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Chapter 25 - Release the Ice Bath Thirst Traps

Ok guys! here we go!

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For the very end of the chapter, there's something I made up for Singapore (this fact is made up just for the story)

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The moment you stepped out of the cool, airconditioned car, your team shirt suddenly clung to you. Beads of sweat dripped from your forehead as you made your way through the paddock. Max had warned you that Singapore and Qatar would be impossibly hot: you just didn’t think it’d be this bad. 

All you wanted to do now was go back to the hotel where it was ice cold. You wiped your brow with your forearm as you got closer to the garage. Giant fans welcomed you with air. It wasn’t freezing cold, but it would do. You were already on your third water today, smartly forgoing the Red Bull that was bound to make you dehydrated. 

You stood next to Max as the team had a quick debrief. The heat was definitely getting to you, as you really couldn’t remember a word that anyone said. You blink your eyes as they were burning with sweat. Your older teammate could only offer you a remorseful smile. 

Max could see that the heat wasn’t going too well with you. You had told him beforehand that some females, including you, just couldn’t regulate their temperatures as well as males could. Women often gave off more body heat than men did as well. This caused the Dutchman to send out a group text, warning the other drivers to look out for you. 

You groaned as you tried to put on your fireproofs and race suit. The more you moved around, the more you seemed to sweat. You kept your suit tied around your waist. You definitely wouldn’t be putting it on until you had to be in the car.

Max was already zipped up by the time you returned. 

“Here.” He handed you another ice cold water bottle. 

“Thank you Max,” you croaked out, making the Dutchman look a little weary at you. You just smiled back. 

“Once we qualify, we can go to the ice baths.” 

Max would have thought that you would hate the idea since you always showered with the water at a boiling temperature. Yet, he could see that you were slightly “warming up” to the idea of a bath full of ice (pun intended). 

From the corner, Mitch watched as you poured the remainder of your water on your head. She had requested a few ice packs to be ready for you when you arrived, but sadly they weren’t completely frozen. She’d make sure that you’d have them for tomorrow. 

Surprisingly, your laps were great with you qualifying in P3, behind Charles once again. Halfway through, you had opened your visor, trying to get some air through your sweaty helmet. Your water pouch had to be refilled multiple times between sessions. Yet, your trainer advised you to try not to drink so much during the race, as they wouldn’t be able to refill. 

Mitch had come over to your car as soon as you were back in. You gave her a big smile as you started to get out of the car. 

“How are you doing kid?” 

You took a moment to look at her outfit. Where a pantsuit should have been, there was a Red Bull Tank top and some very loose pants. You were jealous that she got to wear those while you were stuck with skin tight clothes. 

You gasped a bit for some cooler air once your helmet was off. 

“I’m good. Max said something about an ice bath?” 

Your eyes were faintly glimmering with hope for something to cool you down. Mitch smiled at you. 

“Yep. I put a change of clothes on your bed, but I think you need some help?” 

You nodded at her question before heading to your room. You didn’t want to waste any time getting out of your suit. 

The zipper came off smoothly. Mitch definitely saw that you had sweated through your fireproofs and felt terrible. Surely, there was something that the team could do. 

You giggled. “I’ve probably already lost a few pounds.” 

Mitch rolled her eyes at the terrible joke. If anything, there was truth in that statement. She had seen the numbers after you got weighed and you had lost a lot. 

“Well, there will be lots of food for you to fill up on.” 

“I hope we’re not going to go over the catering budget again.” 

Mitch let out a snort as she helped you out of the sticky fire proofs. She pulled out a bag and handed it to you. You grinned at the sight of the limited clothes in the bag. 

“I didn’t think that you’d want to go out in full bikini, so there’s a sports bra and some spandex shorts. I’ll wait for you by your door and will walk you to the back.” 

Once Mitch left, you quickly peeled the rest of your clothes off. The sports bra and spandex were all black, and covered everything that needed to be. You said a quick thank you to her in your mind as you got dressed. Your skin was definitely cooler with no clothes to stick to, but you were still sweating. 

You swung the door open. 

“Ready to go?” you asked, giving her the bag back with your other clothes. They would definitely need to be washed by tomorrow. 

You followed the woman to the back, going through multiple doors. Once she opened the door to the little outside area, your eyes landed on Max, who was already soaking. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head back on the tub. 

Yours was a bit more like a giant trough, filled to the brim with ice. 

Mitch spoke as you got closer. “We thought that you’d need more ice, hence why yours is bigger. It’s also more insulated with the metal than the plastic. Do not stay in more than 15 minutes. We don’t need your temperature dropping too much.” 

You tossed your foot over and gingerly place a toe in, just to get a feel for it. The temperature was perfect and you found yourself sinking into the ice. 

“You think it’s ok if I dunk my head?” you asked Max. 

He didn’t even bother to open his eyes. 

“Go for it kid.” 

You held your breath as you sunk below the ice layer. Your brain went a bit fuzzy as the freezing water went over your scalp. You let your eyes open under the water, just to feel the cold and relieve the stinging. 

Once you came up gasping for air, Max finally looked over. 

“Had fun?” He laughed a bit. 

You lovingly flipped him off. Your hands came and brushed your hair back. You looked over at Max’s plastic pool, and saw ducks in his. You pouted once you realized that you didn’t have any. 

“What’s wrong kid?” the Dutchman asked at the sight of your pout. 

You murmured, “I didn’t get any ducks.” 

Max rolled his eyes before gently throwing one of his ducks into your pool. Your eyes immediately lit up as you began to play with it. Max just watched as you found so much joy in something so little. You felt his gaze and you guessed that you needed to say something. 

“I never had a rubber duck growing up. It’s so cute.” 

You held the little yellow thing in your hands, right in front of your face. Max had a sad smile as he watched. 

“You have plans for after the race?” 

You sighed as you let the duck rest on the water, not breaking the surface tension. 

“Logan, Oscar, and Lando wanted to go see the city and I said I’d join them. Something about needing a good drive around Singapore.” 

Max snorted. Of course the group of three would want to invite you. The door opened, which had the two of you whip your heads to it. 

“Oh, hey David,” you greeted the photographer. You sank back into the ice, still enjoying the cold. Max groaned when he realized what David was there for. 

You smirked as you looked over at your teammate. “Ready to do some thirst traps Max?” 

The Dutchman rolled his eyes. “Let’s leave that for Ferrari and Lando.” 

You giggled at the statement. “Yeah, I would rather not show much on screen. Taken woman and all.” 

That time, Max laughed. 

David looked apologetic. “Just need to get some pictures. Trust me, this isn’t my favorite.” 

He took some pictures while you and Max tried to look as non-sexy as possibly. You definitely tried to sneak some goofy facial expressions in. You kept your whole body submerged and thankfully the ice kept anyone from seeing much below your neck. David quickly thanked the two of you for your time before leaving. 

“Instagram is going to have a field with those.” 

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redbullfan what the heck is this?? this was not the thirst traps we wanted

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y/n.nation everyone is focused on the lack of thirst-traps, I'm just focused on the amount of ducks that Red Bull has

oscarpiastri what are your duck's names?

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f1fan I know admin is hiding the thirst traps

charles_leclerc no thirst traps?

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iamred_iamyellow ducks, ducks, ducks, ducks

You snorted at the Dutchman’s bluntness. 

The timer on the wall signaled that it was time to get out. You let out a giant groan as you stood and climbed over. 

Mitch came in with two big towels. One for you and one for Max. Your skin was finally covered with goosebumps instead of sweat. You quickly had an idea as you walked back to put normal clothes on. 

“You think I could dunk my head in before I get in the car? I think my wet hair will keep my head cooler if I do. It’s something about heat escaping through your scalp when you overheat. If it’s covered by my balaclava and my helmet, it can’t escape.” 

Mitch finished your thought process. 

“So if you wet your hair, your scalp can be cooler longer.” 

You nodded before heading into your room. 

“Ah, Max wanted me to hand this to you.” 

It was a normal Red Bull polo, which made your brows pinch in confusion. But, you shrugged and took it anyways. 

However, once you started changing you realized that the shirt was almost three sizes too big. Yet, you grinned as you put it on. Since it was oversized, it wasn’t sticking to your skin as you started to sweat a little. 

The crew laughed a bit at the sight of the giant shirt almost swallowing you. But, you didn’t care about that. You were significantly cooler and you could follow the last debrief of the day. 

Sunday night came and went super-fast, and you were thankful this time around. You were definitely more cool that you had been for qualifying. Mitch had sent the ice vest to you early, so you didn’t start off too warm. With your hair being dunked in ice water, your head was cooler during the race. The little bit of breeze that you got helped as well. 

That bit really helped you stay focused as you gained another podium. Surprisingly, this was Max’s first time winning in Singapore. Adrian really made sure that the car could keep up with the street race and not end it like 2023. Charles came in a very close second. 

Charles and Max poured their champagne bottles onto your overheating body. Halfway through you needed to sit down. Your body was slowly becoming even more dehydrated and hot as the minutes passed by. You were kind of held by Max as the three of you left the podium. 

The Dutchman had a worried grip on your bicep as he held you upright. He needed to get you some water, quickly. You thankfully weren’t on the verge of passing out, but he knew you were thirsty. He heard your radio toward the end where you were just begging for a drink. Max couldn’t imagine being without water, but he normally didn’t drink as much while racing. 

He gently set you on a seat in the garage, before turning away to get some things. Your eyes were closed as you sat right under a fan. Max soon returned with a cooling towel and three bottles of water.

The cold of the towel made your eyes open as he put it on your neck. Your race suit was tied around your waist and your fireproof shift had been swapped for a thin, random oversized shirt. Max gently cooed as you leaned into the cold water bottle on your face. 

