#scooters with mobile connectivity

[vmantras]

Atumobile Atum 1.0: The Future of Urban Mini Bikes

Introduction: A Disruptive Urban Electric Mini Bike The Atumobile Atum 1.0 is not your conventional electric scooter or e-bike—it’s a thoughtfully engineered micro electric motorcycle tailored for short urban commutes and sustainability-conscious riders. Born out of Hyderabad-based EV startup Atumobile Pvt Ltd, this mini EV blends the charm of a vintage moped with the utility of modern-day green…

[astroeleanor]

°💸⋆.ೃ🍾࿔*:･Your 2H Sign = How To Make More $$$ 💳⋆.ೃ💰࿔*:･

Your 2nd house is the part of your chart can show you the best side hustle ideas to increase your income. Look at the sign on your 2nd House cusp, its ruling planet, and any planets sitting there. They symbolize out how you monetize.

The 2nd House is the House of Possessions: movable assets, cash flow, food, tools, anything you can trade. The sign on the cusp sets up your style of 'acquisition' (Taurus = slow‑build goods, Scorpio = high‑risk high‑reward holdings), while the ruler’s dignity and aspects describe reliability, or lack thereof, of income.

Planets inside the 2nd act like tenants shaping the property: Jupiter here inflates resources, Saturn conserves but can pinch, Mars spends to make, Venus monetizes aesthetics.

Because the 2nd is in aversion to the Ascendant (no Ptolemaic aspect), you often have to develop its promises actively: wealth isn’t “you,” it’s something you must manage. So, let's look at the kind of side hustles you can do to increase your revenue!

♈︎ Aries 2H: Physical, Fast, ACTION-Driven

(Aries rules motion, competition, fire, physical activity, force)

Personal trainer or group fitness instructor.

Manual labor gigs like junk removal, or yard work (physical and gives instant results.)

Motorcycle/scooter delivery (Uber Eats, DoorDash): speed + autonomy? Very Aries.

Selling refurbished sports equipment.

Pressure washing services, which is oddly satisfying AND includes aggressive water blasting lol.

Fitness bootcamps in local parks (Mars rules the battlefield… or, in this case, bootcamps)

Pop-up self-defense workshops

Bike repair and resale (hands-on + quick turnaround)

Car detailing (mobile service). You vs. grime. Who wins? You.

Sell custom gym gear or accessories.

♉︎ Taurus 2H: Sensory, Grounded, Product-Based

(Taurus rules the senses and the material world, it’s a sign connected to beauty and pleasure)

Bake-and-sell operation (bread, cookies) at markets. Taurus=YES to carbs and cozy smells.

Meal prep or personal chef (nourishing others = peak Taurus.)

Sell plants or houseplant propagation, you’re growing literal value.

Create and sell body care products: lotions, scrubs, soaps… (Venus-ruled.)

Furniture refinishing for resale.

Offer at-home spa services (facials, scrubs.)

Curate and sell gift boxes (Venus loves a well-wrapped present.)

Do minor home repair or furniture assembly.

Build and sell wooden plant stands or decor (wood + plants + aesthetic = Taurus.)

♊︎ Gemini 2H: Communicative, Clever, Multi-Tasking

(Gemini = ruled by Mercury = ideas, speech, tech, variety, teaching)

Freelance writing or blogging.

Transcription or captioning services.

Resume writing/job application support.

Social media management (multitasking + memes.)

Sell printable planners or flashcards (info = money.)

Offer typing or data-entry services, which are low lift & high focus

Sell templates for resumes, bios, or cover letters, Mercury loves a system!

Write email campaigns for small businesses, you can become the voice behind the curtain.

Teach intro to AI tools or chatbots (modern Mercurial real-world applications.)

Create micro-courses on writing or communication.

♋︎ Cancer 2H: Caring, Cozy, DOMESTIC

(Cancer rules the home, food, feelings. It’s the nurturer through and through)

Home organization services, give cluttered homes and their owners love.

Baking and delivering comfort desserts (cookies = hugs in edible form!!)

Make and sell homemade frozen meals, nourishing the body AND soul.

Offer elder companionship visits (heartfelt and so needed.)

Run a daycare or babysitting service. Moon=family.

Run a laundry drop-off/pickup service.

Custom holiday decorating (homes or offices), make it feel like home anywhere.

Help seniors with digital tools (basic tech help.)

Create sentimental gifts like memory jars or scrapbooks.

♌︎ Leo 2H: Expressive, Bold, Entertaining

(Leo rules performance, leadership, fame, visibility, and the desire to SHINE)

Portrait photography (kids, pets, solo, couples.)

Event hosting or party entertainment.

DJ for small events or weddings.

Basic video editing for others (help THEM shine!)

Personalized video messages. charisma = income.

Teach short performance workshops (confidence, improv) to help others own a stage.

Become a personal shopper.

Sell selfie lighting kits or content creator bundles.

Host creative kids camps (theater, dance, art.)

Make reels/TikToks for local businesses (attention = currency.)

♍︎ Virgo 2H: Detailed, Service-Oriented, Practical

(Virgo rules systems, refinement, discernment, organisation, usefulness)

Proofreading or editing work. Spotting a comma out of place or “their/they’re” being misused = Virgo joy.

House cleaning or deep-cleaning services.

Virtual assistant (email, scheduling, admin.)

Sell Notion or Excel templates. Virgo: spreadsheets.

Bookkeeping for small businesses.

Create custom cleaning schedules or checklists.

Offer “organize your digital life” sessions.

Specialize in email inbox cleanups.

♎︎︎ Libra 2H: Tasteful, Charming, Design-Savvy

(Libra = Venus-ruled = style, beauty, balance, aesthetics)

Styling outfits from clients’ own wardrobes.

Become a personal shopper.

Bridal/event makeup services (enhancing natural beauty = Libra.)

Teach etiquette, the power of grace

Curate secondhand outfit bundles.

Custom invitations or event printables that are pretty AND functional.

Offer virtual interior styling consultations.

Sell color palette guides for branding or outfits.

Create custom date night itineraries (romance, planned and packaged=Libra!!)

Style flat-lay photos for products or menus.

Do hair, make-up, nails, etc.

♏︎ Scorpio 2H: Deep, Transformative, Private

(Scorpio rules what’s hidden, intense, and powerful, alchemy, psychology)

Tarot or astrology readings.

Energy healing or bodywork.

Private coaching for money/debt management.

Online investigation or background research (Scorpio = uncovering hidden information)

Teach classes on boundaries, consent, empowerment, etc.

Sell private journal templates for deep self-reflection.

Moderate anonymous support groups or forums.

Specialize in deep-cleaning emotionally loaded spaces (yes, THAT kind of clearing.)

♐︎ Sagittarius 2H: Expansive, Global, Philosophical

(Sag rules teaching, travel, and BIG ideas)

Teach English (or any other language) or become a tutor online

Sell travel guides or digital itineraries, help others travel smarter=Sag

Rent out camping gear or bikes (freedom for rent lol.)

Ghostwrite opinion pieces or thought blogs, say what others are thinking!

Create walking tours for travelers or locals.

Sell travel photography.

Become a travel influencer on the side.

Translate travel documents or resumes.

♑︎ Capricorn 2H: Strategic, Structured, Business-Minded

(Cap rules time, career, limitations, long-term value)

Resume or career coaching, help others climb the “mountain of success”.

Freelance project management.

Property management or Airbnb co-host (passive-ish income.)

Sell templates for business (contracts, invoices).

