#the golf swing to avoid flipping

[rotaryswinggolf]

How To Shift Your Weight In The Golf Swing To Avoid Flipping 🏌️‍♂️

In this golf lesson, we will be diving into the essential technique of how to shift your weight in the golf swing to avoid flipping. We'll discuss simple setup changes and how to get deep into the right side to improve your swing. Many amateur golfers struggle with this, so we'll show you the common tendencies and how to correct them. We will also cover the importance of maintaining a full shoulder turn and how it affects your downswing sequence. You'll be amazed at how small adjustments can make a big impact on your swing and overall game.

[rotary-swing]

How To Shift Your Weight In The Golf Swing – Avoiding A Flip

A big problem, especially with amateur golfers is knowing exactly how to shift your weight in the golf swing. In the image below, you can see a current student who spent some time studying Stack and Tilt. Now, he’s not set up exactly how they would advocate, but you can see the tendency of being more on the left side at address. You can clearly see that at address, he’s definitely set up more into his left side.

[fanfic-requests]

The Angel Next Door - Chapter 2

8:15 am…

“Good morning. Sleep well?” My mom is way too chipper in the morning.

“Yeah. I guess.”

“Wow. Very detailed answer.”

“What? Do you want me to tell you how I drooled on my pillow and rolled off the bed twice?”

“Actually, kinda.”

“You’re weird.”

“What’s up slugger?” Dave walks in.

“Nothin’.”

“Wow babe, you’re kid’s quite the wordsmith.” I’m about to respond in a not-so-nice way, but I hold it back.

“When’s the pool gonna be ready?”

“It’ll be a few weeks.” My mom hands me a glass of orange juice.

“Thanks.” I start walking away.

“Hey! No food or drinks upstairs.” I turn to face Dave, really tempted to throw the OJ in his face.

“So no water? What about vitamins? Technically they’re food.”

“Haha, smart aleck.” He turns away from me and I flip him off.

My mom gives me a look that says “stop it!” and I just turn away, leaving my OJ on the nearest table.

When I get to my room I am very tempted to slam the door, but somehow manage to not do so. I open my window and just step out onto the deck to get some fresh air for the moment. And yet again there’s Asher. He seems to be playing some video games. So I reach into my room, grab a sock, ball it up, and throw it at his window. And he doesn’t notice. Son of a bitch. So I grab a pen and throw it. This time he notices and walks over to his window.

“What you doing?”

“Just playing some Madden.”

“Sounds fun.” I stand up, run across the roof, and jump across the gap between our roofs, landing directly in front of him.

“Shit! Dude!” He looks freaked out and I just start laughing.

“It’s all good. Now, are you gonna let me in and get destroyed in Madden? Or are we gonna just stand here like some weirdos from a 90s rom-com?”

“You’re crazy.” He steps back to let me in.

“I take that as a compliment.”

“You shouldn’t.”

I sit on his bed while he grabs another controller.

“I can’t believe you’re even awake right now. Did you even sleep?”

“I don’t sleep much.”

“So you’re super athletic and don’t sleep. Are you sure you’re not Spiderman?”

“Nope. Just a retired gymnast.”

“Gymnast?”

“What? You didn’t get gymnast off me?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.”

“How are you already retired?”

“Well I guess retired isn’t the right word. Just the one my mom uses.” I spot a photo on Asher’s desk and walk over. “It’s more that I got sick of it and left.” The photo is of him and what I’m assuming are his mom, dad, and younger brother and sister. “This your fam?”

“Yeah. From our trip to the Bahamas last summer.”

“Looks fun.”

“You’re parents seem nice. Saw them unpacking yesterday.”

“Dave’s not my dad.” I make sure to emphasize that.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No problem. Most people assume that.” I sit back down next to him. “My dad’s out of the picture now. Dave’s the evil stepfather.”

“Sorry.”

“He’s just the stereotypical evil step-parent. It’s actually his fault that we moved here. Some business opportunity or whatever.”

“That sucks. I’m sorry about that.”

“You say sorry a lot.”

“Sor… Oops.” We both laugh.

“Now can we just play or are you scared of losing?”

“What? You’re the one that started talking about Dave.”

“Oh shut up!” I shove him and he shoves me back as we laugh.

“That was just dumb luck.” I stand up, throwing the controller on the bed.

“Dumb luck? 12 times in a row?”

“Oh fuck you.” Asher laughs. “Let’s do something else. Go out or something.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Out.”

“You sound like my mom.”

“I haven’t met her, but I’m assuming she’s amazing.”

“Eww.”

“Let’s go.”

“Wait. Let me at least tell my parents.”

“Fine. Come on.” I open his bedroom door and standing right there is his mom.

She smiles at me, looking very confused.

“Hi. I’m Spencer.”

“Hey.” She looks very confused, but luckily Asher comes walking up.

“He’s the new neighbor.”

“Oh! Really good to meet you. I was planning on dropping by to say hi to your parents later.”

“Oh, they’d love that.”

“I didn’t even hear you come in earlier.”

“Oh… yeah… I’m very quiet.” Asher and I share a funny look.

“Well, Spencer and I were just about to go out. Can I borrow the car?”

“Sure. Where are you guys going?”

“Oh… um…” Asher is nervous and part of me doesn’t want to save him.

“He’s going to show me around town.”

“That’s nice. You guys have fun.”

Asher and I run out to the car.

“Do you need to go and get shoes? Maybe tell your mom and Dave that you’re going out?”

I look to the house for a second.

“Nah.” I jump into the car and I just see Asher smirk at that.

“Is he really that bad?” He asks as he drives out of the driveway.

“Worse. But everyone loves him. He’s only awful to me, and never in public.”

“Like… is he…”

“No. He’s not physical. He wouldn’t even dare. I would knock him out with one hit and he knows it.”

“Damn.”

“Let’s move on to something else.”

“Like what?”

“Tell me a summary of your life… in 60 seconds.”

“Oh…”

“Begin!”

“Shit! My name is Asher Angel…”

“Angel?”

“Shh. Since I was a kid I’ve been very into acting and singing. Got my first big gig at the age of six. From there on I’ve done a lot of plays and then a few small gigs before getting a major role on Disney Channel’s Andi Mack. I’ve released multiple albums. Then I got the role as Billy Batson in Shazam.”

“Five seconds.”

“Oh, and I love Top Golf, basketball, and my sibling’s names are Avi and London.” I just look over at him, unable to speak. “You good?”

“Um… describe good.” We both laugh. “Well, now I feel ridiculous. How did I not recognize you? I’ve seen Shazam!”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I liked it a lot too.” Asher can’t help but laugh. “Well, now I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.”

“And now my life story feels pathetic.”

“I doubt it. No way your life could be boring. The first time I saw you you were sneaking off your roof.”

“ It’s fine. Let’s move on.”

“Come on. I won’t judge.”

“Wait! Stop here!” I point to our left.

“What? The playground?”

“What? It’s empty.” He pulls over and I quickly get out of the car.

I rush over to the bars. I jump on them and just start swinging around.

“You’re crazy.”

“Come on. Who says a playground is just for kids?”

“Everyone.”

“Well, kids can’t do this.”

I know this isn’t the safest, but at this point, I don’t care. So I push with all my force and spin around the pole. I spin a few more times before letting go and doing a simple under swing dismount.

“Shit!” Asher starts clapping.

“Thank you. Thank you.” I bow to him.

“I think it’s so cool that you can do that.”

“It is pretty cool, isn’t it? Bars aren’t really my thing though. I’m more of a floor guy.”

“Floor guy? That sounds a bit gross.” We both laugh.

“Eww.” I step back and quick front handspring.

“Shit. Can you do the splits?”

“Of course. But not in these pants.”

“So why’d you quit? You’re so good.”

“Swings!” I run to the swings.

“You’re really good at avoiding things. You know that, right?” Asher sits on the swing next to me.

“I know. You got a girlfriend?”

“Wow. What a transition there!”

“And?”

“No. I don’t have a girlfriend. Well, I did, but we broke up a few months ago.”

“Bummer.”

“And you? You leave a girl behind?”

“Oh god no. But I’ve had a few boyfriends. Not a recent one though.”

“Oh... “ I love seeing people’s faces when they realize I’m gay. “Sorry I assumed.”

“It’s fine. Most people do.”

“So you’re out?”

“Yeah. For two years now.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, are your parents fine with it?”

I sit there for a second and just stare forward. Part of me just wants to run, but I’m honestly just too tired to keep running.

“Well, my mom was fine with it. She told me she knew for a long time.” I feel my heart racing, thinking about all of this. “As for my dad…” I literally begin feeling my chest moving at a dangerous speed.

“You okay?”

“Not really.” I find my eyes tearing up, but then I just laugh.

“You sure.”

“Not really.” I laugh again. “When I was six my parents divorced. And I was given the choice of who I wanted to live with. I choose my dad.”

“Oh…” I can tell he’s intrigued like it’s a telenovela… and it is.

“So I lived with him. But I still saw my mom every weekend. We were close. But I was much closer with my dad.”

“That’s nice.” I can’t help but laugh at that and he just looks at me confused.

“Two years ago I came out to my parents. My dad couldn’t handle it. He kicked me out. I didn’t even get to pack. My mom picked me up and she had to pack all my stuff.”

“Damn. I’m sorry.” It is a struggle to not let my tears out right now.

“It’s all good.”

“Have you talked to him at all?”

“Nope. Haven’t heard a single word from him for two years now.”

“I can’t imagine that.”

“It’s fine. I’ve moved on.”

“There’s no moving on from that.” And then I snap, tears slowly falling down my face.

“God I wish I had my flask right now.” Asher and I both laugh a little. “Ugh, I hate this.” I wipe my tears.

“It’s not a bad thing to cry.”

“I know…”

“Really. Emotions aren’t a bad thing. If you ever need to talk about anything just jump on over.”

“Thanks…” I look at him. “Are you sure you’re straight?” I laugh, but I notice he doesn’t.

“Wanna go get some ice cream?”

“Look who’s avoiding things now?” We both laugh. “Come on. Ice cream sounds perfect.”

[lonelyghosts-stuff]

Chapter 1: A Completely Normal, Very Boring, Typical Day... and Attempted Murder.

Word Count: 2318

Chapter 2

Master List

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood and injury

When y/n woke up this morning, she didn’t think she was going to be committing numerous federal crimes.

It seemed like it was going to be a normal day. You woke up mid-morning to your blaring and incessant alarm, slammed the snooze button, then proceeded to lie awake, unable to fall back asleep. It seemed like everyday you would try to get a little more shuteye, but you never succeeded. After the alarm sounded again, you finally forced yourself to roll out of bed. After taking a quick shower followed by tossing on a t-shirt and sweatpants, you proceeded to the kitchen in your apartment complex to retrieve milk from the fridge and fruity puff cereal from the cupboard. Everyday, the same routine.

Shuffling along the linoleum tiles, you quickly ate the cereal before tossing the bowl into the sink, adding to the ever growing pile. ‘Mount Fruity Puff’ you called it, laughing to yourself before sinking into the unavoidable realization that your jokes were becoming more stale than the pop tarts in the cabinet above the stove. You walked over to the front door, grabbing the bag on the coat hook and the keys from the tchotchke dish on the kitchen counter before stepping out. Just another drive to work that should be only 20 minutes that will undeniably be at least 30 minutes long thanks to the ever present fact that people are morons. It seemed to be flowing well at first until you reached the overpass at which the traffic had come to a complete stop.

“Typical. Guess I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up…” you mumbled under your breath. Suddenly, a commotion broke out as you saw people begin to hit the gas and speed by, bumper to bumper, almost as if they were trying to get away from something. “What in the—now what’s going on?!”

You suddenly lurched forward as another car violently rear-ended yours, causing an unpleasant word to slip from your mouth. The commotion only got louder and louder as screams of panic and fear began to erupt. Your curiosity growing too strong to maintain, you quickly sped up and matched the flow of traffic as everyone seemed to be in a rush to get off of the overpass. When a clearing emerged, you pulled your car over into the bike lane before stepping out of the car, carefully, and peering out as far as you could to see what was happening.

Boom. A gunshot. Then another, followed by another, and then another. That’s when you saw them. Two you didn’t recognize but one who was undeniably, without a doubt, the man who had saved your life back then. The Captain America. Coming back to reality, you suddenly realized what was going on. A man with messy, shoulder-length, brown hair and a mask was closing in on Captain America and a fair-skinned redhead and a black man with a green shirt while four more men were backing up the encroaching man. Something caught your eye for a split second, almost as if a mirror was reflecting light at you. That’s when you realized the assailant had an arm made entirely out of metal, adorned with a red star near the shoulder.

Without another moment’s thought, you dug into your purse and armed yourself with your handgun. You didn’t know what was happening, but you did know that anyone who’s attacking Captain America is bad news. You quickly trained your gun onto the man with the metal arm and began to fire at him once he started firing a large gun at the trio while the four men behind him began firing as well. A large incendiary round quickly flew into your sight as it collided with Captain America’s shield, propelling him back and over the overpass onto the lower level, smashing into a passing bus.

