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[ns-imagines]

What they drive

141 Guys x domestic/everyday life

SFW | Word Count: 1.4k | Headcannons

**Long post with lots of pictures!

A/N: I dunno much about cars but I always wonder what the boys would be driving. See what they’re picking me up in for date night… this is just for fun and highlights the modern life they have outside of missions. Also the gif of Soap falling on the car took me out lmao. Not requested. -Kiv

John Price

A man who takes pride in his vehicles. He has two Chevy trucks. A nice truck for everyday use and a project truck. The perfect person to talk to if you are thinking of purchasing a car or truck. Price has got the “dealership scam” game down. You'll be leaving the lot with a good deal.

The project car being a 1985 Chevy C10. Price is always going on about how “this is every man's dream car to work on”. He says it everytime he opens the garage. Without fail! It's got a classic blue color with a few rust spots but, nothing a good layer of paint can't fix. Its the 90s car from the movies. Nothing else to say about it!

Ahh the project car. Price works on it when he can. Set up a lawn chair, get a glass of lemonade, and just watch that man work. Sometimes hell even explain to you what he’s doing. That is if you can even pay attention. There’s something so attractive about a man talking about what he’s passionate about all sweaty with a nice pump. HEY, wipe that drool off your face.

Price’s personal truck is nice. It gets him from point A to B. Everything on it is stock. He’ll always tell you hes gonna sell it once his project car has been fixed. But there’s still quite a lot to do on the project car. Its a 2012 Chevy Silverado in cherry black with a covered bed. Good on gas and can pull a trailer or boat! He doesn’t invest money in it for other than maintenance costs.

It smells specifically like “Lakeside Morning” from Bath and Body works car scents. The packaging is what got him. It was honestly super cute when he read the package out loud. “Smells like: Cool, Sweet, Fresh, and alone time on the dock” followed by a shrug and him throwing it into his cart. Does he even fish?

Oh, whenever he turns a corner in the Silverado theres a thud coming from the bed. Its a cooler that has been there FOREVER. He swears he’s going to take it out. Price brought it when 141 met for a cook out and some beers a few months ago.

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Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Don’t ask about the APR please. Kyle is going to use this bad girl till it breaks. Its his dream car. Price took him away from base to get a better rate for it! Its fast its speedy its a 2015 Ford Shelby GT350. Oh yeah racing stripes and all. He got it wrapped in a matte ocean blue. Im talking leather seats, tinted windows, and custom wheel.

Kyle loves this car and will always offer to pick you up. Ur always going to be passenger princess. Kyle always drives up reallll slow, rev the engine a little, and rolls down the window to smile big at you. He gets the door for you when you are both approaching the car. Don’t test him. He will literally sprint to get the door for you. An actual cutiepie

Hes so damn cute when it comes to long drives. Hand on your thigh and singing to the music together. Expect spontaneous trips!! He doesn’t even know where you guys are headed today.

Loves to speed up when there no cars in front of him. That feeling of the car pushing into you the sear is his favorite. Kyle is definitely the type to lightly bang on the steering wheel and go “Wooooooo” when returning to the normal speed limit. Hehe. Hope it didn’t freak you out too much. You will without a doubt get a few reassuring thigh squeezes.

Classic Black Ice scent. Cant go wrong with it! Its his car’s signature sent if you ask him. Kyle keeps his car clean. Theres a few half empty water bottles in the back but never straight up trash. He makes sure to buy the premium wipes for the interior. Like I said that car is his baby. Ugh did i mention the sound system?! Its absolutely amazing. You can feel the bass in your bones. Literally sounds like you’re in an air pod pro.

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John “Soap” Mactavish

His car is the hangout car. Like if were going out with boys were taking Soaps car. He drives a pearl colored 2020 Honda Accord. He ordered the under the seat lights and everything. Its actually a vibe in there. The music changes the lights or he has an app on his phone to change the color. Another amazing sound system tbh.

Similar to Gaz the glovebox in the car is yours. He even puts stuff in there for you as a surprise :,). Sweet baby Johnny. Like one time you got in the car like usual and opened the glovebox to grab chapstick or some perfume/cologne and sitting on the car instruction manual was a bag/box of ur favorite snack. When you looked back over, Johnny was looking back at you with a big derpy smile.

Since his car is the hangout car it can get messy pretty easily. He has to do “trash runs” to empty the random things people leave in his car. Dont get it wrong, It isnt nasty with random food left behind!! Soap has tried those like little trash cans on Amazon but they always end up lost under the back seats.

Johnny always goes with New Car Smell. He doesn’t have a specific brand he likes he just gets whatever’s at the gas station at the time. He also has the bad habit of never locking his car. Soap swears he always forgets to but you think its just a habit at this point.

CEO of spontaneous trips. You would never believe how much camping stuff his car can hold. Soap will give him car encouraging words as it struggles to go up the hills to the hike or camping site. He always keeps an emergency box under the passenger seat. Its shaped like tackle box. It has a first aid kit, some portable batteries with chargers, flares, and an emergency flash light. Last time you both went camping he was so excited to show you the random hatchet he bought. He keeps it in the trunk for no reason. I mean, he cant have it in the barracks so you suppose it makes sense.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon currently owns two bikes. Hes in the process of selling his old one. Which is a chameleon purple painted 2006 Suzuki GSXR600 with 750 cc. It gave him a good year and half off rides. He took care of it and rode it to its top speeds. It has a scuff on the side from when he tried to do a wheelie but, he was going to slow and had to jump off before it fell to its side. Your heart sunk when it happened. Ghost was super embarrassed because he thought he had it down. He’ll never tell you though.

After a long deployment where he was getting quite a big of hazard pay (extra pay when you’re in a dangerous location) he saved it all up. As soon as he got back he bought a black 2021 Honda Rebel 1100 DCT. This bike is fast but it’s more for cursing. Trust that he’ll ride it to its max speed at least once for the adrenaline rush.

Bought you a matching jacket. He wont say anything about it being matching but you noticed almost after putting it on. Best part about riding is when you get to wrap your arms around his waist. Simon always makes sure to take it slow especially if you get nervous on bikes. Don’t even try to do your hair. He wont move the bike unless you have the right gear on. Ghost doesn’t wanna lose you from an accident.

You are probably wondering what he does when it rains… or maybe you already knew he chooses to ride anyway. I promise though that after a ride in the rain he will slightly complain about how wet the road was. It makes you worry because so much could happen with one slip. Simon will always reassure you that he’s an experienced rider. If you pick him up in your car he won’t be upset. Definitely wont say no to a free and dry ride!

[jedineedlove]

Pigsy's Noddles

I wanted to get into Pigsy's Noddles and try to get into the history and look at the details we don't get much on Piggsy himself so it's good to look at his home, like I kind of did with Sandy's boat but more about the chef himself. We never see his apartment so the shop is the next best place.

Sign:

From the sign, you can see the sign that all Piggsy till you look in the upper left-hand corner and see an addition of MK with Season 5 Piggys finally admits to being MK's father but this photo was from an episode long before that (since a hero is born). Though this addition was probably from MK from the font style. The artistic way looks like a signature of MK like he would put on one of his drawings. It could have been a prank idea from Mei and they just wait for him to see it. Maybe he already has and is just not saying anything. Along with the signature the rest of the sign: "Secret Family Recipe, Variety of Food, and Takeaway 20% off" Instead of paying more for take away he actually lowers the price. Probably due to his love and dedication to freshness, he knows it won't be as fresh by the time it reaches their tables so take money off their orders.

