#yes I use fast-forward + auto when doing my dailies

[junii-moony]

I love doing my Star Rail dailies in the background while just browsing Twitter/Tumblr because all I can hear faintly (keyword faintly) is:

all will be swept away by the wind... let the show begin... UNTIL EVERYTHING BURNS TO ASHES! FIGHT TO LIVE! MY FRIENDS, INDULGE YOURSELVES! SET THE SEAS ABLAZE! FIGHT TO LIVE! SET THE SEAS ABLAZE! MY FRIENDS, INDULGE YOURSELVES! all will be swept away by the wind... FIGHT TO LIVE! let the show begin... SET THE SEAS ABLAZE! and then rinse-repeat until out of TB Energy

[sehrish-munir]

My True Story

I was born in a lower middle class family. My grandfather migrated from interior Sindh to Karachi in late seventy. He had some ancestral land, which he sold and bought a 3 room flat in the heart of the city.

Whereas, he started a mini cloth shop to run the bread and butter of the home.

Before he could establish his new business, just after a year of his migration, he got a cardiac arrest and could not succumb.

As my father was the only child of my grandfather. At that time he just completed his matriculation. He tried to take over o

my grandfather’s business. However, within two years he gave all the shop to borrowers. As he was a teenager, he had no experience in business. Now my father has had only the earnings of grandpa i.e one flat.

My father and my grandma were in tension over how to earn the bread and butter. In that time of hardship, my maternal uncle came forward and helped my father to get enrolled in the education department as a junior school teacher. My grandma thanked God that now they had some arrangements for daily meals.

The time was going on. After a few years of my father's job, grandma decided to marry my father. For this she selected her niece. My father accepted his mother’s decision and married my maternal uncle’s daughter.

The day nights were passing like a dream. After fifteen years of my parents' marriage, they have 5 daughters and 2 sons. My number is third in sisters. Whereas, my both brothers are little from us.

With the passage of time my father’s income decreased. Whereas, the expenses raised manifolds. As my mother was a typical housewife, he had no contribution to the household economy. On the other hand my father had only a 14 scale government teacher job, which was insufficient for 9 members of the family. Out of which all the children were school going.

As we were growing, we were becoming a source of worry for our parents. Because they had very few income resources. My two older sisters completed matriculation at the same time.

My parents decided to send only one girl to the college on a regular basis. Whereas the other one will do a private FA. Therefore, my oldest sister sat at home and the little one joined the government college for FSc in biology.

Now it was a worrying situation for me. At that time I was reading in ninth class. My dream was to become a software engineer. But my father's pocket was not permitting me to do that.

I decided to do something myself. So I can contribute not only to the bread and butter of my home but also to make my dream practical.

In this regard I started searching for some kind of work that I can do after school time. At the same time I was also consulting with my friends and classmates. One of my friends advised me to learn some beauty parlor work. She also told me that her aunty (Khala) has a nice beauty parlor in the Gulshan area. Which was a few km away from home, so I can easily manage the outback. I liked the idea and decided to get permission from my parents. But getting permission was not an easy task. So I involved my older sister Mehwish in the plan, and requested her to seek permission for me.

One day after the dinner, checking the mood of my parents, my sister Mehwish told my parents that Anmol wanted to join a parlor. On this my father showed a strict reaction and said there is no need for this, and went to the bedroom.

After a few days we requested again, and that day my mother also supported us. Finally my father agreed on one condition that I and Mehwish can both join the parlor. Initially Mehwish was not interested, but after my insistence she surrendered.

Now the day has come, my friend was at our home to take us to the sad parlor. After walking for half an hour, we reached the said parlor. My friend’s aunty was a quite aged woman. She offered us the chairs, and asked whether we had any ideas about parlor work. We both replied that we are unaware about this work like a plain paper. However, she didn't mind as we went their with our friend. After serving us tea, she asked us to check all the parlor work and select the job you have to do. After seeing the girls who were already working there I have decided to learn Mehndi design or Henna design work. As I had good grip on drawing work. Whereas, my sister Mehwish chose to learn hair cutting work, because she loves the hairs.

After choosing our jobs, the parlor owner asked us to learn these jobs for at least three months, for that she will never pay us a penny. We both agreed on the terms and came home.

Next day after school I came home, after finishing my lunch hurriedly, we both arrived at the parlor.

In the Henna design section Iqra was my teacher, from whom I had to learn stylish mehndi designs. On the first day my teacher taught me how to grip a Henna cone. It was quite interesting for me to draw rough mehandi lines on a plain paper.

On the next day she gave some kids mehndi design patterns, and asked me to rehearsal on these designs. I was putting my whole heart into learning these as soon as possible. So I can help out my father with my monthly income. On the other hand, my sister was also working hard to learn something.