“There you go,” he whispered as you finally were able to take big gulps of water. He unscrewed one of the other bottles before he lightly tipped it over your head. Streams of water ran down your face as you finished off the water bottle. 

The team was glancing at the two of you. In the back of their minds, they were worried about how you’d react to Qatar, which was way worse. However, they held on to some hope that it would be cooler than last year due to it being moved later on the race calendar. 

Your water bottle was on in moments. You flashed a smile at your worried teammate. 

“Thanks,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath after guzzling. 

Mitch came from the back with another woman who was holding a device. Mitch kneeled next to Max and put her hand on your knee. 

“Hey kid, we just want to make sure that you’re okay. Brianna here is going to take your blood pressure and other vitals just to be safe.” 

You only nodded and leaned your head against the wall. The medic made quick work and started to strap the device on. Max stood up and walked a bit away, just to give everyone some space. His eyes caught glimpses of orange, red, and blue and he could only guess who it was. He took one more glance at the situation before walking out of the garage. 

Logan, Charles, Lando, and Oscar were waiting patiently by the opening. They all looked up once they heard Max walk out, but deflated when they realized it wasn’t the Red Bull driver they were looking for. 

“Is she doing okay?” Charles asked first, concerning the other three boys. 

Lando put his arms out, stopping any conversation. 

“What does he mean by ‘is she doing ok?’ Where’s Y/n?” the Brits voice going more high pitched the more he started to panic. 

Max sighed. “She’s just having a hard time with the heat. She got super dehydrated this weekend and really couldn’t get over it.” 

He pointed a thumb over his shoulder. 

“They’re just checking vitals I think, to make sure everything is ok.” 

Logan sighed loudly in concern. He definitely knew what it was like, getting memories from Qatar 2023. 

The American asked, “Is she going to race in Qatar?” 

Max blinked slowly before answering. “She wants to. The team is really hoping that it’s going to be significantly cooler than last year. And they know to get her started on hydration much earlier. I talked to her physio and she thinks that Y/n’s diet also wasn’t right.” 

Oscar raised his eyebrows. “Diet?” 

Max nodded. “Yeah. She was apparently eating foods that might dehydrate the body, like lots of salt. Her physio said that she’ll start her on more fruits and water heavy foods way in advance. And drinks as well, more electrolytes.” 

Lando nodded in agreement. “I remember when I had to do that. They took away my chips for like….months.” 

They had been so into talking that they didn’t notice that you had walked out, now changed into shorter shorts and a bigger top (one that Charles strangely recognized as one of his brother’s shirts). 

“Are we ready to go?” you asked, getting closer. “Lando is driving because I am done for today.” 

The boys looked a bit guilty at your tired face. 

Oscar spoke up first. “We don’t have to go driving if you don’t want to. We know you’re probably tired.” 

You waved your hands and made a sound. “Nope, I’m good. Nothing will ever beat the one time I spent an entire summer on a farm in the middle of Texas.” 

You pretended to shiver at the thought, making the group laugh. 

Charles suddenly remembered why he was there in the first place (well, second because he was worried about you after the podium). He handed you a small bag. Opening it up, you saw a bright colored water bottle. You raised your eyebrow in question. 

The Monegasque smirked. “From you know how.” 

Your face practically melted at the loving gesture as you looked at it. Lando, Oscar, and Logan suddenly got the memo. 

Logan wrapped an arm around you first. “Aww such a sweet little boyfriend.” 

Oscar looked at Lando. 

“Where’s my water bottle?” he mocked whined, batting his eyelashes at the Brit. Your rolled your eyes. 

Lando put his arms around the Aussie. “Don’t worry love, it’s in the car.” 

The Brit puckered his lips before pretending to lean in. You just watched with an annoyed grin on your face. You looked at Max and Charles and winked, the Dutchman and Monegasque getting what you were about to do. You shrugged Logan’s arm off before taking a step toward your teammate. 

But, you purposefully made your knees buckle and fell into Max and Charles’s waiting arms. Lando and Oscar shut up quickly, before yelling that you needed help. Except that they heard your giggles as Max put you back on your feet. 

“I was just kidding.” 

The trio huffed. 

Logan murmured, “That was not funny.” 

Charles snorted. “Oh but it was. Should have seen your faces.” 

Your giggled died out before you asked, “Are we ready to go? I think I’ll melt if I stand out here for any longer.” 

Lando flicked your forehead. “We were just waiting on you.” 

The four of you said your goodbyes to Max and Charles before heading to the parking lot. Somehow, Logan got his hands on a Jeep to take the four of you somewhere. And, he was even able to get the top off. And because he claimed it was an all American brand, Logan begged Lando to let him drive it. Lando reluctantly handed over the keys. 

You claimed earlier that you needed shotgun, because “men can’t be passenger princesses.” Oscar and Lando tried to disagree. 

The breeze from outside in addition to the cool air-conditioning from the car was perfect. You let everyone have their turn with the aux, praying that they wouldn’t pick anything too embarrassing.  

Oscar ripped the phone out of your hands when Logan tried to request Free Bird again.

The Aussie sighed as the American whined. 

“We are not having another shirt ripped or a speeding ticket.” 

You laughed as Logan tried to hit Oscar in the back. At an empty road, Lando grabbed his camera. 

“Bug, put your head out the window real fast.” 

You did as suggested and smiled toward the camera that Lando was holding. 

Immediately you had a sense of déjà vu. Except this time, it was actual friends in the car and not just your manager. You thought back to how far you’ve come since the night before going to Milton. 

Lando laughed as he looked at the camera. 

He spoke, “This reminds me about the time that me and my friends were driving around and then this car pulled up next to ours. They were blasting What Makes You Beautiful and there was this girl in the front seat.” 

Your cheeks were becoming warm as Lando kept telling the story: that was definitely about you. Lando kept blabbing about the night. 

“And then the next morning, I got out of my hotel elevator and I think the same girl literally bulldozed me over. Didn’t say sorry or anything. I just thought it was funny, she seemed like she was in a rush.” 

Logan was laughing at the story, but got concerned at your flushed appearance and sudden quietness. 

“You alright champ? Do we need to get you some more water?” 

At the sound of the question, Lando and Oscar were leaning up, trying to look to see if you were going to actually pass out. Lando was already on his phone, trying to bring up Max’s contact to call just in case. 

However, you started laughing, making the trio at ease. You tried to cover your giggles with your mouth. You had this bright look in your eyes. 

“That was actually me Lando. Sorry about that.” 

Lando’s jaw dropped at the reveal. 

You gave a half shrug. “Arthur was waiting for me in my hotel room and I was excited to see him.” 

Logan’s and Oscar’s shoulders were shaking as they kept laughing at Lando’s facial expressions. The Brit huffed and crossed his arms, mouth formed into a pout. 

“You owe me a race win now.” 

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me.” 

“Uh, guys?” Logan asked, but you and Lando ignored him. 

“Get your own race win. You’ve done it before.” 

“Cause Max crashed out.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“Guys?” Oscar’s voice also sounded, worry in his tone. 

“Lando, it’s really not that hard. You just go around him.” 

“It’s a tractor versus a rocket ship. One cannot simply just go around.” 

“GUYS!” 

“What?” you and Lando yelled at the same time. Once the car was silent, you finally noticed that it had stopped moving. 

“Logan why aren’t you driving?” 

You looked at the American, who was slightly shaking while looking in the rearview mirror. Your eyes glanced at it, blue and red lights reflecting through the glass. You looked behind you and saw the source. 

“Ah shit.”

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y/n.89 Alexa, play free bird by lynard skynard

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box_box_express oh thank goodness she's out

y/n.nation you think she jailbreaked?

georgerussell63 good to see that I don't need to pull up any power point presentations on why you four shouldn't go to jail

y/n.89 good to know that you have one ready? landonorris you think that we'd actually get arrested?? logansargeant oh yee of little faith oscarpiastri it was already ready???????

change_ur_f-car BAHAHAHAHAH I'M DEAD - ARRESTED RACE CAR DRIVERS FOR BEING IN A CAR

formulalala_delulu this whole race/day was a fever dream

christianhorner good to see you not in cuffs kid

y/n.89 good to not be in cuffs maxverstappen1 rookie arrest before I was y/n.89 HA I BEAT MAX VERSTAPPEN IN EQUAL MACHINERY landonorris oh that's not...ok

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Race Results

Max Verstappen - 25 points

Charles Leclerc - 18 points

Y/n L/n - 16 points (fastest lap)

Carlos Sainz - 12 points

Oscar Piastri - 10 points

Alex Albon - 8 points

Lando Norris - 6 points

Logan Sargeant - 4 points

Pierre Galsy - 2 points

Daniel Ricciardo - 1 point

Champions Standings

Max Verstappen - 334 points

Charles Leclerc - 304 points

Y/n L/n - 223 points

Lando Norris - 196 points

Carlos Sainz - 157 points

Oscar Piastri - 140 points

Lewis Hamilton - 113 points

Alex Albon - 70 points

George Russell - 65 points

Fernando Alonso - 45 points

Logan Sargeant - 44 points

Daniel Ricciardo - 26 points

Lance Stroll - 17 points

Pierre Gasly - 14 points

Valtteri Bottas - 13 points

Yuki Tusnuoda - 9 points

Zhou Guanyu - 1 point

Nico Hulkenberg

Kevin Magnussen

Esteban Ocon

Constructors Standings

Red Bull - 557 points

Ferrari - 461 points

McLaren - 336 points

Mercedes - 178 points

Williams - 114 points

Aston Martin - 62 points

Alpha Tauri - 35 point

Alpha Romeo - 14 points

Alpine - 14 points

Haas - 0 points

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When We Let Go

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 829

Summary: Joel shows up back in town after too long. 