Piggsy's Life: The Beginnings:

The pictures we see in Sweet & Sour show Piggsy's early life from a baby helping his mom (L Photo Top left) (R Photo bottom) and growing up cooking the family recipe noodles with her (L Photo middle) to either just himself or both him and his mom opening the shop. With his mom at the ribbon-cutting ceremony. (L Photo Bottom Left) From Pigsys' appearance, it looks like it wasn't too long after graduation that he opened the shop. (The mustache)

He also seemed to have spent some time on a farm from the photo on the left at the bottom right with him on a horse. Maybe it's a family farm it's hard to tell when it was taken he lakes a mustache like the Piggsy we know now but it could have been before he grew it and he was much younger but he looks full-grown compared to the size of the horse. which means it was after he opened the shop and the only reason that Piggsy would leave the shop would be for family so it could be a family farm. That would also explain his attitude toward "fresh ingredients" and the right shape carrots. He shows his love for his family when dedicate the shop to being about family recipes and he adds things like his grand mother's unique windows.

The Shop Layout:

Mostly booth seating with a nice cozy atmosphere. The shop is filled with things, the walls are filled with pictures, advertisements for the noodles, along with awards and newspaper clippings probably filled with the shop's accomplishments. Each clipping probably has a new accomplishment that Piggsy has worked hard for, for both him and the shop.

Menu and Food;

Show:

Pigsy's Noodles has the longest noodles in the world.

Pigsy's serves mostly noodles but also has, noodle soup, baozi, and more.

The family recipe for zha jiang noodle soup included: bamboo shoots, peppercorn, and fresh noodles, all prepared in a szechwan pepper broth.

Pigsy's Noodles serves pork! (Not sure what to think about this?)

Toys:

80009 Pigsy's Food Truck menu:  noodles, sausages, and baozi 

80026 Pigsy's Noodle Tank menu: dumplings, noodle soup, a red bean bun, and lettuce wraps.

Other:

In "Calabash", it was implied that Pigsy's Noodles opens at 9AM or sometime before, as MK mentioned that he was late for work after seeing his alarm clock read "9:01"

[the-whispers-of-death]

Two Broken Soldiers, One Starry Night

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley & Male COD OC "Stone" Summary: One night, Stone needs some fresh air, and it turns out he's not the only one. Word Count: 1,044 words Content: Fluff, so much fluff, platonic hand-holding, build-up to found family!141, American!OC, and while it's not mentioned specifically: ftm!OC, Desi!OC. Author's Note: I'll be honest, this was at first supposed to be romantic between Ghost and Stone, but then I realized that I can't see Stone being with any of the 141 romantically. I just need them to invite him into their found family! I looked up the myth of Cygnus for this, so I'm sorry if it's inaccurate. I was also surprised how many of my previous blurbs about Stone and the 141 that I mentioned in this, but it recaps basically everything about their interactions, so I won't link them here.

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It was a rather warm night when Stone was up and roaming the hallways of the barracks, having exited his own because he woke up from a flashback. He couldn’t sleep again, not until he got some fresh air.

He headed towards the exit of the barracks building, opening the door and stepping out into the warm outside. He hadn’t expected anyone else to be up and about tonight, but there he was, sitting on a bench outside the barracks.

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley of the SAS Task Force 141.

Stone knew him well enough, being lent to the Task Force to be their medic as a symbol of alliance between the U.S. and the UK, since Stone was a U.S. Fleet Marine Corpsman. However, due to them both being stoic and guarded men, they didn’t interact much.

Until now.

“You going to spritz me with that spray water bottle of yours like you did with Price when you found he was up in the middle of the night, Stone?” Ghost asked, turning his head to the side when he saw Stone approaching. He had his signature balaclava and white skull mask on while Stone had on his muzzle-like mask.

Stone let out the smallest huff of amusement, something that he had been doing around Ghost lately, before he settled in beside Ghost. “That was different,” he said, his broader shoulder brushing against the lieutenant’s as they sat side by side on the bench. “Price was working, you’re just… What are you doing?”

Ghost’s brown eyes seemed to sparkle from beneath the eye holes of the balaclava, as if he was amused by Stone’s question. “I’m just looking at the stars. Needed some fresh air, couldn’t sleep.” He then took a long, hard look at Stone before gently nudging Stone’s shoulder. “What are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep either,” Stone replied.

Even though he sounded cold as usual, it was the most vulnerable thing he had ever said to one of the 141 members. He couldn’t get himself to regret it, though. He and Ghost were in the same boat, both up because they couldn’t sleep.

“Well, at least we have company in each other,” Ghost murmured, to which Stone nodded.

The conversation soon dried up, since neither of them were talkers. They sat in silence, just enjoying being out in the fresh air and having each other by their side. Both of them were looking up at the stars, soaking up the sight of the sparkling specks of light.

“My favorite constellation is Cygnus,” Stone said, breaking the silence. He glanced at Ghost before pointing out the constellation, tracing the stars that made the constellation into a swan.

Ghost followed Stone’s tracing, seeing the swan constellation. “Why?” he asked, curious to why that specific constellation.

Stone shrugged, looking slightly sheepish underneath his muzzle-like mask. The constellation really meant a lot to him.

“Well, the myth of Cygnus is one that resonates with me the most. His friend Phaeton and him had been racing across the sky and their chariots had been too close to the sun which caused their chariots to burn down, so they both crashed down to Earth. From the fall, Phaeton died in the bottom of the Eridanus River. Cygnus couldn’t retrieve Phaeton’s body due him being mortal, so he asked Zeus, King of the Greek Gods, to turn him into a swan with the agreement that he’d stay a swan and live the normal life-span of a swan. Zeus agreed and as a swan, Cygnus dove down and collected Phaeton’s body, giving him a proper burial. The action touched Zeus’ heart, so he immortalized Cygnus in the sky as his swan form to be a symbol of friendship and sacrifice,” he explained.

Ghost took in that information, also taking in how much longing had crept into Stone’s voice as he recounted the myth. He could tell how much Stone really liked Cygnus being so willing to retrieve his friend’s body and it made sense that Stone would want a friendship like that, because Stone had no friends, not really.

He rested his hand on Stone’s, which was just resting on the bench between them. “You deserve someone who would beg the gods to change their form just so they could retrieve your body. You deserve that type of commitment.” He paused, letting his words sink in. 

He intertwined his and Stone’s fingers, taking in how much larger Stone’s hand was compared to his. It was a truly platonic gesture of affection, an act to represent how much Ghost cared for Stone beneath his stoic demeanor.

“If you’d allow me, I’d like to be there for you,” Ghost whispered, as if he was afraid this moment wouldn’t last if he spoke any louder. “I know we don’t really talk or hang out, but I see you. I see the way you show your care for us in the way you gave us those cups of chai when we weren’t expecting it, the way you helped Gaz and Soap get the things off the higher shelves at the supply depot. You may still be outwardly cold and stoic, but I know in your heart, you care. And I want to care for you too.”

