#tonic water 24 pack

[octuscle]

Hey Chronivac support! I had set the chronivac to slowly build up my twig of a best friend into a hairy muscle bound beast but I think the delay has gone on too long. Could you help me?

I am very sorry, but somehow things went wrong…. A somewhat unfortunate combination of technical problems and user errors. I suggest I define a scenario at the end of which the desired result should be. And I set the total duration of the transformation to eight days.

First part of the transformation is the retroactive change of your friend's routines. His body will now change in 24 hours as if he had already had the following daily routine for a year longer: two hours to the gym in the morning before university, one hour of running during the lunch break, another two hours to the gym in the evening. And then preparing the next day's meals and packing them in Tupperware. Saturdays are a training break, Sundays first two hours of swimming, then six hours of gym and then another hour of yoga. A life just for sports. A highly disciplined life for studying and for sports.

The second part is changing his genetics. Every day one of his great-grandparents is replaced. Until his father is a Moroccan who immigrated just before he was born. And his mother is an Albanian who has also only been living here for 25 years.

I start the tomorrow morning on Friday at 08:00 am. Sit back and enjoy!

Friday morning. You are both still rookies in the office. But you want to make a career. Getting a job in the research and development department has been a great success. And you both have no desire not to build on that. Accordingly, you are punctually at your workplace at 08:00. Everything is still quite normal. But when you meet for lunch at 12:00, your friend is pretty upset. He thinks that he has forgotten his running clothes. And that he will have to make up for the running session tomorrow. You look at him questioningly. And you notice that he looks fitter somehow. At 4:00 p.m. you get a message. Your friend has also forgotten his training clothes and has therefore already gone home and is then going straight to the gym. Dinner at 20:00 as arranged in your favorite steakhouse. Your friend is on time. However, he is not showered and still in his tracksuit. Had he not shaved this morning. He looks like a three-day beard. The meal is first about the week at the office. And then about the plans for the weekend. Tomorrow we're going to do some shopping. Your friend convinces you to come to the gym on Sunday. When you say goodbye, you realize that your friend only had the 400 gram filet with green salad and alcohol-free beer and water. You drank the wine all by yourself. Slightly drunk, you go home and fall into bed.

On Saturday morning your best friend rings you out of bed. Where you stay. The early bird catches the worm. He would have made up for yesterday's running session by now and would like to start doing some shopping. Damn, it's only 10:00 o'clock. You didn't expect him until 12:00. When you finally meet in the mall, there are already some big shopping bags next to your friend. Nutritional supplements. Protein powder. Sportswear. And he definitely looks changed. Not a gram of fat on his body anymore. But a firm ass and a visibly wider back. Fuck, it seems to work. When you're shopping, your conversations are almost all about sports. You actually start to develop an interest in it as well. And you also buy some new clothes and training shoes. You arrange to go clubbing in the evening. You almost didn't recognize your friend. His black T-shirt is almost painted on his upper body. And he moves on the dance floor as if he had never done anything else. He thinks that functional training pays off here, too. His movement coordination is getting better and better. You shake your head and get yourself a gin and tonic. And bring your friend a water.

When you arrive at the gym at 4 p.m. on Sunday, your friend is already moaning in a sweat on the leg press. "Bro, didn't we say 12:00 for Box Fit?" he says. You reply that anything before 4:00 p.m. would have been a challenge for you after last night. Your friend gives you a Fist Bump. And says that he needs your support with the chest workout. When your friend leaves for yoga at 6:30pm, you are completely screwed. And you wonder why your boyfriend has such hairy forearms…

On Monday morning you both arrive at work at the same time. Your best friend is talking on the phone in a language you can't understand. "My Albanian grandmother in Tirana has birthday today", he answers, reading your thoughts. Who the hell has a birthday, you ask yourself. Your friend walks up the stairs in front of you. Fuck, an ass made of concrete, you think to yourself. The idea of running during lunch break was really super stupid. You can hardly move from yesterday. So your friend has to wait for you all the time. And bridges the waiting time with burpees. And did he just flirt with the young guy at the pull-up bar? Fuck, the only thing that gets hard with you is your dick. When showering at the end of the lunch break, you can no longer cover up. Your boyfriend looks appreciative and gives you a kiss before it goes back to work. Before you go to bed you do a round of pushups and situps.

On Tuesday morning, your boyfriend is already there when you enter the office shortly after 08:00. And tries to persuade you again to come with him to pump in the morning. Getting up at 4:00 a.m. doesn't seem very attractive to you. But you catch yourself imagining how horny it would be to suck the sweat out of your boyfriend's beard. Shit, since when does he have a beard? In any case, you are already looking forward to the shower after the run. After work you go to dinner together in a small Albanian restaurant. Your friend seems to know everyone there. You don't understand a word they say. But the food is delicious. And you promise to come to the training tomorrow night. Your best friend grabs his sports bag, gives you a French kiss and disappears to his next sports session.

When you arrive at the office on Wednesday, the smell almost takes your breath away. Your friend is sitting across from you, grinning. He lost track of time during his workout and didn't have time to shower. Fuck, he can't work here in his sweaty workout clothes. Not because it bothers you. Because you can't get your hard-on under control anymore. It doesn't get better during the lunch break and shower. Not until your buddy in the shower goes down on his knees in front of you and gives you a blowjob. Until the end of the day you can hardly think of anything else but that you will return the favor tonight after the workout.

Hopefully no one will notice that your friend is wearing the same clothes today as yesterday. After the workout you did some cardio in your apartment. Riding on your boyfriend's cut big dark cock was awesome! Just a pity that he has made himself in the middle of the night again out of the way. But damn, he only does what you wanted. And he is no longer the man he was a week ago. His name is Eset now. But that's perfectly natural for everyone. As is the fact that he mostly works with t-shirts or short-sleeved shirts. It would be too bad to hide his biceps. For tonight, Eset has something special planned. After the workout, you'll go to an Arabian hamam. Only horny almost naked men! However, Eset still stands out here. He may not be as hairy as many here. But already one of the big boys.

It was just one night for the two of you. But it feels strange to wake up alone today. Eset is already here again before you. And has put breakfast on your desk. Cottage cheese with protein powder and fruit. He's right, you look like a twig next to him. You have to change that. When he asks if you're going out for steak again tonight, Eset looks at you like you're totally nuts. Lad, it's Friday. First to the mosque, then to sports. Of course, you had totally forgotten that. Okay, then you can work out your arms a bit before Eset comes along. Wait a minute! Mosque? What the hell?

Saturday. Eight days gone. You have a date in the park. Throw a few balls. Meet up with the lads. Eset is already there warming up with some bros. The fellas stand together and talk in Arabic. Until their alpha bro sees you.

Given his roots, Eset is a bit coy about exchanging kisses in public. But he licks the ball and throws it to you. And you lick his spit off.

[holidayvisa]

24 February 2024 - Elise pushed me out of bed at 6:15 am so that I could go wake up Jimmy. Jimmy had to pick up Maddie, and he needed to leave by 6:30 to get Maddie in time. As soon as I got Jimmy up, he grabbed his things and rushed out the door. I immediately went back to bed and fell asleep for another hour. At 8 am, Elise and I woke up and left the house by 8:15. I had to guide a Piha canyoning tour, and Elise didn't have any other plans, so she decided to come along too. We drove to Piha for the big 12-person Piha canyon tour. We arrived at Piha a little early, so we decided to take a quick walk on the beach. We walked out to the water, had just barely enough time to dip our toes, and then we walked back.