Panic instantaneously coursed through you as you witnessed this. You had clearly bitten off way more than you could chew. Carefully sidling along the side of your car, you surveyed the area. Ahead, next to the man with the metal arm, you spotted even more shooters. Swallowing your ever-growing fear, you quickly hurdled over the front of the car before ducking down to hide behind another, trying to get closer and a better grasp on the situation. One of the guards began to aim his gun at the redhead who was shooting at the man with the metal arm, unaware she had another barrel pointed at her. Quickly jumping into action, you bolted upright and with quick, precise aim, shot down the first man, allowing the redhead to gain more distance. Unfortunately, this alerted the shooters to your presence and two of them promptly split from the group and began marching in your direction. In a moment of panic, you quickly scanned your surroundings for a quick, hasty solution. Huddling down onto your knees and positioning yourself near the front of the car you had taken shelter behind, you quickly pulled out your pocket knife and reached under the car to slit the gas line. Once the men had circled around the car and were closing in on you, you scraped your knife onto the road, creating sparks in the direction of the now-leaking gas. To your dismay, the car didn’t immediately combust like you naïvely thought it would. Instead, the gas just sparked and flickered for a brief moment before fizzling out. The men laughed wickedly at the pathetic attempt before forcing you to be at eye level with their guns. Without thinking, you jumped up and sprinted off to duck behind another car, bullets whizzing past you. As you approached the car, suddenly you felt a quick, sharp pain in your shoulder as one of the bullets grazed you. Fortunately, the adrenaline flowing through your veins helped you barely even notice the wound as you directed your attention back to the redhead who was hiding behind another car on the same side of the road as you. The redhead gave a confused and concerned look at you, an apparently random stranger, just before another incendiary was fired at the car she was hiding behind, sending her flowing over the edge. Concern washing over you, you sprinted to the edge of the road to see what happened to the redhead, expecting her to be greatly injured if not worse. To your immense surprise and relief, the redhead swiftly pulled out a gadget that shot a claw grappling hook which promptly latched onto the underside of the overpass, allowing the redhead to safely swing down on a cord that was attached to the hook.

Before having a chance to react, you were tackled onto the ground causing your fight or flight instincts to kick in as you flailed and swung at your attacker. Your arms were forcefully pinned down as your eyes widened in surprise, realizing it wasn’t one of the shooters, but the black man with the green shirt from earlier who had taken you to the ground. From your position you just happened to notice the man with the metal arm jump over the side of the overpass to pursue the redhead while the others split off after captain America, using grappling hooks of their own to drop off the overpass onto the road below, leaving three men, including the two from earlier, to close in on you and the other man.

“Hey, my name’s Sam. Don’t know ya but I’d advise you keep moving!” Sam said as he quickly pulled you to your feet and began to run, gesturing for you to follow.

“Uh, h-hi!” You spurted out as you followed him, copying his movements as the two of you ducked and rolled behind abandoned vehicles on the road to avoid being turned into Swiss cheese. “My name’s y/n. Do you know what’s happening?”

Before Sam had the chance to answer, the sound of hellfire filled the air as the shooters moved as one unit, stepping in sync as they menacingly approached. Without warning, Sam pulled a knife of his own and slunk around to the front of the car you were both bunkering behind. Sam glanced at you and nodded, something you could only interpret as ‘go in for the attack together’. After waiting for a few seconds, listening to how close the men were getting based on their footsteps, you and Sam synchronously jumped out of position; you fired your gun and took down one of the men while Sam dodged the attack of another before stabbing the man and flipping him over the edge of the overpass, but not before acquiring said man’s assault gun. As the third man approached and began to open fire, you ducked back behind the car as you readied yourself to take him down too. As you reemerged from your spot, finger on the trigger, Sam beat you to the punch and took out the other man.

“So what’s your deal? Why’re you helping us?” Sam asked with a clear tone of utter confusion lacing his voice.

“I mean, I don’t know really. I just saw THE Captain America was in trouble so I decided to act and try and do something.” You muttered, inhaling deep breaths to regain your composure.

“I don’t know if that’s brave or stupid. Or both.”

Before you could retaliate to Sam’s comment, you heard screams of people below as they scattered away from the bus that Captain America had been launched into. Four men wielding automatic mini-guns were riddling the bus with more holes than a golf course. Fortunately, you managed to spot Captain America roll out of the bus and take shelter behind another car. Sam immediately began aiming his new gun at the men as you followed in suit, doing the same with your gun.

The both of you had managed to take two of them out while Captain America charged at another one, using his shield to defend himself, before taking down another. Sam managed to take out the last one before the three of you heard an explosion in the not-so-far distance, seeing a cop car engulfed in flames. Captain America quickly sprinted in the direction of the explosion as another followed, sending a different car in flames. Sam and you watched as the event unfolded, keeping your fingers on the triggers and eyes peeled for any more assailants. The two of you saw Captain America deflect a barrage of bullets, protecting the redhead from before who appeared to be injured, fired by none other than the man with the metal arm. Lunging at the man, Captain America’s shield connected with the metal arm of the man as a resounding ring sounded off as a result.

You felt useless just standing there on the overpass while Captain America went toe-to-toe with the mystery man. Suddenly, one of the captains hits connected onto the other man’s face, knocking the mask clear off.

He had a relatively chiseled face that was still rounded on the edges. A slight, gruff stubble lined his face as well. That’s when Captain America froze in place. Neither you nor Sam could hear what he was saying, but you both agreed that Captain America looked almost like he just saw a ghost. Sam had you hold onto him as he flew down to the lower level, letting you off at a safe distance. The man quickly pulled out and readied another pistol to fire at Captain America but was quickly struck down by Sam flying in and delivering a solid kick to his back.

The sounds of blaring sirens soon filled the air and the previous panic you had felt came tumbling back. You couldn’t get arrested! Not now! Another explosion went off as the redhead fired one more incendiary at the man with the metal arm, causing him to flee.

Before any of you knew it, you were all cuffed and herded into a paddy wagon.

The ride was silent for a while as two guards stared down at the four of you. Captain America began to talk, but it looked and sounded more like he was just thinking aloud. He recounted that he looked the man in the eyes and that he knew him. Apparently he was someone who served alongside him in the army back in WW2. You felt beyond overwhelmed with everything that just happened and continued to happen, finding yourself not able to comprehend what was being said at the moment. So instead you resorted to studying everyone’s faces in hopes of growing a bit more familiar with your soon-to-be cell mates. The redhead seemed to be in a lot of pain as you noticed the blood coming out of a hole in her jacket. Seeing that she had been shot, you suddenly remembered the bullet that had nicked you, pain suddenly flashing through your shoulder and prompting a pained groan to escape your lips. You began to feel light headed and faint as your brain began to attempt to process what had actually happened.

“We need to get a doctor here.” Sam abruptly stated to one of the guards, clearly having taken notice of yours and the redhead’s conditions. “If we don’t put pressure on those wounds they’re gonna bleed out—”

Before Sam could finish, the guard on the left brandished an electric prod to intimidate you guys and assert themselves as not some lowly caretaker for you "criminals" . Almost as if in a blur, the same guard suddenly turned on the other guard and stunned them with the prod instead and then kicked them in the head, knocking them unconscious, all before removing their helmet to reveal a young woman with dark hair.

��Agh. That thing was squeezing my brain.” The mysterious lady groaned before looking up at Captain America, then at you and Sam, then back to Captain America. “Who’re these guys?”

[andrew2luv]

The Angel Next Door - Chapter 2

8:15 am…

“Good morning. Sleep well?” My mom is way too chipper in the morning.

“Yeah. I guess.”

“Wow. Very detailed answer.”

“What? Do you want me to tell you how I drooled on my pillow and rolled off the bed twice?”

“Actually, kinda.”

“You’re weird.”

“What’s up slugger?” Dave walks in.

“Nothin’.”

“Wow babe, you’re kid’s quite the wordsmith.” I’m about to respond in a not-so-nice way, but I hold it back.

“When’s the pool gonna be ready?”

“It’ll be a few weeks.” My mom hands me a glass of orange juice.

“Thanks.” I start walking away.

“Hey! No food or drinks upstairs.” I turn to face Dave, really tempted to throw the OJ in his face.

“So no water? What about vitamins? Technically they’re food.”

“Haha, smart aleck.” He turns away from me and I flip him off.

My mom gives me a look that says “stop it!” and I just turn away, leaving my OJ on the nearest table.

When I get to my room I am very tempted to slam the door, but somehow manage to not do so. I open my window and just step out onto the deck to get some fresh air for the moment. And yet again there’s Asher. He seems to be playing some video games. So I reach into my room, grab a sock, ball it up, and throw it at his window. And he doesn’t notice. Son of a bitch. So I grab a pen and throw it. This time he notices and walks over to his window.

“What you doing?”

“Just playing some Madden.”

“Sounds fun.” I stand up, run across the roof, and jump across the gap between our roofs, landing directly in front of him.

“Shit! Dude!” He looks freaked out and I just start laughing.

“It’s all good. Now, are you gonna let me in and get destroyed in Madden? Or are we gonna just stand here like some weirdos from a 90s rom-com?”

“You’re crazy.” He steps back to let me in.

“I take that as a compliment.”

“You shouldn’t.”

I sit on his bed while he grabs another controller.

“I can’t believe you’re even awake right now. Did you even sleep?”

“I don’t sleep much.”

“So you’re super athletic and don’t sleep. Are you sure you’re not Spiderman?”

“Nope. Just a retired gymnast.”

“Gymnast?”

“What? You didn’t get gymnast off me?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.”

“How are you already retired?”

“Well I guess retired isn’t the right word. Just the one my mom uses.” I spot a photo on Asher’s desk and walk over. “It’s more that I got sick of it and left.” The photo is of him and what I’m assuming are his mom, dad, and younger brother and sister. “This your fam?”

“Yeah. From our trip to the Bahamas last summer.”

“Looks fun.”

“You’re parents seem nice. Saw them unpacking yesterday.”

“Dave’s not my dad.” I make sure to emphasize that.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No problem. Most people assume that.” I sit back down next to him. “My dad’s out of the picture now. Dave’s the evil stepfather.”

“Sorry.”

“He’s just the stereotypical evil step-parent. It’s actually his fault that we moved here. Some business opportunity or whatever.”

“That sucks. I’m sorry about that.”

“You say sorry a lot.”

“Sor… Oops.” We both laugh.

“Now can we just play or are you scared of losing?”

“What? You’re the one that started talking about Dave.”

“Oh shut up!” I shove him and he shoves me back as we laugh.

“That was just dumb luck.” I stand up, throwing the controller on the bed.

“Dumb luck? 12 times in a row?”

“Oh fuck you.” Asher laughs. “Let’s do something else. Go out or something.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Out.”

“You sound like my mom.”

“I haven’t met her, but I’m assuming she’s amazing.”

“Eww.”

“Let’s go.”

“Wait. Let me at least tell my parents.”

“Fine. Come on.” I open his bedroom door and standing right there is his mom.

She smiles at me, looking very confused.

“Hi. I’m Spencer.”

“Hey.” She looks very confused, but luckily Asher comes walking up.

“He’s the new neighbor.”

“Oh! Really good to meet you. I was planning on dropping by to say hi to your parents later.”

“Oh, they’d love that.”

“I didn’t even hear you come in earlier.”

“Oh… yeah… I’m very quiet.” Asher and I share a funny look.

“Well, Spencer and I were just about to go out. Can I borrow the car?”

“Sure. Where are you guys going?”

“Oh… um…” Asher is nervous and part of me doesn’t want to save him.

“He’s going to show me around town.”

“That’s nice. You guys have fun.”

Asher and I run out to the car.

“Do you need to go and get shoes? Maybe tell your mom and Dave that you’re going out?”

I look to the house for a second.

“Nah.” I jump into the car and I just see Asher smirk at that.

“Is he really that bad?” He asks as he drives out of the driveway.

“Worse. But everyone loves him. He’s only awful to me, and never in public.”

“Like… is he…”

“No. He’s not physical. He wouldn’t even dare. I would knock him out with one hit and he knows it.”

“Damn.”

“Let’s move on to something else.”

“Like what?”

“Tell me a summary of your life… in 60 seconds.”

“Oh…”

“Begin!”

“Shit! My name is Asher Angel…”

“Angel?”

“Shh. Since I was a kid I’ve been very into acting and singing. Got my first big gig at the age of six. From there on I’ve done a lot of plays and then a few small gigs before getting a major role on Disney Channel’s Andi Mack. I’ve released multiple albums. Then I got the role as Billy Batson in Shazam.”

“Five seconds.”

“Oh, and I love Top Golf, basketball, and my sibling’s names are Avi and London.” I just look over at him, unable to speak. “You good?”

“Um… describe good.” We both laugh. “Well, now I feel ridiculous. How did I not recognize you? I’ve seen Shazam!”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I liked it a lot too.” Asher can’t help but laugh. “Well, now I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.”

“And now my life story feels pathetic.”

“I doubt it. No way your life could be boring. The first time I saw you you were sneaking off your roof.”

“ It’s fine. Let’s move on.”

“Come on. I won’t judge.”

“Wait! Stop here!” I point to our left.

“What? The playground?”

“What? It’s empty.” He pulls over and I quickly get out of the car.

I rush over to the bars. I jump on them and just start swinging around.

“You’re crazy.”

“Come on. Who says a playground is just for kids?”

“Everyone.”

“Well, kids can’t do this.”

I know this isn’t the safest, but at this point, I don’t care. So I push with all my force and spin around the pole. I spin a few more times before letting go and doing a simple under swing dismount.

“Shit!” Asher starts clapping.

“Thank you. Thank you.” I bow to him.