Stone’s brown eyes softened at that, his heart melting in his chest as he nodded. “I’d like that too.” He then gave a soft chuckle, something more than a soft huff amusement. “Just don’t tell anyone I’ve gotten soft, huh?” he joked, the only tell that he was smiling beneath his muzzle-like mask being the soft crinkle of his eyes.

Ghost laughed, smiling beneath his balaclava. “I won’t tell. Besides, I’ve got a reputation to uphold too.”

In that moment, the air around Stone felt lighter for the first time. It was like the world wasn’t constantly crushing his shoulders, like the world was brighter. No longer dull and lacking life.

All his life, he never had someone in his corner, never had a family to go home to. But maybe now, he’d have a family.

Maybe the 141 wasn’t just a chance to strengthen relations between two nations, but also a chance for Stone to fully heal. And he wouldn’t do it alone.

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[littlelightbolt]

Finding Prowl - Chapter 6: To kill a Mockingbird

Jazz's first steps was to do a perimeter check around the island he was duty bound too that served as one of five entry ways down to Cybertron. Internally, he cursed. With 5 cycles down the drain, any biological traces of Prowl's whereabouts were all but gone with the currents. Despite the odds, it didn't take long for him to find his first clue.

Just 10 miles off the coast, there were bodies in the water. Dead Humans, five in total bloated with varying degrees of decay all submerged around a large pool of oil. If the smell didn't indicate that the event had happened quite a while ago, the flock of seagulls living and dead trapped in the oily black said it all.

All that filth in the water. Disgusting.

Feeling lucky, Jazz dived. Mabye he should turn that luck into misfortune. What Jazz found only concerned him more. There was a sunken dinghy sitting wedged between two large rocks. A large gash opened the left air sac, the decisive cause of the sinking. Jazz reached to flip the boat over, and uncovered the damning logo engraved into the nylon: MECH.

A growl escaped his throat. Frag, Jazz’s fears only grew. Prowl was in more danger than he thought.

MECH was a known mer-hunting organisation responsible for kidnapping many of their kind. They were a thorn in the Autobot's and less so the Decepticon's side. Both factions have only been made aware of MECH's presence 5 years ago, before that the organisation having only been targeting neutral pods who had no real connection to the two major factions. This meant that both factions had been late to the party. Only learning about any kidnapping occurrences through the traumatic tales of Nails seeking aid and recovery.

The Autobots were quickly set on the case, with Prowl having worked with the search and rescue teams before he was kicked from his seat behind Bumblebee. It was also how the island guard that Jazz had joined was set up. But even when he was around, most cases had been slow in progress, the events having been too long ago to trace back too. For now it seemed, once caught no one had really had any progress in finding their kin again.

Until Jazz!

The boat was relatively intact and just his luck! the dinghy was registered! Jazz had his lead. Taking the registry plate off of the wreck, Jazz made swift work of getting back to shore. He hacked Red Alert's comm in the process.

‘Ay Red my mech, got a situation ya might wanna know bout.’

‘JAZZ, fragging pit. HOW DID YOU GET MY COMM. I SWEAR to Primus, when I see you….’

‘Chill mech, this was bad, MECH has managed to come so close to one of our groundbridges. Da pacific one. It’s a miracle the humans had missed the site completely.’

The comm was silent, Jazz could just imagine the sparks coming off of that mech's helm.

Jazz hesitated a moment before adding on, 'MECH has Prowl.' This time a fizzle came through the comm.

Needing to snap Red out of it, Jazz pushed on. 'RED I need ya with meh mech! I need ya ta check the proximity alarms around the island, why had none of 'em raised da alarm.' Those alarms were designed to hone in on the biological signatures unique to only humans 500 miles offshore. Them not working was a HUGE issue. No one had known of the MECH's presence.

All except Prowl, and it seemed he paid the price. Jazz bristled at the thought.

'A weak 'On it.' was heared through the comm. It seemed that Red was still with the him.

Shaking the residue water off his frame as he reached the shoreline, Jazz gave Red his second task, 'I also need ya ta run this plate for me, on the human's boat registry system.' He sent the snapshot of the plate he took over the commline. 'Received' was all Red Alert replied. All there was left to do was await a response.

The trek to the groundbrigde was but a quick 5 minute hike up a steep cliff. The machine itself disguised as a old tree. Jazz placed his hand onto the thick bark of the plant, a flash of spark energy later, the bark began splitting open to reveal the relatively small portal. Jazz stepped through, entering into Cybertron's Pacific transport hub built 5000 meters under the island. As the portal sealed shut behind him, Jazz navigated the relatively crowded hub towards a Bay B. His private (long stolen) shuttle awaited.

Jazz stopped just short of entering the vehicle. Though the docking bay itself was empty, the air around the entrance was warm. Someone was HERE. A shift in airflow. There! Without hesitation, Jazz whipped out his blade, feeling the sensation of pinning someone into the wall of his ship.

Jazz smiled big. 'Now, I would love ta stay and have a good ole fashion brawl but I'm in a bit of a rush ta get somewhere, so I suggest yall scram before I decide to kill y'all.', he threatened, field bristled and harsh with murderous intent. Spanning out his field, he brushed across five different ones, each with different amounts of anxiousness and suppressed fear in them. It didn't take a genius to figure who had crashed Jazz's party.

A snarky voice rang out of thin air, 'Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who said anything about fighting?' Various voices rose up with mumurs of placating agreements as the once empty looking docking bay shimmered with distorted light, revealing five green and purple octopus mers cramped into his hanger bay. The Constructicons were standing shoulder to shoulder within the cramped space. Jazz had Scavenger held at knifepoint, the edge of the blade placed threateningly close to the mers throat cables. Scavenger had his servos raised in surrender. The group were stuck frozen in place, a level of fear teeking into their fields. Jazz smirked, GOOD, they should fear him, after all the harm they done to Prowl.

'What's ya lot of drunk slagtards doing in my ship? Ain't yall got some building to demolish somewhere?', Jazz spoke, hints of annoyance sinking through. He had better things to do than corral drunk mers off to the medbay.

Hook never the one to take insults lying down was first to speak up, 'HEY, we ain't drunk! We only had 3 cubes at Maccadams last night cycle.' Scavenger and Long haul nodded along. Bonecrusher seemed to have other ideas though, field revved with jittery energy, he glowered at Jazz. 'Well what's it to you short stuff? Let Scavenger go! We found this ship fair and square. If it's a fight you want, it's a fight y'all get.' Jazz smile turned strained, steeling himself for a fight he flexed the knife into scavenger throat cables, said mer squirmed. A drop of energon was forming. Bonecrusher's scowl deepened and flexed his fists, he was about to step towards Jazz with dumb violent intent, Hook, Scavenger and Long haul all telling him to stop when suddenly Mixmaster who had been quiet the entire time put out his arm to stop Bonecrusher's advance. The other three mers held their breath.

Behind his visor, Jazz raised a brow. Bonecrusher whipped back at Mixmaster in disbelieved anger, 'What the frag mech?! Let me at em!' Mixmaster only stared at Bonecrusher more intently. Jazz silently wondered if the mer was high on circuit boosters, the mer was leveling Bonecrusher the heaviest of poker faces. It was very un-Mixmaster like. Bonecrusher shouted out in disbelief looking between Jazz and Mixmaster, 'What do you mean he can help us?'

