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Elevate Your Fitness Journey with Expert Fitness Trainers in Oakland and San Francisco

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Our fitness trainers are well-versed in creating personalized training programs that cater to your unique needs and aspirations. Whether looking to shed those extra pounds, build lean muscle, or improve your overall endurance, our trainers will craft a plan that aligns with your goals and preferences.

In San Francisco, our fitness coach brings a wealth of expertise and a passion for empowering individuals to lead healthier lives. They understand that everyone's fitness journey is different, and they are here to provide the guidance, motivation, and accountability you need to succeed.

At Fast Pace Personal Training Inc., we believe that fitness is not just about the physical aspect. It's about cultivating a positive mindset, nurturing your mental well-being, and embracing a holistic approach to health. Our fitness trainers in both Oakland and San Francisco are dedicated to helping you achieve balance in all areas of your life.

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Things To Consider Before Hiring a Bodybuilding Coach

You have now decided to take the next step on your fitness journey and work with an expert who will aid you in reaching your wellness and health goals. Not only does having the support of a personal trainer in Los Angeles will keep you more accountable and inspired when it comes to weekly workouts, but she will also play a huge role in aiding you to increase your time at the gym, prevent any kind of injury and get more continuous results.

But there is a fine line between making an investment in future fitness success and throwing your money out the window on something that will not work at all. The difference? Understanding how to choose the right individual will aid you in setting the correct goals to achieve your desired outcomes.

Also, it is vital to do your diligence as you go about choosing your personal fitness trainer. All it takes is legwork to consider whether or not anyone is the right fit for your requirements. After all, it is named personal training. It means working closely to create a bond that may aid you in staying inspired and engaged throughout the process.

Let us know a few things you must consider before choosing your bodybuilding trainer. 

Philosophy

It is a subtle yet critical thing as it will break or make your experience. Is it gym based workout or an outside one? How will your personal trainer develop this program, and on what beliefs is it based? Will you be sticking solely to free weights or machines? You may ask the philosophy and check if it makes sense for your choices and goals.

Experience

Practice makes you perfect, so a body building in San Fransico trainer who has been around the block a few times has perfected his process for offering the top cues to aid you in getting the most out of every single rep. If you are okay with that, then it is best to resist the urge to cut a deal with a certified and licensed personal trainer in favor of one who has previous experience.

Reputation

The best thing a trainer will get is a referral from you, but having individuals see the results of their prospects firsthand comes in a close second. People, when achieving their goals, is the ultimate thing, and good trainers in Los Angeles are always happy to share their testimonials, success stories, and referrals.

Progress

Also, a personalized training program based on your fitness levels and goals and your personal trainer might need a method to track your progress so you may see that your hard work pays off. Benchmarks such as strength gains, weight loss, PRs, and other things will aid you not only to be on track but also to make sure that your personal trainer is doing their work.

Availability

There is no doubt that consistency is key when working with your personal trainer. It is the best thing to know about his schedule. How many prospects does he has, e.g., is he booked without wiggle room? How much advance he takes, and what is his cancellation policy? Does he wish to book them at the same time every week? Is it more of a floating schedule that changes often? Can he make up missed calls? Make sure to know all these things.

Credentials

There should be no excuse and a personal trainer must be able to show you a fitness certification in their area of expertise. To become certified, personal trainers in Los Angeles have to pass an exam through accredited organizations such as The ACE or American Council on Exercise, and NASMA or the National Academy of Sports Medicine and the National Strength and Conditioning Association (NSCA). It makes sure that they have met specific standards of competence and professionals from a reliable organization.

Cost

Just as personality, philosophy, and experience will range between personal trainers, so can their hourly rate, and location, depending on certifications. Before you start your hunt, make sure you sit down and decide about your budget. If there are solo sessions hourly, make sure to check with your trainer, as some of them provide semi-private ones or discounts for buying in bulk.

Personality

What inspires you? Few individuals do well with positive reinforcement in cheerleading, while others like to get scared into doing a few squats. You must talk to a personal trainer and know their style of training to know whether it fits you.

Wrapping up

Choose Fast Pace for your bodybuilding in San Francisco. Once you choose Fast Pace fitness trainers, you don't have to worry about anything. At Fast Pace, we offer small group options, an app to keep a record of your progress, and proper nutritional coaching to cater to the best results for you. Fast Pace is the best personal trainer that offers a one-stop solution to our clients.

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Panthera Tigris Tigris Nikos

Jaune: Hey, Pyrrha? Can I have a hug?

Pyrrha: Of course, Jaune! (Hugs)

Jaune: (Sinks into her)

Pyrrha: Would anyone else like-

Nora: (Dragging Ren) MEMEMEME~!

Fun Fact! Bengal tigers are big. Females have been documented to reach 400 pounds, males 500 pounds, and occasionally larger specimens reaching 700 pounds. Royal Bengal Tigers are reportedly even bigger, with one specimen shot by David Hasinger in 1967 was reported to be 857 pounds, measured at 11 feet long, and left paw prints "the size of dinner plates," and it's last meal was a live water buffalo weighed down by an eighty-pound weight. It is displayed in the Smithsonian Institutions's National Museum of Natural History, in the Hall of Mammals.

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Pyrrha: Ready for our run, Jaune?

Jaune: You bet! Maybe this time I could-

Pyrrha: (Ear flicks) Oh, uh, why don't you keep warming up, Jaune? I need to grab something from the dorm.

Jaune: Oh, uh, sure thing, Pyrrha. I'll be right here.

Cardin: (Sitting on the roof) What the hell? Where's Nikos go- (Door swings open, Mauled)

Fun Fact! Bengal Tigers are fast. They can make short sprints of forty miles per hour, which is about the speed of a thoroughbred horse. An incident with a startled tigress mother with her cubs in Nepal in 1974 resulted in the death of a researcher who was hiding 15 feet in a tree. In 2007, on Christmas Day at the San Francisco Zoo, an Amur Tiger cleared a thirty-foot moat to maul three visitors who were harassing the tiger, killing one of them before being killed after four shots to the skull by responding police officer's .40-caliber-pistol rounds. It should be noted that the Amur was a captive tiger, raised from birth in the zoo. Imagine a wild tiger raised in the jungle.