“I think it’s so cool that you can do that.”

“It is pretty cool, isn’t it? Bars aren’t really my thing though. I’m more of a floor guy.”

“Floor guy? That sounds a bit gross.” We both laugh.

“Eww.” I step back and quick front handspring.

“Shit. Can you do the splits?”

“Of course. But not in these pants.”

“So why’d you quit? You’re so good.”

“Swings!” I run to the swings.

“You’re really good at avoiding things. You know that, right?” Asher sits on the swing next to me.

“I know. You got a girlfriend?”

“Wow. What a transition there!”

“And?”

“No. I don’t have a girlfriend. Well, I did, but we broke up a few months ago.”

“Bummer.”

“And you? You leave a girl behind?”

“Oh god no. But I’ve had a few boyfriends. Not a recent one though.”

“Oh... “ I love seeing people’s faces when they realize I’m gay. “Sorry I assumed.”

“It’s fine. Most people do.”

“So you’re out?”

“Yeah. For two years now.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, are your parents fine with it?”

I sit there for a second and just stare forward. Part of me just wants to run, but I’m honestly just too tired to keep running.

“Well, my mom was fine with it. She told me she knew for a long time.” I feel my heart racing, thinking about all of this. “As for my dad…” I literally begin feeling my chest moving at a dangerous speed.

“You okay?”

“Not really.” I find my eyes tearing up, but then I just laugh.

“You sure.”

“Not really.” I laugh again. “When I was six my parents divorced. And I was given the choice of who I wanted to live with. I choose my dad.”

“Oh…” I can tell he’s intrigued like it’s a telenovela… and it is.

“So I lived with him. But I still saw my mom every weekend. We were close. But I was much closer with my dad.”

“That’s nice.” I can’t help but laugh at that and he just looks at me confused.

“Two years ago I came out to my parents. My dad couldn’t handle it. He kicked me out. I didn’t even get to pack. My mom picked me up and she had to pack all my stuff.”

“Damn. I’m sorry.” It is a struggle to not let my tears out right now.

“It’s all good.”

“Have you talked to him at all?”

“Nope. Haven’t heard a single word from him for two years now.”

“I can’t imagine that.”

“It’s fine. I’ve moved on.”

“There’s no moving on from that.” And then I snap, tears slowly falling down my face.

“God I wish I had my flask right now.” Asher and I both laugh a little. “Ugh, I hate this.” I wipe my tears.

“It’s not a bad thing to cry.”

“I know…”

“Really. Emotions aren’t a bad thing. If you ever need to talk about anything just jump on over.”

“Thanks…” I look at him. “Are you sure you’re straight?” I laugh, but I notice he doesn’t.

“Wanna go get some ice cream?”

“Look who’s avoiding things now?” We both laugh. “Come on. Ice cream sounds perfect.”

[teacup-crow]

Having Fun

 Zombies, Make! round 3, using three prompts - a skateboarder, the ZRTM quote “what’s the point in staying alive if you’re not having fun?” and a step-by-step to lifting someone unconcious/prone. Shout out @puptart and @crownleys

The Kytan/Yang/Cameo/Andrew gang test Kefilwe’s limits. This is set early on in Season 3, but spoilers for S3M26 as that’s when these characters show up. It’s very silly but I hope you enjoy it!

Kytan is the king of the kick-flip, the ninja to defeat all ninjas, the master of martial arts. He can handle a puny little skateboard.

Or so Cameo reckons, twisting the chains of her swing up into a giant knot, then riding the wave of euphoria as it swivels itself back to normal at top speed. “Whooo-hoo! Anyway, as I was saying, you can definitely do this. I double-triple-quadruple-dog-dare you.”

“Runner Eleven, Runner Thirteen, I would like to reiterate that this detour is ill-advised,” Kefilwe sighs heavily. “I have no cameras on the playpark area. There are countless unknown dangers.”

“Sam would let us have fun,” Kytan whines, only semi-jokingly. Cameo rolls her eyes at him.

“What Ky means is that we’re keeping an eye out, Kefi. Andrew and Yang aren’t far off, and they’ll yell if they hear or see anything weird. Besides, this place was cleared out months ago, and we have half an hour spare. What’s the point of staying alive if we can’t enjoy the little things, huh?”

The sun bounces off the metal slide, as bright as her words, the rubber of the swing beneath her legs hot and cracking. Kytan balances at the top of the slide, on the board, teetering ever so slightly. The red paint of the long-abandoned recreation ground is burnt and peeling in the summer sun – all things considered, it’s been a dismal supply run. But this has been one of their favourite spots since Andrew first accidentally stumbled through it and wound up surrounded by eyeless zombie children.

Well, Andrew wasn’t so keen on the place, but it had kind of become theirs by right.

Kefilwe sounds a slightly defensive. “I know how to enjoy the little things, Thirteen.”

“Oh yeah? When’s the last time you took a break?”

“And was it before or after 1995?”

“Just this morning, in fact, I treated myself to a mug of cocoa.”

“Doc…” Kytan frowns, confused. “That’s not fun.”

Cameo cuts in. “You still got up at four-thirty AM!”

“Fun is this awesome ollie I’m about to show Cammie just to prove that I can do one.”

“Using an abandoned skateboard you fixed with gaffa tape is not fun, it is an accident waiting to happen.”

“He’s done stupider things. Anyway, we all know Kytan’s immune to pain.”

“And I was double-triple-dog-dared!”

Kefilwe covers her face with her hands, the motion almost audible. “He is not immune to breaking his neck, though, is he?”

“I like to say that you never know until you try.”

“Runners! Please! I do not think it is fair to try this on me when I am new to comms. I am not a supply teacher!”

“We do this with everyone, I promise,” Cameo replies. “All right then, Ky. Three, two, one…”

Kytan shuts his eyes, stuck out his tongue in concentration and pushed off.

Almost immediately, the board splits in two. Kytan’s flight is spectacular, slow motion, a flying-through the air ending in an almost graceful tuck and roll onto the asphalt. “Shit!”

“Is he all right? Thirteen?!”

“He knows how to fall, we’ll say that much.”

“Uh, Cammie…” Attempting to pick himself up, he looks towards her, and raises a trembling finger.

“Are you okay there, doofus?” For the first time, the bantering tone drops from her voice, replaced by concern and genuine affection. His ankle looks a little worse for wear, his hands dripping in blood, his shaking less pure adrenaline and more-

She whips her head around. Andrew and Yang are approaching the park gates at full sprint, unclipping heavier supplies from their packs. And the only reason to do that is-

“Ace, I think that’s a horde.”

“Horde!”

“HORDE!” Yang screams, throwing her his pack and scooping Kytan up and over his shoulders in one fluid movement.

To her credit, Kefilwe keeps her head. “Okay. You’ll come back into camera range in ten minutes if you head east, on to the main road from earlier. Try to avoid losing supplies if you can.”

“Bit late for that, Doc,” Cameo replies, vaulting the fence as she follows in the men’s footsteps. “Paint’s gone, but we’ve still got most of the scavenged wiring.”

“Better than nothing. Keep talking, Runner Thirteen; please keep me aware of all movement. I have your location plotted on the map. Do not look behind you.”

“Seconded,” Andrew adds. “It’s more bloody kids.”

“Did you two forget to take it in turns on the play equipment?” Yang manages. Kytan’s laugh is strained.

“Next time, I’ll remember to give the zombies a push on the swings.”

“That’s us coming up on the golf course, Doc.”

“Good. Keep going. Runners, how many zombies can you see behind you?”

“…there’s a point where you stop thinking in numbers and start thinking in waves?”

“That point is about forty.” Andrew sputters. “And Jesus those are close!”

“I am sorry, but you’re going to need to go faster, Runners.”

“Our favourite phrase,” Cameo quips, and then shrieks as she feels fingers nearly brush her shirt. “Oh my God, this is it, this is it!”

“Nobody is dying on my first shift,” Kefilwe replies, a note of steel in her tone that was missing before. “Runner Thirteen, you will get back to Abel. Just keep running. Stick together. You have made it through closer calls than this. Weren’t you telling me that you’re the dream team? The dream team will not die today.”

“Okay. Yeah. Okay. We’re nearly at the road now. And we’re listening. Take us home, Doc.”

***

Four sheepish, shattered runners stand in the entrance of the medbay, clinging onto each other to hold each other up more than anything else.

“We thought we owed you an apology,” Cameo begins abruptly, swiping her damp, just-showered hair out of her face and proffering a jar. “And at the very least, honey. I keep bees, see.”

“She likes the risk. But we were stupid out there today,” Kytan adds, “And that’s coming from me.”

“And I’d have lost both of these idiots if you weren’t genuinely one of the best radio operators we’ve ever had.” Yang finishes, his arms wrapped around the two of them.

“We’re sharing a bottle of moonshine over cards in the quad this evening, if you’re in,” Andrew says, a little shy. “If you’d like to get to know the names behind the numbers, all that.”

There’s a long, apprehensive silence, until the doctor finally breaks into a smile.

“Well, what’s the point of staying alive if I’m not having fun?” They wait. “I’ll be there.”

[twinkleimagines]

✨ Decisions, decisions✨

Summary: Toms best friend Harrison is not very fond of you, like at all. You are a bit on the hood/ side and not as proper as they were raised up around and he doesn’t see you fit to be with Tom. It causes a lot of problems between the 3 of you in the long run. Does Tom listen to his best friend or does he listen to his own heart and stay with you?

“ Y/n c’mon love, we can’t keep him waiting” Tom yelled down the hall towards the guest bathroom. You were getting dressed to go meet Toms best friend Harrison for the first time while they played golf and you were honestly comepletely panicking. You had met his family and they all seemed to love you, but a mans best friend will be the first to convince him whether who he’s picked as a partner is right or not. You had heard nothing but good of Harrison so you assumed he would like you, but it was still scary to think about.

“ I know I know I’m coming babe” you responded back . You looked over your outfit again, making sure you looked good . You had on high wasted blue leggings, laces down the sides of your legs, and a white crop top that was only wide enough to cover your breasts. Your hair was in a partial ponytail on the top, the rest flowing down your back. You had light make up on as well as some jewelry, and peach Nike Air Force 1s to finish the look. ( All thanks to Fashion Nova) .

“ who told you you could look this good? ” Tom asked jokeingly standing at the entrance of the bathroom door. You giggled shaking your bottom at him some before looking back in the mirror, fixing your hair.

“ you don’t look so bad yourself handsome” you replied. He was dressed in a tight fitted purple shirt, a black hat on and black pants that just all fit him so perfectly. He grinned widely before looking down at his feet bashfully.

“ love, you look amazing c’mon we’re suppose to meet him there in 30 minutes”.

“ okay okay I’m done” you said grabbing your purse and your phone, walking up to him. You quickly gave him a peck on his lips before squeezing past him , heading for thefront door.

***

“ Tom I don’t even know how to Golf I’m just going to look like and idiot standing there” you stated as you pulled up at the golf course .

“ it’s okay” he laughed turning the car off. “ you’re just coming with to have a good time darling not a golf lesson”. You nodded in agreement before getting out of the car yourself . You rode in the Golf cart in silence, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

“ calm down love” Tom said placing his hand on your rapidly shaking thigh. You hadn’t even noticed how fast you were bouncing your leg, sort of a habit when you were nervous. You literally didn’t know a thing about Golf at all and here you are having to impress someone while playing.

Sure enough when Tom pulled the golf cart up to the field they would be playing on, Harrison was already there . The field was huge and fortunately you guys had it to yourself .

“Ello mate!” Tom yelled out to Harrison, grabbing his attention. Harrison looked up with a big smile, happy to see the both of you but his eyes instantly adverted to your choice of clothing. You instantly felt like you had made the wrong decision, your heart beating even faster.

“ I’m y/n is good to finally meet you!” You moaned, reaching out to shake Harrison’s hand.

“ likewise” was all he could say, shaking your hand with his. You stood awkwardly had Tom and Harrison talked over their plans on Golfing. They had chatted up while playing, mainly Tom telling Harrison what all the both of you had been up to. They had seen each other only twice in the past two months since you and Tom started your relationship. It wasn’t because of the relationship obviously but because of Toms hectic schedule. You were just more available to travel with him than Harrison ever has been .

Unfortunately though Harrison put the blame on you. He felt that Toms fairly new relationship made him forget about Harrison. His pride and ego wouldn’t dare allow him to actually tell anyone that though so no one was able to tell him otherwise.

“ darling come give it a try” Tom suggested, stepping back away from the golf ball on the ground. You smiled uncomfortably.

“ I don’t know what to do “ you said while walking towards the both of them.

“ it’s easy, right Harrison?” Tom said looking at Harrison. Harrison just shrugged as if he wasn’t too interested in anything that involved you. “ okay so you’re going to stand right here, feet spread apart” Tom said grabbing ahold of your hips. “ arch your back just a little “ he stated pushing on your lower back a little . You arched your back some , pushing your bottom out . You could feel Toms crotch pressed up against your bottom now causing you to smirk.

“ I like this, I just might have to come out here more often “ you grinned looking back behind you. Tom chuckled loudly shaking his head at you.

“ behave” he stated before reaching down grabbing a hold of your hands against the club. “ so you’ll just want to line the end of your club with the ball, and focus on the distance from the ball to your hole” . You giggled thinking inappropriate thoughts from his comment of ‘ balls to your hole’ .