Ah, Jazz released the breathe he was holding, so bond-speak was in play. Mixmaster only gave his brethren a slight nod before facing Jazz again. He spoke with a clarify that shooked Jazz. 'We apologise. We didn't know this ship was yours, none of the ship vendors were willing to rent a shuttle to ex- decepticons. We are simply trying to find Prowl.' The other Constructicons looked at him as if Mixmaster had grown a second helm but nodded along to his statement.

All the anxiety he lost came back to Jazz. 'What makes ya think Prowl is in danger, let alone if he would want to be found by the likes of ya?', Jazz grounded out. The Constructicons spelt trouble, they also knew that Prowl was missing when even Prowl's Autobot brethren were in the dark about it. Why were they seeking Prowl out? Too hurt him? Drag him back into their fold back to the decepticons? The image of Prowl injured that night came back to him.

Mixmaster only moved to put his servo on his spark casing. 'When we first formed Devastator with Prowl, his spark merged with ours. While still small, he formed a bond with us.' Mixmaster paused. 'We felt his pain five cycles ago, but he wouldn't allow us to do anything to help him.' His gaze turned somber. 'The bond weakens with distance. We know he has been taken. Now, all we can feel is that he is alive somewhere in the vast.' Mixmaster turned to eye Jazz's knife hand.

'We know that he went to you that night. That he hates us. That he doesn't want anything to do with us.' Mixmaster reached out to gentle grip Jazz's knife hand. Scavenger let out the tiniest meep as the pressure was relieved from his vital systems.

Mer's got some ball bearing on 'em, Jazz thought growing steadily unsure of the Constructicon's no Mixmaster's motives.

Mixmaster's gaze became smouldering. 'But I think you and I both know that Prowl needs help. Gestalt is gestalt, we stick together no matter what. You're going to find Prowl am I right? I propose a truce. You might have a lead we don't, and we might have a link you need.' Jazz's smile was gone, replaced with a deep frown. The air was thick then with anticipation, the Constructicons silent looked to Jazz awaiting his response.

Jazz's mind was racing with possibilities. It would definitely help to have a living beacon and extra manpower. But, he wasn't so naive to think they didn't have other reasons to seek out Prowl. Jazz couldn't risk it. Not with this. Just as he was about to deny their help, his comm broke the tense silence. Jazz put two digits to his helm to answer it. Red Alert's voice welcomed him on the other side, 'Jazz I've found MECH's flagship. Designation: The Whispering Ghost. I've tracked their movements from the last several days. Last known dock was in Southampton the United kingdom 4 cycles ago at 03:57 BST. They are currently on course back to the Atlantic.' Red Alert voiced quieted with concern. 'Judging by their trajectory, they heading straight for our waters.' 'Our island.'

Jazz could here the sparks fizzle, 'THIS IS BAD! I think we're compromised Jazz we have to tell Optimus!' Red Alert said. Jazz had come to the same conclusion. His gaze turned resolutely towards the mers that gave him so much grief.

Looks like these fraggers might be of some use to him after all. 'Do it,' Jazz said. Jazz lowered the his knife from Scavengers throat, flicking the energon off in disgust before subspacing it. Jazz then stormed pass the Constructicons further into the ship raising his servo to motion them to follow. Scavenger squeaked out a sign of relief, nearly tripping over himself running to Hook to have his throat looked at. Mixmaster was smiling like the cat that got the cream. It irked Jazz, he curtly replied into his comms, 'Tell OP ta start prepping for a potential groundbridge breach.'

He reached the cockpit and began fiddling with the controls prepping the vessel for take off. As the ship was slowly onlining for their flight, outside in the bay hanger a portal was opening, leading straight to the open sky above their island. Jazz addressed Red through the comm, 'Y'all need ta assign a new guard for this site.'

'What?! Why? Where are you going?', Red Alert asked.

'To kill a Mockingbird,' was Jazz smooth reply. Confused mumbles turned to dissuading shouts from Red's end of the line. Jazz got comfy in his seat, checking through his peripheral to see if the slaggers he brought on board were settling yet.

Scavenger's neck was patched, with him seated next to Hook in the ship's narrow hanger. Long Haul and Bonecrusher must be elsewhere on the ship. Hopefully those slaggers ain't messing with his energon stores. Mixmaster being the biggest of the gang didn't quite fit into a seat and had chosen to sit on the floor of the ship.

Mixmaster's optics never left Jazz's.

'I have to bring him home Red', Jazz said. Breaking optics contact to focus on steering the ship. Engine primed, he raised the ship to a hover aligning it with the growing portal. A clear view of the sky thought it.

It was a red dawn, the faintest light of day arriving to their hemisphere.

It reminded him of a certain red Chevron in the morning light. 'If I don't make it back in an orn's time, lock down the island. Ya copy Red?'

'Crystal, may Primus light your path Jazz.' Red replied. Quietly, he added, 'Bring him home alive.'

'Ya know me Red, I always will. Over and Out.'

'Over and Out.', the line clicked shut signalling the end of the call. Jazz steered the ship forward through and out of the portal, charting a course for the United kingdom.

Once at a high enough altitude, Jazz turned the cloaking device on and set the ship to Autopilot. Some point during the climb, all the constructicons had gathered once again into the small hanger bay. Jazz smile curled in annoyance. There was a cube in Bonecrushers servo.

Itchy servos that one had.

Addressing them all, Jazz said. 'I'm gon be honest, I don 't even trust yall as far as I can throw ya. But, for Prowl's sake I'll accept ya Lil truce but we gon be playing things my way.'

Hook opened his intake to retort, as Jazz showed off his fangs. He quickly adding, 'Careful, one wrong move and I'll end ya sorry afts.' Hook closed his intake

Jazz's visor flashed with manic glee, 'Now, onto more exciting plans. First agenda on the Finding Prowl objective. What da y'all say ta some good ole revenge on MECH?' reaching out his hand in a beginnings of a handshake.

The Constructicons didn't even hesitate, smiles going deviously wide and fields revved with malice. Mixmaster rose and clasped hands with Jazz, mirth and malice intoxicatingly entwined.

'We think it would be a devastatingly good time.'

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Yay! You have found: the Constructicons!

Hopefully Jazz doesn't rip em a new one.

Next chapter will focus more on Prowl and Blue.

I also realised I haven't disclosed Jazz's Alt mode yet. Would anyone like to guess what it is?

[smolsleepyfox]

Okay so my grandma had dementia and she was a husk for months before she died. There'd been a few false alarms but that weekend I went home because the carers thought she might be waiting for the last person who'd regularly visited (me). Great start to a funny story, I know.

That weekend a friend invited me to a small festival to see a band I've been meaning to catch for ages. My mom told me to go, because let's be real, there's nothing you can do in that situation except wait. The festival was about 2 hours away, and it rained the entire fucking day. Pouring nonstop. Just driving on the highway I considered asking for a boating license once city hall reopened on Monday. My grandfather's umbrella decided to commit suicide by drowning while still in the air. The rain leaked through my battle vest and a rain jacket before wicking into my shirt before the second band was done.

And I was wearing sneakers. Why was I wearing sneakers? Because I'm a vain motherfucker and wanted to look cool. Not just any sneakers though, signature collection sneakers from my favorite band. As you can imagine, I was an hour away from contracting trench foot when we decided the headliner was not fun enough to get pneumonia for and went back to the car.