We got to the AWOL shed at 9:15 am. When we arrived at the shed, Cam was already there. He saw Elise and say, "thank god you're here; you're working today!" Elise had planned on just coming along for fun, but with the 12-person trip, Cam was stoked to have another guide to manage all the clients.

The tour went GREAT! It was SOOOOO much fun guiding with both Cam AND Elise. All of my tours that I've guided for the past few weeks have been either me and Jordan OR just me solo. So, having Cam and Elise, two experienced guides, made the day so cruisy and easy and fun. I could chill and relax and enjoy the day more than when I guide solo. At lunch, we had two vegans, but only one vegan sandwich. Elise had to smooth things over with the angry vegan. When we got to the jump spot at the end of the canyon, Elise did a backflip!

After the canyoning tour, we said goodbye to Cam, and Elise and I went back to her house in Piha. Ruth, Elise's friend, and her dog, Ted, came over. Ruth made us all gin and tonics. Elise and I made fried eggs on bagels. We took our gin and tonics and lunches to Piha Beach, where we had a little impromptu picnic! We played with Ted and threw some big sticks for him to fetch.

After Ruth left, Elise and I were kinda of tired from our big Piha Canyon tour and were thinking about taking a nap, when we got a call from Taylor saying that he's leaving Henderson, heading to the Keddle house in Anawhata. Elise and I quickly packed or things and headed to Anawhata. Taylor arrived at the Keddle house around 6:45, and Elise and I didn't arrived until 7:15. When Elise and I pulled in, Taylor's car was parked at the house, but there was no Taylor to be found - he must have walked down to the beach! Elise and I walked down to the beach, bringing with us the guitar. Golden hour was just starting as Elise and I got down to the beach.

As we walked along the shoreline, we saw man holding a fishing pole walking towards us along the beach - it was Taylor!

We found a spot to put our things down, and Taylor and Elise wanted to go for a swim. I didn't have a change of clothes with me, so I started to say that we should head back up to the Keddle house, and after a little peer pressure, I decided to go for a swim. The water felt amazing. The waves weren't huge and the rip current wasn't bad, but the waves were very consistent. We swam in the waves for maybe 20 minutes before Jimmy came down to the beach. When we saw Jimmy, he hadn't seen us yet. We did a countdown, "one... two... three... JIMMY!!!" We got his attention! Jimmy joined us, and all four of us swam and played in the waves. We put our hands in the center and shouted, "TABLE!!!" That's what we are - a table - four points holding up the whole thing. After swimming for a while, we got out of the water and onto the beach to dry off a bit.

We took some photos of the sunset and headed up towards the bach. We got up to the bach and ate the takeout that Jimmy had picked up to share. We feasted on this delicious takeout at the bach, then we grabbed beers and walked back down to the beach. Taylor blasted some tunes on his bluetooth speaker, and we all chatted and drank together, the beach lit up under the cloud-covered skies that blocked a very bright full moon. Around midnight, we headed back up to the bach. I was pretty drunk and found myself lying on the floor at multiple points throughout the night while we all hung out and chatted inside the bach. We went to bed around 1 am.

I'm grateful for Elise, and I'm grateful for her empathy and kindness, not just to me, but to Jimmy, too. I'm grateful for a super fun day in Piha Canyon with Elise and Cam and the 12 clients. I'm grateful for an incredible night at the bach with Elise, Taylor, and Jimmy. I'm grateful to Taylor for the beers and the tunes. I'm grateful to Jimmy for the takeout and the snacks. I'm grateful to Elise for coordinating and arranging this whole thing with the bach.

[jedivoodoochile]

Remembering the the Ice Man - Albert Collins (October 1, 1932 – November 24, 1993)

Growing up in Texas, Collins dabbled in jazz piano before his cousin Willie Young showed him some guitar licks, and his blues education began. Taking his cue from John Lee Hooker, Guitar Slim, T-Bone Walker and BB King, Collins found a real talent for the form.

He’d started out on an Epiphone but, on seeing Clarence Gatemouth Brown wailing on a Fender Esquire, promptly switched brands, discovered the Tele and, ultimately, his go-to instrument – a Fender 1966 Custom Telecaster, with ash body, maple fretboard, ashtray bridge, Gibson humbucker at the neck.

His lines were emotional and tasteful, packed with incredible bends, often wild vibrato, slurs and slides and speedy hammered-on/pulled-off licks. Collins’ right hand was key to his unmistakeable phrasing and tone. He eschewed the precision of a pick and played his Tele with his fingers, his thumb and forefinger doing most of the work.

One trademark was his juicy ‘double octave’ move. Say he was capo’d for D: he’d pop the low E string with his thumb for the tonic note and immediately follow that with the D two octaves up – 14th fret of his second string – played with his forefinger. Then he’d shake that sucker for every ounce of feel it had in it.

His preference for pick-hand upstrokes meant the flesh of his fingers tempered the twang of his Tele, usually amped to eye-watering volume by his 100-watt Fender Quad Reverb (bass dialled to zero, everything else cranked).

Sometimes the cable connecting Tele to amp ran to 100 feet long – the story goes he could leave the venue mid-show, go next door to order pizza, and come back without even missing a note. Cool? They didn’t call him The Iceman for nothing...

By Grant Moon

( Total Guitar )

[peeyo]

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[thetreecareguide]

Beneficial Companion Plants for Fruit Trees

Prevent soil erosion, harmful pests, and hungry wildlife from damaging your fruit trees. Knowing which companion plants to grow around your fruit trees will keep them growing healthy and less susceptible to insect and animal invasion.

thetreecareguide.com gathered essential information on several highly beneficial companion plants to grow around your fruit trees.

What Do Companion Plants Do?

Planting companions to lure beneficial insects is called “habitat influence.” Companion plants attract beneficial insects so those bugs can feed on the bad, predatory, and destructive pests that would otherwise damage or destroy the fruit trees you want to protect. The practice of companion planting also benefits the surrounding soil by preventing erosion and - in many cases - fixing nitrogen. The most beneficial companion plants for fruit trees include:

Geraniums (Pelargonium)

Geraniums are known for their aromatic, green foliage, with their fragrance varying from plant to plant. This flowering plant can be found growing throughout the temperate regions of the world.

Size at Maturity - This species reaches 5 to 36 inches in height, depending on the variety Benefits as a Companion - Geraniums are known to repel highly destructive insects like earworms, cabbageworms, and Japanese beetles Attracts - Geraniums attract bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds Repels - Geranium repels a variety of insects, including mosquitos and leafhoppers Hardiness Zone - 3 through 9

Chamomile (Matricaria chamomilla)

Chamomile, also spelled camomile, is any of various daisy-like plants from the aster family (Asteraceae). Chamomile tea, used as a tonic, an antiseptic, and in multiple herbal remedies, is made from English or Roman, chamomile (Chamaemelum nobile) or German chamomile (Matricaria chamomilla).

Size at Maturity - This species reaches 24 inches in height Benefits as a Companion - Its anti-bacterial and anti-fungal properties have been applied for centuries in herbal gardening to support the healthy growth of trees, vegetables, and other annuals. Using chamomile as a companion plant is easy, effective, and packed with benefits for you and your fruit tree Attracts - Hoverflies, beneficial wasps, ladybugs, and honey bees are attracted to chamomile Repels - Chamomile repels ticks, mosquitoes, and flies Hardiness Zone - 3 through 9

Wildflowers (Multiple species)

Wildflowers are flowers that grow without any help or intervention from people, growing naturally in their environment. Some may grow wildflowers in their garden, but most wildflowers are native plants and grow in woods, meadows, wetlands, or anywhere they adapted to grow.

