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Lenah by Aleksander Ziarnecki

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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Hallar Lenah Khin, 2023

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SNOW BALL GET UR SNOW BALLS HERE!!!! (send a snowball to all ur mutuals! ❄️🎀)

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snow ball for u hehe ♡🤭💓

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Tricks That Shady Mechanics Use to Rip Off Car Owners

Everyone has a budget when it comes to getting their car serviced or repaired. But there have also been experiences shared by many car owners where they talked about services that went beyond their budgets. So, unfortunately, they have all been ripped off by dubious mechanics!

If you are a car owner, you will have good knowledge about your car and the type of service or repair it needs based on its condition. You use this idea to create a budget and ensure that it is set a bit higher for miscellaneous expenses. But if the service still goes beyond it, you are being ripped off for sure!

In this scenario, your target should be to look for a mechanic in Berriedale who is reputed and has a good track record of working with transparency and 100% customer satisfaction. However, the pathway to them will undoubtedly make you encounter some dodgy mechanics. So, this blog is here to help you understand their tricks.

Below are the tricks they try to implement in their services to rip you off:

Charging for Car Parts Not Replaced or Labour Not Performed

There are many mechanics who charge for car parts that are not replaced or labour that isn’t performed. They can do this only because you are not there to see the service.

Bringing Forward Scheduled Part Replacements

There are mechanics who will bump up your bill by bringing forward major part replacements before it’s time. For instance, if a part needs to be replaced at 1,00,000 km, they will convince you to get it replaced at 6,00,000 or 7,00,000 km.

If you don’t want to be ripped off, consider dealing with a mechanic in Lenah Valley who can provide you with a mobile service and ensure end-to-end transparency in it. They will always work in accordance with your car’s needs and assure you of precision workmanship at all times. With them, you can also prevent unnecessary suggestions on car repairs.

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The Importance of Regular Electrical Inspections for Cars

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rumor has it that kazuo became an idol because of his cousin 👁👁

(look idk how you even found out that because i haven't once mentioned about kazuo's cousin unless you're Lenah then okay i see you trying to spoil my plans)

Kazuo thinks for a bit before he shrugs. "It’s kinda true...but at the same time it's not?" He hums. "He's not the exact reason as to why I became an idol."

"But he inspired you in some way?" Yeong asks behind the camera.

"Welllll...not exactly," Kazuo says. "I got into k-pop because of Erin." He laughs lightly.

"Ooohhh, name dropping, huh?" Yeong says. The raven head smiles.

"When I saw him debut, I was happy and proud of him, especially since he was in a different country, with different language and a different culture. I got into k-pop because of him." He explains. "So I guess...watching him did kind of inspired me to become an idol too."

"Why do you guys have such cute family dynamics," Yeong whines. "Why not meeee?"

[bookish-phile]

Presenting my blood, sweat and tears, the sweetest bane of my existence..

i’ve done it. i wrote my book, and now I’m going to publish it. (oh my god, I’m actually saying this and it feels too real help)

I spent 7 months writing the first draft of this book with tons of breaks and very long periods of writer’s blocks.. and then another 5 months editing and revising and formatting and oh my god the process was (still is) endless. but hey, im nearly at the very end, and by january my debut novel will be out in the world (OH MY GOD HELP)

right, so anyway.

since tumblr is my favorite book community, i thought why not announce it here? im really hoping my 400 followers will back me up here because although im not here for the money i did not spend so much time juggling writing and school and just life with my head buried in google docs typing out this 150k word novel (which i somehow managed to get down to 130k because god, 150k is a 600 page book..) for no one to read it. id like some reads please 😭

so, let me just introduce this fantasy romance..

and those are the tropes and the blurb for this book (i covered the spoiler trope because, you know, find out when you read it)

you can pre-order the ebook on amazon now:

im hoping you guys will help share this post to reach more people—i will genuinely be on a happy high for the rest of my life if this book gets any preorders. help out a fellow reader here, booklr <3

the release date is currently set at january 3rd, though that might change!

reblogs are greatly, heavily, extremely, [insert more very powerful adverbs] appreciated.

thank you so much!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

(tagging a few (okay fine, a hefty amount of) people here, apologies if this bothers you!!)

@lyra-kane @viivdle @starrynightsxo (thank you three SO much for beta reading!! i can never show you guys how grateful i am!)

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⋆ ˚｡⋆ i love to love i love all the ways

— 𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐞. 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫. ♡

pink shimmer. bambi eyes. long lashes. lipstick marks. heart shaped cookies. love potions. tragedies. chirping of birds. strawberries. cold forests. frosted cupcakes. handwritten letters. candy hearts. tears of glitter. hope brighter than the sun. waterfalls. storybooks. unrestrained laughter. stolen kisses. twisted fate. soft brown hair. smell of cotton candy & heartbreak. love songs. running away. hand in hand. dimples. ocean eyes. confessions. happy endings.