The only smart thing I did that day was pack woolen socks, a second pair of shoes and a spare jacket. So I changed into the shoes and put my soaked but beloved sneakers into the trunk.

My grandmother died that night. I woke up at 5am and three hours probably because my subconscious likely registered the phone ringing.

I promise this will get funnier.

We're an intensely practical family and this had been such a long process there was very little acute grief left. My mom went to see grandma and prepare her for collection, I got to unpacking our soaked shit and start the washer.

That's when I noticed that one of my shoes was missing.

You know how they say when you have enough background stress built up anything can set you off? Yeah, I was MAD. I searched the car twice, went through the laundry, then just scrolled through eBay absolutely FUMING. The shoes were a limited edition and none of the resellers had my size. Even worse, I have orthopedic insoles because of my wonky knees and one of them was obviously in there.

My mom advised me to message the festival organizers. I wrote them an email before realizing this is 2024 and found them on Instagram. I genuinely didn't have high hopes. Whoever ran their insta did see my message the next day and promised to take a look. I still didn't expect anything but already appreciated their effort while I was considering the reasonably priced but wrong size options on ebay.

Except the guy went to the parking lot to look - and found it! I genuinely do not want to know how wet it was by then. Maybe it was already at maximum saturation when I left it.

I couldn't just pop down there since I didn't have a car and four hours round trip from my mom's place seems excessive. My aunt lives very close to the festival grounds but we've never had a close relationship and with her it's always a gamble if she'll do something nice for you.

Luckily, the rock friends (name of the organization) are nicer than my aunt.

Which is how I had to text my mom that there would be a package with a possibly very wet and muddy shoe coming, and to please toss that in the wash before I could pick it up on the weekend.

I donated the money I would have spent on the drive and/or new shoes to the festival people. They deserve it.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

The Merchant of Wellington - a fashion ramble by u/Mickleborough

The Merchant of Wellington - a fashion ramble The world’s abuzz with the news that Meghan wore a (gasp) backless dress at a Sentebale dinner after Harry played his rigged game at the National Polo Centre in Wellington, Florida.Baby got backI don’t know why she swallowed that fly…Props to Meghan for finding the best angle to show off her ‘Hudson’ dress by unknown Australian label St Agni - completely hidden. (Antipodean Sinners to correct me if St Agni‘s worn by the best people.)Miracle of the HudsonImagine what the front would’ve looked like on Meghan:When asymmetric decides halfway to become halter neck. It looks like a wonky apron you’d wear to make American Rivetted Orthodontia strawberry jum.The back‘s quite…interesting.Look back in perplexity.The aim seems to be to look as if you’ve wearing only a skirt. Titillating! This means the front’s like a large bib. But St Agni’s paid attention to detail: little straps to prevent side boob! Function, not fashion - but as long as side boobs aren’t visible, elegance probably isn’t a concern. And we’ll overlook the lumpy neck halter.Personally I think glimpses of flesh is sexier - hint, not broadcast. Here’s an example:Seen at the London premiere of the James Bond film Spectre in 2015Slow boat from ChinaMeghan’s dress is definitely mid-priced at £350 / $435 / €406. Taking a leave from the Princess of Wales’s book; finance issues; trying to appear relatable; promoting a freebie? Can’t imagine Meghan voluntarily buying a dress of this origin:lMeghan clearly chooses not to wear Dior couture - costing around £69,000 / $85,000 / €80,000 apiece - but prefers to support the Chinese clothing industry. St Agni Code of Conduct indeed. NB Sh supposedly wore vintage Dior costume jewellery earrings.So - hit or miss?An observation This photo of Meghan in her Heidi Merrick halter neck reminds me of a poor man’s Leeloo*.Signature crease alert. Not that bloody Love bracelet again. My friend has one - takes it off every night, so it can be done.* Leeloo:Milla Jovovich in the film The Fifth Element. To be fair, Jovovich was a fashion model, and she’s wearing Jean Paul Gaultier. post link: https://ift.tt/qp7PSdh author: Mickleborough submitted: April 20, 2024 at 01:38AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[cea-tide]

If I update you every time I'm crying, will you get so annoyed that it'll make you feel better about not crying?

I'm in a really strange mood, sorry if that's rude or insensitive or anything

Okay, here's the real ask: The gala is over, right? How was it? Did you rock your heels?

Feel free to haha

And yep the gala was last Friday. I did rock those heels as much as that was possible—after an hour or two I removed them because it started to hurt. Honestly it was pretty disappointing though. The first thing is a little on me for having false expectations, but the picture on the ticket showed a cruise boat—it was not in fact a cruise boat. I should have known with what the ticket price was haha The boat was far smaller, holding like a hundred people, and so low my head was bonking against the ceiling in certain areas, even without the heels on :]

Also haven't been so long at parties that I forgot a little, but my social energy ran out like 1.5 hours in and it was 4 hours on water. I just vibed a bit after that and at the end sat on a chair for a while. I don't know how people can party for that long but oh well that's the introvert life. The first hour was fun but parties are just not my thing after all.

More fun that day was the afternoon before, because I met up with two friends of mine at a cat café! The cats there were so cute <3<3 Had some tea and a sandwich there with a cat sleeping on the table 💜

Look how cute it all is <3

Also one of my friends has also worked on the minecraft book I talked about, so we did a quick signing session of each others' books. I'm hoping to collect some more signatures in the future too of the other builders. The ones living in the Netherlands, Germany, Belgium and maybe France, I could perhaps manage but the other ones sadly live too far right now. Time will tell if they ever visit in the area.

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[divinekangaroo]

Thomas Shelby as a semi-modern-era boss:

You get curtly worded letters from his secretary if you show up to work without a tie

Or if you’re a woman and you wear pants instead of a pencil skirt

No such thing as casual Fridays

Comes by your desk at 4.56pm on a Friday and spends three hours talking to you about very important business he’s failed to talk to you about every other time you’ve tried for the last four weeks

Knows the first names of your children

Knows your wife is pregnant before you do

Functional alcoholic

Very angry phone calls made after 3.30pm

Maximum 10 word emails

Whole office spends hours trying to help each other decipher the 10 word emails

No email signature

Mobile phone number is a mystery to all, no office worker has it, but yet it constantly rings

First in, last out, but totally absent between the hours of 9.30am and 3pm

The Office Fitout Is All Mahogany

There Are Even Mahogany Wall Panels in the Toilets

Resignation letters are not acknowledged

Depressing art of heather and pastoral scenes and moors

Considers Scotland an exotic destination

No such thing as paperless office

Weirdly, achieves and exceeds the diversity employment quotient on any corporate social responsibility measure applied

Says its because the loyalty people give you once you tell them they matter is worth more than any supposed white collar qualification

An explanation which makes you feel very uncomfortable

The family clearly holds a controlling interest

Significant property asset investments, cash and near cash assets, and extremely low leverage distort share price; won’t take advice on financial restructuring

Very high risk tolerance for R&D; very low risk tolerance for debt

Love/hate relationship with his shareholders

Keeps one token independent company director trotted out to the shareholders once per year for a speech

Very complex delegated authority structure (no one quite sure what authority for decision making they have, so everything ends up with him anyway)

Office parties are always at the races and he always issues a dress code reminder

Can never catch him doing coke at office parties but pretty sure he does (stares fixedly at each race and grinds his jaw the whole time)

Owns too many racehorses for someone apparently not involved in money laundering

Thousands if not millions donated each year (as tax offsets) to rehabilitate old or injured racehorses

Still has a tea lady because workers aren’t allowed up from their desks to waste time buying/making coffees

Lives in a run of the mill middle class suburb a very long drive away from work because it was all he could afford when he started out, but in the most fuck-off (yet non-functional and tacky) house you’ve ever seen because he’s just kept adding status symbols to it over time

Owns a boat

Never goes out on the boat

Doesn’t let anyone borrow the boat

Has a photo of the boat on his desk

Starts and sells spin off businesses at a rate of two per year

Attempted to retire once and leave the business to his cousin, but within a year it was going into administration so he came back out of retirement and started calling in favours

Pretty sure you once caught him viciously slitting the tires of a car that’d parked in his spot

[holly-fixation]

For the full On the Sea of Crises OST for @birdblacksocialclub I genuinely tried to nail the medieval vibe, mostly tavern rather than epic music because as you can see in the fic here, being stuck in jail fits more of the tavern vibe than the grand scale of epic battlefields and such.