Size at Maturity - Wildflowers reach a few inches to a few feet in height, depending on the species and variety Benefits as a Companion - Wildflowers provide critical habitat for pollinators, beneficial insects, and wildlife, which is crucial for ecosystem function and pollination. Wildflowers can also improve soil health, prevent erosion, and improve water quality Attracts - Bees, butterflies, hoverflies, and ladybugs which help to increase harvests and keep common pests like aphids under control Repels - Flowers like daisies, red clovers, poppies, and wild carrots can act as natural pesticides by attracting useful (predatory) insects to repel nuisance pests Hardiness Zone - All zones have cold-hardy wildflower species

Lavender (Lavandula)

Lavender is one of the most beloved floral scents we use today. Its soft purple buds symbolize grace, calmness, and even luxury. Lavender is so synonymous with serenity that it is associated with the crown chakra, known for its spiritual connection.

Size at Maturity - This species reaches 2 to 3 feet in height Benefits as a Companion - Lavender attracts a variety of pollinators and deters rabbits and deer Attracts - Lavender attracts butterflies, bees, and other beneficial insects to the garden, making it an excellent choice for a fruit tree companion Repels - beetles, moths, fleas, mosquitos, flies, nematodes, rabbits, and deer Hardiness Zone - 5 through 9

Marigolds (Tagetes)

Marigold flowers consist of multiple overlapping petals that get smaller and more condensed towards the flower’s center, similar to a carnation. The blooms may be single or double colored and can appear in varying yellow, orange, red, and maroon hues.

Size at Maturity - This species reaches 6 to 24 inches in height, depending on the variety Benefits as a Companion - Marigolds attract bees, butterflies, and other pollinators. They attract predatory insects, like ladybugs, that feed on aphids and other pests. The limonene in marigolds can deter whiteflies, and the plant’s roots secrete chemicals that kill nematodes Attracts - Spider mites, snails, bees, Japanese beetles, butterflies, and other beneficial pollinators Repels - Whiteflies, nematodes, mosquitos, cabbage worms, squash bugs, tomato worms, wasps, and spiders Hardiness Zone - 2 through 11

Best Companion Plants for Fruit Trees

In this article, you discovered species information on some of the most beneficial companion plants for your fruit trees.

Knowing what to plant around your fruit trees can help you improve soil structure, attract beneficial pollinators, and deter pesky insects and wildlife.

Not knowing about companion plants can leave your fruit trees susceptible to soil erosion, insect infestations, and reduced crops from poor pollination.

Sources: scholar.lib.vt.edu/ejournals/JARS/v50n3/v50n3-dancer.html ucanr.edu/blogs/blogcore/postdetail.cfm?postnum=17642 extension.umn.edu/planting-and-growing-guides/companion-planting-home-gardens womensconference.byu.edu/sites/womensconference.ce.byu.edu/files/49e_1.pdf erc.cals.wisc.edu/healthylakesgrants/files/2020/06/NativePlantCompanionGuide.pdf

For the original version of this article visit: http://www.thetreecareguide.com/beneficial-companion-plants-for-fruit-trees/

[ciggylungz]

Rivals. c2

Rivals: chapter 2

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Summary: Y/n and Harry are both CEO’s of their parent’s companies since they inherited the businesses from them, they’ve been rivals since they were kids- now that they’re professional adults how will their rivalry affect them?

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When Friday rolled around Y/n was excited, she’d had a grueling week and been working 18 hours a day for the past 6 days so she was more than thrilled to have a break. Friday’s were usually pretty tame in the office, but just her luck that day a new product design was dumped on her desk and she was tasked with going through the mountains of papers filled with advertisement ideas, promotion pictures and commercial ideas for the new line of clothes and perfumes coming out for the winter season since they were a few weeks away from December. Due to the time crunch she couldn’t really afford to push it off, so she sat at her desk and reviewed everything well past her normal hours.

It was around 7 in the evening when she pulled out the bottle of tequila she kept in her desk for late nights like this, grabbing some ice from the office kitchen and a tonic water from her own mini fridge stashed in the closet in her office. She kept the lighting low, her eyes already feeling the strain of the fluorescent bulbs and fine print papers after hours of reading and she’d like to save the headache for the next morning if possible.

She was a tad bit startled when a knock sounded at her office door, she glanced to the clock seeing it was nearing 10 at night and she knew her assistant left at 8 so she was a surprised by the interruption. Of course, he had to be the one knocking. Even through her mild intoxication she could tell that curly mop of hair as him, his face joining his locks a second later as he waltzes into her office. His lips were tugged in a small smile, hands holding a binder with a plastic bag cradled in his left one.

“Ah! Getting a bit wild in the office tonight? Tequila, you naughty girl!” he gave her a fake disapproving look companied with a stern finger pointing between her and the now half empty bottle. Y/n was always a bit looser after a drink, so she didn’t have her usual bitter comeback loaded she instead felt a strange shot of happiness? Relief? Fondness? She couldn’t put her finger on it. It was too foreign of a feeling to be associated with the man. The woman didn’t understand why she didn’t feel the sense of loathing tugging at her when he spoke, instead she let out a small laugh before flipping him off.

Harry was surprised yet pleased at her reaction. He always loved tipsy y/n, the booze seemed to soften her overly serious nature and make her a bit sweeter. They had some of their best moments together after they had a good buzz going, they’d even had a few instances of cuddling during their alcohol induced haze. He remembers those times fondly; he thinks back on them at times when they’re arguing or in the middle of a grudge holding session. Harry knew she’d never admit it, but deep down behind all her walls she really was a loving, sweet girl. She always had been yet her pride and fear of vulnerability would never let her admit it.

“Hello Harry, any reason you’ve broken into my place of work?” she tipped the glass back to her lips, taking another sip of her cocktail as she waited for his response. She watched him set his things down, shrugging his suit jacket off before rolling his sleeves to his elbows. “Saw you through the window, was workin’ late myself. Thought misery needed a bit of company, and knowing you I knew you’d probably need a designated driver for the night miss tequila.” He lifted his eyebrows in a slight teasing manner, a smile growing on her lips as she giggled quietly, raising her hands in surrender. “bad habits die hard, huh?” she retorted, the smile didn’t drop from her features and Harry loved it. She always had such a beautiful smile. Her plushy lips molded into the shape, her braces did their job giving her a perfect even smile. She had a genuine smile on, he could tell by the way it met her eyes that seemed to brighten when she was in a good mood. She was beautiful. He truly didn’t understand why she had always been so self-conscious. he hated when she’d talk negatively about her looks, weight, body etc. He’d always found her to be a very beautiful woman, and her strong personality amplified that even further.

“That they do miss Y/l/n, they do indeed.” He agreed with a nod, reaching his hand into the previously noted bag pulling out some bread, followed by small slices of cheese and finally a container of grapes. They both shared a love for the particular grouping of food, often having it for snack as kids or packing it when they went on little trips with their friends. It was their thing in a sense. He might amp it up a bit to feel a special bond with her in some way, even if it’s just over a love of the same foods.

“Brought some goodies, might share with you if you’re nice to m’.” Harry made himself comfortable on the couch, toeing off his shoes to leave him in his red dress socks. He liked to have accent colors when he dressed for work, often opting for pocket squares, socks or collar pins to tie together his outfits. He had decided early on just because he was in a work environment didn’t mean he had to dress boring, he worked in fashion for Christ sake so he enjoyed a bit of complimentary accessories. Tastefulness is key though, and he knew how to pick them right.

Y/n polished off her drink, reaching to pour herself another mixing it with a coffee straw she snagged from the kitchen during her original venture out. the woman shrugged slightly, taking a sip with a little smack of her lips at the strongness. She went a bit heavy on the tequila this time around.