Author’s Note: I can’t stay away and I love a bit of “I’m mad at you but I can’t resist you,” type of trope thingy :) Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweets!🥰 There are no spoilers here, just some tiny nods to episode 6. 

Warnings: little angsty at first then sexy, fingering (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @a7estrellas​ thank you so much lovely 🥰

Joel Miller Masterlist

His large hands smooth along the polished wood of the bar and he smiles wryly.

“Been too long,” he drawls.

Ignorning his remark, you meet his eyes and lean back against the countertop.

“Are you just gonna stare or do you want a drink?”

Joel makes no indication he’s affected by your sassy words as he keeps his gaze trained on you.

You turn away and proceed to repeatedly stab the large block of ice in the cooler before dropping some into a glass and filling it with whiskey.

His favorite.

You slide it down the bar without a word.

“Thanks darlin’,” he murmurs, lifting the glass to his lips and watching you over the rim.

He finishes it in one long and slow sip. He raises his eyebrows and licks his lips, holding the glass out for more.

“Good, isn’t it,” you say as you give him a refill.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, swirling the glass on the bar top as his eyes drift languidly down your body.

With an exhale you round the bar, taking the bottle of whiskey with you and stopping by his stool.

“Yea well, it’s been too long,” you say, throwing his words from earlier back at him as you slam the bottle down near his glass.

Your steps are rushed as you make your way toward the door and push it open with a bang, heading back to your house down the street.

The cold wind whips around your face and you shiver, wincing when the drops of rain start to fall. You pick up the pace, unaware that Joel is not far behind.

You get inside and stomp up the steps, already working open the buttons of your wet shirt so you can change.

You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t hear him come in the house and when you turn and see him standing in the doorway of your bedroom you jump with a start and clutch your hand to your chest.

He gives you an apologetic and lopsided smile and you try to calm your racing heart, trying to ignore the real reason for it’s frantic beat.

“Guess I’m not the only one going deaf,” he huffs, his smile falling when you glower at him.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

He steps closer, his gaze melting into heat as his eyes drop to your open shirt.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, “I really have.”

“Joel…”

His gaze lingers on the sliver of your exposed skin, his steps tentative as he closes the distance between you.

You try to move around him but before you can he has your back pushed against the dresser. Your hands land on his chest.

“Joel,” you warn, but even you can hear how pitiful it sounds.

His intense stare wanders over your face before it drops lower. The muscle in his jaw flexes and he slowly lifts a trembling hand, his fingertips grazing the open side of your shirt and his knuckles brushing your skin.

Your breath hitches at his touch and it sends a shiver skittering down your spine.

“Too cold be in wet clothes darlin’,” he says softly.

You want to tell him to stop but the truth is you’ve missed him too and you’re forever craving his touch.

His eyes returns to yours.

“I’m sorry” he whispers as his other hand slides behind your neck to curl tightly around your nape so he can yank you hard against him.

“Joel,” you breathe out in a whisper along his lips.

“Fuck, I missed how good you feel,” he murmurs, his fingers biting into you.

He pushes your shirt from your shoulders and moves his hands over your bare skin, everything about his movements turning desperate the more of you he feels.

His touch silences any rational thoughts or fighting words you have left and you’re overwhelmed by desire. You feel his hand between your legs and let his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants until he’s pressing his thumb against you.

“Nothing feels better than this,” he pants, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushes a finger inside you.

You lift your hand to trace his jaw, your lips parted with your heavy breathing, and you tug him closer for a kiss.

That’s all it takes for him to lose control and he leaves your mouth to trail kisses down your throat, his grip bruising as he holds you in place with his free hand, his other still buried between your legs as his fingers push harder and deeper.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling your moans and frantic pleas for more.

He growls low and deep, the action making you clench around his fingers, and he slides the hand at your neck across your cheek, grasping your chin between his fingers.

His thumb pulls your lip free of your teeth, his stare predatory.

“Let me listen to you come darlin’.”

[oftenwantedafton]

Pas de Deux - William Afton x Female Ballerina Reader ~ A Ballora Origin Story

Chapter 6

Rating - Explicit

Warning for sexual content

Also available on AO3

Taglist - @dxstopiaa

It feels so different, being at the ballet studio so late at night, when the building is vacant and the city streets are quiet.

William flicks a switch as he reaches the top of the stairs, the strip of lights illuminating the hallway housing the changing rooms in the rear of the studio providing a soft glowing backdrop. The large room is still heavily shrouded in shadows, affording you some privacy. He sets down the blanket and basket he’s carrying on the hardwood floor.

“What do you think?”

“I think…” You pause, chewing your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes. “…I think you should dance with me,” you invite, tugging on his hand.

He barks a short laugh, surprised. “I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Dance with me anyway.”

William slides an arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him, your other hand clasped in his, drawn up so the pairing hovers to the side of your faces in a ballroom pose. You take a step with him, turning easily in his arms.

“If I step on your feet, I apologize. You’ve been warned.”

You giggle, the sound dying when his lips graze your throat before he turns you again and you sweep further across the room.

“You know, there are a bunch of cassette tapes if you want music…”

“Sing something for me instead.”

He chuckles softly. “That I definitely cannot do. I’ll hum for you, though.”

“That’s a deal.”

His cheek presses against yours, his vibrating breath tickling your ear. You think you recognize the melody though you can’t discern what its origins are. In spite of his teasing and protests, William is light on his feet, moving in perfect synchronicity with you. The room spins around you in soft swathes of light and shadow.

You halt by the row of windows overlooking the city streets below, clasping the barre, feeling the older man’s arms brace on either side of you, resting his scarred hands on the wooden beam.

“My favorite place to watch you. Right over there.” He lifts one of your hands and gestures with it, nuzzling your throat. You feel giddy, drunk off the feeling of being in the studio alone with him, so close to the outside world but so far above it, pinned by his warmth, poised before the chilled window panes.

“Come here.” He guides you back into the recesses of the room, spreading out the blanket to cushion you somewhat from the hard surface and begin your improvised indoor mid-winter picnic.

You settle down, legs stretched out, weight braced on your wrists and ankles crossed, watching the other man kneel, sitting on his heels to begin unpacking.

“Ever have wine before?” He asks, pulling a bottle and a pair of glasses from the basket.

“I actually haven’t. But I did try a wine cooler once at a birthday party.”

“Naughty girl.” He smirks, working on the cork. “Well, wine, like a lot of alcohol, often doesn’t taste that great, but people like to pretend that it does, and keep drinking it until they become accustomed to it and the taste doesn’t bother them anymore because their judgment is too clouded by the inebriation. I personally prefer a Pinot Grigio.” He fills both glasses and then offers you one. “Cheers.”

You grin, taking a tentative sip of the pale golden liquid. It’s sour, the bursts of tart flavor sharp on your tongue.

He laughs when he sees the expression on your face. “You’ll get used to it,” he says, taking a healthy swallow from his own glass.

“It’s not terrible.” You try another sip, finding it slightly less offensive.

He shifts positions, sliding back to sit on his buttocks. “You don’t have to drink it for my sake if you really dislike it.”

“I know.” You empty the glass in one go, wincing a bit with the effort but proudly handing the glass back to your companion for a refill. “What are you like when you’re drunk?”

“Horny. Bitchy. Pretty much the way I am now anyway, only elevated.”

You stare at him, mouth agape and he laughs, handing you back a full glass. “That was a joke. Kind of.”

“You’re so different lately.” You take a sip and nibble on some of the cheese and grapes he’s laid out.

“How so?”

“You look…healthier. Not as tired. Happier.”

“That is entirely your doing, I’m afraid. I told you that you would be the ruin of me.” He smiles softly around the rim of his glass and your heart aches.

You’ve already made such an impact on him in such a short amount of time. But what kind of future could you possibly have with him?

He munches on a cracker, studying your pensive features. “What are you thinking about?”

You reach the end of your glass, already feeling the effects of the drink. “I’m good for you.”

He grins. “I don’t disagree.”

“I’m better for you,” you challenge impulsively. “I never say anything against your wife—”

“Then don’t start now,” he cautions, the smile slipping from his mouth.

“She ignores you; you’ve said it yourself. She has no interest in anything you’re doing—”

“To be fair, I’m much the same way with her. I told you we both share equal blame.”

“She has nothing to offer you. I would do anything to make you happy. I don’t understand why you’re with her. I never have.”

“Things were different in the beginning. And I made a vow.”

“Which you’ve already broken!” You exclaim in exasperation. “You’re already cheating. So why pretend?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is! You might still love her, but you’re not in love with her.”

William stares at you silently.

“You love me.” You reach for his hand, fingers curling over the battered edges.

His eyes slide from yours. “I think maybe you imbibing alcohol isn’t such a good idea after all.”

“I’m not drunk!” You protest. “Not so much that I don’t know what I’m saying,” you add softly.

“You’re only making this more difficult for yourself.”

“I can’t help how I feel.”

His lips press in a thin line. “It’s better if you don’t.”

“Don’t what? Have feelings?”

“Yes.”

You lean back, your shoulders tightening, bracing your growing ire. “Oh, really? How do you do that? How do you shut off your feelings?”

William remains silent, still avoiding your gaze.

You’re so angry you want to slap him, the burning knot of anger building within you flaring. “No, fuck that. You look me in the eyes and you tell me you don’t have any feelings for me.”

“I can’t do that.” His voice is infuriatingly placid.

“Why not?”

“Because it would be a lie. And I’ve never lied to you,” he says, his head lifting so he can see you, his eyes brimming with words unsaid.

“Why not?” You repeat again, noting the sudden rapid rise and fall of his chest and shoulders.