Create accountability coaching packages.

Sell organizational templates.

Freelance as an operations assistant (the CEO behind the CEO.)

Build a resource hub for freelancers or solopreneurs (structure = empowerment.)

♒︎ Aquarius 2H: Innovative, Digital, Niche

(Aquarius rules tech, rebellion, and the future. But it’s also connected to community!)

Tech repair or setup.

Build websites for local businesses, or anyone else for that matter.

Sell digital products (ebooks, templates).

Run online communities or Discords.

Host workshops on digital privacy or tools. Collective knowledge (Aqua)= power

Build and sell Canva templates for online creators.

Curate niche info packs or digital libraries.

Help people automate parts of their life or business.

♓︎ Pisces 2H: Dreamy, Healing, Imaginative

(Pisces rules the sea, the arts, spirituality, dreams, and all things soft)

Pet sitting or house sitting, caring for beings + quiet time? It’s perfect for this energy.

Sell dreamy artwork or collages.

Offer meditation classes or hypnosis.

Teach art to kids or adults.

Custom poetry or lullaby commissions (very niche tho.)

Sell digital dream journals or prompts.

Make downloadable ambient music loops.

Create printable affirmation cards.

Design calming phone wallpapers or lock screens.

Offer spiritual services (tarot or astrology readings, reiki, etc.)

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[andromedabooks]

Lab Partners

Summary: In which the team finds out about Spencer and Nora’s relationship in a slightly less than ideal manner.

CWs/Tags: Season5!Spencer. Fluff! Established but Secret relationship. Well-meaning teasing and banter. VERY slightly suggestive connects

A/N: This is the cute version of how Spencer and Nora's relationship comes out to the team. There’s an angsty, running into each other’s arms in the field while someone is bleeding version floating in my head as well...  

For someone healing from a bullet ripping through some crucial ligaments, Spencer was shockingly mobile. He’d figured out the scooter in record time, not without a good deal of bumping into furniture and frustrated swearing that made Nora laugh entirely too hard. She relieved herself of her guilt as she let him stay most nights at her picturesque first-floor apartment in a DC brownstone under the guise of easier handicap access. She knew he mostly wanted it because he wanted to be there, to see her the instant she got back from a case where he couldn’t yet go with. Of course, she knew, but that didn’t stop her from letting him stay. 

He was, therefore, elated when he learned she’d been assigned to stay at Quantico with him for this particular case due to the complex chemical anesthetics the unsub used while the rest of the team was scattered about DC. The pair, given their combined scientific expertise, had been sequestered in the lab. 

Spencer was zooming about the lab, ecstatic to be free of Penelope’s bat-cave. However, they’d still been forced to bring one of Pen’s clunky laptops to connect them to the rest of the team via video call. 

And so, both clad in lab coats and blue nitrile gloves, the pair set to work on puzzling out this particular cocktail of toxins with the occasional chatter of the rest of the team in the background.   

“Spence, can you bring me an Erlenmeyer flask and a micropipette set?” Nora asked, voice echoing from underneath the fume hood where she’d been forced to move her atomic emission mass spectrometer so she could begin to determine what the hell this compound was made of. 

“Sure!” And Spencer zoomed off to grab her desired equipment while she flipped on the spectrometer and met him in the middle on a lab bench to begin the next test. Spencer, meanwhile, parked by her side and simply stood enamored by her diluting a sample of a victim’s blood with reagent. “You’re so pretty when you’re processing potentially toxic blood samples,” he said almost dreamily, leaning in to tuck his chin against her shoulder as she worked. 

“You’re a weirdo, Spencer Reid,” she muttered under her breath, lips quirking upwards in a smile despite herself. 

“You signed up for it, love,” he sang-songed, grinning with a level of playfulness that was reserved only for her. 

Nora broke into a proper smile and laughed despite herself. “Shut up and get me the second reagent.” She lightly shoved Spencer’s head off her shoulder with a gloved hand. 

Spencer retaliated with a kind of confidence everyone—her included in the beginning—presumed he would not have. He turned her around by hands at her waist with impressive dexterity for a man standing on one and a half legs, and he kissed her soundly. A logical part of her brain said that this was their office, that they could be seen by anyone, and that this was most definitely not acceptable behavior in the workplace. That part of her brain went quiet a lot faster than she’d like to admit. 

She leaned into him, allowing him to manipulate the tilt of her head with a hand on her jaw. His other hand trailed from her waist to her hip to her ass—which was, once again, definitely not work appropriate—while she wound her hands up to grip behind his neck. 

If Nora had been thinking about things logically, she probably would’ve considered the fact that, while the rest of the time wouldn’t see or hear them unless they called, Penelope Garcia and her about twenty different monitors likely had their laptop’s video feed pulled up on one of her screens. If she’d continued that line of logic, she would’ve anticipated the gasp when Spencer called her love that turned into shrill shrieking that echoed through that bullpen of the BAU when they kissed. It was a shriek that brought Emily and Derek sprinting into Garcia’s office in enough time to catch the pair as their hands grew less PG and kissing began to turn into eating each other’s faces. The trio stood in stunned silence for a moment before Spencer moved from kissing her lips to her jaw and her neck, then Derek seized the keyboard and frantically unmuted their feed, all but shouting: “Hey, Geniuses! Maybe don’t commit public indecency on company time!” 

They sprang apart comically, faces flushed a guilty shade of pink. Spencer actually moved so quickly that he almost fell off his scooter, and Nora had to catch him by the shoulders and set him right. She knew the team was bound to find out at some point. When they’d passed the six-month secrecy mark last week, they’d joked they were living on borrowed time. Still, she hadn’t expected it would come out like that. Nora braced for the barrage of commentary through the tinny speakers of the laptop as if she were bracing for an earthquake. 

Spencer, no doubt sensing the tension across her shoulders, drew her in with an arm around her. He reached out casually to mute the laptop, cutting off the three stooges who were all yelling over each other from upstairs. He then pulled her in tighter with his other arm around her waist. “I guess we’re going to have to fill out that disclosure paperwork now, huh?” he joked softly. He was red—arguably redder than she was—with flush spread from his neck to the tips of his ears. But, there was also some giddiness in his eyes that indicated that it wasn’t just an embarrassment to be caught with her, but a point of pride. “And I get to call you mine in public now,” he whispered just low enough that the laptop wouldn’t pick it up. 

Nora, despite all good sense, pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. This time, she knew everyone could see them.

They had precious few minutes of silence where they kissed gently before the door to the lab burst open and their trio of nosy coworkers barged in as they’d grown tired of being ignored. 

“How long?” Penelope demanded, bustling up to poke Spencer in the chest as he tucked Nora into his side again. “How long has this been going on?” 

“Officially? Six months, ten days, and 22 hours.” Of course, he remembered down to the hour. Probably the minute, too, if Nora felt like asking. 

Three jaws fell in near unison. “It’s been half a year?” Emily demanded with indignation. 

They simply nodded and let them—mostly Penelope—squawk about not being told and being deprived of their adorable relationship. 

Derek eventually slid to Spencer’s side, clapping him on the shoulder. “Good job, man,” he said with a grin that could only be described as shit-eating. “I didn’t know you had that much game, but from what I saw on that monitor, you’ve got some somethin’ bold in you I didn’t expect. I mean, since when does the good doctor back his girl against a counter?” His humorous, honeyed gaze flicked to Nora. “You teach him that trick, Johansen?” 