“Eh, I’m on a diet anyway.” Her response amused Harry, chuckling lightly before popping a grape into his mouth. He always appreciated someone with a quick wit, and Y/n checked that box for him. He was starting to realize she checked most of his boxes regarding things he found attractive…and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

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It was nearing midnight when Y/n started to show signs she was fully drunk. Her head bobbed slightly, body lightly swaying and Harry saw her eyes flutter every so often. He could read her like a book, he knew she was stressed, tired and wasted just from a single glance. The man found it quite cute, she looked so soft and cute when she was in this state. She radiated that type of energy that made you want to hug her; she wasn’t as guarded and flighty. She looked utterly trashed but relaxed and he didn’t mind the drunkenness if it meant she wasn’t as worked up as usual. She worked hard; the woman deserved to let loose once in a while.

“Hey, think it’s time to head out hmm?” Harry slowly sat up as he spoke, stretching with a few quiet pops of his joints. Y/n lifted her head slightly, giving him doe eyes and a pouty lip. “but I have work to do…” a hiccup sounded after she spoke, making her body jolt slightly. “It’ll be there on Monday, it’s late and you’re wasted love. C’mon time to go, hey don’t get all misty eyed on me it’s okay. Swear it’s alright, everything will get done.”

Harry frowned mid-way through his sentence seeing her eyes gloss with tears. She could be quite an emotional drunk, she bottled up her feelings 24/7 so in any sort of weakened state she began to crack. Harry had seen it only twice in the thirteen years of knowing her. The first time they were 15, she’d just broken up with her boyfriend at the time who was a total douche and he’d spent the six months the pair were together practically bullying the girl and mainly spending the time they had together fucking her. she had gotten absurdly drunk and walked to Harry’s home, sobbing and shaking only to spend the rest of the night cuddled into his chest. it was a toxic relationship and Harry always hated that guy; he gave the boy a few swift kicks to the ribs a few days after the incident. The second was during spring break, the pair were freshly 20 and someone had groped her at the club. Y/n had a panic attack on the bathroom floor and Harry sat with her the whole time, even though the filthy floor was sticky with booze and god knows what else he didn’t even think of leaving her behind.

Y/n took in a deep breath nodding her head slightly, letting Harry put the bottle back in it’s hiding spot and organize her papers before getting himself situated and heading to the car. With some episodes of tripping over her own feet and dizziness he’d managed to get her into the passenger seat, buckling her and joining her in the vehicle.

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 “Y/n no, you can’t smash the window! Where are your house keys? Put the rock down”

Bargaining with someone who’s intoxicated was never easy, but he was worried about the woman chucking a random stone through her first-floor window instead of just unlocking the door. Drunk minds aren’t the soundest he supposed seeing as he was prying a rouge rock from y/ns hand.

Eventually the keys were located and used to forge entry into her modest town house. Unlike her parent’s y/n wasn’t into flashy mansions and cars. She didn’t see a purpose for such a large home when she was the only resident, plus it creeped her out knowing there would be more room for potential squatters if she had opted for an 8-bedroom 6-bath mansion like her parents had for the 3 of them. She was never someone who fancied showing off expensive thing, she found it tacky and risky because you’re flashing to people that you have expensive things to steal. So, when she purchased a home, she opted for a modest 2-bedroom town house and she really did love it.

Harry was greeted with a subtle scent of cedar and nutmeg, reminding him y/n always opted for fall themed candles and home fragrances. She felt it made places feel cozier and warmer. contrary to her guarded and sometimes cold personality, she always wanted her home to feel welcoming.

Her décor was nice, a large leather couch with some dark red throw pillows along with a fuzzy blanket folded and draped over the back of the furniture. Some arm chairs also filled the Livingroom, art hung evenly on the wall and a tv mounted right in the center of the adjacent wall. A nice area rug and coffee table really finished off the center room, it was an inviting set up and Harry had to resist the urge to sit on the large couch that seemed to be calling to him as he started walking her up the steps.

The bedframe groaned as she flopped herself down on her mattress, a content sigh leaving her lips as the woman kicked off her shoes. “mmmm love my bed, missed it.” The woman placed an affectionate pet to her pillow, Harry laughing slightly at her antics whilst searching her dresser for clothes to change her into. Pinching a pair of sleep shorts and a tshirt before tossing it on the bed making his way into her bathroom so she could change in private.

Once the girl was situated, he reappeared, picking up her dirty clothes and putting them in her hamper for her. everything was going well, they weren’t fighting and she seemed to really be enjoying his presence but because Harrys an idiot he had to ruin it.

“maybe if you weren’t such a raging bitch, I wouldn’t have to come take you home and you’d have a boyfriend who could huh?”

He intended it to be their playful teasing, how they usually pick on each other and make rude comments but it came across harsher than intended. He sounded utterly mean and spiteful, and after Y/n had spent the evening warming up to him and even enjoying his company that felt like a smack in the face. Just when she thought maybe he’d changed or wasn’t so bad he had to make a comment, picking a topic she was already very sensitive about because all her previous relationships were very abusive and put her in the position she was in now of being so guarded and cold she was left to a life of loneliness.

There was a beat of silence, Harry registering his tone and how he’d just switched the atmosphere entirely. There was no sense of playfulness anymore, just hurt and anger. He regretted ever opening his mouth, seeing the woman look away from him with veins visible on her neck from the restraint she was using to hold back her tears. She cursed herself for drinking, it always made her more sensitive and she felt like a fool for not seeing Harry was just waiting for her to become vulnerable so he could strike back even when truly it wasn’t his intention, his actions left her with only that theory to believe.

Y/n cleared her throat and shot him the best glare she could while her eyes burned with tears begging to escape. “You can see yourself out Harry.” The dismissal was curt and quiet, there was no option for bargaining or pleading because she didn’t want to hear anything else he had to say. Harry knew when to pick his battles with her so he knew it was best he left, sighing slightly before leaving the bedroom making sure he locks her front door for her on his way out. he’s never wanted to beat his own ass so bad in his life.

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 As much as Y/n tried to hide it under her cold, blunt exterior- she was extremely insecure and broken inside. She never learned how to express her emotions or hurt. Y/n never had parents there to guide her nor comfort her in her times of need. She’d never had anyone who cared about her to look out for her besides neglectful nannies who left her to her own devices most of her childhood. She was emotionally stunted, and it had made her vulnerable to shitty people her whole life. It led to her having a 17-year-old boyfriend when she was 13 that pressured her into losing her virginity and emotionally abused her the entirety of their year long illegal relationship. It put her in the position of having a revolving door of toxic abusive relationships with cruel boys who treated her poorly, her father was never around so she never had an example of a good man so she resorted to getting attention and validation in whatever form she could even when it was harmful and a façade to use her body and status. The woman was never taught how to handle her emotions and it led to her clawing for control in any way she could, any sort of distraction and turned her to dark, destructive behaviors in her teen years that still haunt her in the form of physical and mental scars now that she’s in her adult years. She’d practically had to raise herself, and now that she’s grown, she’s running the company that stole her parents from her. she can’t tell who she hates more, her parents or herself.

Harrys word seemed to pop the stitches on an internal wound she thought was close to healing. While he was joking, she couldn’t tell. It was said with such a bitter malice it made her skin crawl. Sure, they’ve been mean to each other for 13 years but in her vulnerable state and the knowledge he had of her past his words seemed deliberate and cruel for the sole purpose of hurting her. not a stupid joke like he’d intended.