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𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ♡

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i feel so much i get carried away ⋆ ˚｡⋆

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Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart

Pairing: Avery and Jameson Summary: Avery has finally gotten downtime to actually settle for the holidays. It's her first Christmas at Hawthorne House and with a new boyfriend. Jameson and her are still figuring things out; can they help each other through the muddle of the last few weeks? Length: Moderate Story Type: One Shot

Tag List: @hathorneheiress, @whatsamongus, @xoxo-lenah, @charsoamerican, @thecircularlibrary, @elif-in-wonderland, @jamcarven, @silly-little-gooses, @mafiasliege, @lyrakanefanatic, @nothankyou3333, @inmyheaddd, @downrightbooks, @no1bookgirl, @elysianwayy77, @ariscats, @never-enough-novels, @goldi-1-graysons-version, @apollospoems, @x-liv25-jamieswife, @anintellectualintellectual, @aaal-iz-well

A/N: Hey guys, Merry Christmas! It was about time we actually had some holiday set fics and what better way than to dedicate it to the couple that started it all? I was inspired by one passage in Secret Santa from Games Untold and so we go back in time to where it all started for Averyjameson, at the most wonderful time of the year. Enjoy! Warning, it's looooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnng.

  “I keep thinking about last Christmas. You were still recovering from the coma.”

    Last Christmas, we hadn’t played Secret Santa.

    Last Christmas, we’d been together, but I hadn’t been his and he hadn’t been mine the way we were now.

ONE YEAR AGO

    It seemed to be his wish and purpose to mask this expression with a smile; but the latter played him false, and flickered over his visage so derisively, that the spectator could see his blackness all the better for it. Ever and anon, too, there came a glare of red light out of his eyes; as if the old man’s soul were on fire, and kept on smouldering duskily within his breast, until, by some casual puff of…

    My throat was starting to feel dry so I carefully reached over for the water bottle. Xander’s Holly Jolly Hot Chocolate Marshmallow Surprise was already halfway gone and I wanted to savor it for as long as I could. There were also only four marshmallows left, to my dismay. In addition, while my plate of sweets was still relatively full, it was already devoid of my favorites, chocolate cupcakes, even though Libby had added extras for that very reason. They never stood a chance and now without them, the plate looked agonizingly empty.

    I unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle to my lips, never taking my eyes off the page.

    … passion, it was blown into a momentary flame. This he repressed as speedily as possible, and strove to look as if nothing of the kind had happened.

    Once hydrated, I put it back down and grabbed a cookie, stuffing it in my mouth before I grabbed another sticky note, taping it on the little desktop attached to the recliner. It was convenient compared to my usual tactic which was using a textbook as a hard surface to write on when I didn’t want to sit hunched at my desk. Grayson would have argued there was no difference where I sat as both resulted in bad posture. 

    I finished off the page and kept the book splayed open as I jotted down my newest annotations for the chapter. When done, I put the sticky note in the free margin and slid the book toward me, flipping to the next page.

    For some time, I continued on with no annotations since there wasn’t anything of note. 

    Or was there, as it rather seemed, a circle of ominous shadow moving along with his deformity, whichever way he turned himself? And whither was he now going? Would he not suddenly sink into the earth, leaving a barren and blasted spot, where, in due course of time, would be seen deadly nightshade, dogwood, hen-bane, and whatever else of vegetable wicke-

    A gasp escaped me as the book toppled off the desktop from my lax grip but luckily my arm reflex was fast enough to grab it before it fell to the floor. But, of course, that still came with a price.

    “Damn it.” I lost my spot on the page. I quickly leafed through familiar territory until I got to the newer stuff I just covered. Thankfully, I realized that I had stopped just a page or two after the start of a new chapter. When I found it, I searched for keywords from what I remembered reading then leaned back in the chair to get comfortable. Before I continued reading, my eyes drifted to the fire in the hearth to the garland decorating the mantle and the antique clock sitting atop it. 9:15, the clock read. It was getting late. 

    I sighed. The day had been long; Alisa occupied me with more papers relating to my emancipation alongside briefings for the Hawthorne Foundation and upcoming events. However, even with all the paperwork, I somehow managed to help Libby bake cupcakes and other holiday desserts, got roped into Xander’s Christmas experiments, and also had some shooting practice with Nash. After it all, I escaped into the circular library to one of the adjoining rooms for some relaxing and to get on with my English reading. 

    In part, I knew that all of this was to keep me distracted from my traumatic ordeals from the past few weeks. While I was pushing for it because I didn’t want to be wallowing in those memories and all the questions that came with them, I was still tired. I needed this. 

    My gaze drifted to the rest of the room, to really take it in for the first time in hours. There was a Christmas tree in the corner, bookshelves lining the walls, a large desk in the back, and another sitting area. It was cozy and with all the Christmas decor, it felt like a Christmas card came to life. Mom would have love- No. Don’t think about it. It’s just gonna hurt you. I blinked back the sudden onset of tears and took steady breaths to keep from crying. But it was too late; my imagination was conjuring up projections of my mom sitting in the opposite chair, making her move on a chessboard, teasing me about doing homework when I could have been taking an epic nap. 

    I shook my head and swiped at my eyes as I leaned over to grab another cookie. I munched on it slowly and turned back to the book. 

    … wickedness the climate could produce, all flourishing with hideous luxuriance? Or would he spread bat’s wings and flee away, looking so much the uglier, the higher he rose towards heaven? “Be it sin or no,” said Hester Prynne bitterly, as she still gazed after him, “I hate the man!” She upbraided herself for the sentiment, but could not overcome or lessen it. Attempting to do so, she thought of those long-past days, in a distant land, when he used to emerge at eventide from the seclusion of his study, and sit down in the fire-light of their home, and in the light of her nuptial smile. He needed to bask himself in that smile, he said, in order that the chill of so many lonely hours among his books might be taken off the scholar’s heart. Such scenes had once appeared not otherwise than happy, but now, as viewed through the dismal medium of her subsequent life, they classed themselves among her ugliest rememb-

    “Avery?” I heard my name being called and I jolted. 