This is the break down of my fan made piece for OTSOC.

Going into this I knew two (2) things about pirate music:

Everything is in the key of D minor. Why? I have no idea. Even The Pirates of the Caribbean's main theme follows this sacred law.

6/8 time is your best friend for pirates. This gives more of the rocky boat feel (but again, I do not know the history behind it). Technically drinking music follows this too! Only with 3/4 time. Fun Fact: The Star Spangled Banner is actually one note off from a British drinking song.

Okay back on topic.

I used those two laws for both piano pieces I made for the OTSOC a while ago. Messing with time and key signatures is fun! It changes the entire mood of Crisis Core's main theme and even Those Chosen by the Planet. So, after researching how to make medieval music through a couple of youtube videos and too much googling for appropriate instruments, I went off.

0:00 - I started with just a drum, tambourine, and a couple of strings playing a basic rhythm to build up. In OTSOC, the first thing you see is Tifa yelling at a guard. I couldn't go straight into Crisis Core's main theme without the man of the hour, Genesis Rhapsodos, appearing in frame. (or the frame equivalent of a comic... a panel?)

0:18 - The melody of Crisis Core's main theme/The SOLDIER Way finally kicks in on violin! But ALSO (what I learned from my many youtube videos), medieval music likes to have counter melodies/harmonies. So though the violin takes the reigns, the flute is playing Roaming in the Afternoon Sun, a song most CC players will recognize from the 3,000 side missions in this game.

0:53 - I give into antient peer pressure with a motif from the final boss theme by giving it to the LUTE. The almighty medieval instrument many know due to its popularity in fantasy settings as well! Taverns always love a good lute! (And so do prisons I guess) The moving baseline on the harp and cello was just for fun. This quiet drop and BEING the final boss theme is (supposed to) line up with Genesis's introduction! He likes his drama and DRAMA means Dynamics must Change!

1:25 - The flashback to Shinra Tower in flames. A bad memory for most, a big moment for our crimson boy. Many walked away injured, but despite the chaos and victory, Sephiroth disappeared some unexplained time after. I can't imagine the news painting that in a good light, and Tifa received this information second hand.

1:36 - A combination of CC's main theme on the flute and Roaming in the Afternoon Sun on the violin, before changing the violin to The Price of Freedom. Obviously Genesis is in Jail now, but he looks like he's having a fun time flirting with the girl he is now stuck with. This continues throughout their flirting.

2:21 - Uh oh. He is coming.

2:27 - The opening of One Winged Angel. Except with the instruments I chose, it sounds more like the rail road crossing alarm when a train goes by (note: this comment has nothing to do with the fic). This is where Genesis (or really his mind) is sucked into the 'Other' World.

2:33 - Obviously this Other World should feel, well, OTHER. So I hope you enjoyed your time with real/pirate instruments, we are now in synthesizer and piano territory, with a couple of other instruments for that tasty flavor. Genesis is in another world. He has absolutely no control. He clearly hates this Other!Sephiroth but can't prevent the Cecaelia from slithering his many tentacles around him as restraints. Other!Sephiroth is toying with Genesis, but it's always smooth, never harsh, always alluring and dragging you (yes you the reader) in. Lastly there is a motif of J-E-N-O-V-A underlying just enough to remind you/Genesis that she's watching. And if I may assume, always watching in this world.

(side comment: 2:33 the One Winged Angel section gives me vibes of FFXV's dungeon theme Unsettling Aura but that's only because of the constant piano driving throughout the rest of the piece)

2:55 - Other!Sephiroth is clearly speaking to something else as well as to Genesis and that should set off some RED FLAGS (or more rail road warnings). This is to make you concerned and feel the OWA again. Interruptions are so distracting, aren't they?

3:00 - J-E-N-O-V-A takes over and you hear it through the end. Everything is uncomfortable and dissonant and wrong and perfect. The last note doesn't resolve because this quest is far from over. The threat is far from over.

"...For you are beloved by the Goddess. And it is almost time to come home to her, Genesis." - Other!Sephiroth

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...Bottom line, I had a lot of fun making this! This was just a fun little project for one of my favorite fics and writers. It gave me a chance to expand my horizons and hopefully put a smile on said writer's face.

Please check out basically any work by @birdblacksocialclub because she is fantastic!

[nuclearhugs]

Hi! Banker, here! I think there might be a little bit of a misunderstanding in the post above.

While *yes*, it is ABSOLUTELY your right to opt-out of overdraft protection services (ODP) and their associated fees, there are still instances in which they can legally be applied.

In the US, overdraft services are opt-in. What does that mean? Well, it means that you can choose not to use them.

However, if you do opt-in you absolutely, 100%, can be charged fees. When you opt in, you agree to that Financial Institution's overdraft policies. E.g. getting charged a fee if you overdraft.

Let me make an example.

Person A has $100 in their account and they DID opt into overdraft protection services. If they tried to make a purchase, let's say for $150?, their bank will let that charge go through-- BUT Person A will also get charged a fee in accordance to their FI's policy. So if the fee is $25, and the purchase was $150 (they were short $50), they're now negative $75.

And that sucks-- but for some people, paying that fee and having the charge go through is the difference between groceries for the week or going hungry. The ODP fee is the price you pay for your FI essentially lending you those $50 you were short.

Person B, meanwhile, also made the same purchase but does NOT have overdraft protection. That person simply won't see the charge go though. The purchase for $150 will get declined, and they also won't see the fee. Their balance says at $100.

If you don't want to see ODP fees, you need to read your account disclosures! As someone who's opened accounts, I can tell you that 95% of people sign without reading or waiting for an explanation. It's true that there are people who opt-in without realizing it. In fact, it's a big problem in the industry!

If you want to opt-in or opt-out you can do so at any time! Accidently agreed to have ODP? Call them and ask for your status to be changed (this will likely require your signature, just so you're aware).

There are TONS of predatory fee practices-- especially at bigger banks. They're relying on the fact that you don't know what you're opting into and that most people won't bother calling about those fees.

But it's misleading to say that there's never an instance where you can be charged a fee. There are! Lots of them! Ask for your FI's "fee schedule" if you want to see all the little things you automatically agreed to when you opened your account. They're always included in your packet of paperwork when you open an account-- you agreed to them, even if you never bothered to go through your packet!