She couldn’t get it out of her head, she spent the remainder of the weekend nursing her hangover and a wounded soul. Her mind was screaming self-hating words, cruel statements towards herself and pushing her to look for comfort in another person again even when she knew she was vulnerable to falling back into the arms of yet another man who wasn’t good for her but she couldn’t bring herself to care enough about herself to make the best choices for her. she felt like she had something to prove to Harry, herself and the universe that she wasn’t so horrible that no one could stand to be around her even if the person she chose only stuck around to leech off her. it was a stupid mindset, one that’s left her torn to shreds numerus times since her early teenage years but the spiral Harrys verbal bite sent her into had her internally turning back into 14-year-old y/n who just wanted to feel like she mattered. She was setting herself up for pain again, she knew it. But like she stated before, old habits die hard.

and y/n decided she must be a glutton for punishment when her fingers started typing in the familiar number of her ex.

[johnbw]

How to Lose Weight Faster, But Safely

Lose 5 pounds in one week! It's a trope we see everywhere. And while it’s possible that someone can lose that much in that time period, it really depends on your metabolism and loads of other factors unique to you, including physical activity and body composition.

Weight loss ultimately comes back to the concept of calories in, calories out: Eat less than you burn and you’ll lose weight. And while it’s possible to lose water weight quickly on a low-carb diet, I certainly wouldn’t advocate for it. The diet itself can trick you into thinking that this eating style is working — when really, you might gain back what you lost as soon as you eat carbs again. That can feel incredibly dispiriting if you want results that last longer than a week.

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Based on my experience in nutrition counseling, most of us tend to snack on foods that aren’t nutrient-dense, but are high in calories. Major culprits often come in the form of refined grains like cereals, chips, crackers, and cookies but also calorie-packed drinks like juice and soda. Skipping sugary beverages is often the easiest way to lose weight faster. You don’t feel full from drinks, so swapping those out for sparkling water or unsweetened tea and coffee is the best place to start.

If you're looking to speed up weight loss, be mindful of the foods you eat that you don't choose for yourself. Think: food pushers at work or your kids’ leftovers. Noticing where your extra calories actually come from is another step to making better choices in the short and long term.

If you're still looking to lose weight, there are a few tips that hold true for almost all of us across the board — and they’re concepts that we can put into practice beginning right now.

1. Eat more vegetables, all of the time.

It’s that simple, I promise! If you think about making any meal mostly veggies (at least 50% of anything that you’re having), you’re on the right track to better health.

2. Build a better breakfast.

All meals are important, but breakfast is what helps you start your day on the right track. The best, heartiest breakfasts are ones that will fill you up, keep you satisfied, and stave off cravings later in the day. Aim to eat anywhere between 400 and 500 calories for your morning meal, and make sure you're including a source of lean protein plus filling fat (e.g., eggs, unsweetened Greek yogurt, nuts, or nut butters) and fiber (veggies, fruit, or 100% whole grains). Starting your day with a blood sugar-stabilizing blend of nutrients will help you slim down.

3. Drink more coffee.

Start your day with a cup of joe. Caffeine is a natural diuretic, which can reduce bloating, and an excellent source of antioxidants, which protect your cells from damage. You can have up to 400 mg — about a venti Starbucks coffee — daily, according to the Dietary Guidelines for Americans.

Not much of a coffee drinker? Tea is also a natural diuretic, and types of herbal tea such as dandelion or fennel root can also lend a hand. In fact: When a recent study compared the metabolic effect of green tea (in extract) with that of a placebo, researchers found that the green-tea drinkers burned about 70 additional calories in a 24-hour period.

4. Skip sugary beverages.

We just don't feel full by liquid calories in quite the same way as we do real food. Drinking a juice or caramel coffee drink just isn't as satisfying as eating a bowl of veggie- and protein-packed stir-fry. So monitor your intake of juice, soda, sweetened coffee and tea, and alcoholic beverages. If you consume each of those beverages during the day, you'll have taken in at least 800 extra calories by nighttime — and you'll still be hungry. (Incidentally, alcohol may suppress the metabolism of fat, making it tougher for you to burn those calories.)

5. Buy a set of 5-pound weights.

Strength training builds lean muscle tissue, which burns more calories — at work or at rest — 24 hours a day, seven days a week. The more lean muscle you have, the faster you'll slim down.

How do you start strength training? Try some push-ups or a few squats or lunges. Use your free weights to perform simple bicep curls or tricep extensions right in your home or office. Mix in some new ab, arm, back, and leg moves if you like. Strength training just three to four times per week can lead to rapid improvement in not only weight loss, but also range of motion, stability, and posture.

6. Eat spicy foods — seriously!

It can actually help you cut back on calories. That's because capsaicin, a compound found in jalapeño and cayenne peppers, may (slightly) increase your body's release of stress hormones such as adrenaline, which can speed up your ability to burn calories. What's more, eating hot peppers may help you eat more slowly and avoid overeating. You're more likely to stay more mindful of when you're full. Some great choices besides hot peppers: ginger and turmeric.

7. Go to bed earlier.

There's a ton of research that demonstrates getting less than the desired amount — about seven hours — of sleep per night can slow down your metabolism. Plus, when you're awake for longer, you're naturally more likely to snack on midnight munchies. So don't skimp on your ZZZ's, and you'll be rewarded with an extra edge when it comes to losing weight.

8. Keep a food journal.

People who log everything they eat — especially those who log while they're eating — are more likely to lose weight and keep it off for the long haul, studies consistently indicate. The habit also takes less than 15 minutes per day on average when you do it regularly, according to a 2019 study published in Obesity.

Start tracking on an app like MyFitnessPal or use a regular notebook. It'll help you stay accountable for what you've eaten. Plus, you can easily identify areas that could use a little improvement when it's written out in front of you.

9. Take a walk!

Exercising at any time is good for you, but evening activity may be particularly beneficial because many people's metabolism slows down toward the end of the

day. Thirty minutes of aerobic activity before dinner increases your metabolic rate and may keep it elevated for another two or three hours, even after you've stopped moving. Plus, it'll help you relax post-meal so you won't be tempted by stress-induced grazing that can rack up calories.

10. Resist the urge to skip a meal.

Skipping meals will not make you lose weight faster. If a hectic day makes a sit-down meal impossible, stash a piece of fruit and pack of nut butter in your car or purse and keep snacks in your desk drawer — anything that will keep you from going hungry! Going long periods of time without food does double-duty harm on our healthy eating efforts by both slowing down your metabolism, and priming you for a binge later in the day. (Think: You've skipped breakfast and lunch, so you're ready to take down a whole turkey by dinner!) Make it your mission to eat three meals and two snacks every day, and don't wait longer than three to four hours without eating. Set a "snack alarm" on your phone if needed.

[domesticblisss]

24 Hours

Marcel Barthel x Female Reader x Fabian Aichner Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word count: 2008 Warnings: Smut/A little angsty. Oral (female and male receiving), threesome, double penetration, PiV, anal. Alcohol mention. Inspired by Sky Ferreira’s song, 24 hours.

If she could describe their relationship, she would describe it with “I don’t know”. Simple as that. One big I don’t know. She doesn’t think they could be called friends with benefits, well, they talk almost weekly, ask how each other’s lives are going... does that makes them friends? She likes to call themselves “I’m in town, let’s do something with benefits”.  They don’t live that far from each other, it’s a 4 hour drive from their respective towns, and an even smaller flight. Their schedule rarely match, she knows how busy they get with training and travelling for live shows and she’s constantly travelling for her own job too.

They met a few years ago, the three of them far away from the places they now call home. She was in Los Angeles to meet a potential new client to her company and Marcel and Fabian, just arriving from Europe, on their first tour with NXT.