“You know why.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

He shakes his head. You see his Adam’s apple straining against the collar of his shirt when he swallows, attempting to shove the emotions back down his throat.

“What did you mean the other day, when you said you wanted things you had no right to ask for?”

The older man hesitates. “I don’t want you to go away for college. I don’t want you to leave me behind. My wife can’t give me children. I can’t stop thinking about having them with you; what it would be like to have you as my wife instead. I want…I want you to be mine, forever,” his voice rasps harshly as the confession spills from his lips.

“I want those things too. I am yours. I was made for you.”

“God damn you’re so perfect,” he curses, leaning forward, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, crushing your mouth against his. “I love you,” he whispers against your ear, and you shiver, surrendering to his touch.

***

You close your eyes and think of embers waiting for you in the darkness, temporarily blotting out your surroundings.

The recital has gone smoothly — better than that, even. The excitement from the other girls in your class is palpable. You open your eyes and look out among the sea of faces in the audience, waving to your mother, sliding past the haughty profile of Mrs. Afton to find her husband, his weighted gaze speaking to you better than words ever could.

You change into the dress you’d chosen for this occasion, the red fabric draping across your frame as if was tailor made just for you. You’d taken time getting your hair and nails done earlier, wanting to look your absolute best for him. Beneath the dress you’re wearing a new set of lingerie, lace in a shade that’s nearly an exact match for the garment that enshrouds it.

Your next destination is the dinner booked at a hotel being held to celebrate the completion of the studio’s school year. You won’t be driving with the Aftons this time, but you know he won’t be able to stay away from you for long.

You manage to sneak outside while everyone is still busy exchanging congratulations and preparing to depart, finding the older man tucked into the shadows outside the auditorium.

“You look stunning,” he greets you as you reach his side.

“You too. You look great in a tux.”

“The performance was exquisite. As expected.” He exhales a cloud of smoke then holds the cigarette out to you.

You shake your head. “My mom would be upset,” you explain.

“Fair enough. I’ll be scolded as well, but what else is new,” he muses bitterly, tossing the remainder to the ground and grinding it with his heel, the soft orange light extinguished. “I’ll see you soon, love.” He touches your wrist briefly, pressing along the pulse point, and then he’s gone.

***

The dining hall hums with energy and excitement.

You barely touch your meal although the food is good. You find you have no appetite for anything other than William Afton.

He’s seated on the opposite side of the table from you a few seats down, the perfect vantage point to admire you from.

Every time you glance at him, muttering something noncommittal to whatever the other girls near you are saying, you find his heated gaze on you.

Once dishes for the main course are cleared the guests begin to mingle, breaking off into small groups. Your mother currently occupies Mrs. Afton’s attention, affording her spouse the opportunity to tuck against your side, speaking in a low tone.

“I have something for you. Meet me in five minutes.”

His hand stealthily slides a small rectangle of plastic into yours.

You nod, fingers tightening over the gift, glancing at it surreptitiously after he’s left your side.

It’s a keycard for one of the rooms.

You make your way to the restroom, making sure your hair and makeup are still in place, smoothing out the material of your dress. Your heart pounds as you find the elevator, darting one last anxious glance over your shoulder, but no one is paying any attention.

The doors slide apart and you walk briskly down the corridor, scanning the room numbers until you reach your destination. The keycard slots in place, the device reads the magnetic strip and the green light flashes, indicating the door is unlocked.

William’s right there waiting for you, pulling you into the room and slamming the door closed.

His mouth crushes against you, hands running over the curves of your body. You’re already working on his belt, hear the soft jingle of the buckle striking the carpet when his pants slide and collapse to the floor. You shove the jacket off his shoulders and he pushes you up against the foot of the bed, pressing until your knees fold and you collapse on top of the white down filled comforter, your wrists pinned near your head.

His teeth scrape your skin gently, so that he doesn’t mark you, at odds with how much you wish he could. He releases his grip on one wrist long enough to slide a hand inside the slit of your dress, stroking across your thigh and caressing the lace panties before he grabs them and pulls, tearing the delicate material.

“Fuck me,” you beg, not that he needs permission or instruction, already positioning himself at your entrance while you spread your legs. You’ve both been waiting for this moment for so long, dancing so close to it so many times, stalled by his insistance that your first time needs to be special. You can’t imagine it being anything but that with him, shutting your eyes and holding your breath, bracing for the first feel of him inside of you.

The stretch and burn has you gasping, releasing the air you’ve just trapped. He hooks a hand under one knee and drives forward, pushing, and your nails dig into his shoulder, harder and harder as he thrusts in deeper and deeper.

“Christ, you’re so tight,” he gasps beside your ear, filling you to the hilt. You relax your grip on his shoulder and bury your fingers in his hair as he withdraws and slides back inside your canal. You think he’s still holding back and you lift your hips to meet his, shoving yourself onto his cock. He groans, murmurs something incomprehensible and returns the gesture with more vigor, increasing the pace. You’re gradually growing accustomed to the feel of him, the initial pain dissipating beneath an ache starting within your core.

His face and neck are smudged with your lipstick, your own reddened from every sucking kiss he gifts you. He clutches your hip and rolls, bringing you on top of him. Straddled above him, this angle creates new sensations. You’re in control now, raising and lowering yourself on him, so slick you sometimes miss and have to readjust. His hands tuck beneath your shoulder straps and tug down, exposing your breasts. He kneads one, rolling and pinching the nipple, his other hand sliding down your abdomen to drag across your clit. You bend forward, your hair falling in a curtain around his face as you kiss him, wet and sloppy just like the cunt you’re soaking him with.

“You’re so beautiful.” He sucks your ear lobe and presses a trail of kisses along your jaw, pelvis rising to meet you. The hand that’s been mashing against your pussy finds its way to your mouth and you suck the juices off of his thumb before lapping at the scars, mapping the injuries in various stages of healing. He thrusts harder against you, shoving you back down beneath him, your flexible legs lifted and pushed back to the limit so he can enter you as deeply as possible. His face hovers above yours, watching your reactions as he fucks you.

His eyes are nearly black when he cums, pupils completely blown. You can feel it inside of you, that hot spill of liquid buried deep, your pussy spasming and tightening around him, muscles contracting, squeezing and wringing out everything he has to give.

He collapses beside you and you shift so you can rest your head on his chest, listening to his pounding heart, lacing your fingers through his.

He’s quiet while you both do your best to straighten your appearances, solemnly scrubbing away the stain of your mouth on him while he slides back into the tuxedo jacket and refolds the lapels. You toss the remains of your torn panties in the bathroom wastebin and wet your hands, attempting to smooth your hair back into place before adjusting the shoulder straps and pinching the sides of the dress so that the fabric drapes correctly.

Your eyes meet in the mirror and your hands falter, stuttering over the material.

“I want to pick you up tomorrow.”

“My mom’s giving me a ride. She switched shifts,” you murmur apologetically.

The excuse to travel to and from the studio no longer exists and you’re already feeling the loss of it keenly. Soon the one for your school will be absent as well.

“Make something up.”

“William—”

“Please.” The single word that sounds torn from his depths makes your heart ache.

You can’t refuse him.

***

It takes you a few moments to find the Afton’s sedan the next afternoon, the car parked in a completely different area than it normally is.

Your footsteps slow when you realize it’s not William behind the steering wheel, but his wife.

You settle into the passenger seat cautiously, dumping your bag on the floor between your feet when the older woman makes no move to offer to you to stow it away in the rear of the vehicle.

“Where’s Mr. Afton?”

She doesn’t bother to look at you, instead shifting the car into reverse, aiming the nose of the vehicle towards the street. “Busy. I’m giving you a ride home today.”

You swallow, shifting nervously in your seat.

An uncomfortable silence descends upon the pair of you, lasting until you reach your destination.

Mrs. Afton doesn’t switch off the engine, instead drumming her painted nails against the steering wheel. Her eyes meet yours, her stinging gaze sharp as a slap.

“I know about you and my husband. Do me the courtesy of not denying it.”

Any protest you might have made dies on your lips instantly.

“How…how long have you known?”

She shrugs. “Weeks. I don’t know. I didn’t mark it on my calendar.” Her restless fingers still. “He’s always like this. That’s how it was for us in the beginning, too. He gets excited over some new idea, fixates on it and obsesses over it. He has a way of making you feel like you’re the only person that exists, doesn’t he?” She muses, continuing without waiting for a response. “And he’s so good at getting what he wants. He managed to talk someone into giving him a loan for the restaurant right out of college when we had nothing but debt. Just charms his way right through life. Seems so quiet and innocent; he’s anything but.” She glances over at you. “He’s using you. When you’re not shiny and brand new anymore he’s going to discard you. That’s what he does. It’s why I never wanted to have children with him.”

You feel nauseous. “He…he said you couldn’t have any…”

“Yes, I let him think that.”

“If you think he’s so awful, why are you still with him?”

Her painted lips twist in a bitter smile. “Probably for the same reason you are. But I’m not going to let this continue any further. I’ve wasted enough of my life on this. I’m leaving him. If I was you, I’d get out now while you still can. You have your entire life ahead of you. Treat this as a life lesson, the most valuable one you’ll ever learn.”

The tears that have been threatening to spill finally make their escape, trailing down your cheeks. You’ve always feared the moment of this confrontation, imagining Afton’s wife raging at you, bitter and haughty. This quiet, dignified surrender is somehow much worse.

“I love him,” you whisper, choking over the words.

The other woman’s expression softens. “I know you do. I’m sorry. I should have said something sooner. I just didn’t know how.”

You swipe angrily at your damp cheeks, reaching for the straps of your bag with one hand, the other tugging roughly on the door handle, shoving it open. You cannot bear to be in the car with the older woman anymore with her terrible, terrible words. You slam the door shut and struggle to fit the key in the lock on the front door as you hear the sound of the car engine receding behind you, a sound that you had once enjoyed, making you think of your lover, now forever tainted by this new memory.