If a shitty bank charged you an ODP fee that you didn't opt into, report them to the FDIC! That's a crime!!

What can I do?

For starters-- ditch the bank. Find a NCUA insured Credit Union in your area and move your accounts. Small and local is the key here.

Credit Unions are:

-Not for profit (no OD Boats here!) This means there are WAY less fees. Most CU accounts are 110% free. If they do have fees, they're going to be smaller and less frequent. Way easier to avoid!

-Owned by their members (you pay a "share" (usually like $15) when you open your account. This is your part of the CU. They give it back when you close your account). You can vote in their annual meeting and make decisions about policy as a community. Good CUs have a board made up entirely of community members.

-Community focused (They can ONLY open accounts/loans for people in their physical area! Their priority is YOU! And your community!)

-If you go to a small, local credit union, you're going to get Friendly Local Service™ and while you may have to wait in a phone queue for a minute if it's busy, you're always going to get a real person.

TLDR; Read your account paperwork and make sure that you are, in fact, opted out of Overdraft Protection Services. If you're opted-in, your financial institution absolutely CAN charge you a fee. Fuck banks, go to a credit union.

you don't have to pay overdraft fees ever

the biden administration recently cracked down on overdraft fees which means banks cannot force you to pay them as they have become opt-in -- however you do have to call the bank (for example, paypal payments overdraft you even if you have opted out, as they function like checks.)

my experience is with wellsfargo but i imagine that most major banks may operate similarly:

if you have an overdraft fee, call the bank, you will get a machine. go through the autentification process with it but do not mention your issue when it asks you to (specially not the word overdraft -- this is a conspiracy theory i cannot prove but i swear to god they rewire you to more aggressive phone people if you tipoff the machine) instead say "i'd like to speak to a representative" the machine will be like "lol didn't get that" so you may need to repeat it a couple more times before it wires you to a real person

wait! i'd recomend calling as early in the morning as possible to avoid elevator music.

be nice to the customer service person who picks up (i make a point of thanking them for their help and calling them by their name, if i don't catch it the first time i ask them again for it)

my script is something along the lines of: "hi, i noticed there's an overdraft fee in my account that posted on [date]. i am calling to see if we (WE -- you and the representative are a team against the problem) could do something about it" (<- you may decide to be more direct, i just put my innocent hat on)

most if not all of what they say to you is a script. they will be like "i will check that for you with the automated process that takes into account you previous refund activity" BLAH BLAH BLAH. more waiting. if you have had any refunds in the past 12 months, they will be like "sorry the system says no (:" THOUGH, VERY RECENTLY, they have tacked on this question: do you have any thoughts on that / how do you feel about that / etc. though even if they do not prompt you, here's the next step:

say: thank you! i appreciate the automated review, however i do not agree/approve/consent to being charged a fee. is there any way you could check again / anyone else i could talk to / would it be possible to refund it regardless? etc.

they will check again, possibly more waiting, and then you will get an immediate refund! in the rare case they refuse to, here is the link to the FDIC website that you can refer to (note, this is for overdraft fees only):

8. i cannot emphasize this enough -- be nice !!!!!!!!!!! BE NICE! be cheerful, say "thank you" and "no worries" and "take your time!". it is NOT a confrontation, it is NOT their fault, and most of the time the customer service representative wants this to be as frictionless as possible. they are helping you, use the opportunity to make a moment of their day a lot less stressful than they expect it to be.

that is ALL -- i have been using wellsfargo for over eight years, and have lost hundreds of dollars to predatory overdraft fees charged as a punishment for having no money.

during the beginning covid, when they were momentarily suspended (you had to mention covid on the phone to get them back lol), i came to the realization that all of this time they could have been giving me my money back. there was no reason not to, except corporate greed.

do not let phone social anxiety let them take your money from you, now that it is easier than EVER to get it back. and if you need motivation to pick up the phone, remember this headline from a couple of years back lol:

DEATH TO CAPITALISM !!!!!!

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[gaeilmeta]

Kindling

He flicked the kill switch and coasted into the parking lot. With the heel of his boot, he casually deployed the kick-stand just in time to let the gradually halting motorcycle keel over into a gentle three-point pose. Still astride, he slipped off his black, high-cuffed gloves and removed his helmet. Its mirror finish reflected bursts of sunlight as he stuffed the gloves into the flashing orb. Pressing down on the ignition key, he gave a subtle twist and released. The small key rocketed upward several inches where he snatched it from its apex and slid it into the breast pocket of his green leather jumper. She dismounted from the passenger seat, pried off her pearl white head armor and immediately squatted in front of the small rear-view mirror that angled downward from the left handlebar. Using her long crimson-colored nails she anxiously primped at her short platinum hair. Once she finally deemed herself presentable she stood up, reached out to cup his face in both hands and emphatically pressed her deep red lips over his. For her, the long lazy day she was spending with him could not have been more perfect.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, lingering a moment before breaking the kiss. Then she rubbed her cheek hard into his and exhaled a husky, "Thank you." 

"Not sure what I did," he said, "but if you tell me, I will definitely do it again!"

"You just never mind," she scolded while shaking a finger at him in mock rebuke. With the thumb of her other hand, she wiped away the scarlet traces that she'd left on his lips.

For most Mary's Lakeside Grill would not be considered fine dining, but for a couple of lowly human service workers, Mary's offered a decent meal at a modest price. The pier deck built out into the water to accommodate summer boating customers also offered a prime platform for watching sunsets through the surrounding willows.

Walking toward the entrance she wedged herself under his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Who's my...?" She asked while coyly coaxing him to complete the question.

Though her baiting brought a faint smile to his face, he nevertheless resisted the obligatory response. Instead, he draped his arm around her neck and gave a little tug hoping that small reassurance might satisfy the moment.

"Come on, say it!" she insisted pulling at his open collar. "Who's my...?"

He rolled his eyes. He found this recurring exercise particularly inane. Still, he knew from experience a failure to comply might well result in a far more disagreeable circumstance. Besides, he secretly enjoyed the implied sentiment.

"Pumpkin pie," he relented.

"There now, that wasn't so bad," She teased as she patted and then rubbed his back in small circles.

Seated at one of the many sturdy picnic tables occupying Mary's deck, she ordered a plate of steamers and he a chicken pie with a side of corncobs. During the course of their meal, she embarked upon a detailed description of the hats and slacks she'd recently rummaged through at her favorite consignment shop. Assembling novel outfits from the castaways of others was one of her many passions, a craft well-honed by a chronic lack of disposable income.

He tended to regard her ensembles as more costume than fashion. Today's attire for example featured an antique pair of cream-colored Jodhpur trousers. How she managed to scrounge up articles like a nearly forty-year-old pair of perfectly preserved Jodhpurs was a wonderment to him. She especially delighted in the big floppy pockets because they precluded the need for a purse. In complement, she wore a white tuxedo shirt, black satin vest and a cardinal blazer. The high heels of her high-cut black leather boots weren't quite in keeping with the apparent fox chase theme, but partnered with a bow of thin black ribbon tied tightly around her neck, they afforded the provocative signature that stamped most of her ensembles.

"...and the gray pleated wool pants would go perfectly with my winter jacket," she said before pausing to swallow.

Fiddling his coke bottle he observed, "You know, you're fixated in some sort of latency age attic-dress-up state."