    The question was followed up by a tentative knock on the door. “Heiress?” Jameson.

    “Come in,” I called out.

    The door knob turned and a resounding click later, a dark-haired Hawthorne was standing in the doorway smiling softly at me. He stood there for a beat, awkwardly shuffling his feet and scratching his side as if waiting for a signal or something. Odd. I beckoned with my head for him to come in. It took him another second before he actually made a move. 

    I closed my book and turned to properly face him, flashing him a bright smile in greeting. “Hey, barely saw you today. What have you been up to?” 

    Jameson didn’t reply but clearly what I said put a little more spring in his step. As he got closer, a familiar glint appeared, the kind he got when he was thinking up something clever and his usual smirk came back. When he was finally close enough, he spoke, taking on a poetic tone.

    ‘‘Twas a few nights before Christmas, when all through the House, not a creature was stirring, not even the heiress on her couch.”

    “Not a couch but go on.” He grinned, undeterred.

    “But every so often she’d look to the clock and run a hand through her hair, anxious to know if her devastatingly handsome boyfriend would soon be there.” I rolled my eyes but didn’t miss the way he punctuated the word boyfriend. It sent a shiver down my spine. 

    “She was snug as a bug by the hearth with a book that needed to be read, while thoughts of his potential mischief that day dashed through her head. With an exasperated sigh and a hot chocolate sip, she continued to read all the while thinking how she was going to give him lip, when all of a sudden he burst through the door with his usual swagger, looking rather dapper,” he winked when I snorted at the sheer arrogance, “and sat in the chair beside her to ask her what was the matter.”

    With that end of verse, he plopped into the opposite chair all the while looking terribly pleased with himself. Note to self: learn how to curb this man’s ego. While I admired it at times, if we were going to be in a relationship, I was gonna have to bring his smugness down a few notches. I eyed him carefully.

    “Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.”

    “Avery Kylie Grambs.” The bastard dared to give me that shit-eating grin of his.

    “What did you do?” And more importantly, what are you hiding? 

    “Nothing.” I arched an eyebrow. He chuckled and shook his head. “Can’t believe even for a second that for once I might not have been up to trouble?” My eyes narrowed at him suspiciously.

    “Prior instances dictate otherwise.” And Oren was just outside for back up reconnaissance. His expression morphed into a guilty smile that looked anything but remorseful. I pursed my lips and sighed loudly. “What am I going to do with you?”

    “I don’t know. Hopefully run away with me on a grand adventure.” 

    “Mm. Sounds delightful. But unfortunately, as you yourself said, I have a book to read.” 

    “What is it?” I held the book up. “Scarlet Letter? You really can’t resist Hawthornes, eh?”

    “Not my fault the school curriculum is also obsessed with you,” I grumbled.     

    Jameson chuckled again before growing quiet. Just like that, the playfulness died down and we settled into silence. Both of us turned to look at the hearth. The pleasant crackle of the flames coming from the fireplace and steady ticking beat of the clock were the only ambient noise in the room.

    None of us said anything for a little while but it felt like its own eternity, like a tension was building but not an uncomfortable one. I peaked at Jameson from the corner of my eye, noticing that his smile had faded and looked rather solemn. His eyes glowed an inviting emerald in the firelight. He looked deep in thought, about what, I didn’t know. Suddenly, I picked up on movement coming from his end and it was getting closer to me. Looking down, I realized it was his hand reaching out to my right one that was lax on the armrest.

    Though I saw it coming, I still startled a bit when I felt his fingers brushing against mine. “Sorry.” 

    He didn’t say anything, just continued to do what he was doing and gently took my hand in his. I let him. Looking up, I saw that Jameson had scooted over to the edge of his seat, his eyes trained on our hands as he gently rubbed circles into my skin. I watched him and felt like I couldn’t breathe, terrified to break the spell of this moment, whatever this was. 

    “How are you?” His soft voice broke through my mesmerized daze and realizing he was now looking at me, that rare sincerity in his expression made me feel shy under his gaze. My heartbeat seemed to slow, making each cycle feel like the tension would burst any second and the rush of blood flowing was loud in my ears.

    “I’m okay,” I finally said. He didn’t seem satisfied but didn’t push. Jameson then brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles but it made me wonder. What are you doing? Why are you?

    This wasn’t the first time where he dropped the pretense and turned tender. In the last few weeks, there have been many times where, when we were alone, he’d randomly become gentle and considerate, throwing me for a loop. It was certainly unusual.

    And surprisingly, even though it was happening often, it caught me off guard every time, more so than anything going on these days. We’d been together like usual but my brain still hadn’t really given the thought we were in a relationship until he did something like that. I hadn’t really processed our new status in general with all that’s been going on but I clung to our normalcy like a lifeline. 

    “She told him there was nothing to worry about, but he could see hovering over her head was a gray cloud of doubt.” He looked at me with arched brows. “He was there for whatever she had to say, even if it took an entire day.”