***

The phone rings four times before you finally lift the receiver. Your eyelids are swollen and reddened from crying all afternoon, the orbs between them burning as you blink and sit up, digging the heel of your hand against one while you answer.

“Hello?”

“Whatever she said to you, it’s not true.”

William’s rough voice chafes you, making you ache.

“I don’t really want to talk right now.”

“She wanted to hurt you in the worst way possible.”

You choke back a sob. “Why weren’t you there today?”

“Something happened at work, I had to—”

“It doesn’t matter.” You cut him off.

“I love you.”

You shake your head as the tears begin anew, unable to respond.

“I still want us to be together.”

Your head rocks back. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Please—”

You hang up the phone, unable to listen to his voice any longer. You draw your knees up and bury your face there.

The phone does not ring again.

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

How Would the Boys Show Affection to Someone With a Hyena Quirk

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x reader, Shoto Todoroki x reader, Katsuki Bakugo x reader, Ejiro Kirishima x reader

Warnings: fluff, short and sweet, Izuku is just a shy boy, Shoto and Katsuki are a little subtle with their affection but Katsuki is more rough, Ejiro is just a lover boy, this was a request

A/n: Requests are closed! Sorry!!

Previous Part

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A recap on the reader. The reader has a hyena/fire quirk. They have hyena ears and a tail, prolonged canines, claws, and are able to expel fire from their body and they run a little hotter than normal. Side effects are heightened hearing, cut lips from fangs, having to file down their claws, burn wounds, sensitive to warmer temperatures, the desire to eat a lot, and easier muscle gain

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Izuku Midoriya

Izuku would show affection in subtle ways, refilling your water bottle even though it’s only half way gone, being you ice cold wash rags, and often coming to you after the weekend with your favorite snacks.

Even when you guys get into a relationship, I don’t really see Izuku getting more affectionate with that, with him being shy and all. Maybe he would indulge in some hand holding and hugs, but that’s really all. And in private maybe a couple forehead kisses as well.

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Shoto Todoroki

I don’t see Shoto giving a ton of affection, but when he does it could be described as subtle/blunt affection. Having you walk on his cooler side after practice/during the warmer months of the year, handing you an ice cold water bottle, and cooking you large meals. I see him also indulging in a favorite of yours, his cold hand on your face. Not like on your cheek or anything, just like on your face.

Once you get into a relationship, nothing much would change. He’s still keeping you on his cold side and cooking you meals at the end of the day, maybe even bring you a few snacks at breaks during the day.

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Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki is very loud with his affection, and a little rough compared to others. Barking out compliments, keeping your water bottle filled, giving you snacks that either he’s got you for yourself or share some of his. Your and his relationship/friendship scares others. Your attitude often matches his, which results in bickering and the less often wrestling matches, often conducted outside.

Like the others, when in a relationship, nothing much changes, but Katsuki holds your band more than the previous boys and often runs your ice baths when the chance arises. And, because you two are closer, he sits next to you as much as he can. Sometimes he’s so close he’s almost on top of you, but you don’t mind.

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Ejiro Kirishima

Ejiro is just smitten with you from day one. He’s feeding you compliments constantly, makes sure you have plenty of ice in your water bottle, that you have access to ice or cold wash rag right after practice, and feeding you snacks and meals at any chance he gets. Ejiro loves feeding you because he probably burns as much energy as you do, and the only way to upkeep energy is to eat, a lot.

Ejiro is a lot more physically affection when in a relationship. He’s holding your hand more and giving you hugs and cheek kisses. When you do something cool he often shouts “That’s my girlfriend!!” even if he’s on the complete opposite side of the teaming field.

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A/n: Just a reminder that requests are closed!!

[callsign-magnolia]

Girl Crush

Content Warning: Angst, cursing

This could be based off Little Big Town's 'Girl Crush', I only realized it after I wrote it.

Summary: Being friends with Rooster since childhood was amazing, the feelings that came with it were not.

Masterlist | Flashbacks

I stared down into the clear liquid filling my glass, the sinking feeling in my stomach growing. I knew he was behind me, across the bar with the blonde he’s been gushing about the last two weeks. He decided to introduce her to our friends, they’ll love her, I know it. She is sweet, she’s kind, she’s beautiful, and dammit what I wouldn’t give to be her. For years I have been there, every time he left for deployment, every time he came home, I moved in with him so he wouldn’t be alone after his mom passed. I’ve always been there, since we were kids. So why was I not enough for him?

Suddenly I felt a large but gentle hand on my lower back, and I went rigid. I had hoped he wouldn’t see me, but I guess maybe I didn’t blend in as well as I thought. “Hey, I thought you weren’t feeling good?” Don’t look up, dammit, don’t look at him. “Hey.” His knuckle bumped under my chin, telling me to look at him. I just kept my head down, if I looked at him I don’t know if I’d cry, run away, or kiss him. “Look at me, please.” This time he grabbed my chin, turning my face towards him. Immediately my vision shifted to his eyes, those brown eyes that looked like puddles of chocolate ice cream he loved to indulge himself in occasionally. “I thought you were sick? I was gonna bring you some nuggets when we left.” 

This was one reason I loved him, no matter what he always made time for those he cared for. “I felt better, wanted a shot.” He pursed his lips, nodding his head. I knew what he was thinking. If I wanted a shot, I easily could’ve pulled down the bottle of ‘Grey Goose’ he bought me last year. Thankfully, he never mentioned it and I didn’t have to feel embarrassed. “Why don’t you come join us? Katy is having so much fun with everyone. Plus she adores you.” I shook my head. “Nah, I’m not up for a big hang out. Think I’ll just take my shot and go home.” He sighed, turning to Jenny, our bartender. “Two more, Jen?” She nodded, pulling out two bottles from the cooler. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I nodded. “Absolutely.” He sighed, taking the two beers. 

“You’ll let me know when you get home?” I nodded, twisting my glass on the bar top. “Yeah.” He leaned down, kissing my head. “Be careful, okay?” I nodded, wishing he’d stay close for another minute just so I could smell his cologne a little longer. He gave me one last look before walking away. I swallowed the tears, tossing the vodka back, the burn stinging my throat. I turned to look behind me, regretting it immediately. She had both of her hands wrapped around his waist, beer in hand. One of his held her waist, the other had settled into the back pocket of her jeans. He said something that made her giggle, leaning down to kiss her lips. 

At that I turned back to the bar, seeing the shot glass had been refilled. “You look like you could use one for the road.” I nodded, tossing it back as well. “He loves you, sweetie. He just hasn’t realized it yet.” I pursed my lips, giving her a small nod, not quite believing her. “Night, Jen.” I slid her the money for the shots before walking outside to my car. I took one last look up to the pool table where they were standing. They were turned, talking to our friends, his arm around her waist and her arm around his shoulder, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. 

Tears flooded my eyes, I couldn’t look at them anymore. I yanked my car door open, almost hitting the car next to me. I got in, slamming the door closed as the sobs wracked my body. I leaned my head back on the headrest, hoping to soothe myself with no such luck. What did she have that I didn’t? Why wasn’t I good enough for him? I slammed my hands on the steering wheel, my emotions overriding my conscious. When I could finally breathe I started the car, backing out of the parking spot and speeding back to my apartment. I hated myself for not saying anything sooner, I waited too long and he found someone else. If only I could tell him now, then maybe, just maybe, I’d have a chance. Little did I know, he just witnessed my breakdown in the bar parking lot.

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Info for Faith In The Future World Tour ATLANTA, GA - JUL 15 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

6:00 PM - Doors Open

7:00 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - The Snuts

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (lawn tickets):

The venue does not allow camping or overnight parking of any kind.

The lawn is always first come, first served.

Guests may notice a row or seat number on their lawn ticket, but that is only used for tracking purposes.

There are no assigned seats on the lawn.

Blankets are permitted, but for your safety chairs are not allowed.

Subject to updates. Check the venue’s socials for updates!

🔆⚠️HIGH TEMPERATURE ADVISORY ⚠️🔆

HIGH TEMPERATURES expected in Atlanta!

Temperatures will reach above 90ºF/ 32ºC

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

Thunderstorms expected ⛈. Prepare accordingly.

Wear sunscreen!

The whole venue is OUTDOORS. Event is rain or shine!

💧⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️💧

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important things to know:

Ticket screenshots will NOT be accepted. We strongly recommend downloading your tickets BEFORE you arrive at the venue so you do not have any trouble getting into the show.

The venue is cashless! Pay with card and mobile pay!

Multiple ATMs on site located on both plazas near Gate 1 & Gate 4.

Restrooms are located in both plazas, near Gate 1 and near Gate 4.

Parking: Parking is sold on the night of show for $30 plus tax. Handicap Parking is located near Gate 1 on Elliot Galloway Way NE. Please note accessible parking is first come, first served, so if you don't absolutely need it, please park elsewhere.

Taxis & Rideshare: The easiest place to meet a taxi is at the top of the hill by Gate 2 or you can walk to Horseradish Grill. Uber pickup and dropoff is at 4469 Stella Drive NW, Atlanta GA 30342

ADA info here

Cameras: non-professional only, no detachable lenses. Disposable cameras and small digital cameras ok. Any camera that has a detachable lens will not be allowed in. If the camera lens zooms out more than 1 in it will not be allowed in.

Average sized blankets or beach towels ALLOWED

Umbrellas - personal sized only, no sharp points. ALLOWED

Water: 1 factory sealed bottle up to 1 liter/33.8oz per person. Empty Aluminum bottles, refillable plastic water bottles are permitted.