“Y/n stop” he said laughing along with you.

“ okay okay” you said straightening yourself back out before taking your swing at he ball. To everyone’s surprise you had made it into the hole on your first try.

“Ha!” You laughed, turning towards Tom and Harrison. “ what u know bout them boys” you said flipping your hair over your shoulder.

“ holy shit” Tom said standing in shock. Harrison on the other hand didn’t seem in the most appealed at all. The rest of the afternoon went about the same , yoh and Tom joking with each other and Harrison doing his best to avoid any conversation with you.

“ I’m beat man” Tom said standing next to Harrison. You 3 had been out there for a while and the sun was causing you to sweat in places you wish you hadn’t . “ are we all still going back to my place for dinner and movies?” He asked looking back between the both of you Harrison.

“ beeett I’m down” you beamed excitedly. Harrison on the other hand didn’t look excited in the list.

“ I probably shouldn’t I got some things goin on” he stated looking over at Tom.

“ c’mon mate we haven’t seen each other in ages “ Tom said popping his hand against Harrison’s bicep.

“ yeah I noticed” Harrison scoffed out, looking at you. Tom didn’t realize what Harrison was implying but you did without a doubt .

*

Tom managed to convince Harrison in tagging along surprisingly . You had given up trying to impress him, realizing that he was putting you to blame for Toms absences in his life which wasn’t at all the case.

“ thank you!” Tom said grabbing the to go food from the cashier before wrapping his free arm around your waist.

“ babe you don’t have to force Harrison to spend time with me anymore, I can go chill somewhere else” you stated, pushing some of your hair behind your ear nervously.

“ what? What do you mean ‘force’?” He questioned as you walked back to the car. You sighed heavily. Would Harrison not being fond of you jeopardize your relationship or would it just be a set back for Tom?

“ he doesn’t like me Tom” you stated lowering your head. You really hated it . You wanted Harrison’s approval the most and you had absolutely no idea how to get it.

“ what? Of course he does Darling” Tom reassured. “ you’re just over thinking it to much love stop stressing” he said George kissing your temple. You sighed before nodding. You knew Tom was wrong but you didn’t want to press on it any longer than needed. The ride back to Toms place was peacefully quiet, the wind blowing in the both of your hair in his convertible, the sun glistening against Toms soft skin. You never felt so lucky to have such a perfect boyfriend and the fear of losing him was really starting to sink in .

“ he’s already here?” You questioned as you noticed Harrison’s car in driveway.

“ yeah he’s got a key” Tom said getting out of the car. You got even more anxious realizing you didn’t even have time to prepare yourself once again to try to impress Harrison. When you walked in Harrison was sitting on the couch on his phone, next to your pile of laundry that you had forgotten to put up this morning.

“ oh my gosh I’m so sorry” you pleaded with a little bit of laughter, grabbing up the pile of clothes. “ I totally forgot them this morning” you said looking at Harrison. He didn’t even bother to look up from his phone to acknowledge you.

“ it’s fine” he mumbled under his breath. You wouldn’t have even heard his response if you weren’t actually looking for it.

“ okay” you said awkwardly before walking to the bedroom , tossing the clothes down on the bed. You quickly grabbed out a gray strapless romper pajama outfit of yours and a pair of slippers for the movie, needing something more comfortableto wear.

Tom had gotten you this romper specifically because it showed every curve on your body and he loved looking at your body. You made your way back into the built in theater where Tom was already at setting up the food .

“ what movie are you picking out?” He said walking up behind you, his hands rubbing against your bottom.

“ a scary one “ you said with excitement. Horror was your ultimate favorite genre, especially now because it gave you an excuse to sit super close to Tom.

“ oh , now why did you pick this outfit? “ Tom asked, pulling your hips back until your bottom was against his crotch. His bulge was very prominent.

“ oohh “ you said , moving your hips in a slow swaying motion against him. He moaned softly in your ear, as you continued pressing up against him.

“ stop” he groaned out. “ before we end up pulling a wuicky in the bathroom” he stated stepping back from you.

“ who said that would be a bad id-“

“ did you guys forget about me?” Harrison said standing in the doorway.

“ of course not lad c’mon then” Tom said looking over his shoulder. You grinned while you watched Tom trying to hide his very noticeable boner while walking out of the theater. “ get settled I’ll go grab some drinks” he said excusing himself. You and Harrison stood in silence across from each other in silence before you sighed heavily turning around to face the big screen.

“ have you seen ‘It’ the second one?” You asked scrolling through the horror movie section.

“ no, and I don’t particularly care for it neither” he stated hatefully , plopping himself down on one of the recliners. You stood still for a second before turning and looking at him.

“ what did I do?” You said throwing your hands up. Harrison looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. You scoffed. “ it’s clear you don’t like me, so I’m asking what the hell did I do to you?” At that moment Tom had walked in, stopping behind Harrison. You didn’t know if Harrison had noticed Tom or not when he stood up, back still facing Tom.

“ I’m sorry but I just don’t think you’re best for my friend” he stated crossing his arms. “ he’s so Involved In you that he can’t even spend time with anyone else .” You tossed your head back with a sarcastic laugh. “ and then this” he said pointing down to your attire. “ you’re meeting his best friend and dressing like that . You say highly in appropriate things, and I just don’t see what he sees in you” . You could feel a lump in the back of your throat forming, tears seconds away from falling.

“ I see a beautiful, talented, confident, hilarious, intelligent, supportive woman who shouldn’t listen to a word you just said” Tom piped up , startling Harrison. ” look mate you’re my best bud but I am in love with that woman and everything about her . Since we’ve been together I’ve been working a lot and she just so happen to have an available schedule so she was able to come with me” he stated walking back over towards you. “ you just didn’t bother to realize that’s why we haven’t gotten together because you just assumed it was her fault instead of asking me” . At this point Harrison had his head down shamefully .

“ Harrison I’m sorry you don’t like me” you stated . “ but I really really love Tom , and I am so happy with him.” Harrison sighed before nodding .

“ look I’m sorry okay” he stated running his hand through his hair. “ it was wrong of me to judge you right off the bat, I just want what’s best for him, and if he’s happy then I’m happy for him.” Tom walked up to Harrison hugging him.

“ I’m beyond happy man” Tom said looking back towards you. You grinned before grabbing the remote.

“ well now that that’s over can we get back to the movie?” You asked turning towards the screen. 

You all had spent the rest of the night full of laughter, Harrison actually enjoying your presence this time.

🤍🤍🤍 credit to ig model and artist- Malutrevejo for the first photo❤️

[dalnim96]

mood swing

➡ summary: bla bla you are happily married to jungkook and he’s perfect, you are perfect until he starts to behave strangely.

➡ pairing: jungkook | female reader

➡ words: 5k

➡ genre: fluff | expecting parent!au

➡ note: sorry for the summary. i don’t know how to put it in short. and this story is originally written with kim jongdae as the main character in my asianfanfics account but since he is off limits now, i decided to change it into jungkook and repost it here. unedited. pardon my vocab and grammar.

Waking up in the morning was never something that you can do with such ease but today it feels different, a good different you might say. There are no words to express it – you know that day when you felt extra giddy that you don’t even know why – that is probably the most exact explanation that can explain your feelings at the moment. You’ll take it as a calling card for something good that might happened later.

You sit on the bed and ruffle your messy bed-hair, and eyes squint to avoid the sun rays that pierce into the room as you forgot to close the curtain last night. Taking a glimpse, you could see the blue skies, feel the calm breeze softly graze over your skin, and the ambient temperature… it compliments everything.

You’d love for a good starter.

While slipping on your slipper, you take a quick glance at the figure sleeping soundly next to you, with his mouth slightly open, creating soft snores.

A smile crept on your face.

You have always wondered. How can a fully grown-up man still look like a baby when they were sleeping?

Perhaps every single person that you love will always look good no matter what they do. Seeing how calm the man is in his sleep, you wish to crave the image in your memories.

Lightly caresses Jungkook’s hair, you gave him a peck on the cheek. It is still early and you decide to let him sleep in for another minute since he’s probably tired from all of his work.

You tie your hair into a messy bun and were about to leave the bed but Jungkook’s arm swiftly caught you by your waist and pull you until your back hit his bare chest. You yelp as you felt him snuggling closer.

He mumbles something along the line like ‘if you leave the bed, I’ll freeze to death’ which you chuckle and lean your head on top of his bare chest, peppering it with chaste kisses.

It made a wide smile to appear on his face.

Giving the last peck on the tiny mole just right under his left nipple, you then look at him sternly.

“Enough. I need to cook breakfast and clean the house.”

“It’s Saturday,” he whined.

You give him a pat on his shoulder before detangling his arms from your body after so much difficulty.

“I know. That’s why I need to clean up the house. We’re both busy on weekdays and have no time to clean the house. I can even see a thick fine dust in our room.”

He makes a face, still keeping his eyes close and snuggles more into the blanket.

“Will you let me do my chores now, Your Highness?” you joked.

He sighs and points at his left cheek. You knew it was a signal for you to give him a kiss but you pinched his cheek instead and ran out of the room, laughing.

“Wait until I’m all awake!” you heard him holler from inside the room.

You hang the last cloth onto the hanging line before you head inside the house. As you walk past the living room to get into the kitchen where the laundry room is located, your nose crinkle in irritation at the scene in front of you.

On the coffee table, you spot two empty cans of diet cola, an empty packet of chips, and a half-bowl of popcorn.

“Honey, make sure you clean that up, okay. I just finished vacuuming that side an hour ago,” you emphasize it for him to take the hint.

He lifted an OK sign with his fingers but his eyes never left the screen.

You looked at Jungkook sprawls on the couch, looking bored at the tv program with the remote control in his hand. As he was flipping through the channel, you watch as his free right-hand reach over to the bowl and pop a fistful of popcorn into his mouth.

This is strange, you thought to yourself.

For someone who always takes good care of his health, seeing Jungkook munching all of the snacks is still a rare sight for you to see. Usually, he’d been the one who would refuse to eat fried chicken for supper because he doesn’t want to destroy his muscles.

Perhaps today is his cheat day.

You shrug and went back into the kitchen. That is when your jaw dropped for the second time.

“Honey did you… use the microwave for the popcorn?”

He looked over his shoulder, at you. “Yeah.”

“O.M.G.”

You want to laugh. As far as you know, Jeon Jungkook, the man you are married to was never – by never you mean absolutely never – fond of using the microwave because he thought it would explode or something but seeing him with the freshly ‘popped’ corn has caught you in between thoughts.

He wasn’t possibly lying to you this whole time… oh, never mind.

He’d probably found courage from his dream or something so you don’t really want to think a lot about it right now. You wanted to get done with the chores and get some rest.

“Shoot!” he suddenly shouts.

His loud voice sounds alarming that you put down the laundry basket swiftly and make a beeline out of the laundry room towards him in the living room.

“What? What happened?”

He points at the screen and your eyes followed.

“That bulgogi looks so delicious right now.”

Your brows crease as you let his words to digest in your brain. That running is all for nothing. What a waste of breath.

“I thought you injured yourself or something. Honey, you scare me.”

You forget to mention that you married an impulsive person. He loves to do things unexpectedly which is not something new so you didn’t find this quite odd.

“I’ll cook it for today’s lunch then,” you said while thinking of the ingredients in the fridge that is probably enough for you to create the recipe.

You pick up the trash and put away the bowl but he sat up almost immediately and grabs your hand when he saw you putting away his popcorn. “No-” he said with a mouth still full, “Don’t put it away and… I want to eat Bulgogi now.”

You stand straight.

“Honey…” your word trailed off, mouth open and loose like a fish that jumps out of the water as you stare at Jungkook as if he had just grown a pair of golden horns.

“Babe, we have just eaten breakfast about an hour ago, and do you even realize that you’re eating snacks right now?” you ask, hands on your sides.

He looks down to the bowl he snatched from your hand and pout. He put the bowl back on the table and stares at you with his doe-like eyes.

Your breath hitched.

It is your weakness. You always tend to give up whenever he acts cute around you. He used it a lot to get away from trouble whenever you sense one.

“This is a bit weird but I am hungry... again and I don’t know why…” he mumbles.

He himself notices that he is being extraordinarily irritable to you but he also couldn’t find the answer to his strange behavior. All he knows after he had thrown up twice after breakfast, his desire to eat increased almost to the point that he hates and loves it at the same time. It seems like his mind and heart are not on good terms today.

“I’ll cook it for today’s lunch. Not now. Period!” you speak with a stern voice before going back to clean up the mess.

There’s no way you will starve your husband but it makes no sense for a person who always takes care of his body to suddenly change overnight.

You steal a glance at Jungkook, trying to see any hint of weirdness - despite from him already being weird - in case a hungry demon possesses your husband while he is sleeping last night.

“Look at that.” his voice trailed as you followed his eyes to the TV channel again.

“Gosh, that looks delicious.” you heard him.

Reluctantly, you heave a loud sigh.

“Fine. I’ll cook it for you– wipe off your drool!”

It didn’t go unnoticed. With you being a keen observant, it is easy to figure out Jungkook’s peculiar antics today, again, after lunch. Usually, he would help you do the dishes - more like he would just back hug and pamper you with kisses while you were the one doing the dishes - but today, after he finishes the meal, he quickly went into the bedroom and came out ten minutes later with a face pale as if he just saw a ghost lurking around in the bedroom.

You had your brow raised. “You okay? Did you throw up again?!”