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Pyrrha: Are you okay, Jaune?

Jaune: Y-Yeah, I... Wait, what about the goliath?!

Pyrrha: It's okay, Jaune. I took care of it.

Jaune: But how, Pyrrha? (Holding) Your weapons-!

Pyrrha: (Takes, Smiles) I took care of it.

Jaune: (Looks behind her, Sees dead goliath)

Fun Fact! Bengal Tigers are strong. Their bite force can reach up to a thousand pounds, which is much stronger than a pitbull's and about a quarter of a great white shark. Their prey includes deer, buffalo, bison, bears, rhinos, and elephants. A single blow can break a bear's spine, and easily decapitate a human.

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Jaune: Thanks again for letting us come visit, Mrs. Nikos.

Mama Nikos: Oh, Jaune, don't be so formal. We're practically family, so just call me Mama.

Jaune: Uh... No, I'll just stick with Mrs. Nikos, if you don't mind.

Mama Nikos: Oh, you are just so polite! I'm glad Pyrrha could have such a handsome team leader like you.

Pyrrha: (Blushing) M-Mom...

Nora: Can I have more meat buns, Mama?

Ren: Nora...

Nora: Oh, right! Khm! May I have more meat buns, Mama?

Mama Nikos: They're in the oven.

Jaune: So what do you do for a living, Mrs. Nikos?

Mama Nikos: I'm a personal fitness trainer. It's actually how I met Pyrrha's father. He said he could perform a perfect double twister kick, and I told him it was impossible unless he could twist and launch himself at a 167 degree rotation with a north-northwest gale blowing at 3.5 miles per hour behind him-

Mama Nikos: (Ding!) Oh! Meat buns are done!

Jaune: Huh...

Pyrrha: Don't worry. I didn't get it the first time, either.

Fun Fact! Bengal tigers are smart. Cubs are raised by their mothers for two and a half to three years. There are also notes of tigers imitating deer and bear calls. They will chase larger prey into water, tear at buffalo legs to bring them to the ground, and will flip porcupines from to their backs to avoid spines. There are also records of tigers killing 15-foot crocodiles, 20-foot pythons, 300-pound seals, and a 20-year-old elephant.

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Jaune: Hm? Hey, Pyrrha? Who's this standing with your mom?

Pyrrha: Hm? Oh... That's... That's my mother. She... She's not around anymore.

Jaune: Do... Do you want to talk about it?

Pyrrha: I... I don't know where to begin. She was my hero, but she did something really bad, and she died when I was really young. And I...

Jaune: Hey. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

Pyrrha: (Leans on Jaune) I was probably six years old when it happened. She and I were on our way to watch a tournament together, but then this guy came from out of nowhere. He shot at us and broke her jaw. She carried me back home, and then... She left that night. I didn't learn about what happened to her until just after getting accepted into Beacon. She... She went on a rampage and then... Then she...

Jaune: (Holds her) Hey, hey. It's okay, Pyrrha. I'm... I'm sorry to hear that. I'm... I'm sure she was a great mom.

Pyrrha: (Sniffles) She was the best. And, on the bright side, because of her, there's a new standard for huntsman and huntresses to follow. And she's part of the reason why I became a huntress. So I could make sure everyone follows the standard. Follows the example she set. (Smiles) I think she would have liked you.

Jaune: (Looks at family photo) I think I would have like her, too.

Fun Fact! In the first ten years of the 20th century, until her death in 1907, the Champawat Tiger, also known as "the man-eater" killed and ate 436 humans in western Nepal. She evaded capture and continued to kill until she was shot by British hunter Jim Corbett, who speculated the tigress lost her teeth years ago from a gunshot, forcing her to change her prey to much easier humans. He then went on to be an advocate for wild tigers and spent the latter years of his life devoted to their conservation, even having a conservation park in Nepal dedicated to him.

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Louis Tomlinson teases a glimpse of his tattooed physique beneath a crochet bomber jacket as he hits the red carpet at Rolling Stone UK Awards

By Geraint Llewellyn | For Mailonline

14:49 EST 23 Nov 2023 , updated 18:00 EST 23 Nov 2023

Louis Tomlinson cut a trendy figure as he attended the very first Rolling Stone UK Awards at London's Camden Roundhouse on Thursday.

The former One Direction star, 31, opted for all black with a crochet bomber jacket teasing a glimpse of his muscular and tattooed physique beneath.

Louis teamed the top with a vest and matching black trousers as he posed on the star-studded red carpet.

Slipping his feet into a pair of comfy trainers, the hitmaker sported designer stubble with wore his brunette locks in a shaggy style.

The first ever Rolling Stone UK awards, in collaboration with Remy Martin, celebrates music and will induct 13 winners into the Rolling Stone UK Hall of Fame.

Big night: Louis Tomlinson cut a trendy figure as he attended the very first Rolling Stone UK Awards at London's Camden Roundhouse on Thursday

Taking place at London's Camden Roundhouse, comic Munya Chawaw, 30, will host the event, with live performances. The ceremony is sponsored by Volvo.

In the Live Act category, Nova Twins, Loyle Carner, Yungblud, Elton John, Louis Tomlinson and Rina Sawayama are nominated.

Rolling Stone magazine was initially founded in San Francisco in 1967 with John Lennon on the front cover. Rolling Stone UK was founded two years ago.

Head of events at Roundhouse Rhian Pressley said: 'We're thrilled to be hosting the first ever Rolling Stone UK awards. It promises to be a very special evening with some brilliant artists.

'And that is to celebrate those with talent, who want to break the mould, push the boundaries and succeed in their artistic realm.'

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Sliding Into Home ~ Maybe I Should Have Ducked?