    I smiled and squeezed his hand. “Really, I’m okay. I’m just tired and I don’t want to think about the last few weeks at all. Actually, I was planning on asking Alisa if she could find me a good therapist in the New Year.”

    “That’s good,” he said encouragingly.

    I sighed before continuing, “Thank you for being here for me. I know it’s not your usual style but…” 

    “Maybe, but, I told you that if you chose me, this would mean something. You mean something to me, Avery. I just didn’t know this-us-would happen so soon. That was definitely something I wasn’t counting on.”

    A smirk played on my lips. “Oh, but you were expecting us to get together at some point?”

    Jameson smiled sheepishly. “Only if you could resist my charm for so long.” I guffawed as he rolled his eyes.

    “No, but um, you’re right. I didn’t expect this either. If you had asked further down the line, I don’t think I would have said no then either. But what happened, happened; we can’t change that,” I paused and took a breath, “And honestly, I wouldn’t want to. As cliche as it sounds, we do have our future ahead of us and we get to make decisions together now.”

    “Wow, just wow. That was so motivational. Would you mind skipping a grade so you can be valedictorian for my class next June?”

    “I mean, I could but I don’t think Xander would like that very much.”

    “And why does my little brother take precedence over your boyfriend?” There it was again but I didn’t focus on the way the word made my heart skip a beat.

    “Because he’s already gotten attached to my hip and betrayal would break his precious little heart. Oh, and, he’s promised to stash away 10% of Mrs. Laughlin’s blueberry scones if I swore allegiance to his robots.”

    “Fair enough. That’s Xan for ya,” Jameson said fondly.

    “Yeah. And what about you, Clement Moore? How much of that did you have rehearsed?”

    He smiled shyly and looked down. “Just the first bit. I can make up stuff pretty quickly. The old man used to read to me when I was younger and I liked rhyming words so when I couldn’t sleep I would try to make up as many rhymes as I could until I did. I also used to sleepwalk.” My eyebrows shot up. “Yup. I know.”

    “I can imagine that. Sounds like a very Jameson thing. I-”

    “Um, Heiress, sorry to cut you off but I have to ask you something.” I blinked, taken aback. “Be honest with me, does it bother you when I refer to myself as your boyfriend? I saw the way your eyes widened.”

    “I mean, aren’t you?” A nervous laugh came out as I wasn’t sure what to say.

    “Technically, yes. But I’m not forcing you to call me that or anything. To me, what’s important is what you’re comfortable with.” My heart swelled. This boy.

    “I actually hadn’t given it much thought. With all that’s been happening, whenever our, um, this flits through my head, I would freak out and my mind just didn’t know how to address it. Not that I don’t want to think about us but it’s like a visceral reaction which I hate.” Fearing I said too much I shut my mouth and with bated breath, waited for his reaction. I expected disappointment but was relieved to find no judgment. No, I was met with understanding instead. He squeezed my hand this time and I exhaled slowly.

    Moments like these made me forget he was just Jameson and reminded me that he was now… something more. We became “official” with a coin toss and a kiss then continued doing what we always did. Everybody knew we were together, we didn’t make that a secret, done deal. There just wasn’t a label. And yet, I still felt it in every way that mattered. 

    Except, I wasn’t sure how to express that to him as he was wary about his brother despite Grayson backing off. However, we had to figure other things out between us first. I may be ready to be bold but being bold and wanting to be bold were two different things.

    Part of that was becoming his type of reliable with loyalty being highest priority. I couldn’t change what Emily did, that I knew, but I could help him move past that. Jameson had been doing that for me so much recently and I couldn’t be more grateful. It was hard to believe but the boy who’d played at indifference was also the one who came with his heart on his sleeve, offering to dive headfirst if I chose him. 

    This was the same boy now holding my hand, checking on me because he was worried. What a difference two months made. I knew immediately behind the facade, there was a compassionate young man with a good heart, he just didn’t believe it. I hoped I could change that. 

     With that in mind, I turned back to him. “To dispel any misconception right now; I know what I was saying yes to. I did think about that. A lot. Being with you, being together has been such an important part of my day and it keeps me sane. And-” My voice cracked suddenly, surprising me. “And…”

    “Heiress?” My eyes landed on his concerned face, darting over each feature and taking in the details until I was swept into the memory of the day with the postcards. 

    The hidden letters. The words of longing. Toby. Sarah who was actually Hannah. The same forward as backward. Hannah, oh Hannah. My mother being described through someone else’s eyes. Their love story. Me wanting to be left alone. Jameson being the first to address that. Jameson ushering everyone out. Jameson leaving. Jameson giving up on a clue. Jameson putting aside the mystery. Jameson. Jameson. Jameson.

    A sob escaped me. My hand flew over my mouth in reflex. I didn’t understand why but another one followed and another. Jameson was in front of me in a flash. His arms wrapped around me as my vision blurred with tears. The last thing I did register was my nose pressing against something hard but covered by a soft material and my eyes fluttered shut, letting the tears fall.

    I didn’t know how much time passed but the tears felt never ending, my cheeks were sticky and the sobs coming out were shallow gasps. Images of my mom danced through my mind, especially those from the last Christmas with her. That morning she’d been wearing a robe over her pjs with a steaming mug of coffee in her hand, hair loose for once, all excited as she slid a wrapped present over the counter toward me. It had been a book I wanted, special edition, which I scolded her for but Mom had laughed it off, bringing me into a hug and wishing me a Merry Christmas. But most memorable had been her luminous smile, so joyous and bright that it made our home feel that much warmer. I inhaled sharply as my eyes snapped open.