He makes an unpleasant expression and you quickly rush to help him settles on the couch. You then took the chance to put the back of your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature but it feels normal that you can’t conclude that he is having a fever. You were about to help him lay down on the couch when he, out of the blue, push your hands away and wrinkles his nose in disgust.

What?

You are shocked, your body went rigid and both hands that he pushes away froze on the spot. It made you lost for words. He turned away slightly, avoiding your eyes. You stood there, the body still half-bent, staring at him without blinking.

Jungkook groans, snapping you out from your thoughts. His face starts to appear a little reddish and skin glistens with sweat that has made you worry but you hesitate for a second.

It was the first time Jungkook ever pushes you away. He is usually the one to initiate intimacy between both of you and when he rejects you, it is sure taking a toll on your emotion.

It feels like your throat is tightening as if you had swallowed a huge golf ball that is hard to pass through. It is hard to admit but sadness flowed through your vein and it is messing up with your mind. You are a little bit confused and hurt of course; contemplating whether you should ignore his antics or do the exact opposite of it.

Back when you were still in college, some students call you land mine. If you miss your step, it will kaboom!

You don’t really show your emotion but if there is something that makes you extremely sad or angry until it reaches your limits, you can blow up, creating a big, big mess.

This whole thing with Jungkook, it upset you, seriously but even he doesn’t know what’s happening to him. You both do get into a lot of fights before marriage but now that you both are tied, you always told yourself to understand that compromise is a necessary part of any successful, enduring marriage. You always stick with the belief that in marriage, two people need to work together as a team and each person must give and take once in a while. You love Jungkook so that’s why you always go with the first option.

Let’s pretend that it didn’t happen.

You are trying to be rational at the moment. Jungkook may be older but it doesn’t mean that he is matured enough (sometimes) during fights. His competitive spirits are out of this world while you are always the forgiving one. It seems unfair sometimes but so far there isn’t any huge problem regarding this and you are pretty much cool about this; only if the problems are tolerable enough for you to take in. You have a deal with much more head-splitting matter even before you met him so it’s easy for you to tolerate with him.

While you are still on freeze, Jungkook then pushes himself to sit and lean his back to the back rest of the couch; his breath quivers in soft, short gasps and eyes completely train on you. It flashes with different sorts of emotions, making you gulp unconsciously.

“Are you okay?” you start off slow when he doesn’t seem to be talking soon.

At your word, he reaches over to hold your hand and you took his action as an apology. He has the soft look that you recognize whenever he is feeling apologetic to you. Knowing that he is not good with words, he always shows it through actions and you appreciate it much, especially in this kind of situation.

“Want to tell me what is going on?” you asked again.

Jungkook pulls you into a hug for just a few seconds before releasing you. The same, disgusted expression plasters on his face again. You pout.

“Why do you smell like trash?”

Blinks.

“Sorry?”

You blink at his sudden question. Contrary to his innocent face, his question has taken you off your feet. You grimace for standing up way too quick, making you a bit dizzy. You compose yourself, try to ease the dizziness. When the sensation is gone, you find yourself glaring at him.

“What do you mean I smell like trash?”

He nods.

“That wasn’t very nice of you.” you mutter, discontent by his word.

Jungkook is currently taking a nap on the couch in the living room. Heavy silence settles all over the house, only the sound of the wind, the trees and rustling of leaves from outside can be heard as you keep the backyard door opened. Usually it would calm you down but today it gives off the feeling for an awkward silence.

You are currently sitting at the dining table, with your laptop, and a few papers work that you think it’d be great if you can at least do some work to kill some time.

You pause your work for a moment and turn to look at your husband on the couch. You will never get yourself used to the image presented in front of your eyes. He looks so peaceful, looks much more normal now. Jungkook’s sharp features are much softer in his sleep. His heart thumps in accordance with slow breaths, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Despite that, your mind keeps working madly, making you wonder. There are tons of questions that come into your mind at the moment. What if once he wakes up, he’ll do something weird again? Will there be an explanation for his behavior? Again?

You draw a deep breath, throwing away the negative thoughts you had and just hope for everything will be fine after he wakes up.

As you were about to get yourself another cup of coffee, you heard the beeping sound coming from the front door. On alert, your feet scramble to the front door but before you could see the ‘intruder’ from the peep-hole, someone walks into the house with food containers wrapped in bojagi on both of her hands.

“Mother!” you gasped, rushing to help your mother-in-law.

She smiled when she saw you.

“How are you doing, sweetie?” she greets as you took the items from her hands. You let her take off her shoes while you bring the food into the kitchen.

“Everything is perfectly fine, I guess?” you answered from the kitchen, unsure if your answer is the one she has been wanting to hear.

She stopped to look at her son sleeping on the couch and she clicks her tongue in disapproval.

“Look at him. Useless. How can he choose to sleep while his wife is struggling alone?” she complains.

She went over to him and gave a hard smack on his bottom when the man yelp but he went back to sleep just like nothing happened.

“Why did I give birth to a lazy kid?” she mumbles, walking into the kitchen.

“You brought us so much food. You must be busy this morning. How are we going to finish all of this?”

The elder woman helps you to unpack and store the food she brought into the fridge.

“I cook this,” she pointed at the side dishes she brought, “…and your father-in-law helped me to grill the eels.”

“Speaking of father-in-law, where is he?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Perhaps he went to drink rice wine with his friends somewhere around the neighborhood.”

“Day drinking?” you asked, surprised.

Jungkook’s mother scoffed. “You know him! No matter how many times you told him it’s bad for his health, he’ll never listen.”

You bite your inner cheek.

She has been talking about her husband’s bad drinking habit every single time someone talked about him. It always put you in an awkward position. One wrong word could make it difficult for you. You can act silly with your parents but you have no intention to do the same with your parent-in-law. Having them to trust you with their son is already a big honor for you.

“You brought mulberries too?” you decided to change the topic.

“You said you love it when you went to our house at that time.”

“That was around two months ago.”

She nudged your side lightly. “I have quite a strong memory for someone old like me.”

You chortle. “What are you talking about? People used to call you my older sister when I was back at your house.”

You both laughed at that.

It was so long since you visited your in-laws because of your work but you’re glad she is here right now. Her presence can take you off from Jungkook’s ‘problem’ for a moment.

“But you need to hide that. If Jungkook found it, he’s going to eat it. He knows he has severe allergy on berries but he still ate it.”

You nodded, remembering the moment when you and Jungkook first met. It still made your lips curve up at the memories.

It was three years ago, you were hanging out with your friends at your favorite bar when Jungkook approached you (while pretending to be cool) and asked if you’d like to go for another round with him.

He was flirtatious at the time and you find it funny but it was cringe-worthy especially when he reached for your drink for a sip. He was so into himself, oblivious that your drink was black mulberry margarita – which not even a minute later, got him struggling on the wooden floor of the bar, clutching on his throat for help.

It caused quite a scene at the bar with the bright blue and red lights ablaze from the ambulance at such a small alley and paramedics carrying a stretcher with a clumsy man on it who apparently has allergy on berries but completely forgot about it in the sake of flirting with a woman he caught his eyes on.

You and your mother-in-law were chatting at the backyard when your ears caught a crashing sound coming from the kitchen. Your conversation halted, you immediately spring up from your sit.

“What is that sound?” the old lady asked.

“I’ll… go and take a look.”

You rushed inside and straight into the kitchen only to find your husband lying unconscious on the marbled kitchen floor. In a silent panic, your eyes travel to the shattered glass pieces near his place, clear evidence for the crashing sound you heard before.

“H-Honey…” your voice trembles.

You stood frozen at the threshold of your kitchen, unable to move. Your heart starts to beat faster as sweats started to form on your body.

“Oh God!” your mother-in-law rushes past you and crouch at her son.

“Help him, sweetie!”

It was your mother-in-law’s voice that snapped you out from your walls and you rushed to help her by grabbing the broom to swipe away the glasses.

“I think he ate the mulberries.”

The woman sighed in both frustration and also alarmed by the situation. Although she is scared for her son’s health, it is not the first time that Jungkook ever collapsed after eating berries. Even when he was a lot younger, he used to ask help from their neighbor to bring him to the hospital because he didn’t want his mother to get mad at him for eating berries in secret.

“Call 119.”

You stare at Jungkook who is currently resting on the hospital bed after his treatment. The soft snores coming from him tells you that he is doing better now.

“Silly.”

It was exactly as you and your mother-in-law expected.

Jungkook had woken up while you and your mother-in-law were having a conversation in the backyard, totally oblivious at the situation. Jungkook, on the other hand, had found and eaten the berries you had hidden deep inside the fridge which triggers his allergy.

It was a close call but the medical staff manages to soothe his allergy reaction from entering critical state after giving him shots and drawing some blood for proper diagnoses.

“Mrs. Jeon?” the previous doctor visited the bed again with a piece of paper in his hand.

“Um…” you started as he looks up at you.

“You’re talking to two Mrs. Jeon here.” you point at yourself and your mother-in-law.

A loud chortle erupts from him. “Sorry about that. Can I talk to patient Jeon Jungkook’s wife then?”

“Can both of us...”

“Oh, sure.” he nods and moves closer to you while your mother-in-law stands on the side of the bed with ears wide open to hear something from the doctor.

“From the blood sample here,” he points at the paper, “we didn’t find anything that could trigger his nausea as you mention but we found that the patient has an allergy for berries. Are you two well aware of it?” he asks both of you.

“Yes, we…” you glance at your mother-in-law before continuing, “…we knew about that.”

He nods in confirmation and proceeds explaining about the cautious steps you and your husband need to take to reduce his allergic reaction.

Your lips were press into thin line the whole time. This whole situation bothers you.

You had told the doctor that your husband was feeling sick since the morning and had it check just in case it was something serious.

It can’t be. He threw up twice and when the doctor said it was nothing, you just couldn’t get it away from your head. There’s no way a perfectly fine man would throw up for nothing unless Jungkook had been drinking behind your back, probably while you were sleeping, and woke up feeling hangover from the drinks he had.

But it doesn’t seem like that either. You would’ve known it right the moment you wake up.

“You seem to worry about it a lot,” the doctor comments after looking at your trouble face.

“It can’t be nothing. He was fine before breakfast and after that he threw up twice and…” you rake your brain trying to remember anything out of the ordinary that Jungkook did today.

“…ah, he also said I smell like trash.” You unconsciously sulk.

Your words went clearly into your mother-in-law's ear and she gasps dramatically, hands move up to her chest. She looks at her son on the bed and gives a brutal smack on his stomach.

“This brat! How could he say that to his wife?!” she scolds the unconscious man angrily.

The doctor laughs full-bellied at the sitcom playing right in front of him. It was funny to him although he has seen patients get beaten by someone but not by their own mother who is exceptionally protective over their daughter-in-law.

“Mother…” you quickly grab her hand before she could slap Jungkook again. “People are watching.”  

He wipes off the imaginary tears before scanning the paper again, acting like nothing happened.

“He is negative on food poisoning.” he looks at you both, “and from what you had told us, there is nothing that could trigger his nausea unless…”

“Unless?” the older woman inquired.

He smiled knowingly. “Unless he is starting to experience his morning sickness.”

“I have morning sickness?”

You and your mother-in-law jumped on your spots, startled at the intrusion of a new voice joining your conversations.

“Ah, you’re awake.” The doctor said in a matter of a fact tone.

Your eyes went agape at your husband. You were too focused on the conversation that you didn’t even hear him waking up. He’d probably have been listening to everything.

“Are you feeling better?”

You brush some hair out of his eyes as the man observes his surroundings before his eyes fixed on the man in his white attire staring back at him with a serene smile.

“What do you mean I have morning sickness?” he asks the other man, ignoring your question. He just wants to make sure he’s not hearing things.

You turn back at the doctor. “Yes, what do you mean by that?”

He clicks his tongue before securing the glasses on his nose bridge.

“How do I start... okay.  This case is very rare but it is scientifically proven…” he stops to observe your faces but it only leaves a giggle out from his mouth.

The three of you had the same expression (brows knitted and mouth slightly ajar in confusion) that give out the idea that you wouldn’t even understand a word he’s going to say unless he made it short and simple for you to understand. Science is not particularly your favorite.

“Sorry, I’ll try again.” He clears his throat. “So, if the wife is pregnant, the husband can experience morning sickness instead of his wife. It is also called sympathetic pregnancy.”

Jungkook looks at you. He too as confused as you are. There’s a line forming between his eyebrows as you both try to absorb the new information ‘prescribe’ to you.

“My wife’s pregnant?” Jungkook asks.

“We need to test it out before confirming. I’m just stating my conclusion since there is nothing serious found from your blood sample, Mr. Jeon.”

“Babe…” Jungkook suddenly grabs your hand, making you look down at him.

His expression had you under a strange mix of feelings, joy, and uneasiness. He is probably feeling the same as you. You won’t deny that the doctor’s word has caught you feeling excited.

The last time you and your husband tried for a baby was probably a month ago. It could be that you are pregnant. You always have an irregular pattern of your period and seeing that you are not experiencing any morning sickness at all risen the probability.

You try to hide the smile growing on your face.

You’ve always wanted a baby with Jungkook. You both even tried to have a baby when you were still dating but it was vain.

This might be your chance to strengthen your bond with Jungkook, to be tied by a child.

You caught the expression on your mother-in-law’s face. You can tell that she is hoping for the miracle as well.