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

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San Francisco is usually beautiful in late Spring. The air wasn’t sweltering yet, the flowers were in bloom.  

And the rivalry with Los Angeles was in full swing.  

Frank gritted his teeth at the thought of having to see Bobby Fuller again.  That asshole had been traded two years after the Vegas incident and he and Frank had been at each others throats during that time. So seeing him with the Giants was hard.  The Dodgers would be playing the Giants more often than he did with the Red Sox.  

During the first inning, there was almost a full out brawl when the pitcher almost hit Frank in the head with an errant pitch. Frank got into his face but never made a violent move.  The benches were  given a warning and play continued.  

Abby sat in the dugout as the trainer on the field, a responsibility that she enjoyed because not only was she involved with the team, but she was also close to Frank.  They didn’t interact much, knowing the TV cameras were everywhere, but Frank gave her a side smirk every once in a while, allowing the butterflies to gather in her stomach. When he could, he gave her a gentle touch, so she knew he was there.  

It seemed the game calmed down for a few innings until the top of the sixth.  Frank was back at bat and observed a pitching changeup.  The new pitcher, Smith, stopped to hear something from Fuller and then warmed up. Frank was curious but he let it go, concentrating on the pitch. The first one was low and inside, the second was away.  Frank smirked. He knew he just needed to be patient.  

Except when the fastball went wide of the box. And bounced off of Frank’s hand and into his face.  

He dropped to the ground, not moving. Abby grabbed her bag and followed another trainer out to the field. “Adler? Frank? Can you hear me?” Abby looked at Dave, the other trainer. “We need to move him. Get the brace.”  After fitting Frank with the neck brace, Dave and Abby carefully turned him over. “Oh Frankie,” she whispered.  

Frank had blood coming from the side of his face. “Fuck,” he moaned.  He blinked. “Cricket?”  

“Oh thank God. Let’s get the backboard,” she ordered Dave. As the EMTs came in, she smiled down at Frank. “If you wanted my attention, there are other ways Franklin.”  

“Full name treatment. I’m an injured man Cricket.” He smiled but immediately grimaced. Johnny came over to check on him.  “Hey man.”  

“Adler, jesus, are you ok?” 

“Maybe I should have ducked?” 

Abby smacks his shoulder. “We’re gonna get him checked out Storm.”  They loaded him to a cart as the crowd in San Francisco clapped and Frank gave a wave.  

The ride to the hospital was quick and Abby spoke with the attending physician to advise what happened.  She stood back in the examination room as the doctors on call checked him over.  The lead doctor came to speak to Abby. “Dr. Hernandez, it looks like Mr. Adler has a very minor concussion, a contusion on his face that will require a couple of stitches and a broken pinkie finger.  My recommendation is three weeks of healing.”  

Abby let out a sigh of relief. “That's better news than I had hoped for.  I agree with your assessment.  I will let the team know. Thank you so much.”  

“We can release him in your care today but no flying for 48 hours. Let me know if you need anything else?” 

“Just copies of his records for the team.” They shook hands and Abby went to Frank. “How do you feel about a small vacation?” 

“That bad?” 

“Broken pinkie, a small cut that needs stitches, and a small concussion. The League is putting you into concussion protocol, which is two weeks and the pinkie will need an extra week.  I’m sorry love, but three weeks on the injury reserved.”  

“That’s all of June,” Frank whines as he leans his head back.  Abby runs her nails through his scalp gently and he lets out a hum of contentment. “Will you stay with me Cricket?” He looked at her with puppy eyes.  

“I will have to work a little but yes, I can stay with you.”  

“What about...” 

“He’s back east with the firm. He took a case over there that will last about a month.” She bit her lip. “We’ll be fine.”  

Frank kissed the inside of her wrist. “I love you.”  

“I love you.  Now, let’s get you discharged and to the hotel. I need to let Todd know your status and have another trainer join the team for the rest of the trip.”  

When Frank and Abby arrived back at LAX, a teary Mary and Scott were waiting for them.  Mary ran up to Frank and he scooped her up with his good hand.  She cried into his neck, and he tried to sooth her. “Hey Nugget, its ok, I’m ok.”  

Mary pulled back and squished his face between her small hands.  She pushes his head around, inspecting the cut and his eyes. “Frank, you scared me.” She pushes his lips to make him smile. “You’re smiling.”  

“Yeah, I scared me too.  But Abby took good care of me.”  He flashed a soft smile to Abby before Mary launched herself into Abby.  

“Thank you, Abby, for taking care of Frank.”  

“Always Nugget. I’ll always take care of my family.”  She put Mary down so Frank could take her hand and she turned to Scott.  “How bad?” 

“She cried until you guys called. It was pretty scary.” Scott huffs.  “If he wanted your attention...” 

“I did not do it to get her attention,” Frank growled.  “If I wanted to get her attention, I would just need to show her my...” 

“Franklin!” 

Scott snickered as Frank groaned.  “Franklin, that’s so lame,” Mary says.  

Frank looks at Abby, who blows him a kiss. He shakes his head but returns the gesture as they make it out to the car.  Getting home, Frank gets to the couch and leans his head back. “Are you in pain Frankie?” 

“A little, Cricket.” He grimaces. “Just feel pressure behind my eyes.”  

“Yep, that’s the concussion.” Abby reaches for her bag and takes out a couple of tablets. “Here, let me get you some water.” Scott comes around with a bottle of water and Frank looks at him gratefully. He swallows the medicine and tries to close his eyes. “Baby, if you want to sleep, you should be in your room with the curtains closed. You’ll feel better, promise.”  

“Will you lay with me?” he asked pathetically.  

“Sure love.”  She helps Frank up and into his room. She gets him down and curled up against him. “Better?” He nodded and closed his eyes. “Rest, my love.  I’ll be right here.”  