    “Mom. Mom. Why’d you have to go?” I whispered, breathless. 

    “She was sick, Heiress. But I bet she fought every day to be with you.” 

    “Mom, I want my Mom! I need her. And Toby, Toby… H-He left me and I needed him. He left me. I needed him. I told him not to go but he said he couldn’t stay. I-” I hiccuped a sob and felt another onslaught coming.

    “I know. I’m sure he wanted to but your safety means to him more. It does to me too.” And just like that a fresh damn of tears broke through and I was dry heaving with the unrelenting heavy sobs that came wave after wave after wave. But through it all, Jameson never let me go.

    When I finally came to, I realized I quite literally used Jameson’s shoulder to cry on and the soft material had been his green cashmere sweater that was now soaked. As I swiped at my crusted eyes, I said, “Sorry about your sweater.” 

    He smiled and shrugged. “I don’t mind. It clearly served a good purpose.” That got him a weak laugh from me. Jameson slowly brought up a hand and wiped at a stray tear before leaning down to kiss my forehead. I watched him warily as he pulled away and frowned when I saw him pull out a handkerchief from his pocket. He used it to gently wipe at the tear tracks on my cheeks.

    Once he finished I brought it up. “Since when do you have a need for handkerchiefs, Mr. Darcy?”

    He chuckled. “Since I had to start offering to wipe away the tears of young ladies who have been most unconsolable by any other actions. Don’t worry, I don’t make a habit of stealing my brother’s brooding English gentleman aesthetic too often.” I couldn’t help but laugh too.

    “Are you feeling better now?” 

    I nodded. “Yeah. Just didn’t think I had that in me.”

    Jameson looked thoughtful for a moment before bringing his hand up again and caressing my cheek. I leaned into it. “You know, far be it from me to tell you what you do or don’t need, but I think you’ve needed to do that for a while. As you said, so much has happened in the last few weeks which your brain hasn’t had time to process and instead it just kept pushing it all aside until this moment.”

    “I guess. I just… I miss my mom. I’ve been getting better at acknowledging the fact that she’s, you know… gone after these two years but now all that we’ve found out, it just brought back that feeling so much stronger. And it feels like I’m back at square one.” He nodded solemnly. 

    “Yup, that seems to be the power of grief. There are days when I feel like the old man is still around and like he’s just about to pop out from any corner. Then I remember he’s not and I lose it. I go into the passages and just walk until I get out and go to the next one until I inevitably end up on the roof.” 

    I sighed. “I think she would have liked this place. As weird as everything is about you Hawthornes, this seems like her kind of place.”

    He huffed amusedly. “Hypocritical much?”

    “Potato potahto.” Cue eye rolling. “And I think she would have liked you too.” Jameson looked at me curiously. “Yeah, she would have loved your spontaneity. You two would get along. I think you’d enjoy playing our games and I can see her coming up with more. Although, you’d probably make me go crazy and wonder what I unleashed on the world.” 

    “At least I know I’d be on your mom’s good side.” I snorted. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

    “Maybe. But then she’d drop not so subtle hints and I would give in eventually because I know she’s right. Don’t think for a second I wouldn’t make you work for it.”

    “I don’t doubt it.” 

    “Good. But most of all, I think she’d love your compassion.” 

    There was silence and then a sharp inhale. “Heiress…”

    “You are good. You have a good heart, Jameson Hawthorne.” I didn’t leave room for arguing and narrowed my eyes at him for good measure. Whether he liked it or not, I had told the truth and I was going to make him believe it. “Say what you want but I’m going to repeat it until you believe it. I’ll do what I have to, no matter how long it takes.”

    As I finished my grand declaration, he had the audacity to smirk. “Anything?” 

    “Anything within reason,” I amended with a scowl. He chuckled and then rose up.

    “While I’m sure you will and I will more than likely accept defeat one day, there is something you could do for me.”

    “And what would that be?” I asked suspiciously.

    “Well, with it being the holidays and since it’s our first Christmas together, would you mind joining me under the mistletoe, Miss Grambs?” I blinked as I watched him take out a sprig of mistletoe from his sleeve. 

    He went to the fireplace and somehow tied it to the garland. I got up from my recliner and walked towards him. As soon as I got within range, one of his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him as my hands instinctively went on his chest. Jameson then brought his free hand up and brushed hair out of my face before cupping my cheek. I gazed at his face all the while and admired the way he looked in the soft glow of the fire. 

    “May I?” I nodded. Slowly, he leaned down and tentatively connected his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and got lost in it, entertaining the fantasy of the mistletoe kiss. I cupped the back of his neck and brought my hand into his hair. His hold at my waist tightened ever so slight. It was slow and gentle and perfect. Too perfect. But even so, just for a moment, I let myself believe we were perfect.

    When we parted, I opened my eyes and looked at him, expecting him to be looking back but his eyes were shut. “Jameson?” 

    “Hmm?”

    “You ok?” 

    “Yeah. Just taking it in Heiress.” When he opened his eyes, he wore a soft smile that made me feel shy again. He kissed the side of my head. “Thank you for that.”