“If you want to, we can get you tested.”

The weather is gorgeous today. The day looks exactly like the one on your postcards. Baby blue skies came in contrast with various colors of the autumn foliage that strangely fits together perfectly. The air smells crisp and cold with a little feeling of damp and especially more earthy.

However the weather is getting a lot colder as the summer has lost its heat and the cold from autumn is ready to say hello to the world.

You shiver as you approach the door to your backyard.

“Honey, get inside. It’s cold.”

You beckon Jungkook to get inside the house. He is sitting inside the hanging chair while staring at that one pot of strawberry that miraculously survives through the heat of summer and now bearing delicious looking fruits.

Jungkook stands up from his sitting and walks towards your welcoming arms but you stop him when you saw the thing on his hands.

Your brows crease. “Why… are you holding that?”

He looks at the baby shoes you bought yesterday and gives a pat on the embossed decoration of a brown bear on it before smiling.

“It’s cute.”

“I know. But why are you holding it?”

He then shoves the shoes right in front of your face, “It’s for the baby. Look, this is too cute, right?” he asks you to agree with him eagerly.

He looks totally adorable that you wanted to pinch his cheeks.

“I really hope I can get into that weird mind of yours.”

You move into the house and he follows, shutting down the door.

“I’m just… so happy,” he said, hugging the shoes for one last time before putting it back to where it belongs, on top of the shelves, and approaching you.

He pulls you into a hug, with your back sticks to his chest while he rests his chin on top of your head. Back hug is practically easier than normal face-to-face hug since there is a huge obstacle standing in the way.

“Everyone’s happy. I am happy.”

You are genuinely happy.

It turns out that after the pregnancy test, you are positive of pregnant for three weeks. It feels like a huge something has been left off your body for passing level one of marriage life as if a bundle of joy has been thrown to not only both of you but also to the people around you. Your parent, your parent-in-law, and your close friends, they were on cloud nine, congratulating you and your husband for the news.

You and Jungkook spent the next day together, just lying on the bed while hugging each other without any words uttered. There are simply no words to describe your feelings.

Elated, excited, euphoric, you name it.

The both of you spend your days ahead, planning and getting ready for the future, and decided to name the baby Jeon Jungsoo after your last ultrasound scan as the obstetrician confirms that your baby is going to be a boy. You wanted the baby to live an outstanding life, just like his name.

“Today it was just the two of us and next week we are going to have my copycat running around the house,” Jungkook whispers through your hair and tightens his arms around your body.

“I hope he won’t be as naughty as you when you were a kid.”

He pushes you to face him. You chuckle as you saw his face. Pouting and brows knitted. His ‘trademark’ of a sulking face.

“I’m not naughty. Who said that?”

“Your mother.” You stated in a matter of a fact tone.

“Oh…”

His shoulder drops. He can’t argue when the facts came from the truthfully right person that is authorized to say that.

“Will you be a good daddy then?”

His face immediately glows. He snorts, looking haughty all of sudden as he expands his chest like a superhero just saved the day.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he whispers at that, afraid that the baby could catch it and come out from you and greets ‘hi, daddy. you are abso-fucking-lutely good looking!’ to him.

“I’ve waited for this my whole life!”

You snicker at that. “Yes, you sure do but I’m the one who has to bear your weird antics for twelve weeks straight, thank you.”

He grins sheepishly, follows you like a lost puppy into the kitchen.

“Sorry about that but aren’t you glad I’m the one having it?”

You had to stop whatever you were doing at the moment at that remarks. You send a piercing glare at him.

“You eat and I throw up. Heh?” he lifts his left shoulder cutely.

“You have the audacity to say that with me looking like this?!” you point at your bloated stomach.

“Try to imagine that you are the one carrying this 25kilos worth of… of watermelon in your stomach, and your kidneys just wouldn’t let you live in peace all day long, and the pain on your back always makes you think back if all of this worth your time and efforts and… and now you’re in your last trimester week and this weird yellow liquid keeps oozing out from your breasts that you need to put tissues on it in order not to stain your shirt like… like… I don’t know. What do you think, Jeon Jungkook? Still thinks that your morning sickness is much worse than all of this?”

You need to catch your breaths after firing each of your words out of your mouth like a torpedo that evidently has hit him direct to the core.

His brain stutters for a moment while every part of him goes on pause while his thoughts try to catch up with every single word. It leaves him speechless and Jungkook mentally admits that he loses. He didn’t even realize he has both arms up in the air as if he is surrendering to you now.

“Happy now?” you snapped, but immediately bite on your lower lip afterward to prevent that smile from escaping.

Gosh, he looks so cute!

“Babe…” Jungkook suddenly calls for you.

“What?”

“You… look so hot right now.”

“F.U Jungkook!”

[rotary-swing]

How To Shift Your Weight In The Golf Swing – Avoiding A Flip

Unlock the secrets of a powerful golf swing! This guide on how to shift your weight in the golf swing provides essential techniques for improving your stability and power. Perfect for golfers of all skill levels, elevate your game and achieve better results today!

[roswellroamer]

Day 12. February 10, 2020. Te Anau day ride. 155km.

Woke to low 40's and gray which made me question the Carrot and Weather Channel apps which had shown 72° and sunny. But closer inspection revealed a marine type layer probably due to the massive lake's shores which was projected to burn off by 11. The kitchen came stocked with farm fresh eggs, bowl of assorted fruit, milk, butter, juice, yogurts, cereals. We set about making some eggs and toast and then of course after finishing off yesterday's blog we grabbed the two frisbees and the "golf course diagram" and headed out. A half life sized chess board on the sprawling manicured lawn provided the tee for the first hole. All the bikes were truck tires with the hole number painted on the rubber. Got to explore their grounds and have some fun tossing the 'bee. We then got into our GoreTex gear and headed towards Milford Sound after a CalTex has stop in town. Knowing we couldn't get to Milford due to road closures/flooding we were aiming for a swing bridge made of three cables. One for your feet and one for each of your hands that spanned the west branch of the Eglinton River. It was featured in one of the NZ touring books I had bought last summer. We saw that the trail sign to identify the turn off was the Earl Mountain turnoff and headed that way. We wound a bit away from the water and gained some elevation and then came to a construction zone. Not being sure if this was related to the recent flooding we got in mine behind a few cars and waited. Maybe less than ten minutes and the opposing truck, bus and camper passed us then we were allowed to proceed. Usually the 120km up to Milford takes over two hours due to the heavy traffic. Top tourist destination in NZ, one road in and out. Lots of buses and cars jockeying to get parking at the roadside attractions. One huge benefit of having the road closed about 75km ahead was that there was hardly any traffic! Great road and scenery as jagged Teton-esque peaks wound into view between the nearly sheer yet forested canyons as we gained elevation. After passing through a few more, wait, take a wild guess... sheep farms 🐑 we came to a diversion. Funneled into a lane off the road to what appeared to be a toll booth, explained to the gal we were in search of a cable bridge off the Earl Mtn. Trail before the closed section. She allowed us to pass. So far so good.

You can tell when you enter Fiordland NP. Sure, there's a sign off to the left (but placed behind a farmer's field/fence so inaccessible for a reasonable picture). But immediately farmland disappears and you are envelopes in the eery dense tunnel of what seems to be darned close to tropical forest. With the 21 feet of annual rainfall being lush shouldn't be a surprise but the immediate drop off in brightness is dramatic as well. Almost like going in a cave. There are some open "flats" but much of the area along the one road there is heavy forest. The other concern for vehicles but especially bikes involves the encroaching algae/moss on the roads. Two tire tracks are largely clear of it but the center of the lanes and the road as well are mostly a bit greenish with the slippery stuff. Lots of "slippery when wet" signage and it wasn't for the Bon Jovi album. I imagined it could be taxing to stay in the worn and clear tire tracks on one of the 250 rainy days. With clear blue sky and dry along with no traffic, the 55,65 and 75kph turns were superb sweepers and we had a ball carving up that road. One of the stops was at Mirror Lakes. Aptly names and even though a couple of fish had disturbed the surface, the pics are keepers. We rode up into Fiordland a ways and then there was the Earl Mtn. sign. We pulled in to the parking area and saw the line of yellow tape across the entrance to the trail. Also no other vehicles were there. The sign said it was closed and also had a few poison signs around the lot. They described the poison that was dangerous to animals and people to attempt (as is often done here) eradication of a non-native predator. In this case it seemed to be some sort of weasel that was endangering a bird that lived on the ground. We had discussed this cable swing bridge and yellow tape and warnings weren't gonna stop us! We worked around the tape and stepped into a dense forest trail. The first 10 minutes took us along an occasionally muddy trail. Tons of tree roots. Most of the deep mud had sticks or small logs tossed in to provide steps but a few ill advised steps resulted in 6" plunges and lovely boot pulling sucking noises to dislodge my Alpinestar SMX-6 from the muck. Then found my way down a thirty foot hill by treading solely on exposed tree roots from one tree! (Pic above) After that, following the well marked red triangular plastic blazes into the heart of Frodo land, the forest was a magic pliant spongy floor. It took a while to figure out that about 6-8" of moss has somehow grown over a network of interconnected tree roots. When I stepped, the entire ground in a five foot radius would give in and move a bit. It was weird and beautiful. After another 10' we heard the Eglinton River and were blocked by some fallen trees and yellow tape. A work around brought me to the river just above the cable swing bridge. A very large tree had fallen on the bridge from our side and collapsed it. Instead of a V shape, the 3 cables were mostly flat but still spanning the river. Ugh. No go. Managed to work our way with some difficulty through the dense brush to get close enough for a pic on the first rung of the bridge which was also the last possible one to reach due to the tree and damage. Pic above. There was a cute little bird on the ground by the bridge remnants. He seemed happy to see us. Wasn't afraid of people evidently as he strutted about watching us, walking under the branch I was balancing on without flying away. He seemed to enjoy company. Said goodbye to my new friend 🐦 and found the blazes trail which included a half dozen improvised detours to avoid deep muck. Scaled up the root ladder which must have been connected to Eywa as the whole forest seemed a bit magical. 🌳 One couple was following our lead to enter the forbidden enchanted forest as we exited. They were disappointed to hear the wire bridge was out. The entire trail from there is about a three hour hike.

I must comment that tons of serious hikers (trampers in local speak) come here and cover long distances. Temps are good. Views and scenery fantastic. None of those deadly spiders and snakes one may encounter across the Tasman Sea in Oz. I get it, just don't love hiking that much to spend days or weeks doing it. This area shows why Peter Jackson used it for LOTR. Nearly pristine and just overwhelmingly stunning. With boots and Klim pants properly mud coated, we were now sweating quite a bit. In fact while holding my Latitude jacket I believe I finally lost my first set of reading glasses on this ride. I have a couple spares but oh well. Think they fell out as I was scaling some of the hill or tree root sections. 👓 I opened up all the vents on my jacket and pants and started the bike to stand and let the 65° breeze do its job. Turned around a couple kilometers further at Lower Holyford Rd. as the heavy machinery was at work. Estimated repair on the sign said that the road would reopen on Friday, four days from now. We stopped a few times on the way back for scenic spots that were too good to pass by. One of the files above is the .gif of some chopper footage. Stopped to watch him load and fly away with a few tanks of what may have been fuel? Most likely bound for Milford Sound which was still isolated from the rest of the country's road system. On one of the last stops Ted must've not closed his bag since when we pulled into Te Anau town center his right saddlebag/pannier was open! Ba quick inventory revealed his polartec jacket and a plastic bag with a wipe were missing. The chain lube that Kiwi gave us as well as a helmet lock were still in the pannier. Those darned side opening clamshell designs! I said I'd get a table at the Ranch outside and wait for him to hopefully retrieve his stuff. I showed him how to flip up on the iPhone to reveal exactly where that last pic was taken. He was just putting on his helmet when a white car pulls up. A guy walks out and hands him his stuff! So lucky. They are bikers and saw his stuff and followed us into town. Nice. After some thank you a they drove away and the day got even brighter. The Ranch delivered me a couple Cokes and an interesting prawn twist dish. 8 shrimp individually wrapped in a long thin dough sheet and fried so the whole 8" long finger is edible and 3 sauces to dip accompanied the serving. Then a calamari salad. 😊 Back to the homestead for some blogging (so I won't fall asleep tonight trying to get this down) and rest before we scored a reservation at the top place in town. The Redcliff cafe. Ted was here last year and unable to get in! We rode to town and were walking down the street when Ted recognized the Aussies who returned his stuff at lunchtime. We turned around and flagged them down. They were perfectly willing to join us for a thank you beer and had a nice time talking with them. They were riders but here to scatter ashes of a friend up north and had received money and were encouraged to make a great trip out of it. They had been to Burt Munro as well. Our appointed hour arrived and we were seated on the back porch of the Redcliff cafe. A few tables of Americans nearby and some conversation with a California couple by us and an excellent meal. I had a salmon tartare dish followed by venison which was amazing and a date and ice cream dessert which were each remarkable. Redcliff did not disappoint. Probably the biggest culinary splurge of the trip. Even with a couple drinks my total ended up being just over $50 and it would've been 50% more for that same meal at home. Had a great evening and got back to the homestead in dusk around 10. Ready to roll northward tomorrow. 😴

[antiques-for-geeks]

LCD Golf Games

Somebody, somewhere has to review these things?!