The next ten days were calm with Frank still recovering from his concussion. On day 12, he became restless. He woke up with his Cricket in his arms, her butt right up against his pelvis. Christ, her ass is perfect, he thinks. He lets his hand wander down, dipping below her panties. She sighs in her sleep, but Frank wants to wake her up. He pulls her leg over his hip to open her up and lets his fingertips dip into her folds. Fucking wet and warm for him, like always. He slowly sinks a finger in.  

“Frankie,” she moans softly. “Baby, your head.” 

“It is clear as ever Cricket. Can I have you?” She nods and Frank smiles. He adds a finger and pumps at a steady rhythm. She cries out quietly and he palms her clit.  He brings her to the brink and watches as she shatters in his arms.  

“Need. More,” she pants.  

“Whatever you need Cricket.”  Frank pushes her panties down her legs and then pushes his own boxers down, grasping her knee and pulling it back over his hip.  He let his tip dance around the remnants of her release before slowly pushing in. She purrs at the stretch, and he gives a low chuckle.  “Can you be quiet for me Cricket? Can you be a good girl and be quiet?” He feels her nod against his ear. He pulls back and rocks back into her and he can feel her hum at the sensation.  “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”  

Abby is lost in the sensation of Frank taking her apart slowly. He isn’t rough or fast, just taking his time, making her feel everything. She whimpers at a particularly deep thrust into her womb but she doesn’t cry out. “That's my good Cricket,” he whispers, making her clench around him. “Didn’t realize you have a thing for praise, my love.”  

“Frankie,” she whispered. “Don’t be cruel.”  

“Never, my love.” He ran a finger down her skin until he met her clit.  He rubbed slowly, feeling her build around his cock. “Are you almost there? I know you are, can feel it.”  

“Yes,” she gasped. He didn’t stop until she shattered, seeing stars as he pumped in one, two, three and released inside of her with a low groan.  

“I love you.”  

“I love you more.”  

“Not possible.”  

“Let’s take a trip.”  

Abby looks from her coffee. “What?” 

“Let’s go on a trip.  Nug has her trip to DC this week, Scott’s heading back to Boston while she’s gone. I can’t stare at these walls anymore Cricket.”  

“You’re on injured reserve Frankie, you can’t just take a trip.”  

Frank pouts and gives her puppy eyes.  “Please?” 

“Oh so you think that just giving me eyes and a sweet little please is going to change my mind.”  Abby turns back to her computer with a scoff.  She misses Frank coming from behind her and sweeping her curls off of her shoulder.  He presses sweet kisses to her neck and shoulders, watching her lose her head and tilt back, exposing more of her.  

“I can stop, my love, and just go back to the couch.”  

“N-no.” She closes her eyes as her hand cups the back of his neck.  She can feel his smile against her skin.  

“Just a few nights. Please.”  

Abby starts to lose control of her gasps. She knows she needs to be quiet but the sensation of his lips on the column of her throat is one of the best she’s ever felt. “Ok,” she whispers as he nips her gently. “Fine, where do you want to go?” 

After Mary is dropped off with the school for her trip, Frank heads to the airport to drop Scott off for his flight to Boston.  “Have fun Frank,” he said with a wink.  

“You too Scott.” He gave him a hug and walked back to his car.  As he drove away from LAX, a sign blinked at him and an idea hit him. It was time, he thought to himself. He messaged Abby.  

Frank: pack for the heat  Abby: Why?  Frank: I want to take you somewhere and it will be hot.   Abby: I hate being hot.   Frank: Humor me  Abby: 😑 Fine.   Frank: Love you. 😘 

Abby packed her suitcase, smiling at the message Frank sent when another popped up 

Mike: How’s the road trip?  Abby: Fine.  Mike: I miss you  Abby: You too  Mike: I’ll be home in a week.   Abby: Ok, I’ll be home 

“Fuck,” she muttered.  She hated that she hadn’t had the nerve to just break it off yet. She was just scared of Mike’s reaction. Abby wasn’t normally a confrontational person.  The last time she was hostile, well, she lost Frank. The memory made her sad. When she heard the door open, she shook it off and closed her case.  

“Hey Cricket. All set?” Frank’s excitement was in the air.  

“Yeah baby, I’m all set.” Abby smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.  “Gonna tell me where we are going?” 

He kissed her nose. “Nope. Let’s go.” He grabbed her bag and his and headed to his Camero.  

“I can’t believe you still have this car.”  

“I can’t believe you would think that I got rid of it.” Frank started the car and headed out. “This is my prize for getting drafted.”  

“And here I thought that was me,” she replied without a thought. Frank smile dropped a little. He swallowed, wondering if this road trip idea was smart. He stayed silent, thinking about all the details and hoped that she would listen.  

A few hours later, Abby’s face was in disbelief.  Frank had taken them to Las Vegas.  She didn’t know what to say. Why would he bring them to the very place that had broken them?  Having never been to the city herself, she was awestruck at the lights and sounds.  Frank pulled into a fancy one, the Bellagio and had the valet take their car and bags.  He held her hand as they walked into the lobby.  Abby gasped as she took in the glass flower ceiling. “Wow.”  

“It is beautiful,” Frank commented. “When the team had come out here and we were walking around, I remember thinking that you would have loved this.”  

“Is this... is there where...” 

“No Cricket. I will never go back to that particular hotel ever again.” Frank checked them in and a hotel concierge walked them to their room.  “This is one of our high roller suites, sir.  If you need anything just call the desk and someone will be right up.”  

“Thank you.” Frank tipped the man as Abby took in the room.  It faced out to the strip and she could see the other hotels. Suddenly, what sounded like a cannon blasted water up in the air and the fountain began to dance.  

“The fountain,” she squealed as Frank chuckled. She could faintly hear the remnants of a Frank Sinatra in the air as the towers of water began to dance.  When it ended, Abby clapped. “That was amazing.”  

“It says here that it happens every half hour to a new song until midnight so we can watch it again if you like Cricket.”  Frank loved watching her as she enjoyed the show.  It was something he remembered from that awful October, wishing he could have shared it with her then. “C’mon baby, let me feed you and we can take a walk.”  