She met Marcel first. Tall, blonde, energetic. The sharpest cheekbones she has ever seen, green eyes that made her breathless. He sees her sitting at the bar’s counter and decides to try his luck. To be honesty, she wasn’t looking for anything, but how could she say no to that angel face that she knew was trouble. He was funny, his thick german accent making her swoon. They kept their conversation going for what felt like 40 minutes until they hear a strong but at the same time soft man’s voice shouting Marcel’s name.

Marcel introduces the new guy to her, “This is Fabian, my partner! We wrestle together.” Fabian is... something. Tall, but shorter than Marcel. Bald, but she can see the hint of a thick beard coming in. Broad shoulders, morning sky blue eyes, more reserved. Marcel does almost all the talking, but only nice things comes out when Fabian decides to speak. He also got an accent, she can’t pinpoint from where exactly, assumes it’s european too and later finds out he’s italian. “A german and an italian, what a combination...” she thinks, mesmerised by the way Fabian stares at her and this knowing look Marcel gets in his eyes when he glances at the both of them.

They decided to move to a table, to get more comfortable. A few beers for them, a couple of gin and tonics for her and they stay there chatting, exchanging experiences and laughs for hours. The bar is getting more crowded as time passes and it’s almost midnight when Fabian asks “do you want to get out of here? somewhere more quiet, more private?”

“With the two of you?” she wonders, incredulous.

“We’re like a 2 for 1 package deal!” intervenes Marcel.

She stops, looks at their faces for a few seconds. Fabian is serene, just waiting for his ‘yes or no’ answer, Marcel looks like an eager kid at a candy store, about to explode with excitement but trying to hide it behind a nonchalant mask.

She wets her lips, looks at the both of them and agrees with it, “Sure. Where are you two staying at?”

They ended up going to hers, it being a five minute walk only.

What she thought would be a 1 hour top kind of night turned out to be a 48 hour weekend, with them stopping only to eat, drink some water and rest for a bit when it got too much. When she asked them if they need to workout or practice they answered in union “Oh, it’s gonna be a cardio weekend”.

Those little time out moments they spent getting to know each other. The boys told her how they started wrestling, places they’ve traveled and people they’ve met. She told them about how she started her own marketing company a year ago and how it’s slowly growing.

“I’m here for a client meeting, actually. A big, big client. I was at the bar celebrating.”

“So that means you got the contract, right?” Fabian asks excitedly.

“Yeah!”, and with her confirmation, Marcel agrees it calls for a celebration.

The celebration turns out to be 3 back to back orgasms for her. She was sure they would have had continued if she didn’t beg them to stop once she couldn’t feel her legs anymore.

The weekend went on like this. By the time the trio had to leave, they had exchanged contacts and addresses, finding out how close to each other they were.

They kept in touch, always reaching out to see how the other was, letting them know if they were around. That was their dynamic. A few encounters that lasted, 2, 3, 24 hours that, sometimes, she wished it would never end.

 One summer, tired of all the work she has been doing, she decides to take a vacation. This comes up during one of their conversations and Marcel has the great idea of inviting her to watch them perform live, “You could stay with us, if you want to, of course”, Fabian chimes in.

Agreeing with it, she packs her stuff and leaves on the next wednesday. She decides to drive there, using those precious little hours to clear her head. The GPS system and radio are on and it’s time to go.

The first couple of hours goes smoothly. She sings along to her favourite tunes, dances a little and makes a quick bathroom break. When she’s back in the road, the GPS alerts her that an accident happened, doubling her arrival time. Deciding to let the boys know, she sends them a quick audio message on their group chat, “Hey, some accident just happened on the highway. Traffic is awful... I’ll probably get there by the time the show starts.” Fabian is the one to answer her, almost immediately, telling her that’s it’s okay, that when she arrives she should look for Harry Johnson from Relations that everything will be sorted out, finishing with a “Please drive safe, tesoro ❤”

That tesoro and heart emoji combo haunted her for the rest of the trip.

They never called her any pet names.

The rest of the trip went by without any troubles. She arrives 10 minutes before the show starts, with Harry waiting for her by the door, being greeted with a backstage pass and a front row seat ticket.

She was delighted with the show. The sheer athleticism, the lights and the charisma were out of this world. But she couldn’t believe was how well Marcel and Fabian worked together. They knew each other’s moves to perfection, they knew exactly what to do, when to attack their opponents, when to save each other. Their perfect partnership made them win the NXT Tag Team titles for the second time that night.

She ran backstage looking for them, meeting the duo at their dressing room.

Marcel was the first one to greet her, hugging her so tightly she couldn’t breathe, “I’m so happy you came to see us, liebe!”

The boys took turns on taking their showers to keep her company, deciding that it would be better to head straight to their apartment. Marcel went ahead of them, letting Fabian accompany her, guiding her back to their place.

It was a silent drive, with soft music playing on the radio. He kept his left hand on her right thigh all the time, rubbing soothing circles on its insides. On red lights he would either seal their lips together or pepper her cheeks and neck with light kisses.

As soon as she got through the door of their apartment, Marcel was on her, clinging on her lips like a starved man, “do you know how much we have missed you, liebe?”

“We can’t believe you are here, Tesoro. We shouldn’t stay that long without seeing each other again”, says Fabian, while kissing her neck.

“What is it with the two of you and pet names today?” she says between moans, both Fabian and Marcel hitting her sweet spots. Marcel stops and asks what she means with it, she says that this is the first time they ever called her something like that and all he says before lifting her up to snake her legs around his waist is “I’m sorry, let us right our wrongs”

The german takes her to his bedroom, Fabian following close behind. As soon as they arrive, they waste no time on taking their clothes off. Marcel lies on his bed, ordering her to sit on his face which she takes no time to comply.

“I brought lube and the plug, they are on the pink bag on the front pocket of my suitcase.” She tells Fabian when they break their kiss, and she can feel Marcel moan beneath her. Fabian wastes no time to grab it, covering two fingers in lube and inserting one at a time to get her used to it. He takes is time with it, going slow as to not hurt her, after a minute, he slowly inserts the plug.

She grabs him by the hand, brings him down to a quick kiss and as soon as he is up, she stars sucking him. Slow licks and stokes, increasing as she feels him lose control, he grabs her by the hair, making her deep throat his dick.

Between her legs, Marcel takes some time to breathe, mesmerized by the scene unfolding above him, “You two are so fucking hot” and goes back to his job.

They stay like that for a while, with her only stopping sucking Fabian when she reaches her high.

The boys switch places, Fabian now lying down, helping her take the plug off to switch it with his throbbing cock. Marcel is not left behind, lining himself between her thighs and entering her in one swift move.

Their great work on the ring transfers to the bedroom, with the both of them working in sync to make her lose her mind. It isn’t long before she comes again, taking Fabian with her. Marcel keeps his thrusts hard and deep even with her walls closing around him, making him reach his own high a matter of seconds later.

He collapses on top of them, making the other two laugh. They stay like this for a little while, basking in each other’s presence, taking in their scents.

Marcel decides to get up when he feels his dick going limp inside her, grabbing a towel to clean her up a little, and Fabian opts for grabbing a bottle of water for the three of them.

They get back to bed with her, silence consuming them. After a few minutes, all the thoughts she has been suppressing for sometime now comes back to her.

“What are we?”

“What do you mean, liebe?”