OK, first a little context. While my wife was in hospital waiting for the arrival of our daughter my brain desperately looked for some sort of worry release valve in the long hours between hospital visits. I did what any normal man would in this situation. I set about trying to put together the best damn collection of handheld LCD golf games the world has ever seen! They were mysterious! (nobody was interested enough to discuss them). They were plentiful! (as unwanted gifts often are). They were super cheap! (the sellers could barely give them away). Now, a couple of years later I have a happy and healthy daughter but also, crucially, a box full of assorted unplayed handheld golf games.

…and I’m going to tell you lucky people all about them!

Outside of the Nintendo’s Game and Watch series, LCD handheld games are often disregarded in the world of retro gaming. In a lot of cases this is fully justified; they lack the appealing mini-arcade aesthetic and bright colours of the larger tabletop VFD games, and there’s so much low quality landfill to be found, especially in some of the later licensed efforts from companies like Acclaim and Tiger. Let’s be honest - we only ever played them for want of something better.

Despite this I still find something fascinating about the attempt to create engaging gameplay using such limited technology. LCD games can only display their images in a series of fixed positions, so that’s a pretty severe limitation. This goes doubly for something like showing an 18 hole golf course with a variety of hazards like bunkers and lakes. Yet here are a handful of games that attempt to do just that - recreating your favourite ruined walk with what amounts to a slightly beefed up watch display.

Pro Golf 

Bandai / 1985

The first, and earliest of my collection is this effort from Bandai, a well respected and prolific handheld game maker back in the 80’s. Many of these golf games were aimed squarely at the bored executive market, and were therefore often found in plastic-leather slip cases. This one has a nice little ring bound course guide attached, filling in the details that an LCD display can’t. This is definitely the simplest of these games; your only input is to select your club and time the swing. There are no complications like shot positioning, wind direction or the camber of the green to contend with. The courses do have a selection of water hazards and bunkers to avoid. This simplicity really works in the game’s advantage, because there’s a pretty clear relation between what you think should happen and what gets shown on the screen.

All these games seem very similar when it comes to taking a shot, with a single action button. You press the button, you see your little LCD golfer take his swing, you press again (or maybe release) at the end of the up swing to select power, then again when the downswing reaches the ball for accuracy. Between this and club selection there’s enough going on to make this 100 times more engaging than what the majority of arcade style handhelds could offer at the time. It’s also worth noting that all these golf games have a two player mode where each player alternates their shot, adding to the longevity. In a twisted sort of way golf is the perfect subject for the humble handheld!

Despite this I would like to see you have tried to make me choose this over my Astro Wars tabletop back in 1985.

Summing up, there’s enough variety for this to have been a decent time waste on a long train journey (assuming you didn’t hate golf) and the graphics are nice and clear. The sound is just beeps and a crappy tune, but you can switch if off to avoid a riot in the quiet coach. A thumbs up!

World Challenge Golf 2 

Bandai / 1991

Here’s another effort from Bandai, and this one is quite a bit more involved. It’s stored in another leatherette slip case …but this time there’s a set of laminated cards provided, with the hole numbers written on each side. One end of each card has a background for the course, with the par and length to the pin, as well as a small map. The other end has the layout of the green, with some arrows showing which way it runs. Before playing each hole you slide these cards into a slot so they show behind the LCD screen, providing scenery ‘graphics’. This is exactly the kind of thing I find very cool about old tech - an ingenious solution to get around the inherent limitations of the LCD handheld. Ignore the fact that the classic Gameboy had already been released by this point and Nintendo’s Golf kicks all of these dedicated handhelds right into the gutter… using laminated cards as the background is awesome, and should be applauded.

Anyway, back to the game, you can now select shot direction, though in a very limited way. You can also see where you ball lies on the small course map, though the 3D view of the course and the swinging golfer are smaller and less detailed than the earlier game. Once you get to the green, you can see the ball position in a top-down view against the background card, and need to adjust for the camber.

Despite my admiration for the sheer ingenuity shown by this game, I have mixed feelings about it. It feels like the designers have bitten off more than they can chew. It is playable, but in trying to provide all the features of a fully fledged computer golf game it only highlights the fact that you’re not playing something better. It’s also significantly less easy to pick up and play than before.

Despite my misgivings, I like this one a lot as a collectible curiosity and it does come the closest to feeling like you’re actually in control of where the ball is going on the course. The sound is still beeps and a crappy tune which can be turned off.

Championship Golf 2

Radio Shack / Tandy / Late 1980’s?

I’ve seen various different re-branded versions of Radio Shack’s Championship Golf, but this one is a larger two screen effort, with individual buttons for club selection. No slip case this time, but it does have a built in screen protector with the course maps in a pouch on the underside. It’s less pocketable than the Bandai games but on the upside it takes AAA batteries, and it feels robust and well built. This one has 2 different 18 hole courses - apparently these are Japan and the USA. You can’t see storks dipping in ornamental koi ponds in Japan or try to nail Trump with a wayward drive in the USA, but the course layouts do change. The left screen shows a top-view of the course, while the right shows the traditional behind-the-golfer view.

You can’t select the shot direction, though your shot can wander into the rough if you mistime your button press on the down stroke. Though the golfer view is slightly lacking in detail, you’re shown exactly where your ball is on the overhead map screen, and this really adds to the playability. There is a wind indicator, but it’s only ever toward you, behind you or calm.

This is a really nice effort, with most of the simplicity of the earlier Bandai game, but with sensible additions to add some extra depth.

The sound is still beeps and a crappy tune which can be turned off.

Tournament Golf 

Radica / 1999

This Radica unit has a nice big screen, with lots of detail on the golfer and the course, though I don’t like the plasticy case much - I miss the fake leather and solidity of the earlier games! The swing button is shaped like a golf ball, and is fairly satisfying to press. There are 4 different courses to play though, which is very generous.

The representation of the golfer’s swing is the best yet here, with a large and very clear meter prominent in the bottom right of the screen. This shows power, indicates fade and draw (your shot veering left and right) and gives a power indicator for putting. This game features a really detailed wind effect, with direction and strength. The wind even changes as you wait to take your shot for extra realism. Choosing power and correcting left and right for the effect of the wind should a lot to this game, but the limitations of that LCD display spoil the effect for me. Because there’s no overhead course view it’s quite hard to reconcile what you can see on the screen with what’s happening in the game, and that really matters when you’ve got so many game variables to deal with. It’s also a pig to time a shot when you’re close to the pin without pinging out the other side.

One excellent feature of this game is the sleep mode. There’s no off button, but if you leave it alone for a minute the screen turns off, and you can pick up your game at a later time. This is perfect for gaming on the go.

I’m perhaps being unduly harsh, but this is probably my least favorite so far. Despite the clear graphics and greater complexity it lacks the charm of some of the earlier efforts.

On the up side, this one at least has a digitised swoosh when you hit the ball. You’ll still want to turn it off though…

Talking Golf Master

Systema  /1997

On to the final of our selection of games, this effort is from Systema, a well known maker of really average LCD games. This one has a plastic flip cover, with course maps and club distances on the inside. It doesn’t exactly feel premium, sharing that cheap plasticy feel with the Radica game. Worse, the action buttons are recessed little behind the cover, making it slightly awkward and uncomfortable to press them. I figure LCD game designers had given up trying to impress anyone by the mid 90’s.

The game itself is largely OK, with a very basic direction control and simple wind conditions, but the graphics are about as basic as the two screen Radio Shack game, without the benefits that the overhead course screen brought. The sound seems to be a real selling point for Systema, but it’s irritating beyond belief, with constant super loud bleeps punctuating your play. There are some sound samples; a brief compressed second of bird song or occasional encouragement from your caddy. You’re sure to love the attention you get on the bus as he waxes lyrical about how good your hole was.

You can turn it off, and you’ll want to. I’d give this one a miss.

The 19th Hole

At last we’ve come to the end of our review! Back to the clubhouse for a steak pie... I feel like a complete golf casualty now. The games can lie safely in their boxes for another few years. My daughter is sure to love LCD golf time with daddy, no?

[dorseygordon68-blog]

Power Rangers Zeo (Heather Ray).

The other night I sat with my family members around the table reminiscing and also telling old stories. We worked with our golf swing with equipment that measured our power in watts, and also took advantage of the complete line of Kinesis makers (their unique resistance cables allow for better series of activity). Power is depicted here as a shaping pressure, capable of generating its very own authenticity - whether it be possessed by mine proprietors, absentee companies, local elites, or even union bosses. The functional power cleaner provides a performance of a commercial equipment that utilizes 3.0 kilowatts induction motor with its 3 axial-piston brass pumps that helps generates an astonishing 2300 PSI stress power blasting 10 liters per minute water circulation. Microsoft billionaire Expense Gates has actually stated there is a 10% chance kite power can be the magic remedy" for international renewable energy demands. Additionally it has some filler which is unusual since this flick is hardly 80 mins which most likely offers you a respectable concept of how little possible the story has in this flick to be any kind of good. The fundamental structure was integrated in a workshop outside the city and then lifted right into the Colosseum by a giant crane. In http://verde-dieta.info/prolesan-pure-recenzii-pret-cum-functioneaza-recenzii-unde-sa-cumparati/ acquired rival chain LA Health and fitness as well as struck up a collaboration with Olympian Sir Chris Hoy, that is a special adviser as well as brand ambassador" to Pure Health club. Stories of the trip over and how thrilled he was to discover everything on the big ship (a seafarer, making the most of his inquisitiveness, convinced him to lift some papers pushing deck, to see what was below ...). Stories of working as a journeyman footwear technician in cities and communities across upstate New york city as well as Ohio (in one store, the foreman placed my grandfather and his turret in the front window so passers-by would quit to view exactly how quick as well as well he did his job). On the one hand, it consists of passages that John S. Wright could have written, as when it emphatically mentions, Chicago is currently facing the momentous truth that fifty years for this reason, when the children of to-day are at the elevation of their power as well as influence, this city will be bigger than London: that is, bigger than any existing city." On the various other hand, it declines the concept that the city's success can or should be assessed in terms of numbers alone, or that the future would certainly care for itself. Starting with our original list of about 51 health clubs (assembled from our round-up of the very best gyms of 2013, publicly available statistics, as well as other expert lists), we asked you to elect your favorites - likewise enabling write-in ballots to make up any type of health clubs that weren't pointed out on the initial listing. As soon as and also they don't have to all be on the same team either, you do not have to strike a fitness center alone; multiple individuals can attack a fitness center at. EPA established that the combination of utilizing of smokestack controls as well as contamination credit histories from shifting generation amongst plants makes up a well-demonstrated system of discharge reduction, one that is commonly utilized by the power industry both to meet inner targets and also prior government and also state guidelines. Freely based upon real occasions, Funny of Power had its North American launching at the 2006 Tribeca Film Festival. The platform lift can be found in a huge range of different models, each one with various attributes that make it far better fit for a details sort of job. Les plates-formes Power Plate ® constituent une parfaite alternate put les personnes actives qui n'ont pas beaucoup de temps à consacrer à un entraînement trois fois the same level semaine, voire plus. Control is a crucial element of the lift system and because of this they commonly provide power assisted drive. Some health clubs only enable teens to workout in the assigned youth facility area, while other gyms permit teens the exact same freedom to make use of the equipment as the adults. The originator of this franchise business identified that there was a huge market for a gym such as Curves and undoubtedly has taken advantage of a found diamond. You might be missing out if you are guilty of wrapping up your health club session as well as avoiding out on a cool down or stretch. Keltner's research suggests that women are not immune from this mystery, which claims that the very qualities that help us look for power-like beauty, compassion, or humbleness -are the ones that having power could harm. The power in an organization lies with supervisors and managers who have actually been enabled within the business framework, to make sure that the company could operate effectively. However nonverbally presenting power during the interaction - now that's an additional thing with different prescriptions and also end results. By the end of March, president Peter Roberts believes Pure Gym will have surpassed the 103 total of UK gyms run by Virgin Energetic, the present primary driver. This stair lift has a lifting ability of 300 lb or 136 kg. A flip-up swivel seat that secures placement and also constant stress buttons are various other functions of this straight stair lift. While a lot of exclusive health clubs serve teenagers and grownups, a couple of select health clubs just enable teens. Picked this for ideas to supplement my barbell-based routine, for when I can not get to the health club, and to help my wife with suggestions to do in your home & health club. His afternoon training sessions at the gym have actually permitted more youthful fighters to work along with a master, as well as interested onlookers to see. Teaching your staff members all facets of power device training as well as security could minimize the opportunities of injury and also maintain your workforce effective as well as risk-free. The fitness center consists of weights, cardiovascular tools, security balls, machines and also resistance bands. Mirrors on all walls do not simply mimic the look of many health clubs - they actually make the room look bigger. A new wave of thinking of power exposes that it is offered to us by others as opposed to got. There are few better exercises for targeting full-body power compared to the medicine-ball bang. Most of the gyms need their participants to abide by the laws to be able to go into and utilize the facilities. No, in spite of prominent notions and the common urban legends, Pfeffer competes that the path to power is substantially various than the prominent concepts we were raised to believe. If you see that you are obtaining squeezed in order to spend for your fitness center Sydney subscription then you are bound to pull out after a few days. It is just a partial settlement to know that the paradox also implies that political hopefuls such as Donald Trump - angry, manipulative harasses - are less likely to acquire power to start with. If you are presently not making use of any kind of sort of eco-friendly power and intend to conserve electricity, you could still decrease your costs by disconnecting unutilized home appliances. Greetings Diona", he claimed pleasantly, as he came level with her, making her once more so aware of his figure as he looked down upon her. After years of lack of exercise, Ashley returned as the Yellow Space Ranger to help the Galaxy Rangers battle the Psycho Rangers. Individuals who pledged to stroll were 3 times more likely to show up vs. those just saying they would stroll. From scenting too excellent to filling out a large dimension water bottle when there is a line of people behind you, read on to see if you're guilty of any one of these 16 health club pet dog peeves. The Gym stated the variety of inexpensive health clubs across the country had enhanced to 319 this year from 58 in 2011. That said, the plot brings me to my 2nd problem - one which maintains Absolute Power from being a 5-star book. The health club also contains 450 items of cardio workout tools as well as dumbbells and makers. Yes, you heard me. We're paying triple numbers a month and also struggling atop lunar looking equipment in order to replicate easy youth searches like jumping rope, hula hooping and also playing tag. After the Power Rangers involve her rescue, she goes back to being the principal of Reefside High and is disclosed to have actually been a close personal good friend of Anton Mercer. Raise takes us on an enlightening scenic tour through time, starting with the ancient Greeks, who made a cult of the body-- words gym derives from the Greek word for naked"-- as well as following Roman legions, middle ages knights, Persian pahlevans, as well as eighteenth-century German gymnasts.