Spencer flushed back to a near tomato red, spluttering a defense, and Nora laughed despite everything. “He came that way. Preset, my friend,” she said, leaning back to meet Derek’s eye. “I’ve taught him a few tricks, though.” And then, because she wanted to see him blush redder, she said, “Not any you’ll get to see, of course.” 

There was a chorus of gasps, shouts, and wolf whistles while Spencer buried his head in her shoulder. “How dare you?” he groaned into the skin of her neck, and Nora laughed harder than before.

[cripplecharacters]

Hi! I hope you’re having a nice day/night! I have this concept for a character in a futuristic world where portals exist. She wears a nasal cannula to help her breathe, and the tubing goes into a small portal inside a bolo tie she wears. I don’t want this aspect to erase the fact that she’s still disabled, so there’s a rule that she can’t enter portals when she’s using one on her person, because the connection might be lost. If she’s using the normal tubing without the small portal to help, she can enter them just fine. Regardless of which she’s using, she still has to be mindful of how much she’s exerting herself, and often takes frequent breaks to rest.

How does this concept read to you? Does it work as is, or would there be a better way to go about it?

I want to note that this character is around her late teens, and most of the people I’ve seen using nasal cannulas/oxygen therapy are considerably older. Would it help if she had some sort of mobility aid as well? Thank you so much for reading!!

Hello!

I really like this concept, I think it makes a lot of sense. I really like the idea of magic helping manage a condition without curing it. She still needs oxygen, she just doesn't have to carry it all around! I think that's great.

As far as mobility aids go, it depends on why she uses oxygen. Many people with cystic fibrosis wear oxygen but don't need mobility aids. However, if she has fatigue or needs to be mindful of her energy usage, a mobility aid could make a lot of sense. I would consider something like a lightweight mobility scooter for long trips, as well as looking at a rollator.

[sjsmith56]

Night Music

Summary: While wandering around Brooklyn on a hot summer’s night Bucky is drawn to the sounds of a woman singing a blues song.

Length: 4.9 K

Characters: Bucky, OMC, OFC (not described other than mixed heritage), 2 minor OFC.

Warnings: Some talk about mortality, race laws in the past, and mixed marriages, brief mentions of cannabis use, bitchy caregiver.

Author notes: A conversation over the comments section on AO3 with user Dornish_Jedi inspired this story. Thank you. Songs referenced include a live recording of Blues in the Night, sung by Ella Fitzgerald (music written by Harold Arlen, lyrics by Johnny Mercer), Alright, Okay, You Win, sung by Peggy Lee (music written by Sid Wyche, lyrics by Mayme Watts), As Time Goes By, sung by Dooley Wilson (written by Herman Hupfeld), I’ll Never Smile Again, sung by Frank Sinatra and the Pied Pipers, music performed by Tommy Dorsey and His Orchestra (written by Ruth Lowe). All are available to listen on Spotify.

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It was uncomfortably hot inside his flat so Bucky put his lightest jacket on, slipped on some cloth gloves and headed out into the night. Still not comfortable displaying his left arm in public, he found little difference between being in his flat versus out on the street. Aimlessly, he walked along the avenue, threading his way through the other poor souls without air conditioning trying to avoid sweltering in their apartments. The sidewalk cafes and outdoor seating areas for the small bistros were bustling with people fanning themselves with menus, hands and whatever other flat objects they could use. The really busy places were those with air conditioning, or with large fans connected to misting nozzles. The latter, sending out a cool spray every 60 seconds or so would attract everyone eager to stand directly in the path of the fine droplets which evaporated within seconds upon contact with their overheated skin. The sounds of their relief combined with the disparate music coming out of each place along the avenue created a morass of sound that eventually became overwhelming for the super soldier.

Just as Bucky decided the hot but quiet confines of his flat were preferable to the hectic bustle of the street, he heard it; the rich voice of a woman singing Blues in the Night to a recording of it. The music came from an alleyway that led away from the street.

My mama done tol' me

When I was in pigtails

My mama done tol' me

A man's gonna sweet-talk and give you the big eyes

But when the sweet-talking's done

A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing

Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

She wasn't just singing it, she was belting it out as if she were Ella Fitzgerald herself. He recognized the legendary singer's voice on the recording that the unknown woman was singing along with. Following the sound, as if it were a siren calling just to him, Bucky kept walking down the poorly lit alley until he looked up to where a rooftop space was lit up. Whoever was singing was up there, at least six stories up. He could have gone around to the front of the building trying to find a way up by elevator but by then the song would be over. Noticing the fire escape ladder of a nearby building on this side of the alley, he jumped up, grabbing a metal rung and pulling himself up to the first landing. Following the stairs up he eventually got to a point where he could see across to the other rooftop.

It was a patio but a private one, with only two people out there, a woman who was just finishing the song, and an old man in one of those mobility scooters. When she finished, he clapped his hands.

"Darlin', you sound just like Miss Ella," wheezed the old man. "You should have seen her live. That woman could sing the pants off of any man I knew."

"You were so lucky to have played for those singers, Grandpa," smiled the younger woman, her face full of affection for the older man.

"You're just as good as any of them," he said. "How does the auditioning go?"

She sat on a nearby chair. "I keep trying to figure out what they want to hear but they say my voice isn't what they want. They say they're looking for something more contemporary sounding. No one wants to hear the old songs, unless it's Lady Gaga, or Michael Bublé singing it."

"I'd listen to you all night long," whispered Bucky.

"You keep plugging away, my darling," said the old man. "Someone will hear you and realize you got the goods. Now, what's another one you can sing for me?"

She grinned and pulled up her phone, finding another song. Her face lit up as she sang the opening verse along with the singer on the recording.

Well alright, okay, you win

I'm in love with you

Well alright, okay, you win

Baby, what can I do?

The old man beamed as she sang it enthusiastically. During an instrumental break, she took her grandfather's hand, pulling him up into a standing position from the scooter, laughing. Bucky found himself smiling along with the pair as the old man shuffled his feet a little before waving her off and sitting back onto the scooter. It was obvious they had a special bond formed over the sharing of music the older man knew well. She sang several more songs for him, until she checked the time and begged off, telling him that she was going to her regular open mic night.

"When are you going to find a boyfriend that will make sure you get home okay?"

"Oh, Grandpa, they don't make them like you anymore. The good ones are already snapped up. I'll be fine."

Kissing him gently on the cheek, she picked up her phone and purse, leaving the patio. For a moment, Bucky thought of following her but by the time he could make it to the front of the building she would be gone. Instead, he sat there for a while, thinking about how much he enjoyed that impromptu concert.

The old man, still in the scooter, suddenly maneuvered over to the edge of the patio and looked directly at where Bucky was perched.

"Well, what did you think?" Bucky leaned back into the shadows. "Yeah, I'm talking to you there on the fire escape. Is my youngest granddaughter talented enough to make it in the music business?" The old man grinned. "I saw you sneaking up there. You're that Barnes fellow, aren't you?" Bucky stood up from where he sat on the fire escape ladder, coming into the light that spilled across the alley. "Yeah, it's you. Why don't you come on over? I've got some good bourbon, some Cuban cigars, and we can share stories about the good old days. I got air conditioning as well."

He gave Bucky the building address and apartment number then moved the scooter, disappearing into the apartment through a set of open doors. Indecision made the super soldier pause, as he considered the old man's offer. He could have jumped across to the patio but that could attract attention that he really didn't want. Instead, he went down the fire escape, jumping down from the bottom landing. It only took a couple of minutes to get to the entrance of the apartment building. He entered the apartment number on the intercom button, then heard the buzz of the door being unlocked and opened it. Taking the elevator, he went up to the sixth floor, turning towards the apartment, and hearing 1940s music playing through the door that had been left open.