“Are we friends? Acquaintances? What is this thing we have? I’m sorry and if you guys want to end it after this, it’s okay, but I have to say it, I’ve been keeping it inside for so long… the days we have together are the best ones. Ever. It sucks that I can only see the two of you for so little time, one day or a weekend is not enough. I always look forward to your texts, even when it’s you sending some stupid gaming meme I don’t get or Marcel thirst trapping. I hate that we live so close to each other and see ourselves so little… FUCK I’m ranting, I’m sorry. I should probably leave.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Fabian stops her, “first of all, Tesoro, you are not leaving and we are not ending anything. Marcel and I were talking about this last week, that’s why we decided to invite you to the show tonight. We love you and we didn’t know how to say it. Wait, I guess I just did? Anyway… you have your life and we didn’t want to mess with it, but, if you want to, we could try and work something out.”

“So, what do you say, liebe? Could we work something out?”

“Yeah, we can work something out…”

[hes-a-rainbow]

A Rose By Any Other Name (Part Two)

(Banner by @tiostyles)

Part One

“S’what she like?” Niall was questioning Harry about Fiona. He had only been home for a few minutes when Niall bombarded him with questions.

“Ya don’t have a chance, mate.” Harry laughed.

“S’what that s’pposed to mean?” Niall looked hurt but Harry knew he was just trying to get his dick wet.

“She’s too good for you. And Gemma says she’s off limits.” Harry said as he shut the bathroom door behind him and right in Niall’s face. There he was lying on behalf of Gemma again.

When Gemma came home from returning the truck, He took her aside and told her it was Fiona who wanted to go out. Gemma really didn’t want to, but she was keen on becoming better friends with Fiona, and she needed a few drinks after such a long day.

After a quick shower, Fiona stepped out into her bedroom, she was lucky enough to score the bedroom with the personal bathroom but only because she paid extra in rent.

Her hair was wet on her back as she tried to pick out what to wear. Most of her clothes were still packed away so she settled on an old pair of jeans and a tank top. She eyed the box labeled CLOTHES where she knew she had thrown some bras in hastily the night before. She looked in the mirror, double checking to see if it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. She shrugged at her reflection, a little side boob never heard anybody, she thought.

Harry was obviously attractive, and after her bold talk about her tattoo she decided some harmless flirting wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Her bedroom door swung open. Less than 24 hours together and the unspoken laws of privacy were already out the door. “Car’s here,” Gemma announced as she glided in to double check her hair in the mirror, “And remember, don’t mind Niall. He’s a huge flirt at first but once he realizes he doesn’t have a chance you’ll realize exactly what a sweetheart he is.”

“Gotcha,” Fiona responded and slipped her phone into her back pocket.

“Same with Harry. Talks a real big game but is terrible when it comes to understanding women. I swear it’s like boys only think with one part of their body and I’m not talking about the head that’s on their neck.”

Fiona scoffed, shaking her head in agreement while following Gemma out her bedroom door.

Harry and another brunette were already sitting at a booth in the back of the hardly lite bar when they arrived. The ding of the bell on the door seemed to alert Harry and he waved them over estactically. The comforting scent of whiskey and cigarettes danced into Fiona’s nostrils.

“You clean up nice.” Harry spoke as they reached their table, standing so he could greet them cordially. He gave Fiona a quick wink and a small smirk which she was quickly realizing was a signature move of his.

“Can’t say the same about you.” She replied quickly, Harry could hear Niall chuckling next to him. Okay, he thought, he liked a challenge. Gemma hugged Niall hello and then rolled her eyes at her little brother, “Gonna order a gin and tonic, you?”

“Make that two.” Fiona responded while holding two fingers up. Once Gemma walked away, Niall swooped right in, seemingly floating over to Fiona’s side, “Hey, I’m Niall.” He said with his blindingly white smile.

“Well, very nice to meet you, Niall.” She shook his hand.

“’ere, sit next to me.” Harry said quickly before Niall had the chance to ask her. She smiled as she sat down.

“S’where you from?” Niall asked.

“Colorado,” Fiona’s head shook as she glanced down the the ageless water rings on the table.

Dammit, why didn’t he think of that, Harry thought. Such a simple question, but the whole day he hadn’t even thought to ask.

“And what brings ye ‘ere?”

“Well I came here to study abroad, and I just kind of feel in love. Haven’t really picked up an accent yet though.”

“Me neider.” Niall said in his thick Irish accent while giving her a swoon worthy smile. Harry was getting pretty annoyed that Niall was so openly flirting with her when he said she was off limits. But then again, when did Niall ever listen to anything he said?

Once Gemma came back they started talking about everything and nothing. Harry learned that Fiona was actually his age, making her younger than Gemma. She had an older brother back home and was very close with her family, calling or texting them at least once a day even when they were in completely different time zones. As she spoke to the group, Harry took the time to admire the tattoos that scattered her arms. There didn’t seem to be much of a theme, much like his own, but he couldn’t wait until he could find the right moment to ask her the meaning behind each and everyone one of them. Preferably in his, when she had no clothes on...He shook his head as his teenager like thoughts gulping back the rest of his beer before holding a finger up to the bartender to indicate he was ready for another. Something about this girl completely threw him off his game and he was determined to find out exactly what it was.

Niall went on and on about his embarrassing stories that him and Harry shared back in college where they had first met. Harry loved the way Fiona threw her head back when she found something especially funny. During one particularly funny story, she had leaned over to make sure she didn’t miss a second of Niall’s story and Harry had to pull his eyes away because at the vantage point of where he was sitting, he could almost see completely down her shirt.

“I have an idea…” Niall started, snapping Harry out of his own head and back into reality. “Never ‘ave I ever?” Niall already had a few drinks in him and was starting to slur his words.

Fiona looked to Gemma, who just shrugged her shoulders. “Let’s go.” Gemma responded for the both of them.

“Alright! I’ll go first, never have I ever… given someone a blow job!” Niall shouted and seemed way too excited to ask this question. A few other patrons looked over at their table from over their shoulders, Niall’s announcement seeming to peak there interest.

“Really…that’s your first question?” Harry was suddenly embarrassed by Niall. Even more embarrassed then the time freshman year when him and Niall finally got invited to their first sorority party only for Niall to throw up on one of the girls after getting completely wasted. Needless to say after a punch from the girls boyfriend and Harry having to literally carry Niall out of the house bridal style, they were no longer welcome at Beta Sai.

But Niall only shrugged and laughed, not seeming to be ashamed by his childish question at all. Fiona was the first one to take a drink, then Gemma.

“Alright, gross, really didn’t need to know that.” Harry rubbed his hands on his face, he felt like this was going to be one long night.

Gemma was next. “Never have I ever…ate a girl out?” Gemma giggled after saying this, turns out she wasn’t so great at this game either.

The two boys took a drink. And then so did Fiona.

“Oh, now this is getting interesting.” Niall was practically drooling as he leaned across the table.

All Fiona did was smile and take another sip from her drink.

“You have to give us more information after that!” Niall shouted.

“That’s not how the game works!” Fiona responded laughing.

Harry’s eyes widened at the thought. He could already feel his pants growing tighter. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get that image out of his head. But he also couldn’t help but wonder if he read the signals wrong. Was she gay? Bisexual? It wasn’t really any of his business and he really had no place in asking but it didn’t stop his curiosity. But Fiona was next and he was intrigued with what she would say next, “Okay, never have I ever…had a one night stand.”

Kind of disappointing given the build up, Harry thought.

“That’s absurd. I don’t believe you.” Gemma said after taking a drink.

“Not my style, I guess I always keep them coming back for more.” Fiona just laughed as she took another swig of her drink while looking over her cup to Harry. He was done for. He only met this girl a few hours ago but he already wanted to fuck her and know everything about her. She was mysterious. She only let out a few details of her life at a time, and never enough to figure out the whole story. It was frustrating but he was now more intrigued than ever.