She wrinkled her nose dismissively and without missing a beat began to expand upon what she considered the appropriate degree of contrast between solid colors and patterns. He listened as best he could while observing the swarms of insects hovering in the late afternoon sunny patches along the shoreline. He also kept an eye on what appeared to be a thundercloud forming over the north end of the lake. As a veteran motorcycle rider, it was his habit to sweep the sky for signs of rain.

He was savoring the final few spoons of his brownie sundae desert when she abruptly queried, "Why did you give me that look when I showed you my new blouse?"

As if on cue, lightning flashed across the horizon. The lessons of a prior marriage had not been completely lost on him. He knew trouble when he heard it and found the distant rumble of thunder all too fitting.

"What look?" he defended.

"The brow lifting, head tilting, cheek pulled back look," she pressed.

He thought, well hoped, he had sufficiently smoothed over that small tactical blunder. Clearly, he had fooled no one but himself. Sensing any possibility of redemption slipping away as fast as the blood rushing from his face, he quickly concluded that he had only two options. He could continue to feign innocence, which would piss her off, or he could take a risk and come clean, which would piss her off. Screwed either way, he decided to go for broke.

"OK, what's the point of a blouse that's so see-through you have to buy a special bra that doesn't look like a bra in order to wear the blouse?"

Like the swirl of melted ice cream and fudge he was stirring in the bottom of his plastic cup, he was also stirring the demons who inhabited the shadows just beyond the edges of her consciousness. He was blithely unaware, but she could already sense their emerging presence as a vague heaviness in her limbs.

"I don't have to justify anything to you," she said, steeling her voice.

"It's not a question of justification. It's simple logic, or better, the lack of it," he asserted.

"I can wear whatever I want!"

"It's not whether you can or can't anything. Of course you can wear what you want. The issue is why do you choose to wear what you do?" he countered.

She leaned forward over the table and spoke in a low, severe tone, "You're just feeling threatened and want to control me."

"You keep missing my point. Yes, I fully admit that I'm threatened by being crazy in love with you and the power that holds over me, and yes, I'm freaked too about the chances of you one day deciding to kick my older ass curbside. Still, all that's irrelevant to what I'm trying to get at. I couldn't agree with you more about being able to wear absolutely whatever you want or go bare-ass for that matter. The point, however, is the world we live in simply doesn't work that way. There're too many bananas running around. When you dress the way you do, you run a very real risk of attracting the wrong kind of attention. You can end up making yourself a target," he implored.

"So what are you trying to say about the way I dress?" She snapped.

"Dead honest, I'm saying that sometimes you make yourself look...well... the word tart comes to mind."

At first, he was more stunned than her. Like the tide disappearing before the tsunami, there was an eternal moment in which the only thing he could hear was the rapidly increasing rate of his pulse. As her face flushed and eyes welled the stark reality of his vast idiocy flooded him with scalding regret. His stomach began a slow rolling somersault and somewhere inside his head a dissociated voice gasped, "You didn't really just say tart, did you?"

She shot up from the table and marched out of the restaurant. He collected the helmets, paid the waitress and slunk out to face the inevitable. She stood near the bike in the parking lot, back turned, arms folded. She pawed at the ground with the toe of her boot as might a beast before charging. When he got close enough she spun around and ripped her helmet from his hand.

"You fucking prick," she said in a snarl while shoving on the helmet. "I work hard to pay for my own place, my own car and my own way. I scrimp and save for months to buy the clothes and things I like, mostly second-hand for that matter. I'm as good as gold to you, and I take good care of the people at The House. I'm a responsible person goddamn it! If it makes me feel good to wear a see-through blouse or red lipstick or paint my nails fluorescent fucking orange I'll do whatever the fuck I want."

She was becoming more agitated by the second, virtually hissing.

He put his helmet on in resignation. He knew any further chance of rational discussion was hopeless. He was at the very least in for a tongue-lashing that would probably last most of the way home. He began to swing his leg over to mount the bike, only she intervened. Her intent was a face-to-face confrontation, but in her furor, she failed to compensate for her oversized headgear and inadvertently drove the top of her helmet into the bottom of his. Sharp enough to snap his head back, the collision caught him off guard. Years of football play had conditioned him to oppose helmeted aggression in kind. That learned reflex forced an immediate retaliatory head butt, the impact of which caused her to stumble backward against the bike. She being her though smashed right back at him so that they again stood face shield to face shield, eye to eye. He towered over her. Even so, she was up on her toes, chest out, defiant. She could see the sweaty faces now like barely discernable subliminal revelations. She could hear the faint nervous laughter and feel the hands tightening around her wrists and ankles. She could smell their breath!

"You bastard!" She seethed. "You're just like the rest!"

She was so enraged she spewed spittle with each word. It dribbled down the inside of her transparent shield. He knew there was no dealing with her when she went off like this. Exasperated, he began to raise his arms in a gesture of surrender. Before he reached shoulder height though, she threw up her arms defensively and cringed. That pretty much did it for him.

"What... the... fuck! You think I’m about to pop you. You think that! Un-fucking-believable! Spoiler! I am not Travis, your personal rib cracker, or any of that other fuckin' human sludge you've managed to fill your life with. You expect to get smacked 'cuz it's the only friggin’ thing you know. For Christ's sake, I'm the one who actually loves your crazy ass. I might be a whole lot better off if I didn't, but I goddamn do!"

He was close to out and out yelling. He looked around furtively to see if anyone might be privy to their little melodrama. To his relief, there was no one else in the lot. Turning back to her he saw the streaming tears. She didn't look down or away. She just kept gushing, "...staring at that far horizon..." as though he weren't there at all. Eventually, she put her hand out and touched her fingertips to his chest as if bewildered or exhausted. He wanted to gather her up in his arms and hold her, only he knew she wasn't really with him. He'd seen this before. It was better to simply leave her be.

He mounted the bike and fired it up. "Come on," he said.

She crumbled onto the back seat. Hanging her forearms from his shoulders she cradled her helmeted head between them. He took the long way home, riding the back roads. Where she went, was anybody's guess.

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Boat Aavante Bar 4100DA: Experience Surround Sound Like Never Before

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The Boat Avante bar 4100DA is available for both wall and tabletop mounting, so you may display it on a tabletop or wall-mount it.

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Four front-firing drivers make up the boat soundbar; two of these are front speakers and the other two are mid-range speakers. In order to produce a three-dimensional sound experience, two speakers also blast upward. The deep overhead music that these upward-firing speakers provide gives your listening experience depth and dimension.

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You can achieve clarity with this soundbar; you can even create a faint artificial surround sound when listening to music. Your ear receives the audio waves that are sent to the ceiling by the upward-firing drivers. At that point, even the tunes provide you with a virtual surround and cinematic experience.

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This subwoofer has a distinct feature set and great performance. The boat soundbar is a unique choice because of its strong 60W wired subwoofer and simple design.

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The boAt Bluetooth soundbar’s one-year guarantee and seven-day replacement period are two more fantastic features that make it affordable.

Final Verdict: Best soundbar in india

We strongly advise this boAt soundbar according to our review. Following extensive testing and purchase, we can say that the boat Avante Bar 4100DA is an excellent soundbar that will undoubtedly improve your entertainment experience. For an audio experience that will leave you speechless.

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