NO Glass containers or cans

NO Alcohol

NO Coolers

NO Animals (except service animals with paperwork)

NO Illegal drugs

NO smoking

NO Lawn chairs

NO Balloons

NO Fireworks or sparklers

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Wallet chains or Long Chains/Sharp Spikes

NO Recording devices, iPads/laptops

NO Selfie sticks, drones

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

NO Scooters/Skateboards or Hoverboards

NO Whistles, horns or other noisemakers

NO Strollers or Wagons

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

Lost & Found info here

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*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security.

For more details click here and here

Bag Policy:

Clear plastic, vinyl or PVC tote bags no larger than 12” x 6” x 12” and/or

small clutch bags (6”x 9”), don't have to be clear

NO Large bags or backpacks

Banners, signs and flag policy:

Signs larger than 8.5" x 11" are not allowed. This size is a standard sheet of paper.

All signs must be appropriate in nature and not be a distraction to the artist.

Merch:

Merch will be available for all concerts at our Concert Gear booths located near Gate 1 and near Gate 4.

Please make sure you check that you have the correct size and there are no defects in the shirt before you walk away from the stand.

The venue cannot assist with replacing or refunding any merchandise after the event has ended.

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at 404-233-2227. You can also access their website. Check their Twitter and IG for updates. Address: 4469 Stella Dr NW, Atlanta, GA 30342. Venue: Cadence Bank Amphitheatre at Chastain Park

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“Keep it chilled.” That’s all he says to the comebacks from the woman in front of him. Juwon wasn’t amused by this topic and he didn’t want to entertain it much longer. He needed a drink or two in his system before even trying. Drowning the whiskey, he pushed the glass back to the woman when he gets her attention again. “Can I have a top up. Keep them coming please, I don’t like my glass empty until I turn it upside down, if you don’t mind.” Sarcastic politeness, that’s the best he could offer the woman right now. He takes the handkerchief from his pocket and uses it to wipe the blood off his hand. Frowning constantly, it obviously hurt. “Who knows, maybe an attitude like this is what makes me successful. So don’t go comparing the jobs, the attitude. I’m not telling you what to do, I am only telling you to do your job. Do you have a problem with that?”

She had rushed off to the other end of the bar once he had his drink, making a few more drinks for other customers. If there was any sort of perk to the bartender, it's that she was fast and seemingly accurate. The drinks all looked ready for a photoshoot, or at least as close as possible, and were in front of the customers within a minute or two. Minie ran this portion of the bar, and it showed in her confidence. Making her way back to him, she grabbed the still-cold bottle and refilled his glass, sliding it carefully back to him. "Got it, Mr. Bigshot. By the way, I still suggest laying off telling me how to do my job. You're paying me, and I've been here much longer than you." Now she was getting more childish, sticking out her tongue as she sealed the bottle and placed it into the cooler for now.

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Punkin Spice (Part 1)

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(Indulging the idea that any hot man would ever find me desirable)

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You were sweating on the treadmill wishing the thirty minute program was over. Your knees ached and you’d forgotten your water bottle, and now you were dying because you were so thirsty. You weren’t literally dying, but you wanted to. Sweat ran into your eyes and you cursed the day you decided you needed to get into better shape.

You weren’t even at the running part of the couch to five program you were doing, just the walk slow, walk slightly less slow part. The treadmill finally beeped, and started to slow to a stop and you carefully wiped it down before heading to the water cooler and taking one of those stupid, tiny cone shaped cups and drinking. You must have refilled the damn thing ten times before you even started to feel parched.

The towel you’d grabbed was rough on your face as you wiped the sweat away, and you headed to the locker room, already thinking about the hot shower that awaited you. You weren’t exactly paying attention as you wiped your face again, and walked right into six feet sexy of solid muscle. You bounced back and mumbled an apology, trying to get around him. You’d seen him before around the gym. He was hard not to notice, after all. Tall, blond, gorgeous, perfect shoulder to waist ratio. Captain fucking America. At least, you thought he might be, he was so perfect.

“Shit, sorry,” you apologized, willing yourself into the tiniest package you could imagine, wanting to be invisible. You stumbled, a little off balance.

He reached out to steady you with a warm smile. “Careful. The actual walls don’t have as much give as I do,” he teased.

“You feel pretty sturdy to me,” you blurted, instantly regretting your words. He laughed and tipped his head to look at you.

“You’re the lady with the great t-shirt collection!” He acknowledged. You cringed again. Some of your t-shirts were rude. Some were silly. Some were downright provocative.

“Guilty,” you admitted, nodding. You mentally ran through the list of what you’d worn to the gym over the past few weeks, mortified that you may have worn -

“I particularly enjoyed the ideal weight one,” he winked, interrupting your thought process.

“At the risk of sounding really awful, which one?” you asked.

“The ‘my ideal weight is Captain America on top of me’ one,” he replied, his grin broad and his eyes dancing. “For reference, my weigh-in today was two-forty.”

“Sweet jesus,” you groaned. “You’re really Steve Rogers?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he winked. You let out a big sigh and met his amused gaze hesitantly.

“I meant no disrespect,” you started.

“Good,” he interrupted again. “Because this looks like the perfect opportunity for me to ask you for a coffee. Are you free?”

“Right now?” You gaped. He nodded. “I mean, I need to shower, but I guess so.”

“I’ll meet you out front, Punkin,” he smiled, and dropped his head to lay a kiss on your cheek.

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[apcthetics]

closed starter for SAMI ( @overwhlcmed​ ) location: hey guess what

. ✧ ★ ────────────   “ WHAT KIND OF COAT DO YOU PUT ON WHILE IT’S STILL WET ? “ his costume was horrendous, and on top of that, it felt like a knock off of her own─  though grace didn’t understand where it came from or what he was trying to be. ( it was still green ! ) she had told sami as much, about two hours ago, before the wine she had been drinking from her cup had been emptied and refilled and emptied again, and when he’d been still talking at her with a riddle in between every sentence. she had spent her time after that dancing with gina and trying ( and failing ) to set up tadgh and giselle and then, eventually, thinking up her own riddle to hit back at him with. unfortunately, riddles weren’t really something that was part of her childhood, and grace hadn’t thought that telling them would be a skill she would one day need. this one had been an aha ! moment─ like she had been slowly surveying her brain for anything and finally found something she could bring back to play with. she had paused beside him, delicately unscrewing the cap of a water bottle she had plucked from a nearby cooler, her arms crossing tightly over her chest. it was only then that she looked at him, the hints of a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “ take your time and don’t waste your opportunity with a joke─ because if you get it right i might consider giving you a prize. “ 

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Eco-Friendly Bed & Breakfast Options in Saint John: Sustainable Comfort by the Bay

As travelers grow more conscious of their environmental impact, eco-friendly accommodations have become a top priority. The quaint city of Saint John, New Brunswick, known for its rich history and breathtaking views of the Bay of Fundy, offers a variety of sustainable bed and breakfast (B&B) options that not only reduce environmental footprints but also enhance the visitor experience. From energy-efficient operations to locally sourced food, these B&Bs are setting a new standard for green hospitality.

The Rise of Eco-Friendly Travel in Saint John

Eco-tourism is no longer just a niche market; it has become a vital consideration for travelers worldwide. A 2022 report by Booking.com found that over 70% of global travelers are more likely to book eco-friendly accommodations. In Saint John, known for its stunning natural landscapes and vibrant cultural scene, this movement is gaining momentum. Visitors are drawn not only to the city’s historic charm but also to the sustainable practices employed by its local businesses, particularly its bed and breakfasts.

One standout example is Mahogany Manor B&B, a picturesque bed and breakfast in Saint John located in the heart of Uptown Saint John. Known for its historic beauty, Mahogany Manor B&B also embraces modern eco-friendly practices, making it an excellent choice for travelers looking to reduce their carbon footprint without sacrificing comfort or style.

Mahogany Manor B&B: A Green Getaway in Uptown Saint John

Mahogany Manor B&B exemplifies the ideal balance between historic charm and modern sustainability. This century-old property, situated in a prime location, welcomes guests with a unique blend of traditional architecture and contemporary eco-conscious values.

Energy Efficiency and Water Conservation

One of the core aspects of eco-friendly accommodation is energy efficiency. Mahogany Manor B&B makes significant efforts to reduce energy consumption. They utilize energy-efficient lighting, appliances, and heating systems throughout the property. Many of the rooms are designed to maximize natural light, reducing the need for artificial lighting during the day. Additionally, they encourage guests to minimize water usage by offering towel and linen reuse programs, which reduce the number of daily washes and conserve water and energy.

Saint John’s naturally cooler climate makes efficient heating systems vital. Mahogany Manor B&B has invested in modern heating controls that optimize energy use, ensuring the property stays warm without unnecessary energy waste.

Organic and Locally Sourced Breakfast

An essential part of the bed and breakfast experience is, of course, breakfast. At Mahogany Manor B&B, sustainability extends to the dining table. They prioritize using organic, locally sourced ingredients whenever possible. By supporting local farms and vendors, the B&B not only ensures fresh and flavorful meals but also reduces the carbon emissions associated with food transportation.

Breakfasts at Mahogany Manor B&B often include free-range eggs, artisanal bread, and fresh produce that reflect the seasons. Guests are treated to a farm-to-table experience that allows them to savor the flavors of New Brunswick while supporting the local economy.

Waste Reduction and Recycling Programs

Mahogany Manor B&B also emphasizes waste reduction, an essential component of any eco-friendly business. The B&B implements a comprehensive recycling program, encouraging both staff and guests to dispose of paper, plastic, and glass responsibly. Composting organic waste further reduces landfill contributions and helps enrich local gardens. They also avoid single-use plastics by providing refillable soap and shampoo dispensers, reusable water bottles, and glassware in guest rooms instead of disposable items.