    “Oh. You’re welcome,” I said bashfully. 

    He hummed a reply before speaking up again, “So, what did you think? Does it fulfill your expectation of a mistletoe kiss?”

    I shrugged. “I’ve never really cared about that tradition let alone thought about what it’d be like.”

    “Fair enough. But I do hope I set a standard for you now.” My eyebrows raised in bemusement. “Hey, you’ve got to let me have something to brag about.” I rolled my eyes. 

    “What I would like to know is where you got that sprig in the first place.”

    “All in due time, all in due time. Patience is an arduous virtue one must learn but conquer nonetheless.”

    “Stop philosophizing about something you don’t even have the skill set for.”

    “Well, miss, less questions, more kissing. Simple as that.” 

    “Practice what you preach then, Hawthorne. All I’m hearing is wor-” He shut me up with another kiss and then broke away just as quickly but hovered only a breath away from mine, teasing me before I put a hand to his collar and tugged sharply for him to get on with it. I felt him smile against my mouth and I stood on tiptoe, returning it in kind. We shared a few more kisses, a few playful ones and some just short pecks.

     The next time we pulled apart, we were both breathing hard. As Jameson recovered, he ran his fingers through my hair and smiled thoughtfully at me. “What?”

     He shook his head. “I was just thinking, despite all the shit that happened this year, turns out it was still a good one. You’re here with me even though I didn’t think that after…” I nodded in understanding.

    “Yeah, I get that.” What started out as a terrible year in the trenches with Libby and Drake turned into one of the biggest blessings even with its drawbacks. I had Jameson now and that was all that mattered. As I turned back to him, he pulled me into a warm hug. For a moment we stood like that, just enjoying the comfort it brought before he loosened his hold and broke the silence.

“With a mistletoe sprig and a firelit kiss, the couple started to reminisce, thinking about all that was and all that could be, knowing now they’ve truly become a we, there was room for new merriness and bliss while hoping it would be a very good first Christmas.”

    “Whoa there, Sir Moore. What happened to the rest of the poem?” 

    “Eh, we already got to the good part. Plus, it takes a lot longer when you’re the one trying to make up the rhymes to fit in with the preexisting structure.” 

    “I thought you said you could make stuff up on the spot.” I giggled until he muffled the laugh by pressing his lips to mine again. “Mmmh.” He smirked when he pulled away. 

    “Be my guest, Heiress. Let's see what you got.”

    I grinned at the challenge. “Once he had finished his part and she admired for a time in his art, her thoughts turned forward, past the New Year’s grandness and wondered how they would fill up their blank canvas.”

    His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Impressive. Not bad, not bad. But definitely beginner’s luck.”

    “It’s alright not always being up to my speed, Hawthorne.” 

    “Fine, I shall concede just this once.” I smiled triumphantly. “Merry Christmas, Heiress.”    “Merry Christmas, Jamie.” His resulting smile had never been more beautiful or joyous than in that moment. When he leaned in to kiss me again, I really did wonder about the year to come and what it would bring. Let it be a good one, please.

   “Merry Christmas, Heiress.”

   “Merry Christmas, Jamie.” His resulting smile had never been more beautiful or joyous than in that moment. When he leaned in to kiss me again, I really did wonder about the year to come and what it would bring. Let it be a good one, please.

A/N: See you in the next one! Hopefully will get a few more out before the true end of holidays. Merry Christmas once more and Happy New Year to everyone!!!!!!

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ׂ╰┈➤ Hi my name is soleil! 𖤓 im a minor 𖤓 basic dni 𖤓 she/her 𖤓 CONAN GRAY, HOZIER, Alec Benjamin, Noah Kahan, Laufey, Mitski, Lana del Rey, ABBA, Arctic Monkeys, Queen, The neighborhood, David Bowie, Radiohead, The smiths 𖤓 cabin 9 𖤓 slytherin 𖤓 FORMULA 1 𖤓 history, english, science > any other subject 𖤓 GREEK MYTHOLOGY 𖤓 i want to be forensic psychologist or marine biologist 𖤓 i love to read and get involved in fandoms 𖤓 DINOSAURS 𖤓 snakes are cool 𖤓 looking at the night sky/astronomy 𖤓 reading 𖤓 long care rides with headphones and a book 𖤓

ׂ╰┈➤ Marauders/Harry Potter(fuck jkr) 𖤓The song of Achilles 𖤓 All of us villains 𖤓OUABH 𖤓Shatter Me 𖤓 AGGTM 𖤓 TFOTA 𖤓 TIG/TGG 𖤓 Lore Olympus 𖤓 Grey Crow(i don’t actually know if this is a fandom or not) 𖤓

ׂ╰┈➤ HTTYD 𖤓 Bones and All 𖤓 Fantastic Mr. Fox 𖤓 Dead poets society 𖤓 Arcane 𖤓 Good Omens 𖤓 camp cretaceous 𖤓 Pride and Prejudice 𖤓 Flipped 𖤓 Anne with an E 𖤓 loki 𖤓 percy jackson 𖤓 Hunger Games 𖤓 Harry Potter 𖤓 Twilight 𖤓 The notebook 𖤓 10 things i hate about you 𖤓 snl 𖤓 Tangled 𖤓 award shows 𖤓

ׂ╰┈➤ Apple music(what i actually use) and Spotify bc i don’t know why my music taste is honestly it’s kinda all over the place also my airbuds