[j0ebay]

Spiraling Ch 2

Peter Parker x Stark!OC, platonic!Loki x Stark!OC

Warning(s): IW SPOILERS, mentions of blood, fighting, lowkey angst, fluff

Word Count: 2321

A/N: So, this basically takes place after infinity war assuming all the dead people come back. Maggie is highkey based off of Maggie Greene/Rhee from Walking Dead because I love her so so so much. I’m really stoked this chapter is finally out so enjoy and feedback is deeply appreciated!! 💙💙

series masterlist

add yourself to my taglist!!

chapter 1   chapter 3

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams” -Dr Seuss

To say Geneva lived by the phrase “Just because something isn’t broken, doesn’t mean it can’t be fixed” would be an understatement. She was constantly finding ways to decrease reaction time and upgrade suit abilities. Geneva mainly took pride in Karen, given that it was the first “big project” Tony let her work on and everyone knows how well that worked out.

    So, there was Geneva sitting in a desk chair in the lab coding updates for Karen. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail as she was squinting through her tortoise shell glasses that perfectly framed her face as she worked. The works of AC/DC could be heard throughout the whole building and everyone knew this was how she concentrated and drowned out the malicious head voices. It also drowned out the sound of Tony walking into the lab.

    “Hey Gee” he says, getting no answer from the teenage girl, deep in concentration. He tries again “Geneva” this time a little louder. Still nothing. Frustrated, he yells “GENEVA MARIE STARK” which caused her to jump and turn around. The music paused on it’s own with the stereo remote across the room. Tony knits his eyebrows together in confusion and she just points to her head, saying “I’m kinda trying to get everything back and figure everything out”. He nods and says “You mind picking up some files and groceries for me?”

    She bites the inside of her cheek in thought. She really should finish this up. She’s almost done making reaction times quicker. Geneva takes her glasses off and puts her face in her hands “Yeah I can”. She taps a few keys on the computer, saving her work, stands up and walks past Tony who says “Address and list are already on your phone, thanks”

    Peter stands at his locker shuffling through his belongings when he hears his name being called in the distance. He closes his locker door to reveal the one and only Ned Leeds. “Hey, Peter! We’re still on for tonight right?” Peter nods and then his eyes widen in realization “If it’s cool, I invited Gee to help out. She’s really good at chemistry and knows more than the both of us.” Ned laughs and shakes his head “You still believe she’s real? Peter she doesn’t exist” “What?” Flash steps into the conversation as he walks by “We’re talking about Peter’s imaginary girlfriend again?” Peter lets out a heavy sigh and directs his gaze to the tile floor, shaking his head “Cause we all know you’re not gonna get one Penis Parker” He continues walking away along with messing up Peter’s hair. He takes out his phone and is about to text Gee when the hairs on his arm stick up. His eyes widen as he bolts outside to see what’s wrong. He sprints around the school after texting May to see what’s wrong. Nothing was around the school and May texted back saying she was fine. “What is going on?” he continuously asked himself until he realized the one thing left on his radar. Geneva.

    The one thing Tony didn’t know about sending Gee on errands is that they almost always take her through the bad part of town. That’s where she found herself now. She put in earbuds and pretended to listen to music so she could avoid all the people catcalling her. “The convenience store is on the next block. The convenience store is on the next block” is what she always tells herself. It seemed as if the street keep getting longer and longer the faster she walked. “Hey, pretty girl” she heard from her right side. She kept walking, slightly picking up the pace. She felt someone behind her as her pace quickened again, speeding up to just a little bit under a jog. “Cutie can’t even take a fucking compliment, she’s too shy” She hears another man say until she gets cut off by third man. “Where do you think you’re going, Princess?” A lump the size of a golf ball forms in her throat as she mumbles “the store”. A meaty hand lands on her face, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her to look up at him.

“Whaddya doin’ out here in the middle of the day all by yourself?” The grip on her face tightens as another one grabs her waist. Gee gulps and says “I don’t want any trouble”. The three men surrounding her all laugh wildly. “You don’t want any trouble? You aren’t from around here, little miss, I can tell you that right now. You look you come from money, got any for us?” The adrenaline begins to course through the teenager’s veins by just saying one word “No.” They all laugh again. “That wasn’t a question, little girl.” her backpack was ripped from her as she screams “NO” again before taking a punch to the stomach. Geneva falls to the ground as they kick her until she sees the lid of a garbage can. She concentrates less on the blows to her gut and more on bringing the lid over. There was a loud clank and the main guy fell to the ground along with the lid. One of the other guys hits the wall with the flick of her wrist and the third, and final guy charged at her getting a blow to her face in. Geneva was knocked back a little bit as the guy swings again, she dodges and elbows him in the head causing him to fall down.

    Out of nowhere Geneva hears a faint pssst and looks up to see a web at the top of the wall along with the one and only spider-man. “Gee you okay?” He asks climbing down to face her. She holds her eye in pain saying “Yeah yeah I’m good” while turning to continue walking. “Well, at least let me walk you home.” She stops and sighs. “I still have errands to run, spidey. Besides, shouldn’t you be in school right now?” He scratches the back of his neck and says “don’t worry about it. I can get May to say it was a family emergency or something” She turns back around, “Actually?”. He nods and catches up to her. “So, what errands you got in mind?”

    “Hey Maggie!” Geneva says as she walks into her favorite convenience store, still holding her eye with Peter (who insisted on making a pit stop to change out of the spidey suit because “You walking around with spiderman is just gonna put a bigger target on your back”). Maggie is the owner of the small store that Geneva visits constantly, causing a friendship to spark. “The usual, Gee?” She asks not looking up. Geneva lets out a little laugh “Yeah I gotta get some stuff for Tony too. Maybe some ice would be great.” She looks up with a confused look on her face until she sees Geneva holding her eye “OH MY GOODNESS WHAT DID YOU DO?”. It’s like a switch flipped in the woman as she instantly speed walks around getting paper towels and an ice pack, giving them to Gee.

    “Seriously, I’m fine it just stings a little.” Gee says while taking the ice “No concussion, no nothing” Maggie turns her attention to the boy with her “Who’s this?”. Geneva furrows her eyebrows in confusion before she remembers Peter. “Oh! Maggie this is Peter”. Her eyes widen “THIS IS THE PETER YOU WERE TELLING ME ALL ABOUT???” Geneva instantly remembers gushing about Peter to Maggie and looks down at the floor hiding her rosy cheeks. “Yeah um,” She gulps “I’ll just grab whatever Tony wants and you said you have the sour gummy worms and cream soda?” Maggie nods and says “They’re in the back. Lemme get ‘em for you”

    After shopping and a bit more walking, Geneva and Peter return to Stark Tower (after relocating...again). She steps out of the elevator seeing Tony on the couch watching TV, puts the bag of groceries on the table along with the files and says “Here’s your bitchass stuff” while storming off to the bathroom to get some peroxide on her cuts. Hissing in pain, she lifts up her shirt to reveal her abdomen, which already started the bruising process “Shit. No crop tops for a while, Stark”

    After cleaning herself up even more, dealing with worried Pepper, Tony and (especially) Loki, and begging Happy to drive her, Gee was finally ready to go to Peter’s for another study session. “Thank you Happy!” she says getting out of the car once they reach the Parker residence. She lets out a small giggle at his grumbled “yeah sure whatever” as he drives away.

As she walks up the steps to the apartment, she’s instantly greeted with a hug from May before she could even knock on their door. “He’s just in his room with Ned, sweetheart”. Gee nods and walks into Peter’s room. “Hey guys!” She says and instantly Peter stands up from where he’s sitting and wraps her in a hug. The two teenagers instantly become flustered at the feeling of holding and being held by each other and pull away with blush creeping on their faces. “Uh, Gee this is Ned.” She lets out the giggle Peter finds always infectious and asks “The one who doesn’t believe in me?” He nods and she sticks her hand out to Ned “Geneva Stark, nice to meetcha”. Ned’s eyes go wide as he stumbles over his own words “uh, y-you’re actually a-a real person. Oh my god I-I’m so sorry I didn’t think you were real. I-It’s just you see a lot of news that’s fake” She laughs again “It’s fine, really. I swear, half the population thinks I’m a myth.”

    In reality, the “study session” was about 20 minutes of actual studying and then Star Wars. Peter leans over to Geneva, who’s emersed in the movie and whispers “I’m sorry”. She turns her head and furrows her eyebrows. “What for?”. He looks down “I didn’t get there fast enough and you got hurt. It’s all my fault”. Geneva turns so she faces Peter “Hey, look at me,” she takes his face in her hands, forcing his gaze towards her “If anything, it was my fault for being a jackass towards them. Actually, let’s just blame Tony for this one cause he’s the one who sent me out in the first place. But, it was a learning experience more or less. I can move things with my mind easier than I could before. Besides, I wasn’t hurt terribly, just some bruised ribs and maybe a black eye at the most. Nothing terrible, nothing permanent, but thanks for being there, Pete.” She slips her hand in Peter’s giving it a tight squeeze and flashes him a warm smile. The small moment is ruined by Geneva’s phone ringing. She answers, talks for a bit then hangs up “It’s Pepper. She wants me home and I guess there’s a pissed off Happy outside” She stands up, Peter and Ned following. Peter lets out a chuckle “The real question is, when is Happy not pissed off?” Geneva burst out laughing making Peter’s eyes light up and a confused expression to cross Ned’s face. “I swear,” she says, “I’ve lived with them for three years and I’ve never ever seen that man crack a smile! Well, it was nice meeting you Ned” she waved at him and pulls Peter in for a hug “Bye, Pete” she says, pulls away and waves while walking out the door.

    “Dude,” Ned says once the door shuts “you totally have a crush on her.” Peter feels a knot in his stomach and lets out a nervous laugh “What? No what are you talking about?” He feels the heat rise in his cheeks. “Peter, c’mon you totally like her. You walked her home today despite her insisting she was fine and just now you were totally heart eyes over her.” Peter scoffs “I was not heart eyes over her” “Ooh! Are we talking about Peter’s crush on Geneva? Shoot did she leave already?” May butts into the conversation. “Yeah, May she did and I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON HER! I mean seriously, Mr.Stark would kill me if he found out I like her” May’s eyes widen as she screams “PRESENT TENSE! PRESENT TENSE!”, followed by Ned saying one last “You totally have a crush on her. My mom’s here I’ll see you later.” Peter and Ned do the handshake and after Ned leaves, Peter glares at May. The rosy color lingers on his cheeks as May grabs him by the shoulders and states “It’s perfectly fine if you do like her. She’s a very lovely person and you shouldn’t be afraid of that Tony Stark” He purses his lips and says “Thanks, May. I’m gonna go to bed.” while walking away hearing a “goodnight” behind him.

    Peter crawled into bed and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. He envisioned her hazel eyes and how they got really small when she smiled. He flashed back to every time he made her laugh and smiled at the sound running through his mind. He thought about her hair and how it perfectly framed her face, her style and how it screamed her personality and her glasses, which no matter how many times she made comments about ugly she looked in them, he would always be dying to tell her that she was wrong. He mentally cursed at himself for not getting to her sooner but boy, she could kick some ass. He processed his feelings of hurt and heartbreak whenever she was sad or got in a fight. Peter Parker had finally come to a conclusion about his feelings for Geneva Stark. “Mr.Stark is gonna kill me” he mumbled before drifting off to sleep with her on his mind.

TAGS: 

EVERYTHING: @og-baby-ob14 @were-all-gay-down-here @softiespidey @saturn-aka-six

SPIRALING: @upsidedownparker @bagelbiites @spidergirl192327 @theasexualbunny  @nerdofthehighestcalibre

[rotary-swing]

How To Shift Your Weight In The Golf Swing – Avoiding A Flip

Looking to improve your golf game? Mastering the technique of weight shifting is crucial for a powerful swing. In the blog post "How To Shift Your Weight In The Golf Swing" on Rotary Swing, you'll discover expert insights and practical tips that can transform your approach to hitting the ball.