After a delicious meal, Frank and Abby walked hand in hand on the crowded streets. They pointed at the different signs, different characters that were walking the strip, laughing, and enjoying being just Frank and Abby.  As they approached one hotel, Frank’s palms began to sweat. “Frankie?” 

“Can I tell you a story? It doesn’t have a happy ending but maybe we can rewrite it.” Frank looked to his feet.  

“You can talk to me about anything, love.” Abby cupped his cheek. “Take your time.”  

Frank swallowed.  “About five years ago, I won the big game for my team, and we came here to celebrate. I really didn’t want to because I had my amazing girlfriend and my darling little niece at home, but I didn’t want to come off as a bad team player.  My best friend came with me, and we lived it up.  Our captain had gotten us a couple of tables at a club, and we had fun.” Frank sighed and pointed to the club in front of the MGM. “See that sign? Its for the club we went to.  This is the hotel we were staying at.  Anyways, we partied and went back to the suite where some of us had been staying at.”  

“Alone?” She asked, quietly.  

“Me, yes.  Some women approached me that night, but I refused.  I wasn’t drinking as much as the rest of the guys from what I can remember. Anyways, some of the guys had brought girls back with us and the hotel had set up a bar for us to drink from.  There was a pool off the balcony of the room and the girls were getting in with just their underwear.  I was uncomfortable.  I said that to Mike. The last thing I remember clearly was him handing me a glass of scotch.  He said, ‘Adler, you earned this.’ You’re a good man to Abby and a wonderful father to Mary.  Just relax and enjoy.’” 

“Mike handed you that drink?” 

“That’s the last one I remember.  When I woke up, I was in a room, not mine. My head was splitting, and I was dehydrated.  I made it to the bathroom and when I looked back, I saw the blonde. I yelled at her, asking her what the fuck she was doing in my room. She panicked and said she didn’t remember coming in there with me.  Mike rushed in and told her to get out while checking over with me.  I asked him what I had done, and he said, I swear, he said that I got drunk, and I couldn’t make it to my room so he put me in his.”  

Abby closed her eyes. “Why would Mike lie?  He had no reason to.”  

“Abby, I love how you are so trusting but Mike has had it bad for you since high school. But he knew I liked you and was working up the nerve to tell you for years. But back to the story. I called Steve and asked what I should do.  He was here as well with another client.  He asked me to stop the girl and ask her for the truth.  I did manage to stop her, ask her and promise not to go to the press.  I would pay anything for it not to go to press.  I needed to tell you first.  Steve showed up and got an NDA in place. He talked to her and she confirmed, nothing happened.”  

“But then the pictures came out.”  

“Then the pictures came out.  I was so angry that someone, who knows who, they violated my privacy, my trust.  I was desperately trying to get to you first but by the time I landed, it was too late. You didn’t let me explain and I lost you.”  

“Oh Frankie,” she cried as she pressed herself into his chest.  

“I’m so sorry Cricket. I should have called, I should have done something else to stop this from happening. I lost five years with you when a simple phone call would have solved everything.  I am so sorry.”  

“I’m sorry too Frankie, I should have just taken a moment to listen to you. When I got those texts of those photos...” 

Frank pulled back. “What texts?” 

“I got an anonymous text with the photos and an audio of you just says, “I can’t tell Abby,” I thought, well I thought it was more common.”  

“You don’t know who sent it.” She shook her head. “Fuck, I don’t, I don’t even know what to say.  I was always going to tell you but I didn’t want to do it by phone.” He pulled her back into his arms and held her tight. “I love you Cricket.  I never stopped.” He kissed the top of her head as they held each other.  

Abby sighed after a while.  “Take me to bed?” 

Frank didn’t answer, just turned away from the hotel that ruined his life and started back to the fountain.  As they walked, Abby spotted something and stopped.  “Cricket?” 

She pointed at the building. “We could make better memories.”  

Frank stared at the building and back at his girl.  

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—1D Monthly Fic Roundup—

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for April 2023! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

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＊ for your eyes only by @muldxr [M, 9k, Harry/James Bond]

“Excuse me, Mr Bond? I believe you left this at the bar.” The tone of the voice behind him is a sound he recognises, but it couldn’t be him. It couldn’t. Bond rests his elbow on the back of the chair as he turns around. It was him – an old friend in a new place. “H.”

While on a dangerous mission, 007 reunites with an old flame.

＊ Rainy Days, New Adventures by bluegreenish / @greenblueish [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]

After a bad day, Louis decides to take a walk in the park where he meets a special man with a special little companion.

＊ Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) by bluegreenish / @greenblueish [E, 28k, Harry/Louis]

Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.

or, the one where, after two years, paediatrician Harry returns to Silver Street Hospital and with it to paediatric nurse Louis' life.

＊ Use Me Like A Fantasy by @homosociallyyours [E, 4k, Harry/Louis, Harry/Rande Gerber/Harry Hamlin]

Harry's surprised to awaken to the sounds of foreplay in his friend Rande's isolated cabin in the Canadian woods. When he finds out that the sounds he heard are real and that he's about to have one of his favorite fantasies brought to life by a pair of older Daddy types, he's more than eager to do whatever it takes to make the night go perfectly.

＊ I Couldn't Write You Off If I Tried by @homosociallyyours [M, 11k, Marcel(Harry)/Louis]

Marcel is an accountant at one of the H&R Block offices in San Francisco. While she likes her job (and her life) just fine, there's no denying that it's a little bit boring and lonely.

Louis is a dancer at The Lusty Lady, a worker owned peep show in San Francisco that's not far from Marcel's office. When she sees a tweet from H&R Block's official twitter that claims to offer tax preparation help for exotic dancers, she's a little skeptical, but decides to call a local office to see if they're for real. They are-- or at least Marcel is.

Between the two of them, there's a little bit of taxes, a little bit of dancing, and a kind of chemistry that Marcel hopes is undeniable, because she's certainly not ready to write Louis off. Maybe just maybe Louis feels the same.