ׂ╰┈➤Currentlyies(these will probably be consonantly changing)

— Reading: The Maze Runner and Choices

— Listening to: It aint me babe

— Watching: Good Omens Season 2 and jjk2

ׂ╰┈➤ My lovely moots: @vividiangelo @remus2213 @apollosmusee @viivdle @midiosaamor @sugarcandydoll @starrynightsxo @deprivedofbraincellsandsleep @xoxo-lenah @agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity @helpimhopelesslyinlove @his-littlefox @art-of-fools @blackstargazer @wish-i-were-heather @marbledmoonstones @miela @love-and-books320 @rabbitholessk @thejudeduarte @thenightmareinyourcloset @shattermelyhfmlblog @ant-thebooknerd @shamelesswolfstarshipper @graaaaaayy @certifiedfantasyreader @cromulentreader @mt-jupiter @tunguszka20 @rizzgoddessans @ur-mother-is-ketterdam @marr03 @anything-for-my-moony-1971 @sweetreveriee @allisoon0930 @reggieisfit @bookish-phile @sitting-in-a-library @thebombofficial (sorry if i missed you)

ׂ╰┈➤ tags-

asks: #soleil’sasks✩

random/rants: #rantingandramblesw/sol☾⋆⁺

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tag/dash games: #taggames✧˖°

ׂ╰┈➤i got inspiration and ideas from my moots intro posts so if you are my moot and i probably used some somethings from you so here’s 🫴credit for you🫶

ׂ╰┈➤ other blog(s) -

marauders blog: @c0rl3on1s

old intro post

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Lenah by Aleksander Ziarnecki

[thejudeduarte]

Hey, welcome to my blog! You can call me Jude <3

Pronouns: she/her

I'm a minor so please don't be weird <18

Btw I am not a rp blog so please don't mistake me for one despite my name :)

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Fandoms I'll rant talk about:

Tfota - the cruel prince series, this is mainly what i post about cos I'm definitely not obsessed (idk if the name gave it away hehe)

Ouabh - Stephanie garber books but mainly for jacks

Shatter me

Soc - the grishaverse as a whole (f netflix)

Tig (Grayson Hawthorne >>)

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✨My beautiful mutuals✨

@viivdle @annamatix @agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity @rabbitholessk @oomens-eyeball @kazbrekkersfedoraaintgotshitonme @graaaaaayy @cookieswithforksandknifes @chaiichait @starrynightsxo @darlingod @his-littlefox @jesyverse @rowanfaerie @xoxo-lenah @hanelizabeth @lunarthecorvus @tunguszka20

(there's prolly more so I am very sorry if I left you out 😭)

SIDE BLOG: @brianakane (this is where I post legendborn content)

Oak Greenbriar rp blog: @pr1nce0fsunl1ght

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<3

My user on ao3 is judexbooks and while you're at it, why not check out my Jurdan fic The curve of an ear

Also please do @viivdle a favour and check out lingeringmidnights on ao3 pls and ty

[sugarcandydoll]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33

aww tysm bby ♡👼🏼💗 u so amazing too <3

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How to Handle Property Emergencies in New Town

In the dynamic landscape of property management, emergencies can arise unexpectedly, especially in bustling suburbs like New Town. Whether it’s a plumbing disaster, a heating failure in the middle of winter, or an unexpected pest infestation, how property managers handle these emergencies can significantly impact tenant satisfaction and the overall reputation of the property management service. This article provides a comprehensive guide on managing property emergencies in New Town, emphasizing the importance of preparation, communication, and swift action, while integrating the keyword property management New Town throughout.

Understanding Common Property Emergencies

To effectively manage property emergencies, it’s essential to recognize the types of incidents that are most likely to occur. In New Town, where properties vary from charming heritage homes to modern apartments, common emergencies include plumbing issues, electrical failures, heating and cooling system breakdowns, and natural disasters like storms that could lead to flooding or tree damage.

Plumbing emergencies often manifest as leaks, burst pipes, or blocked drains, which can cause significant damage if not addressed promptly. Electrical failures, on the other hand, may result from faulty wiring or blown fuses, leading to power outages or safety hazards. Additionally, heating failures during colder months can leave tenants uncomfortable and dissatisfied, making a quick resolution paramount. Understanding these common emergencies allows property managers to develop proactive strategies for effective resolution.

Preparation: The Key to Effective Emergency Management

A proactive approach is crucial in property management New Town. Developing an emergency response plan is the first step in ensuring that property managers are prepared for any situation. This plan should outline procedures for identifying, reporting, and addressing various types of emergencies. It should also include a list of reliable contractors or service providers that can be contacted in case of emergencies.

Regular property inspections are another vital component of preparedness. By routinely assessing the condition of the property, managers can identify potential issues before they escalate into emergencies. For instance, checking for signs of water damage or inspecting heating systems can help mitigate risks. Additionally, educating tenants about how to report emergencies, including providing them with clear contact information, empowers them to act swiftly when issues arise.

Creating a comprehensive emergency kit for each property can also prove beneficial. This kit might include essential supplies such as flashlights, batteries, first aid materials, and contact information for emergency services. By having these resources readily available, property managers can address immediate concerns while waiting for professional help to arrive.