“Mmmm, hard to follow up ‘innit?” He smirked at Fiona. She just shrugged innocently.

“Alright, how ‘bout this one…never have I ever gotten a blowie while on skype with my mum.”

“Oh low blow man….” Niall took a drink, while Gemma and Fiona laughed. By now, there were a few people on the dance floor. Harry saw Fiona look over and watch them with an indescribable look on her face.

“You dance?”

“Sometimes, when I’m in the mood.” She responded.

Niall and Gemma were having their own conversation to the side.

“How ‘bout now?” He glanced over to see if Gemma was listening, “You in the mood now?” He definitely meant for the question to be taken two different ways but he also wanted to see if she would pick up on that.

“Dunno yet.” She motioned her head down. “But seems you are.” She smirked and lifted her eyebrows.

Harry was mortified, he honestly didn’t think it was that noticeable, but he was also wearing skin tight jeans. She was still looking at him with a knowing look in her eye.

“Niall just looks really good tonight.” She laughed at that but he knew she only did that to lighten the tension.

“Dance with me.” She wasn’t asking.

He looked down at his crotch, “Not right now, sweetheart.”

“Just walk behind me, no one will notice.” She was already standing from her seat. Harry got up quick as to not draw attention from Niall and Gemma. Luckily his shirt was long enough that it landed on the tops of his thighs.

“Oi, where you goin’?” Niall shouted even though Harry was literally right next to him.

“Dance.” Harry shrugged. He made sure to stand close to Fiona as to not give away his semi. Once they got to the dance floor a new song began. It wasn’t fast and wasn’t slow, Fiona put her arms around Harry’s neck and they swayed with the beat. He was suddenly very aware of how good she smelled.

“So are you gonna ask me?” She looked up at him.

“Ask ya what?” He wasn’t really sure what she was referring to, and he really didn’t want to ask the wrong thing.

“Do you have sex with girls?” She mimicked in a deep voice that he guessed was supposed to be his.

“Really none of my business, innit.” He thought that was the right thing to say, but in all honesty he was dying to know her answer.

“Sure about that?” She asked as she got closer to him, this time he knew she could feel him against her. She rolled her hips into him a bit to emphasize her point. He swallowed hard.

“’Kay, so tell me,” he added quickly, “if you want.”

She smiled up at him, “Yes, I have sex with girls…and I have sex with boys.”

Again that image of her with another woman kept popping up. Harry cleared his throat, “That’s good, keeps your options open.”

Keeps your options open?! What the fuck does that even mean? He was furious with himself. For the second time tonight, Harry was mortified. He had many gay friends and was always supportive of the LGBTQ community, and that was literally the stupidest thing anyone could say when someone comes out to you.

Fiona just looked up at him, he couldn’t gauge her reaction but he also didn’t know what he could say to make the situation better. She made a “mhm” sound, and then slowly began to pull away from him. He was about to open his mouth to say something, anything, when Gemma popped up next to them.

“Loo break?” She asked. She didn’t even seem to notice the tension between Fiona and Harry. It was probably because she was drunk. Sober Gemma would have definitely noticed something was amuck. Fiona shook her head yes while Gemma grabbed her arm and led her to the bathroom.

“Off limits, ay mate?” Niall grabbed Harry’s shoulder and made a gesture to his jeans.

“Shut it.” Harry really wasn’t in the mood to be hassled right now.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always appreciated!

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Remembering the Ice Man - Albert Collins (October 1, 1932 – November 24, 1993)

He’d started out on an Epiphone but, on seeing Clarence Gatemouth Brown wailing on a Fender Esquire, promptly switched brands, discovered the Tele and, ultimately, his go-to instrument – a Fender 1966 Custom Telecaster, with ash body, maple fretboard, ashtray bridge, Gibson humbucker at the neck.

His lines were emotional and tasteful, packed with incredible bends, often wild vibrato, slurs and slides and speedy hammered-on/pulled-off licks. Collins’ right hand was key to his unmistakeable phrasing and tone. He eschewed the precision of a pick and played his Tele with his fingers, his thumb and forefinger doing most of the work.

One trademark was his juicy ‘double octave’ move. Say he was capo’d for D: he’d pop the low E string with his thumb for the tonic note and immediately follow that with the D two octaves up – 14th fret of his second string – played with his forefinger.

Then he’d shake that sucker for every ounce of feel it had in it.

His preference for pick-hand upstrokes meant the flesh of his fingers tempered the twang of his Tele, usually amped to eye-watering volume by his 100-watt Fender Quad Reverb (bass dialled to zero, everything else cranked).

Sometimes the cable connecting Tele to amp ran to 100 feet long – the story goes he could leave the venue mid-show, go next door to order pizza, and come back without even missing a note. Cool? They didn’t call him The Iceman for nothing...

-Grant Moon, Guitar World

Photo: Charlie Gillett Collection/Redferns.

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

Electroconvulsive therapy didn’t become a thing until 1938, meaning smeyer really didn’t do any proper research for her characters. The following is a low-down on the treatments Alice received while institutionalized. Alice was admitted with symptoms of delusions (and hysteria), seizures, and migraines.

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐞.

Effective at easing tonic-clonic, grand mal, and myoclonic seizures.

Difficult to dose due to a long half-life.

Side effects include; depression, lethargy, loss of appetite, nausea/emesis, paresis (weakness of voluntary movement) of the limbs/eyes/vocal cords, and delirium (confusion, abnormal speech, memory loss and trouble concentration).

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.

A minor sedative to reduce anxiety.

Does not suppress epileptiform discharges.

Can be used to treat insomnia.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟: 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞.

Alice experienced migraines often, after seizures (visions).

She would be given codeine and left in a pitch dark room until the pain subsided (usually within 24 hours).

Her dosage would be replenished every four hours until the symptoms stopped.

These migraines would occur at least once a month.

𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲.

Warm baths used to calm excited and agitated behaviour.

Patients could expect a continuous bath treatment to last several hours to several days, sometimes even overnight.

Most effective environment was quiet, low light, with audio stimulation.

Cold packs used for those showing signs of, “excitement and increased motor activity.”

Cold water slowed the blood flow to the brain, decreasing mental and physical activity.

𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Limb holders, typically padded leather, would restrain her wrists and ankles.

If especially agitated, use of a straight jacket was commonplace.

Alice was in a near constant state of sedation, the time she was conscious enough to retain much is debatable. The medication left her largely unable to perform basic tasks on her own, and kept her sleeping most of the time. Her head was shaved when a bout of lice struck her ward.

Essentially due to the symptoms of her medication (delirium, lethargy, paresis), humiliating in some cases (incontinence), and inhibition to act of her own volition (change her own clothes, choose when to eat, when to go to bed, etc), and extreme isolation during hydrotherapy treatments, Alice’s only psychological defense was to dissociate, leading to an extreme case of 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀.  She does not recall much of the year leading up to her institutionalization, nor the duration of her treatment. Her memory is also a little foggy up until regaining consciousness after surviving the Bite, and waking up alone as a newborn vampire, with an onslaught of powerful visions. The memories aren’t gone however, they are merely repressed due to the emotional trauma she endured.

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Within the context of Vainglory, and given Alice’s suppressed ability of interdimentional travel, her worst “fits” (visions) and later dissociations actually sent her to the Mirror World (the Noctis homeworld) as some kind of astral projection. She called it Wonderland and that’s where she met Hatter many times throughout her older childhood and teens, eventually visiting for extended periods of time.