＊ Nest To You by @neondiamond [T, 14k, Louis/Harry]

Everybody knows it’s in an Omega’s nature to nest, and Harry is no different. From the very first nest he builds to comfort himself when feeling homesick to the nest he one day brings his new pups home to, his Alpha Louis is there to witness it all.

Or: Ten different nests Harry builds throughout his relationship with Louis.

＊ I Trust You by @neondiamond [T, 1k, Louis/Harry]

As an asexual Omega, Harry deals with his heats a little differently than most. His Alpha Louis is nothing but supportive.

＊ Hold Me How the Deep Night Has by @crochetsunsets [E, 32k+, wip, Harry/Louis]

Louis Tomlinson needs a change. Stuck in a cycle of going to the job he hates, spending time with his friends, and avoiding the one man he hates most in this world, Louis' in desperate need of something new. So when he discovers an abandoned notebook on the way to work, the decision is easy to take it for himself and begin a journal amidst the empty pages. What can't be expected are the words that appear overnight directly beside his own, written on the same day 400 years in the past. What are the consequences of a magical connection between two men of different centuries? And who, among it all, is the mysterious E who only exists on the other side of Louis' journal?

or What happens when love transcends time itself.

＊ And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom [E, 109k, Louis/Harry]

For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him?

For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?

And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

A story of love. A story of loss. A story of fighting for each other, no matter the odds.

＊ saw some things on the other side by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [M, 61k, Harry/Louis]

When Louis moves into the mansion he’s inherited from his great grandfather, he has a plan that consists of three things. One, he’s going to finish writing the next novel in his series. Two, he’s finally going to get over his ex-fiancé. And three, while battling writer’s block and having to resist the urge to kill off the main character in his books – the hot detective based on his ex-fiancé – he’s going to restore the mansion to its former glory.

Unfortunately, Louis’ plan doesn’t take into account the fact that instead of writing murder mysteries, he will find himself in one.

＊ Do You See What I See by @allwaswell16 [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Harry may or may not be rescuing stray animals as an excuse to see the very hot local veterinarian.

Or an absurd pet fic inspired by She Is Beauty We Are World Class

＊ When Love Takes Time by sitandadmire / @niallziam [M, 26k, Harry/Louis]

As Louis hands Marcel an envelope with his name on it for his 30th birthday, he has absolutely no idea what to expect. Turns out Louis planned a cruise to Hawaii, just for the two of them. The problem? They've been best friends for years, and Marcel is secretly in love with him.

Over the course of their busy trip, Marcel struggles with being so close to Louis while also dealing with his own insecurities. But in the end… Marcel isn’t the only one hiding his true feelings.

Or: A Cruise AU.

＊ The Full Carnival Experience by cherrylarry / @beelou [G, 2k, Harry/Luke Hemmings]

They walk for a few more minutes, and Harry can hear the carnival music in the distance as they get closer.

“Wait… Are you taking me to the carnival?” Luke asks, a grin on his face and his eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!” Harry says and pulls Luke in for a kiss in the middle of the sidewalk.

The sun is starting to set behind them, casting everything in a warm glow and the longer they walk, hand in hand, the closer they get to the sights and sounds of the carnival. The ferris wheel, where Harry fully intends to take them by the end of the night, and all of the classic games everyone knows are rigged but play anyway because it’s part of the experience.

＊ If the world was ending, you'd come over, right? by @enchantedlandcoffee [T, 1k, Louis/Harry]

"Is Harry with you?" Louis blurted out, his free hand tapping anxiously against his knee. "Louis?" "Yeah. Is Harry with you?" On any other occasion, Louis knew Niall would have yelled at him for calling in the middle of the night. But Niall must've sensed the urgency in his tone, his voice immediately taking on a lighter touch. "Yeah. Yeah, he's been staying in the spare room. Why? Do you want me to get him for you?" "No!" Louis panicked. "Just- check on him please? Make sure he's breathing and everything?"

＊ His and Hers by @hellolovers13 [T, 1k, Harry/Louis]

It's just a blanket, it shouldn't make Harry freak out like this.

＊ Darkest Before the Dawn by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose [E, 50k, Louis/Harry]

Harry Styles has standards. His coffee must be a cold brew with one pump of vanilla and a splash of cold cream. His computer must be catty-cornered on his left. His sketchbook must be directly in the center of his desk. He must have a cork board on his right to pin fabrics, sketches, and other inspirations he finds.

But most importantly, his space,—work or living,—must be organized. He doesn’t understand how people live otherwise. Everything has a place and it must be in its place in order for him to get anything done. Which is why he grits his teeth every time when he walks into the fashion workroom and sees Louis Tomlinson’s workspace.

It’s chaos. He’s chaos personified. He’s annoying, loud, and well… not as creative as Harry is. His designs are unimaginative and plain. Harry doesn’t understand how Louis managed to be accepted into the fashion program, but he supposes some people have to slip through the system.

＊ crumbs in the fucking bed by fearsparks / @onlythebravest [G, 371 words, Harry/Louis]

Louis is about to go to bed when he notices that Harry has left crumbs all over the bed.

＊ a different version of mindfulness by fearsparks / @onlythebravest [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Harry and Louis, two complete strangers, are at a mindfulness session where they reduce stress in a different way than Harry could’ve ever anticipated.

＊ Gemma's Dad (Could Use A Guy Like Me) by @lululawrence [NR, 83k, Harry/Louis]

The summer before Louis and Gemma's senior year of college was supposed to be their last big hurrah before they graduate college and become Real Adults in the workforce. They had it all planned and it was going to be filled with mornings skateboarding, afternoons at the pool, and evenings hanging out with as many of the neighborhood kids they grew up with as they can.

Of course, Louis wasn't planning on getting home and learning that Gemma's dad had gotten the house in the divorce and was dealing with things by focusing on work, the house, and his newly planted garden. It becomes obvious early on that Harry is a bit lost and Gemma is worried about him. To help both of them, Louis is more than happy to help Harry find himself again.