Knocking as he opened it, he heard the old man's voice. "Come on in. Close the door behind you before the neighbours say I'm playing my music too loud."

Standing in the entryway he fidgeted a little until the sound of the mobility scooter brought the old man into view. He stopped, looked at Bucky from head to toe, then offered his hand.

"Sid Goldstein," he said. "I'm 103 years old, so I figure you and I might have something in common."

"Bucky," said the super soldier, shaking the old man's hand. "But I guess you know that already."

"You can take the gloves off," said Sid, "and the jacket. Wouldn't mind a peek at your fancy arm there but I knew enough veterans who were amputees that didn't like people staring."

Bucky removed his jacket and gloves, finding the cool air conditioning refreshing. Sid pointed to a glass of bourbon already poured for Bucky, then moved his scooter over to a humidor, opening it up and taking two cigars out.

"I bought a few cases of these in 1951. Saw the writing on the wall for Cuba, and figured if I wanted the best cigars I better secure my own supply. I'm down to the last dozen as I saved them for special occasions. Smoked Dominican cigars for everyday. Figure I can die after finishing the last Cuban one."

He offered one to Bucky, showing him how to cut the end, then watching and nodding as he did it. Flicking a Zippo lighter on, he inhaled several times before the tobacco caught on his, then offered the lighter to Bucky. As he blew out the smoke from his cigar he sighed, then positioned his scooter next to an armchair, gesturing to the super soldier to sit there. For several long minutes the two men puffed on their cigars and drank some bourbon.

"You're not from Brooklyn," said Bucky. "If you were in the music business in the 40s I might have seen you in the clubs."

"Queen's," replied Sid. "They wouldn't let me in the clubs until I was 21 which I reached in September of 1943. I was 4F, because I had a heart murmur." He smirked. "Yet here I am, 103 years old. I tried, damned if I didn't go to a bunch of recruiting offices but they wouldn't take me."

Bucky smiled. "Sounds like Steve Rogers. I know he tried at least 5 times. Don't know how many times I didn't find out about." He took another drag of the cigar. "Then he volunteered for that stupid super soldier experiment."

"Sure did the trick for him," smiled Sid. "You boys made a difference ... well, mostly."

They were quiet again.

"So, you played for Ella Fitzgerald?"

"Yup, trumpet. Played for Lena Horne, Billie Holiday, Doris Day, then Peggy Lee and several others in the 1950s and 60s. Loved playing for the women. Classy ladies, all of them."

"Your granddaughter has a good voice," said Bucky. "Sounded just like Ella Fitzgerald."

"Lia always loved listening to the records I was part of. Started singing along to them when she was a little girl. Been trying to get a recording contract or a part on Broadway. She's been at it since she graduated from Juilliard ten years ago." He shook his head. "I might be biased but I can't understand how the music industry can ignore her talent and yet promote some person who needs that auto tune to make their voices sound good. What do I know? I'm an old Jewish musician who disappointed his parents when I started playing jazz and disappointed them even more when I married a black woman." He glanced at Bucky. "She was my only wife. Minerva West. She could have been a great singer but once we got married in 1952 she couldn't travel with me and the band because of the race laws against mixed marriages in other states. So, she stayed home here to raise our family. She died some time ago. Love of my life."

"I'm sorry," said Bucky. "You were married a long time."

Sid nodded, taking a drag on his cigar, and sipping his bourbon thoughtfully.

"You ever marry?"

"No. Was too busy playing the field before the war, then ... I died." He shrugged. "Now, it's hard to find anything in common with most women."

"That's too bad. A good woman at your side is a blessing." Sid drank some of his bourbon. "Lia's single."

That remark lingered for some time, as both men continued smoking their cigars and drinking from their glasses.

"She mentioned something about an open mic night," said Bucky, finally.

"Yeah, there's a bar in DUMBO, Barney's," replied Sid. "They have late open mic night on Friday nights. She got some Juilliard friends to make her some instrumental tracks and sings to those. One of these nights the right person will be in the audience and her dream will come true."

They heard the sound of the door opening and a voice that was a little too sharp.

"Mr. Goldstein!"

He practically jumped out of his scooter.

"Shit, it's my nurse. Quick, take the cigars and the bourbon out to the patio. Save the cigars for another time."

Bucky grabbed the glasses with one hand, putting his cigar in his mouth, and Sid's cigar in his left hand. Heading out to the patio he drank his bourbon, then looked at Sid's, drinking it as well. Using his left hand, he pinched off the lit end of Sid's cigar, then his own. As he did so, he could hear the nurse speaking to Sid.

"Have you been smoking cigars?" she asked, her voice full of suspicion.

"No, I have a guest over but he was having one on the patio. Some of the smoke must have drifted inside."

"Mr. Goldstein, you know what the doctor said about the cigars."

"I know, one a week and I had one yesterday. Give me a break, Irene. I'm 103 years old."

"Well, I'm just making sure you stay as healthy as you can. I'm going to get your medications ready then help you into your pyjamas."

Bucky peeked through the window until she left then came in with the glasses and cigars.

"I figured I should finish your bourbon as well," he said, lifting up the empty glasses.

"Good thinking," answered Sid. "Just put them in the dishwasher."

"They're crystal."

The old man shrugged. "Irene will wash them. She always checks the dishwasher as I have a habit of putting the good crystal in it." He wheezed slightly as he chuckled. "Put my cigar in the other humidor. I'll have it tomorrow after the day nurse gets here. Keep yours for another time."

"So, she's here to put you to bed, huh?" asked Bucky, looking in the direction the nurse went.

"Pffft," muttered Sid. "It's not like I get to sleep before 3 am. Old habits. Out late, sleep in, except when the kids were little. Had to adjust for that. Couldn't let Minnie do it all on her own." He gestured to Bucky. "What I told you about the cigars and dying? Don't say anything to Lia about that." His mouth straightened into a grim line. "She doesn't like it when I talk about dying. It makes her sad. I just hope to live long enough to know she realized her dreams."

"Oh, this is your friend, Mr. Goldstein?" The nurse stood in the hallway with her hands on her hips, glaring at Bucky, especially when she noticed his left arm and hand. "You know the cigar smoke isn't good for his lungs."

Bucky glanced at the old man, who had a smug smile on his face.

"I do now, ma'am," he replied. "Although, if you ask me, a 103 year old man should be able to smoke whatever he wants, whenever he wants."

"Are you the one who brings him cannabis?" She shook her head disapprovingly, not waiting for Bucky's answer, then came forward. "Say goodnight, Mr. Goldstein. It's bedtime."

Sid's smile was still on his face when he offered his hand.

"It was good spending time with you, Bucky. Come see me again. We'll talk more about the old days."

"I'd like that," said Bucky, shaking the old man's hand. "I'll check out that bar you told me about."

The nurse, Irene, glared at him, until he waved at Sid, gathered his jacket and gloves, and went to the door. He could hear her complaining all the way to the elevator.

After the air conditioned comfort of Sid's apartment, the heat outside felt like hitting a wall. Looking up the address of Barney's, Bucky headed in that direction, getting there 15 minutes later. He could hear someone singing, poorly, as he approached, but with it being open mic night even the bad singers got a turn at the microphone. Stepping into the dark confines, he found a spot at the bar, ordered a double scotch neat and turned towards the space, looking for Lia. He saw her, sitting with another woman near the stage, both of them sipping drinks with lots of ice. She was generous in her manner, listening to the bad singer, and when that woman was done, she stood up clapping her hands, then offered an encouraging word to her. It made her seem even more beautiful than he thought she already was.