By creating a culture of sustainability, Mahogany Manor B&B helps guests feel more connected to the environment during their stay. This ethos is woven into every aspect of their operations, from the guest experience to their behind-the-scenes practices.

Other Eco-Friendly Bed & Breakfasts in Saint John

While Mahogany Manor B&B is a prime example, other B&Bs in Saint John are also embracing eco-friendly initiatives.

A Tidal Touch at Shadow Lawn Inn

Located just a short drive from Saint John in the nearby town of Rothesay, Shadow Lawn Inn offers a more secluded, nature-focused escape while maintaining its eco-friendly credentials. The inn is committed to sustainability through water conservation, energy-efficient lighting, and waste reduction. Guests can relax knowing that their stay minimizes its environmental impact. Like Mahogany Manor B&B, Shadow Lawn Inn sources much of its food locally, ensuring fresh, sustainable meals.

Seaside Serenity at Homeport Historic B&B

Overlooking the Bay of Fundy, Homeport Historic B&B is another excellent eco-friendly option in Saint John. This B&B, located near the city’s major attractions, focuses on reducing waste and conserving resources. Energy-efficient appliances, low-flow water systems, and eco-friendly cleaning products are just a few of the sustainable practices used here. Homeport also encourages guests to explore the natural surroundings by foot or bicycle, reducing the need for vehicle use and promoting a more intimate experience with the environment.

How to Identify an Eco-Friendly Bed & Breakfast

When searching for eco-friendly accommodations, there are key elements that travelers should look for to ensure their stay is as sustainable as possible. Some of the most important factors include:

Energy Efficiency: Look for properties that utilize energy-efficient appliances, lighting, and heating/cooling systems. Ask if they rely on renewable energy sources like solar panels.

Water Conservation: A responsible B&B will promote water-saving measures such as low-flow showers, toilets, and faucet aerators, as well as towel and linen reuse programs.

Waste Reduction: Properties that minimize waste by offering recycling, composting, and limiting single-use plastics show their commitment to reducing landfill contributions.

Locally Sourced Food: Sustainable accommodations will prioritize organic, locally sourced ingredients, reducing the carbon footprint associated with food production and transportation.

Sustainable Building Materials: If a B&B has undergone renovations, find out if they used eco-friendly, non-toxic materials in construction and maintenance.

Certifications: Eco-certifications like LEED or Green Key are good indicators of a B&B's commitment to sustainability. Many smaller properties may not have formal certifications but can demonstrate eco-friendly practices through their policies and operations.

Why Choosing an Eco-Friendly B&B Matters

Opting for an eco-friendly B&B doesn’t just benefit the environment; it enhances the travel experience. Sustainable accommodations often provide a more intimate connection with the local culture and landscape, offering guests a deeper appreciation of their surroundings. In Saint John, where natural beauty is a defining characteristic of the region, choosing green accommodations means supporting businesses that actively work to protect these precious resources.

For eco-conscious travelers, staying in a sustainable B&B like Mahogany Manor B&B or one of the many other environmentally friendly properties in Saint John offers peace of mind. Guests can enjoy their stay knowing they are making choices that support the environment, local economy, and a more sustainable future for tourism.

Conclusion

As the demand for eco-friendly travel grows, bed and breakfasts in Saint John are rising to the occasion. By incorporating energy-efficient practices, supporting local food producers, and reducing waste, these properties offer sustainable comfort without compromising on quality. Whether you're staying at Mahogany Manor B&B, Shadow Lawn Inn, or Homeport Historic B&B, you can rest assured that your stay will contribute to a healthier planet.

In a city as naturally beautiful as Saint John, choosing eco-friendly accommodations is a step toward preserving this gem on the Bay of Fundy for generations to come. If you're seeking the cheapest B&B in Saint John that aligns with your eco-conscious values, look for options that prioritize sustainability while offering affordable rates—proving that green travel doesn’t have to come with a high price tag.

By choosing a bed and breakfast in New Brunswick like Mahogany Manor B&B or others mentioned, guests are not just booking a room—they are contributing to a more sustainable future for Bed and Breakfast Canada experiences.

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Family Travel Hacks: Tips for a Smooth, Fun Trip

By Khurram Iqbal

Family vacations are a great way to create lasting memories, but they can also come with challenges — especially when traveling with young children. Whether it’s packing efficiently, managing travel delays, or keeping kids entertained on long journeys, here are some top travel hacks to help you make the most of your family trip in 2024.

1. Packing Hacks for Stress-Free Travel

Use Packing Cubes: Keeping your family’s belongings organized with packing cubes can be a game-changer. It makes it easy to locate items quickly, even if you’re sharing a suitcase ViaTravelers.

Cross-Pack Essentials: Split your family’s items between multiple bags, so if one suitcase is delayed or lost, everyone still has clothes and essentials Belle Voyage.

Add Tech: Attach a tracking device like an AirTag to your luggage, so you always know where it is, even if it gets lost Belle Voyage.

2. Entertainment for Kids

Pre-download Movies and Games: Download kids’ favorite shows or games before the trip to avoid in-flight boredom. Studies show that 58% of parents rely on screen time during family trips Restless Pursuits.

Car Games and Chargers: Prepare new car games and pack a multi-port charger to keep devices running during long road trips Momma Wanderlust.

3. Snacks and Meals on the Go

Healthy Snacks: Bring filling snacks like fruit, nuts, and crackers to avoid spending on expensive airport or roadside food Momma Wanderlust.

Reusable Water Bottles: Always travel with reusable water bottles, refilling them at rest stops to save money and stay hydrated [Momma Wanderlust](https://www.mommawanderlust.com.

Cooler for Road Trips: Pack a cooler with homemade sandwiches and easy meals for road trips. It helps save money and prevents unnecessary stops Momma Wanderlust.

4. Airplane Travel Tips

The Blanket Hack: Keep your toddler comfortable on flights by using a blanket to keep them snug and secure in their seat Restless Pursuits.

Pack Essentials in Carry-On: Always have a change of clothes, snacks, and toiletries in your carry-on, especially if your checked luggage is delayed Belle Voyage.

Use Gum for Ear Pressure: During takeoff and landing, give kids gum to help with ear-popping discomfort Momma Wanderlust.

5. Accommodation Tips

Vacation Rentals: Booking vacation rentals with kitchens can save money on dining out and help make the stay more comfortable for the whole family Restless Pursuits.

Portable Sleep Solutions: Bring inflatable sleep pads or portable cribs to ensure a good night’s sleep for younger children ViaTravelers.

6. Emergency Situations: Be Prepared

Vehicle Breakdowns

Roadside Assistance: Make sure you have a roadside assistance plan like AAA to help with any unexpected car issues Restless Pursuits.

Emergency Kit: Pack a roadside emergency kit with essentials like jumper cables, a flashlight, and a portable battery charger for your phone Momma Wanderlust.

Flight Cancellations or Delays

Insurance and Airline Apps: Always check cancellation policies and download the airline’s app for real-time updates Belle Voyage.

Pack Essentials in Carry-On: Keep important items in your carry-on to ensure you have everything you need for the first 24 hours if your luggage is delayed Belle Voyage.

Loss of Travel Documents

Digital Backups: Photocopy and digitize important documents like passports and IDs. Keep them in your email or cloud storage for easy access Restless Pursuits.

Report to Authorities: If your passport is lost, report it to the nearest embassy or consulate immediately Restless Pursuits.

Lost Phone or Power Outage

Location Sharing: Enable location sharing on family devices to track each other if someone gets lost Belle Voyage.

Portable Power Bank: A fully charged power bank can save the day if your phone runs out of battery Momma Wanderlust.

Backup Communication Plan: Keep a prepaid calling card for emergencies when Wi-Fi or phones are unavailable Belle Voyage.

Loss of Contact with Family

Pre-Set Meeting Points: Plan specific meeting locations in case anyone gets separated ViaTravelers.

Emergency Contact Numbers: Ensure every family member has a list of emergency contacts, including local police, consulates, and hospitals Momma Wanderlust.

Security and Theft Prevention

Carry a Dummy Wallet: Use a dummy wallet with expired cards and small cash to distract potential thieves Belle Voyage.

Anti-Theft Bags: Invest in an anti-theft bag with RFID protection and secure zippers to protect important items Belle Voyage.

7. Final Emergency Backup Tips

Backup Everything: Store copies of important documents and travel itineraries in the cloud for easy access if anything is lost Belle Voyage.

Contact Local Authorities: If your phone or wallet is stolen, immediately file a police report to help with insurance claims and document replacement Restless Pursuits.

Health Emergencies: Ensure your travel insurance covers medical emergencies, and familiarize yourself with local hospitals before you arrive Momma Wanderlust.

Conclusion

By planning ahead and using these family travel hacks, you can turn your vacation into a smoother, more enjoyable experience. Whether you’re packing, managing an emergency, or just trying to keep the kids entertained, these tips will help you make the most of your family trip.

For more family travel ideas and tips, visit LLIVO Family Vacations.

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Revive Your Cooler: DIY Fixes for Off-Season Issues

As the seasons change, your cooler may encounter issues that affect its performance. From decreased efficiency to strange noises, these off-season problems can disrupt your comfort. However, with a bit of DIY know-how and some maintenance tips, you can revive your cooler and ensure it’s ready to keep you cool when you need it most.

The monsoon may have ended, but that doesn’t mean your trusty cooler gets to hibernate until next summer. In India’s unpredictable weather, it’s never too early to prep your cooler for unexpected picnics, road trips, or even power outages. But before you crack it open, remember – off-season storage can lead to unwanted surprises like leaks, odors, and mold. Fear not! With a few simple DIY fixes, you can revive your cooler and be ready for any adventure.