As the summer goes on, the adventures and day to day happenings allow Harry and Louis to spend a lot more time together than either of them ever anticipated and Louis finds it more difficult to keep his growing feelings in check than he ever thought it would be. After all, there wasn't a chance that Harry would ever be interested in Louis... right?

＊ fuck around, find out by @nouies [E, 6k, Louis/Harry]

Harry is a renowned chef convinced he’ll be the one to make Louis like avocado. It doesn’t end well.

＊ Your Ink, My Skin by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 6k, Harry/Louis]

When Louis comes home with new finger tattoos, Harry can't wait to see Louis' hand doing dirty things to him. Louis comes up with an idea to make the moment last even longer.

[mr2swap]

Man i love this job!

Man! this job is amazing, I will never retire! When I accepted this job as my country's ambassador to the UN I never believed that one of the benefits I enjoyed the most would be the body of some muscular boy, every week I am in a different country, in a different body, with a different skin.

These guys are so desperate for a job that they have no problem giving us their huge hot bodies for a measly salary so that we a bunch of old fat and decrepit old men take over their bodies for a couple of hours a day to yell at each other about the problems of the world, having a lot of raunchy and dirty sex in the bathrooms of the convention center and massaging, worshiping and kissing his hard biceps.

I think I'll contact this guy to extend our deal a little longer, I've always wanted to visit San Francisco and break a lot of asses on the trip. I've seen the place where he lives and I'm sure a couple of US dollars would not hurt him , the gym is not cheap in this part of the world and these massive muscles need meat.

I heard that next year's meeting will be in Brazil, I'm so excited to have the horny black body of a young man that I can't wait! man I love this job!

In the meantime.

-Damn this sucks, what the hell is a “Nordseekrabben” and an “Eintopf”? Does this app have no English translation? anyway, I have a lot of money and I will order both! and a…Streuselkuchen? I don't know what it is but it sounds delicious! - This is great! They're paying me to stay home for a week and spend all of this fat fuck's money!

Sure the hot farts, being 60 years old and smelling old is a disadvantage but at least I make more money sitting here than I would in my old position as a personal trainer.

I wonder if there is a way to extend my swap a little more, I owe 2 months of rent to my landlord and since I am in this body I really want to go to the beer festival that will be soon…

[victoriademedici]

January 2015 // Crown Princess Victoria and Prince Daniel’s first business trip of the year was to Silicon Valley and San Francisco, California, and along for the trip they brought their daughter Princess Estelle. Former personal trainer and gym owner Prince Daniel was seen going for a jog and being active with his wife, The Crown Princess

[absolute-immunities]

I finally figured it out!

I just need to walk at 3.5 to 4.0 mph! and I can read and burn for hours at a time like I used to!!!

since we moved to San Francisco at the beginning of September, I've had to switch from the arc trainer to a standard elliptical

it's the same idea, right? work the largest, hungriest muscles in your body in an idle, thoughtless motion, grind at it for hours at a time, and burn more calories than you know what to do with

it's no-impact, no-strain, no-focus work. you don't have to worry about your meniscus, joints, or spine. all you have to do is walk. it's idiot-proof!

and that means you can prop up your Kindle, switch it to landscape mode, make the font enormous, and read—and read and read and read!

the setup removes all distractions. when you're walking, you can't check your email, or scroll through your social media feeds, because your basic physiognomy works against you.

you lose fine-motor precision when you're walking at a brisk pace. that means you can't scroll or click or type like you'd need to—or I can't, at least—but you can tap or swipe to turn the page.

the exercise focused my mind on the reading and nothing else. it kept my focus all through the Federalist Papers and Story's Commentaries the Constitution. I followed the argument. or felt like I did.

it was perfect—a cure for idleness, inattention, and dysthymia. it was wonderful.

but it wasn't idiot-proof.

there was something specific to the rhythm and the machine that made it possible. it was the specific stride and pace that made it work. on a different machine, with a different stride and pace, I lost it. it didn't work at all.

on the elliptical, I was jogging at 7.0 to 10.0 mph, wearing myself out, spending as much time in recovery as in exercise, unable to follow the reading, and with barely any burn to show for it.

it left me worn out, depressed. I started to dread the exercise. it was demoralizing—like I'd gotten stupider and weaker by moving to San Francisco. it felt like I had lost the one thing I could do to improve myself.

but all that time, I was just pushing myself too hard! once I slowed down, took it at 3.5 to 4.0 mph, I could keep at it for 15 minutes, then 30, then 45, without wearing myself down. and I could read again, just like I had before. Blackstone's Commentaries on the Laws of England have been wonderfully readable.

I'm happy again because I've learned to make myself happy. it's really nice!!!

[zaryathelaika]

Why do every authoritarian dog-owner in the U.S. use "my dog is a hunting breed" as an excuse for being impatient with their dogs?

— "‘Wokeness has infected dog training’: The brewing canine culture war". The San Francisco Standard, April 14, 2024. Retrieved April 17, 2024. Archived from the original on April 15, 2024 via Wayback Machine.

Gundogs are easy [Russian, archived] compared to hunting spitzes. And training a spitz already comes naturally to me: just be their best friend. So, I don't know what to say if you screw up on training a breed which is meant to be human-focused. All it takes is five-minutes a day [YouTube, 13:48, Swedish, archived] over the summer [YouTube, 8:21, Swedish, archived] for a reliable dog prepared for the autumn and winter. And it's totally fine to have a dog that is not food-motivated. You just need to find other ways to make yourself look really exciting [YouTube, 6:18, Swedish] in the dog's eyes. And no, this is not so-called "purely positive" rhetoric. If conservative dog trainers in other countries can train their dogs without resorting to using aversive tools or compulsion methods, then there is something wrong with you as a person, not the liberals you perceive as your enemies. It takes a lot of patience and work on yourself [Russian, archived] to be a better person.