After two more average singers, Lia's turn came up. A buzz of anticipation became audible when she was announced indicating that she was a favourite of the bar regulars. As she stood, waiting for her music cue to start, she looked around smiling at everyone, making eye contact with those closest to her. Then the music to As Time Goes By started and Bucky found himself transported back in time. Not to when he first heard it sung on the radio by Rudy Vallée in the early 1930s but how it was when he saw Casablanca and it was sung by Dooley Wilson. She literally had the audience in the palm of her hand and when she finished, there was a heartbeat of silence before the place erupted in applause and whistles.

"Sing another!" yelled someone in the bar, and the sound technician started the introduction to Blues in the Night.

It was one thing watching her sing along with Ella Fitzgerald's rendition to her grandfather on the patio. It was another thing entirely seeing her sing it to an audience. She commanded it, and made it her own, as the music went out through the doors and into the night, bringing in others to see the woman that belonged to this incredible voice. There were calls of "more" and "bravo" and she was given time for one more song. Lia waited for everyone to settle down.

"If you don't already know, my grandfather, Sid Goldstein, was a big band trumpet player from the 1940s to the 1960s. He played for some incredible women singers, like Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Doris Day, and Peggy Lee just to name a few. My love for these older songs came from him. My grandmother, Minerva West, could have been famous like them but being a black woman married to a Jewish man didn't go over too well in some parts of the country during the 1950s and 1960s. They could have been arrested. So when, my oldest uncle was born, she made the decision to leave the music business, stay in New York and raise their kids. They managed, until she died of an aneurysm in 1968. Grandpa, being the good man that he was and still is, quit playing then, went into his family's business, and got busy raising the four kids they had together. He never remarried. This next song is for him."

Bucky felt his face go hot. Sid said Minerva died some time ago. He assumed it was just in the last few years and commented about them having a long marriage. Sid didn't contradict him. Then the music for I'll Never Smile Again, a Frank Sinatra tune, when he was with the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra, began. Bucky found himself torn between hating a Sinatra song (because the guy was a real punk back when only the Bobby-soxers loved him) and allowing himself to feel the pain and the heartbreak that this song represented for Sid. His own heart almost broke at how Lia sang it, reinforcing just how close that old man and his granddaughter were. The standing ovation that she deserved lasted some time.

She stayed to watch two more singers then made the decision to leave. Bucky paid his tab and followed her, keeping her in his sights as he made sure she got home okay. His old self would have caught up to her, making some suave comment that would have swayed most women. But times were different, women were more suspicious of how guys approached them, with good reason. If he wanted to meet her, it was going to be with Sid's help.

The next morning he showed up at Sid's apartment, with a bag of bagels, cream cheese, lox, red onions and capers from a deli he liked. He waited until Irene left and before the day nurse arrived. Sid let him in right away, then watched with anticipation as Bucky unpacked the paper bag, taking the small containers with the fixings out and putting them on the table.

"Now, that's breakfast," said Sid, appreciatively. "Plates are in the cupboard nearest the sink and cutlery right below it. Irene started some coffee up. It's decaf but drinkable."

Bucky looked at the oatmeal and cut up fruit that were on the counter. "What about the breakfast she made for you already?"

"Keep the fruit, throw out the oatmeal," growled Sid. "Now get in here."

Smiling at the grumpy old man, Bucky returned with some plates and cutlery, then returned to the kitchen, coming back with coffee. He had to go back once more for sugar and milk for Sid, then finally the two men got down to business.

"I went to see Lia perform," said the super soldier. "She's good. The crowd loved her. People even came in from outside when they heard her voice."

"That's my girl," answered Sid, as he lathered on a thick layer of cream cheese, topped it with lox and the other fixings. He took a huge bite out of it, obviously enjoying it, as he spoke before he finished eating. "Can't get enough of this."

"Close your mouth, old man. You're getting crumbs on my food."

"Who you calling an old man? You're older than me, right?"

"Then listen to your elders."

Both men chuckled like little boys. It was like being young in Brooklyn again for Bucky, as the two men traded insults that would have been seen as endearments in their childhood and youth. They were each into their second bagel when they heard the door opening and a woman appeared. Although she didn't seem as irritated as Irene was the night before, she looked every bit the disapproving mother she probably was.

"Morning Cheryl!" exclaimed Sid. "This is my friend, Bucky. He brought me breakfast."

"You're going to get me in trouble, Sid," she sighed as she approached the pair. "But it does look good."

He beamed at Bucky. "Cheryl here is a real peach. You want to join us?"

"I already ate," she answered bluntly, then sighed again. "Just take the garbage with you so I don't get reported. I'm guessing you want a cigar after."

"Well, I do have a partially smoked one I could finish so it won't be a full one," he said, winking at her. "Irene was early last night."

She looked at Bucky. "How did you get involved with this senior delinquent?"

"I heard his granddaughter singing on the patio and kind of climbed a building to listen. He invited me in after. We have similar tastes in music."

"Uh huh, just what I need. Two senior citizens up to no good. He can finish his cigar but no more after that. At least you're not the "friend" that brings him weed." She shook her head, then looked at her watch. "I'm going to change your sheets and do your laundry, Sid. You got anything to add to it?"

"Nope, it's all in there." He bit into the bagel, rolling his eyes at the taste, then looked at Bucky. "So, why are you really here? We've only known each other for hours and you bring me a good Jewish breakfast." He waggled his finger. "You want something."

"I want to meet Lia, properly," said Bucky. "I want you to introduce us."

Sid looked intently at the super soldier. "What, you can't meet girls on your own?"

"I'm not that guy anymore," he replied, then he returned the old man's serious gaze. "You're the one who told me she's single. Did you have a reason to tell me that?"

The old man looked at Bucky for some time then backed up his scooter, and went over to a bookcase, pulling a photo album out, then bringing it to the table. Flipping it open, he searched for the right picture then showed it to Bucky. It showed Sid and a beautiful black woman on what he assumed was their wedding day, as they fed each other a piece of cake. Other pictures from the luncheon showed a who's who of singers and musicians that Bucky recognized.

"Other than the music we had nothin' in common. I was a Jewish boy from Queens that didn't want the life that my parents had, with a marriage arranged by a matchmaker. It was a good marriage but there was no passion in it. It was a duty, marry, continue in the family business, have a family, make sure they did better in life. My parents were concerned because I wanted to be a jazz musician, and almost disowned me when I married Minnie. She was something else. She was from Savannah, Georgia. Her voice could melt butter and she made me feel like I was the best man in the world. We knew it would be difficult being married but I couldn't stand the thought of her with any other man and she felt the same way about me and any other woman."

He went silent as he gently touched the part of the picture that had her in it.

"Lia sang I'll Never Smile Again," said Bucky. "She said her grandmother died in 1968."

Sid nodded his head slightly. "One minute we were laughing and talking about the tour I had been on and the next minute she was gone. Just like that. 16 years of marriage and I had been home for maybe half of it because I was on the road so much. I quit the business, my father gave me a job and I raised our kids myself. They're good kids and they all went to college, found the right one to marry and had their own families. But none of them were interested in music and I thought the music wouldn't ever come back into my life. Then Lia was born." A fond smile appeared on his face. "She heard me listening to a record that I performed on with Ella Fitzgerald. Who is that Grandpa? She sings real good. Then she started singin' along with it, perfect pitch in a 7 year old. It was like listening to Minnie sing." His eyes refocused as he came back from his little trip down memory lane. "I want her to meet a good man who won't hold her back."