Did you know?

In India, 54% of households own at least one cooler, highlighting its importance for both daily use and outdoor activities.

Ram Services and Sales is here to guide you through DIY fixes and provide expert solutions for all your cooling appliance needs.

Cooler Revival Tips: Off-Season Maintenance Made Easy!

Clean the Air Filter:

A clogged air filter can impede airflow and diminish cooling efficiency. Follow these steps to clean your air filter effectively:

Remove the air filter from the cooler.

Gently brush or vacuum away any dust and debris.

Regularly cleaning the air filter ensures optimal airflow and enhances the overall performance of your cooler.

Check for Leaks

Inspecting your cooler for leaks is essential for preventing damage and maintaining efficiency. Here’s how to check for and address leaks:

Use a flashlight to thoroughly examine both the interior and exterior of the cooler for signs of leaks, such as cracks or rust spots.

Seal any leaks with silicone caulk or epoxy to prevent further damage and ensure efficient cooling.

Clean the Water Tank

Regular cleaning of the water tank is vital for preventing mold and bacteria growth and ensuring clean, fresh air circulation. Follow these steps to clean your water tank:

Drain the water tank completely.

Clean the tank with a mild detergent to remove sediment and buildup.

Rinse the tank thoroughly with clean water and allow it to dry completely before refilling.

Inspect the Pump

A properly functioning pump is essential for efficient cooling. Here’s how to inspect and maintain your cooler’s pump:

Test the pump to ensure it’s functioning correctly by listening for any unusual noises or vibrations.

Clean the pump and intake area to remove any debris or obstructions that may affect its performance.

Adjust the Float Valve

The float valve controls the water level in the cooler tank, which is crucial for optimal cooling. Follow these steps to adjust the float valve:

Ensure the water level is maintained at around 1-2 inches below the top of the tank for efficient cooling.

Adjust the float valve as needed to maintain the proper water level.

Replace Worn Parts

Inspect the components of your cooler for signs of wear or damage, such as worn belts or corroded pads. Replace any worn parts to ensure optimal performance and efficiency.

Here’s your guide to reviving your cooler:

Beat the Heat with DIY Air Cooler Solutions

The Classic Bucket Cooler

One of the simplest and most effective DIY air cooler solutions is the classic bucket cooler. Here’s what you’ll need:

A large bucket

A small fan

Ice or frozen water bottles

PVC pipes or flexible tubing

Mesh or cloth

Duct tape

Instructions:

Cut holes in the bucket to accommodate the PVC pipes or tubing. These will serve as the air vents.

Place the small fan on top of the bucket, facing downwards.

Fill the bucket with ice or frozen water bottles.

Attach the PVC pipes or tubing to the holes in the bucket.

Cover the top of the bucket with mesh or cloth to prevent debris from entering.

Turn on the fan, and enjoy the cool breeze as it passes over the ice and into your space.

The Evaporative Cooler

Another effective DIY air cooler solution is the evaporative cooler, which works by harnessing the cooling power of evaporation. Here’s what you’ll need:

A large container or cooler

A small fan

Water-absorbent pads or towels

Ice (optional)

Duct tape

Instructions:

Place the water-absorbent pads or towels at the bottom of the container or cooler.

Add water to the container until the pads or towels are saturated.

Place the small fan on top of the container, facing downwards.

If desired, add ice to the water for additional cooling.

Turn on the fan, and watch as the cool air is circulated throughout your space.

The Solar-Powered Cooler

For those looking for a more eco-friendly option, a solar-powered cooler is an excellent choice. Here’s what you’ll need:

A solar panel

A small fan

A container or cooler

Ice or frozen water bottles

Instructions:

Attach the solar panel to a sunny area outside your home.

Connect the solar panel to the small fan using wires and a switch.

Place the fan inside the container or cooler.

Fill the container with ice or frozen water bottles.

Turn on the fan, and let the sun do the work of powering your DIY air cooler.

Why Choose Ram Services and Sales?

At Ram Services and Sales, we pride ourselves on being your trusted partner for all your cooling appliance needs. Here’s why we stand out as the best choice for DIY fixes and maintenance:

Expert Guidance and Solutions

Our team of experts is dedicated to providing you with knowledgeable guidance and effective solutions for your cooling appliance issues. Whether you’re troubleshooting a problem or seeking advice on maintenance, we’re here to help you every step of the way.

Wide Range of Replacement Parts

We offer a comprehensive selection of replacement parts to meet your specific needs. From air filters to pumps and everything in between, you can count on us to have the parts you need to get your cooler up and running again quickly and efficiently.

Exceptional Customer Service

At Ram Services and Sales, customer satisfaction is our top priority. Our friendly and experienced staff is committed to providing you with exceptional service from start to finish. Whether you have questions about our products or need assistance with an order, we’re here to ensure your experience with us is seamless and stress-free.

Quality Products and Accessories

We only carry products and accessories of the highest quality to ensure your complete satisfaction. From top-of-the-line coolers to durable replacement parts, you can trust that our products are built to last and perform reliably.

Conclusion

With these DIY fixes and maintenance tips, you can revive your cooler and ensure it’s ready to keep you cool during the warmer months.

Trust Ram Services and Sales to provide you with expert guidance, quality products, and exceptional customer service for all your cooling appliance needs. Keep your cooler running smoothly and efficiently with our help, and enjoy cool, refreshing air whenever you need it most.

Also Read: Future-Proofing Your Air Cooler: Year-Round Maintenance – Ram Services and Sales

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Top 10 Eco-Friendly Products for Your Spring and Summer Picnics

As we embrace the warmer seasons of spring and summer, picnics become a favorite pastime for many. However, it's essential to ensure that our outdoor gatherings are not only enjoyable but also environmentally friendly. In this blog post, we'll explore the top 10 eco-friendly products that will enhance your picnic experience while minimizing your impact on the planet.

Reusable Picnic Basket:

Instead of opting for disposable bags or containers, invest in a reusable picnic basket made from sustainable materials like bamboo or recycled plastic. These durable baskets not only reduce waste but also add a touch of elegance to your outdoor dining experience.

Compostable Plates and Cutlery:

Say goodbye to single-use plastic plates and cutlery and choose compostable alternatives instead. Compostable plates and cutlery, typically made from materials like bamboo or sugarcane fiber, break down naturally after use, minimizing environmental impact.

Stainless Steel Straws:

Enjoy your refreshing beverages without harming the environment by using stainless steel straws. These reusable straws are durable, easy to clean, and eliminate the need for disposable plastic straws that often end up polluting oceans and harming marine life.

Eco-Friendly Picnic Blanket:

Opt for a picnic blanket made from eco-friendly materials such as organic cotton or recycled polyester. These blankets are not only comfortable to sit on but also biodegradable and sustainable, making them an excellent choice for eco-conscious picnickers.

Powered Lanterns:

Illuminate your evening picnics with solar-powered lanterns instead of traditional battery-powered ones. Solar-powered lanterns harness the sun's energy during the day and emit a warm glow at night, reducing energy consumption and minimizing environmental impact.

Sustainable Food Containers:

Pack your favorite picnic snacks and meals in reusable food containers made from sustainable materials like stainless steel or glass. These containers are durable, leak-proof, and eliminate the need for disposable plastic bags or wrap.

Organic Cotton Napkins:

Add a touch of eco-friendliness to your picnic spread with organic cotton napkins. These soft and absorbent napkins are free from harmful chemicals and pesticides, making them a safer and more sustainable choice for outdoor dining.

Bamboo Picnic Utensils:

Upgrade your picnic utensils with bamboo alternatives that are lightweight, durable, and biodegradable. Bamboo utensils are a sustainable option for eco-conscious picnickers and add a rustic charm to your outdoor dining experience.

Collapsible Water Bottles:

Stay hydrated during your picnics with collapsible water bottles made from silicone or recycled materials. These space-saving bottles are easy to carry and refill, reducing the need for single-use plastic water bottles that contribute to plastic pollution.

Eco-Friendly Cooler Bag:

Keep your picnic essentials cool and fresh in an eco-friendly cooler bag made from sustainable materials like recycled polyester or natural fibers. These cooler bags are insulated, lightweight, and minimize environmental impact compared to traditional plastic coolers.

Conclusion:

By incorporating these eco-friendly products into your spring and summer picnics, you can enjoy outdoor dining while minimizing your environmental footprint. From reusable picnic baskets to compostable plates and cutlery, each product choice contributes to a more sustainable and enjoyable picnic experience. So pack your eco-friendly essentials and head outdoors to savor the beauty of nature without harming the planet.

[jaydinsane]

Fires & Night Walking

Today for the most part I struggled to build a fire until my dad & mom both helped build it. Normally, I don't have an issue building one but today was testing me I guess. Then I did some reading and scanned some handouts that are helpful in my Google Drive folders. Technology is magnificent, let me tell you. It's amazing all the crazy shit you can do right from a little phone or tablet in your hands and how much you can file into it.

Anyway, I went on another night's adventure. I went on a 2.64-mile walk this time in front of the house instead of over the back from it...the front of the house way has some more elevated hills and requires a little more energy than the way that is over the back from my house. So, it's a little more difficult of a walk but less ground-covered. Tonight it was a lot cooler out and misty from the rain that had been happening on and off all day. I did get to stop by a spring of water on Stony Top and refill my water bottle. That hill is the hardest hill to climb probably within like 2-3 miles of my house. Overall it was a nice walk and I feel pretty amazing right now for accomplishing even walking a little over 5 miles in the last two days. It's like playing a video game and I just unlocked a new skill or achievement. Or, I'm in Girl Scouts and earned a new badge!