All I can say is if you're unironically using "woke" as a pejorative, you've already lost the battle considering the origin of the word. No one should ever take you seriously again.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

(Original S.T.A.R.S office from Resident Evil 2 1998)

Candidates had to undergo an intense screening process and recruitment was carried out by a scouting system on a merit basis regardless of sex, age or personal history. In addition, despite the previous working record of most of its members, S.T.A.R.S. was first and foremost a policing organisation and not a military one. Therefore, investigation skills and advanced first-aid training were more desirable traits for candidates rather than combative skills such as shooting and hand-to-hand combat. In essence, priority was given more to civic relief and the prevention of criminal offences rather than active elimination of offenders and terrorists.

(Picture of the STARS members. Top row (right to left): Brad, Barry, Weskers, Richard, Kenneth, Forest, Edward. Bottom row (right to left): Frost, Jill, Chris, Enrico and the last guy is later to be replaced by Rebecca Chambers)

Following the unit's inauguration in April 1996, Albert Wesker was made the unit commander at the request of Umbrella Corporation. Wesker had an impressive list of credentials including recent experience as an army tech engineer. Because Umbrella's funding covered approximately 50% of S.T.A.R.S. operational costs, their recommendation was accepted. Former S.W.A.T. team member Barry Burton joined him and through Barry the likes of Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine and Forest Speyer joined the team.

(Albert Wesker’s desk from Resident Evil 2 Remake)

Before S.T.A.R.S. could become operational, they had to undergo an intensive 18-month training program. This began in April 1996 when Joe Kendo, an ex- S.W.A.T. member from San Francisco, was hired as a trainer to put the S.T.A.R.S. members through their paces until December that year. When his contract as a trainer expired, he was requested to manufacture customised weapons for the team. Joe and his brother Robert ran the famous 'Kendo Gun Shop' business they had established in 1984 and had a reputation for making excellent firearms. In addition, Umbrella Corporation also supplied weapons for the S.T.A.R.S. to trial. Throughout the next year, the S.T.A.R.S.' continued their rigorous training, taking part in drills, controlled exercises, role- plays, academic testing and recruiting more members until they were finally cleared for active service in December 1997.

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[diviinaee]

fuck it sweetheart oc time ♡

☆ ethnicity : native filipino [from Tagaytay, PH ]

☆ has a very noticeable filipino accent

☆ speaks English, Filipino, Tagalog, Spanish, ASL

☆ hobbies : reading, writing, chess

☆ backstory :

Lilith was born in the Philippines to some very strict empowered parents who believe the empowered race was made for some religon-based ultimate purpose. Most of her childhood involved religous trauma, as predicted. Her parents were very popular and powerful in the Asia-Continental Sector of the Department of Uniform Magical Practices. The entire family, in fact, was in some high position in the sector.

When Lilith was 4, her family immigrated to America and settled in San Francisco for a couple years. There, Lilith would say that she felt a bit of peace. She remembers meeting her first friends, those of which didn't really mind her accent-heavy English and were just happy that she could play with barbies. When she was 10, her parents come to a corrupt agreement with the Department of Uniform Magical Practices and were able to have an audience in Dahlia. The agreement in question?

Magical Human Experimentation.

How far could the empowered body be pushed? Could it endure more than an unempowered body?

Before she developed her stealth abilities, Lilith frll victim to inhumane physical amd mental training for about 3 years until puberty hit. Once her abilities surfaced, the doctors, scientists, and trainers managed to train her to her limit. By 16, she was basically an child-assasin for the higher ups of D.U.M.P. and was usually numb to most of the treatment.

While all of this happened, she was also witnessing the growth of her 2 younger siblings. They were never experimented on. Never trained, never broken. And Lilith fought to keep it that way. However, when she was 17, her brothers, Diego and Crisanto, were brutally murdered by Quinn (not known by Lilith at the time). It was an agonizing time for Lilith, yet her parents still went on with the inhumane training.

After years of fighting the system and her parents, Lilith finally made it out and applied for the position of investigator. Even now with Milo, her parents still try to keep in contact and she still goes through the side effects of the experiments. She also is still fighting for her US Citizenship.

my baby. MY BABY. i love her sm and i hope u guys do too.

@oceanicwhitetipshark is the og with the template so just want sure to credit ! TY DIII !

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[kickthecan-revolution]

Mini loves fresh laundry.

I didn’t think that White Lotus could get any better, but season two is so incredible, I’ve binged it all day. The costume design is fantastic and the characters are amazing. I actually met Jennifer Coolidge at a PETA event in Los Angeles years ago, she was so cool and down to earth. Waiting for Guffman continues to be my favorite movie of all time and we were quoting lines from the movie back-and-forth with each other while petting this massive pig who’d been rescued. It was a famous persons house, she was one of the personal trainers on one of those weight loss shows, I think her first name is Jill? She had a wife and a bunch of kids and her home was pretty spectacular. Anyway, I’m so in love with this show.

 One more day of vacation, and then I go back. The stock for my company has crumbled but that’s how this goes. I’ve weathered these storms before and if it goes up, it’s time to really diversify it so I don’t go through these waves. I’m too old for this shit.

 I cleaned today,  washed all of my bedding, did all of my returns of Christmas presents that I didn’t end up giving to my family - I carted a bunch to the UPS store and then walked downtown for the rest. Tomorrow I’ll sleep in, and I’ll get all of my tax paperwork together and just have a quiet day. The weather continues to be insane, San Francisco and measure the surrounding Bay Area, has continued atmospheric rivers, which are flooding everything.

 My sister’s insurance continues to deny her mastectomy. We are bewildered. I don’t even know what to say, I’m sure it will work out and it’s slow growing so I’m not completely freaked out about it but our healthcare system is just so broken.

I am fighting the dread of going back to work. My employee texted me today, he’s back at work, and just wanted to check in quickly. He said, let’s face it, last year was terrible and this year needs to be better. I agree with him so much of that is on my shoulders.