"You know my background," murmured Bucky. "You know what I did."

"I know you went through a hell that no man should have ever gone through." He put his hand on Bucky's left hand. "But you came through it and instead of folding, you played with the hand you were dealt, and you're still in the game. She needs a good man to keep her safe and to be her anchor. I think you're that man."

"How do you I know I'll treat her right?" asked the super soldier. "You and I have only known each other for a few hours."

"Even in the short time we've known each other, I've found a friend who remembers what it was like back in the day. You grew up when blacks and whites didn't mix, yet the history books talk about you going to the clubs in Harlem for the music, and your unit, those Howling Commandos, had a black man in it. You were integrated before Truman ever made the decision. They all say that Sam Wilson is your best friend."

"Gabe Jones was a good man and I just liked the music no matter where I found it." Bucky grinned mischievously. "As for Sam, well, the man can't even buy a friend."

Sid chuckled, then picked up his bagel, finishing it off. When he finished eating he looked at Bucky with fondness.

"So, I'll introduce you and then you're on your own. She's got a mind of her own, just like her grandmother. But she's worth it, if you're willing to work for it."

"I'll remember that, Sid."

When they were finished breakfast, Bucky cleaned up the breakfast dishes, even though Cheryl came out to say she could do it. He put the few leftovers back in the paper bag, planning to take them home with him, so that Sid and Cheryl didn't get in trouble with Irene. Then he joined the old man on the patio, under the large umbrella as it was too sunny otherwise. Sid had his cell phone with him and peered at the music app, bringing up a jazz playlist featuring trumpeters. As it played, he lit his cigar, then offered the lighter to Bucky who pulled his half-finished cigar out of his pocket.

The two men were still there talking when Lia arrived for lunch, recognizing Bucky as soon as she saw him. She was impressed with the handsome man when he stood up as her grandfather introduced him. She was even more impressed when he gave her his seat and brought another over for himself, then told her how the sound of her night music drew him to climb the fire escape on the building opposite so he could put a face to the voice that called to him. It was probably the most original pickup line she had ever heard. When Sid winked, she knew then that her grandfather had no objection, and she asked Bucky if he liked to dance. His incredible smile told her everything she needed to know.

For a sequel to this story that starts with this ending but from Lia’s POV, click on this link. The Next Night

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[rainofaugustsith]

July is disability pride month! In honor of this, as a proud disabled person, the top 10 things I've heard/read about disability that just need to be addressed.

"Disability payments" = SSI.

Nope. There are a number of programs which are "disability payments." There are programs that look at your income in addition to disability status, such as SSI and VA pensions. There are programs that look at your disability status and work credits, like SSDI. There are also programs that look at disability and if it's service connected to your military status, like VA disability. There are people who have disability through their former employer. All of these provide a monthly payment to people who are disabled and cannot work. 2. Disabled people can't get married.

Okay, this one is complicated. There is to my knowledge no law on the books anywhere in the United States that prohibits a consenting disabled adult from marrying another consenting adult, disabled or not. If you are on disability with a program like SSDI they could care less if you get married or divorced.

The trick here is that if you are receiving disability under a program that considers income, like SSI, if you get married it's more than likely that you will go above the maximum income threshold and lose your benefits entirely. They somehow assume that you both can survive on your spouse's income alone. This also means the disabled person essentially loses all their financial independence. The maximum income threshold for SSI is to my knowledge far lower than almost any other program, so there's very little wiggle room here.

So a disabled person on SSI has to choose between getting married and losing all their income, or maintaining some financial independence with their own income - and that's really not a fair choice at all 3. I saw that wheelchair user stand up! Scammer.

Nope. A lot of people who use wheelchairs and other mobility devices are ambulatory. They may have pain or orthopedic issues, they may have a condition causing extreme fatigue or dizziness that makes them a fall risk, they may have a heart issue, they may be able to do some walking and standing but not a lot. Some people need mobility devices only when they are doing something particularly strenuous that would involve a lot of walking and standing - for example going through an airport or visiting a museum or theme park.

Bottom line, if you see someone using a wheelchair, a scooter, a walker, a cane, whatever, don't be an asshole to them, and don't ask them to explain their medical history to you. 4. That person has a placard and is using the parking space close to the building, but they can walk!! Scammer.

Nope. Again, you have no idea what that person's condition might be. They could have a cardiac or respiratory condition, they could have rheumatoid arthritis or an issue with their feet or knees, you have no bloody idea, so mind your business. 5. That person wouldn't be disabled if they'd meditate/take this supplement/pray/think positive! Why were they offended when I told them so?

Because their treatment is not your concern? Because although you did a lot of studying on Tik Tok University, maybe they're trusting the trained medical professionals who are treating them? Maybe because what you are saying has no actual basis in mainstream peer reviewed science? It's gross to try to give a disabled or chronically ill person unsolicited treatment or religious advice. 6. I asked that disabled person what was wrong with them and they got mad! Why?

Random strangers you meet are not required to give you detailed descriptions of their medical conditions. Also, asking anyone what is WRONG with them is so damned rude. 7. Ugh, the pandemic is over but that person is still wearing a mask! ROFL.

Yeah, there are a lot of people out there who are either immunocompromised or have another condition that makes them high risk for the numerous airborne viral illnesses still circulating, or they live with/care for someone who is, or they have another reason they're wearing a mask and they don't want to get sick. And? Mind your business. 8. Heh, that person said they were allergic to soy and I put soy milk in their coffee! They'll never know.

Congrats, you just might have killed someone or sent them to the hospital. If someone's telling you they have an allergy, please for God's sake take them seriously. If they consume or in some cases even smell or have contact with that allergen, it could absolutely kill or hospitalize them. There are also a lot of other medical reasons someone might tell you they can't have a particular food or drink - for example, some very common medications have a serious interaction with some very common fruits that could potentially cause them a tremendous amount of harm. Or they have a condition like celiac disease where eating certain things will result in pain and illness flares and serious complications for them. None of that is a joke. 9. Eyeroll this disabled person needs to get to the bathroom/another area that is only accessible by stairs and now they need me to unlock the elevator or door for them. Damned PITA.

Blame your employer or whoever owns the building for not making it accessible. Don't blame the disabled person who is asking for the same access to the facility as anyone else. Do you really think it's the highlight of anyone's day to find a locked elevator and have to search for whomever has the key, simply to go pee? 10. Eh, that person told me they can't walk up the stairs! But it's not that steep!

If a person tells you they can't walk up or down stairs, they can't walk up or down stairs. Period. Case closed. This isn't something negotiable.