Effective Communication During Emergencies

When emergencies occur, effective communication is critical. Property managers should have a clear communication plan in place to keep tenants informed throughout the emergency response process. This includes notifying tenants of the situation, expected timelines for repairs, and any necessary safety precautions they should follow.

Using multiple communication channels, such as email, text messages, or even community bulletin boards, ensures that important messages reach tenants promptly. In today’s fast-paced environment, it is essential to be responsive and available to address tenants’ concerns. Being transparent about the situation and providing regular updates helps build trust and assures tenants that their well-being is a priority.

In addition to communicating with tenants, property managers should also maintain open lines of communication with contractors and service providers. Establishing clear expectations and timelines with these professionals can lead to quicker resolutions and minimize disruption for tenants.

Responding to Emergencies: A Step-by-Step Approach

When an emergency occurs, having a clear response plan can make all the difference. Here’s a step-by-step approach for property managers in New Town to effectively handle property emergencies:

Assess the Situation: Upon receiving a report of an emergency, property managers should assess the severity of the situation. Determine whether immediate action is required or if it can wait until regular business hours.

Notify Tenants: If the emergency affects the tenants directly, notify them promptly. Provide information about the nature of the emergency and any actions they should take to ensure their safety.

Contact Professionals: If the situation requires specialized assistance, contact the appropriate service providers immediately. Whether it’s a plumber, electrician, or pest control service, having a reliable network of professionals is crucial for swift resolution.

Document the Incident: Keeping detailed records of the emergency, including the date, time, nature of the incident, and actions taken, is vital for future reference. This documentation can be useful for insurance claims or if disputes arise later.

Follow Up: After the emergency has been resolved, follow up with tenants to ensure they are satisfied with the outcome. Address any lingering concerns they may have and thank them for their patience during the process.

Post-Emergency Review and Prevention

Once the immediate crisis has been addressed, it’s essential to conduct a post-emergency review. This involves analyzing what occurred, how it was handled, and identifying any areas for improvement. Engaging with tenants during this review process can provide valuable insights and foster a collaborative relationship.

Additionally, consider implementing preventive measures based on the lessons learned from the incident. For example, if a plumbing emergency was caused by outdated pipes, it may be time to invest in upgrades to prevent future issues. By taking proactive steps, property managers can enhance the overall management of their properties and reduce the likelihood of similar emergencies occurring in the future.

Building Strong Relationships with Tenants

One of the key elements of effective property management in New Town is building strong relationships with tenants. When tenants feel valued and supported, they are more likely to communicate potential issues before they escalate into emergencies. Regular check-ins, whether through informal conversations or scheduled meetings, can help property managers stay in tune with tenant needs and concerns.

Creating a sense of community within the property fosters a positive living environment. Organizing tenant appreciation events or community gatherings can strengthen relationships and encourage open dialogue. When tenants feel connected to their property manager and the community, they are more likely to be understanding and patient during emergencies.

Conclusion: Mastering Emergency Management in New Town

Handling property emergencies in New Town requires a strategic approach that encompasses preparation, effective communication, prompt response, and post-emergency review. By understanding common emergencies and implementing proactive measures, property managers can navigate crises with confidence and efficiency.

In a community as vibrant and dynamic as New Town, effective property management hinges on the ability to respond to emergencies swiftly while maintaining positive relationships with tenants. Emphasizing transparency, communication, and tenant support not only enhances tenant satisfaction but also solidifies the reputation of property management services in the area. By mastering the art of emergency management, property managers can ensure that their properties remain safe and welcoming havens for all tenants.

[tasautoservices]

Tips to Avoid Major Car Repairs with the Help of a Skilled Mechanic

Every car will need any kind of repair at some point, but unfortunately, the cost of repairing a large car can be very high.

This can be due to the problem being misdiagnosed, or because the unprofessional mechanic is 'dodgy'. While good mechanics take the time to properly diagnose the problem. They eliminate the simple things that could be causing the breakdown before embarking on more extensive car repairs.

How Do You Know if You Need Major Car Repairs?

In addition to finding a good and reliable mechanic in Hobart and other places, knowing what the fault actually means is the first step to minimising the cost of car repairs.

Common customer complaints, misdiagnoses and correct diagnoses include:

Small leaks: Misdiagnosed as exhaust leaks and costing hundreds if not more than $1000 to repair the exhaust system. The correct diagnosis is usually just condensation and is a normal occurrence that does not require repair.

Whooshing noise: In most cases, this is caused by old tyres that need to be replaced. This can be misdiagnosed as a more costly wheel-bearing failure near Lenah Valley.

Vehicle overheating: This can be misdiagnosed as a water pump failure or blocked radiator, but may actually be caused by a faulty electric radiator fan.

Rattling noise: a frightening sound when going over bumps. A professional mechanic in Lenah Valley and other locations says that the rear shock absorbers need to be replaced. In reality, it's just a loose jack or something rattling in the trunk.

When starting the car, the gears are slow to select: Many mechanics automatically charge for a transmission replacement, which can cost thousands of dollars. However, even the slightest transmission oil leak can cause the same problem - as per a reliable and proficient mechanic near Hobart and other regions.

Misdiagnosis of car faults is very common. A little knowledge goes a long way. Choose a good mechanic and go in with some knowledge about your car, how it works and what the fault actually means. Doing so can save you a lot of money by avoiding huge car repair costs!