[b-blushes]

TODAY i borrowed a mobility scooter for the first time for a walk with my parents! (: we went to a garden which has them to borrow with reservations for free. i got to see looooooooots of the place! still v tired now but not in my legs which is bonus 👍 i am hopeful that this will have used less energy overall than had i been walking, and it did mean that i could see way more than i could have than if i'd been walking. my thoughts: - it was reallllly raining 😅 my coat was a little shorter than i thought so my knees got really wet. they did offer me a blanket there but i declined, i should have said yes please! (<- classic 'no thank you' to unexpected question case, i struggle to process things on the spot that i'm not prepared for hahaha which tends to lead me to decline regardless of my actual feelings because often when you say 'yes' to something you're embarking on a whole new something to some extent.). and/or waterproof trousers would have been good, mine are muddy currently though - unfortunately it's a bad position for me to sit in to control a mobility scooter, like, handlebar style. it was painful almost from the start and my shoulder still hurts now, this is a posture i find hard in daily life anyway (arms outstretched, like driving, or washing produce in the sink etc) but i wasn't expecting it/hadn't connected the dots. possibly could have been improved had the handlebars/seat been adjustable to move them closer together. - the lever operated with the left hand was reverse and the right hand was needing to be 'pulled' constantly to go forward. unfortunately my right hand/arm are the worst for me chronic pain-wise. - ideally i would need a setup that can be operated with my left hand, with my left arm by my side - i did get nauseous??? possibly from needing to 'lean forward' to do the reaching of the handlebars/controls. i do get pretty gnarly motion sickness but i do think it was posture related - the volunteer who helped me get set up and taught me to use it was really friendly and didn't, like, do the thing where they're ~being so sensitive style~, they just talked to me regular style which was perfect, i really appreciated it being 'normal' and cheerful conversation! it's literally a normal and cheerful thing! :P - it felt a bit weird being with people who were walking. i didn't have the ability to see all around me like you have when you're walking/standing and can easily pivot on the spot. its easier to keep pace 'naturally' with people when you're also walking (although when i'm walking with people they have to slow down a lot to keep pace with me, i get really breathless with my heart stuff now.) i didn't like being in front with people walking behind me because i couldn't easily look around and see if they were stopped looking at something or keeping up with me. i felt a bit less 'together'. this was also the first time any of us did this though i think, so i can bring up that i have reduced situational visibility :P that was also somewhat impeded by the fact that it was raining so much so having a hood up also reduced the amount you can see and hear :P - when i got up to walk to the car after dropping off the scooter my legs were still wobbly/stiff, probably partly from getting wet, probably partly from being still but not elevated for a while. i wasn't expecting this.

- it's literally blue sky now hahahaha, had i not had this reservation we would have switched to go this afternoon instead! i was worried about being able to get hold of anyone to change the reservation at 'the last minute' as this was something that they stressed (volunteers might not be able to pick up the phone/answer emails quickly) so i made the decision to keep our plans even though it was quite pouring. if i had my own mobility aid that was suited to me/my conditions then a lot of these problems would not have existed! i'm glad that we did it, we saw lots of lovely gardens and spent time in the fresh air with my parents, and i also learnt a lot (: I will definitely do the same at other places that we visit that have mobility scooters to borrow, and it'll be interesting to try different models and see how they compare. I would really like to try a powered wheelchair due to the hand controls, but I don't think this is the type of thing that is typically available to borrow at the places i might go, more the thing you'd have to go to a showroom for. It definitely was an experience that felt like 'proof of concept' for the usefulness of a mobility aid for me though (: EDITED TO ADD: OH YEAH IT WAS SCARY!!!!!!!!! i've never done this before and it was scary. i don't like to be 'visible' when i go out places because i'm somewhat slow at processing stuff and it's hard to respond to things/people/etc happening when i don't expect them, so i prefer to be under the radar because if no-one sees you you're not gonna be a part of whatever is going on all of a sudden. (which is not to say i dislike friendly interactions! i love to meet a nice stranger! it's just a layered and complicated thing and i'm juggling an extra lot of things with the various conditions i'm trying to manage. disabilityyyyyyyyy 👍) it's hard to do things that i've never done before and especially hard to do them in public, and doubly so in public while with other people. BUT IT WAS GOOD! i'm glad that such a thing exists and that i could try it out and it be a positive experience, aside from the details that weren't ideal for my conditions!

[andrewdi8]

This is how French illustrators imagined future technologies in 1924

I've found this picture on the internet and it made me reflect on the contrast between the past and the present. Beck then, people fantasized about the futur, just like we do today but the technology they imagined was very different. In this image, people are connecting with others via massive, strange equipment. In the background there is also what looks like an electric car.

I was born in 1990 and during my childhood there were no mobile phones, computers or electric scooters. I got my first mobile phone in 2006 as a gift from my mom. It only had MMS and SMS with no internet and the camera quality was poor but at the time it felt incredible because we didn't have the advanced gadgets we do now.

Technology has been advancing rapidly. Every year we see new models of phones, better cameras and the internet becoming more powerful. Now, we can not only talk to each other and post on social media but also do countless other things.

Today, we imagine colonizing other planets and people can create images using AI, just as illustrators did 100 years ago with their drawing skills. But now it's simple as typing a few worda and a machine created the picture.

Our descendants 100 or 200 years from now might look at our current creations while sitting on Mars. They'll probably feel surprised and smile, wondering how we could live without the technologies they have in their time.

And what do you think about this?

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[rideboomindia]

RideBoom App hindi driver regsitration राइड बूम ऐप में रजिस्ट्रेशन कैसे ...

Here are the steps to register for the RideBoom app:

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[travel4fun4u]

🌍 I Tried Traveling Like a Digital Nomad With €0 — Here’s What Saved Me (and What Didn’t) 🧳🔥

Hey adventurer 👋

Ever dreamed of dropping everything and becoming a digital nomad — working from a beach in Bali, sipping €2 smoothies, and booking flights for peanuts?

Same. Except I did it. With almost no money. And a stubborn refusal to give up my iced coffee addiction. ☕️

🩹 The Pain: Travel Dreams, Empty Wallet 💸

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But here’s you:

Rent due in 3 days

Wi-Fi drops every 20 minutes

Bank account: -€3.47

You want to explore the world 🌎, but:

Flights seem expensive

You’re scared of getting scammed abroad

Mobile data? Don’t even go there 🧨

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A tourist. 😅

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🏨 Affordable Stays Without Sketchy Hosts

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ATM fees? Currency conversion nightmares? I was done.

These saved me:

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Did I get rich overnight? Nope. But I built a system. I traveled more. I spent less. And most importantly… I started earning instead of just scrolling.

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[vmantras]

Affordable Electric Scooters: OLA S1 X Gen 3 Review

Introduction: A Smart Urban Companion The OLA S1 X Gen 3 (4kWh variant) isn’t just another entry-level electric scooter; it represents a sharp evolution in OLA’s electric mobility lineup. Positioned at an aggressive price of Rs. 99,999, it attempts to strike a balance between practicality, performance, and futuristic connectivity—while being affordable enough to appeal to urban and semi-urban…

[actualfleurri]

guys i MIGHT ( keyword : might ) be able to go to a con in socal which is connected to a rental place that rents mobility scooters , manual wheelchairs , power chairs , and even ROLLATORS

sad thing is ill probably have to start saving now to get a chance at having money for both the chair and goodies at the con :-(

[loveinsomesacredplace]

Because the seasons are so short, a lot of stuff is compressed in the 15 episodes we've gotten. There's only so much information that can be expressed within dialogue/voiceovers or flashbacks - and that's when sets and props and costumes add to characterization.

So during a [redacted] rewatch of season 1, I realized another way Belly and Jere's characters are connected is in the way their rooms look and how they're reflections of them at a certain point in time.

When the audience meets Belly, she's 15 and getting ready to pack for her favorite place in the world and anxious about how the Fishers are going to react to the 'new' Belly. Her room is very colorful and definitely lived in, and yes, messy in a believable way. There are soccer posters, medals, trophies, swimming goggles and a cap, volleyball pictures, postcards and photos hanging from a mobile, and a star lantern. There's also a plush sea turtle.

So immediately: Belly's into sports, beach, and water-related interests, and she's a bit of a tomboy.

Now compare with Jere's room at the Cousins beach house - his bedroom looks very lived in as well - cluttered with clothes, surfing posters, a very small guitar (or is that a ukelele? I am not great with spotting instruments), a skateboard, a scooter, and I suppose in a nod to Jere's queer identity, a rainbow necktie on a mannequin torso - because fashion and you want to know how your shirts drape. There also happens to be a rainbow lei ---which Belly has one hanging from her mirror in her home bedroom.

A shot of his dresser reveals skateboarding trophies and a framed group photo of when they were all very young. Before the drama. It's interesting that he has that photo saved in his room, while Belly has the group photo where she's looking up at Conrad taped onto her mirror. It's two different kinds of nostalgia - Jere's for the past when things were simpler in love, and Belly's 'safe' dream where her affection is very obvious but Conrad isn't paying attention to her, while Jere is leaning against her.

So Jere's room showcases his sportiness, interest in music, clothes, surfing and beach vibes, and of course, that lei. His photos are similarly arranged like Belly's against his wall.

The rooms are both a little messy but definitely full of personality.

[themagicmerci]

My Lieutenant Ozar doodle dump

Not really unsafe- goofy and some hints to who I’d ship him with for fun! (Go to end for ship expo ^^)

I just really had to get him done! So much fun with doodling my blue man! Good for warming up to the future! Also…my first in a hot while post! And it’s actually a drawing! Wowza!

Anyways, He has big ears, they twitch in tune to emotions and whatnot.

He also got a tail (I hc) because…why not.

Matt and Ekkiki were waiting to wash that ol’ trench coat and a uh…shrunk (the shrikening incident which was fixed by Onito’s grace)

Fun story on the Ozar/Plaxum/Varkon ship I have as a bonus

Ozar met Plaxum first during a meeting with the Mers. Side he had been tangled up with the war and a previous Bad relationship, he didn’t exactly have the new feeling click till he was already gone. Though he did return when needed. On those times and before the would leave with those accompanying him, he did get back into contact with Plaxum. Overtime he would become familiar with her and the culture of the mers, and she would become more aquatinted with his type. Besides the paladins (Lance and hunk) she hadn’t interacted with many ‘land dwellers’ though he does find them weird yet charming.

Time passing by, Ozar would end up forming a closer bond with her over her interest in cooking and sea gardening. Learning a bit from her as she would from him and the land above. Eventually Ozar and Plaxum would enter a secret relationship before Olia found out as Plaxum questioned her on what types of fish he’d enjoy eating raw. After that nothing out of the ordinary occured besides a few swimming and diving scares. Once Olkarion was sought to be the headquarters of the Voltron coalition, Plaxum would become one of the first Mer, to fully become land bound by her own choosing. To which Ozar helped her become more accustomed and have better access due to the limited mobility.

Allura and the paladins opted to take some of the fighters out to the space mall for a day trip. Plaxum hadn’t gone far from her home so she jumped at the option. With some time and a bunch of patience on both ends- Ozar and Plaxum were able to make it work.

After an accident with the mall cop(s) and Keith, Varkon would end up spotting the two from afar after they made a run to the Mall’s food court, taking the chance of meeting these two new, if not oddly placed faces, he would figure an idea on approach them. Mostly by scootering over and blurting out an offer of soda from Vrepit-Sal’s. Which was one of the areas Plaxum had been wanting to try anyways. In the end— Varkon got to meet the two a bit more and sort of made a connection between them. Resulting in the trio having more little ‘dates’ in secret before Varkon ended up having to leave his position due to the connection with them. (And when they realized who was being affiliated with)).

Varkon would end up sticking with Plaxum on Olkarion as some extra hands with her cooking for the refugees and coalition members. Ozar drops by often and keeps in constant communication with the two. When he’s able to he’s often seen trying to learn a bit of cooking from Plaxum—though often ends up with Varkon having to put out the resulting flames from his attempts of cooking. Overall they live a fairly uneventful live during the period with the Voltron coalition and it’s expansion over the falling Galra empire.

Just a little brainstorm, I wanna draw more because…well, I love to ship and just do fun stuff with this stuff. Also! Another note…Alfor/Thace is still there just got this done to clear my mind up.

[cutelittleriot]

Prologue

Somewhere in the rock troll kingdom

There was a tree that was bearing black fruit that rock trolls usually enjoyed snacking on every once in a while but all of a sudden a fruit begins to seemingly twitch i seemingly sems to morph as itt changes color from black to bright pink and covered in glitter. It's stem went from grey to green and little petals seem to pop up around the fruit and the ends of them are in different colors. It also grew in size a bit. Before it was about the size of a apple now it's the size of a cantaloupe it's amazing its still connected to the tree.

Riff was heading out to go to a concert that was being hosted by queen Barb herself at volcano rock city. He was riding on his motorcycle when he spots something highly unusua hanging on a tree. He had time to take a quick stop and look as he left a little early.

He stops his bike and walks over to the tree. It was a fruit tree but the weird thing is that the fruits are usually black grey or even red but this fruit it was bright pink with small sections of other colors and was it coveted in glitter?!

Why would that be here? It looks like something a pop troll would eat. Maybe Barb can send it to the pop trolls as a gift. Shrugging his shoulders be plucks the fruit from the tree and puts it in a compartment on his bike and heads off.

In an hour he arrives at volcano rock city a bit earlier than expected it wasn't even time for rehearsal yet. He grabs his equipment and the fruit and heads backstage. Barb who was tuning her guitar hears him come in "Yo Riff ya got here earlier than you usually do" She acknowledges before she sees the fruit tucked under his arm. "What.is.that" She stares at the fruit in utter disbelief.

"Don't know found it hanging on a tree on my way here" Riff explains getting a closer look at the fruit. Barb takes it from him and keeps staring at it. Why is something so bright,colorful and glittery in rock troll territory?

As she continues to examine said fruit her dad King Thrasher arrives to check on his daughter. He takes one look at the fruit and his eyes widen "Oh my I never thought I would ever see one of those" He says with a chuckle. Barb looks at her dad in surprise "Wait dad you know what this is?" She says shocked. "Yep sure do hehe let's just say it's a exotic fruit and let's just say something interesting will happen to the troll that eats it" He says with a smile before rolling off on his mobility scooter.

"Something interesting huh?" Barb ponders to herself. She thinks about eating but she does not want to eat something so bright color and ugh glittery it can't taste good no way. But still it is a exotic fruit and it shouldn't go to waste so she has a idea and a solution to get rid of said fruit. She whistles for Debbie and she looks around for a box to put the fruit in. "Uh what are you doing Barb?" Riff asks tilting his head.

"Well I'm sure not gonna eat this glitter bomb of a fruit but I know a certain group of trolls who would~" She sings with a grin as she puts the fruit in a box and manages to staple it shut as Debbie flies in. "Hi my cute wittle Debbie I need ya to deliver this package to Poppy"She says in a cutesy voice to Debbie as she writes down a little note and staples it to the side of the box.

Debbie happily takes the box and flies off to pop village. "Heh wonder how this is gonna go down. Welp back to practice this concert is gonna be KILLER!" She yells as she grabs her guitar ready to rock out.

Here is the fruit in question (yes its glittery just xoom in)

[expresslimoinc]

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AirTrain Newark

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PATH Trains

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