Due to my hard work and passion I start making simple mehndi designs in just one month. The parlor owner appreciated me and asked me to draw kids mehndi designs on a regular basis.

Now I have become an associate henna artis besides my teacher Iqra. Whenever a kid comes to the parlor with mother, I start making beautiful mehndi designs on their hands free of cost. It was a passion and keen interest which was forcing me to do such things. Many mothers gives me some money as a tip while leaving. Now I was able to bear my monthly personal expenses.

After three months the parlor owner came to us and asked that now you both have ample knowledge about your work. So from now I will pay you rupees ten thousand per month each and besides this I will also give ten percent as commission to each customer you will serve. She also advised me to learn some advanced designs like Arabic Mehndi Design. I promised her that I will learn every advance of Henna Mehndi designs.

On the way back home we both sisters were very happy. When we told this news to our parents they became very happy. My mother was very happy, like flying in the sky. As she knows that the extra income will help her to bear the additional expenses of house. Whereas she will also be able to make some drowery for her girls.

Life was passing very fast, as our hard days went off. After one year my mother has ample money. So she decided to marry my sister with his nephew who was working in a microfinance bank as a loan officer. My sister also liked that guy. So reaching upon the agreement both families decided to keep the marriage ceremony just after Eid.

We all sisters and brothers were very happy as my sister was going to be married. On the eve of Eid we all had new clothes, on Chand Raat I made beautiful Eid mehndi designs on all my sister’s hands.

On the same day, my father and mother were busy preparing for my sisters wedding. As they had fixed the wedding ceremony on the third day of Eid. My father booked a lighting arrangements service for whole week. A day before the wedding I had drawn some amazing bridal mehndi designs on my sister's hand. That was the first time I had draw any Mehndi designs for a bride. By the grace of Allah the marriage passed well. All the arrangements were very good. Everybody on the wedding were admiring us, specially my Dulhan Mehndi designs was also being liked.

After Mehwish’s wedding I rejoined my work alone. Mehwish's husband stopped her from doing any work.

On the other hand I was continuing to learn the latest mehndi designs coming into the market. For this I was using many online platforms like instagram, facebook and youtube etc to know the new trends in the field of Henna designs. This thing helped me to learn new and modern styles like Indian Mehndi Designs, Western Henna Tattoos and Arabic Henna Designs and other kind of mehndi ke design famous in the field.

It was a hot summer day, I was in college's library, when our college watchman came their in search of me and told that the principal is calling for me. I went hurriedly in principal's office, as soon as I entered she told me that my father has met an accident while he was coming from his duty now he is in ICU of city's major hospital. It was thunder like news for me, I ran from the principal's office in hesitation. Picking an auto rickshaw from the gate and reaching the hospital. When I reached the ICU I saw my mother, my little sisters and brothers were crying. Yes my father was no more with us. This was a heavy shock for all family members. I was feeling like I lost everything.

After the funeral of my father, everyone was talking that how will we survive. My sister Mehwish and brother-in-law have their own expenses. So they could not bear any other expenditures. My father has only monthly pay as an income, so after his death it will have to stope. Whereas, his pension and gratuity case was taking long to finalize. I was earning almost 25K per month, which was not enough for a family whose 90 percent members were school going. So I requested my parlor owner to increase my salary so I can cover the house expenses, but she replied that it is not possible now.

After a few months I decided to set up my own business of Henna designs. But I had not have enough money to set up any new business in a city like Karachi. In this regard I sought help from my brother-in-law as he was serving in a microfinance bank. He helped me to take an ample loan for opening up my own Mehndi design parlor. I selected a location for the parlor, which was nearby to my house.

Finally the day came when I inaugurated my own business. To meet the future requirements I took my little sister with me so she can learn the Mehndi art. First day I received only one order for full mehndi design. I charge rupees 2000 for my first project. I was very happy about that, because now no one will take a big share of my hard work.

As I introduced so many new mehndi designs myself. Thus the demand of my parlor was raising day by day

In 2019 I earned a lot of money during the wedding season, as I received many orders for Dulhan Mehndi designs.

I was inventing new mehndi designs in the field of body art with every passing day. So I have been booking a wedding for many days, and here girls demand to print some beautiful hand & foot mehndi designs. Therefore, I repaid my bank loan within one year, which was quite an amazing experience for bank staff too.

I have also bought a beautiful house in a posh area, where I am living with my family, cool and calm. My little brothers and sisters are reading in good schools. I am also doing my graduation degree from a well known University.

To promote my mehndi art I have made my own website. Where I place beautiful back hand mehndi designs and front hand mehndi designs. I have also made my own social media accounts, so people can know more and more about my business.

So this is my own motivational story for those who want to become something in life. At the end I will suggest you do not lose hope when something hard comes in life. If our Allah close a door, definitely he opens many new doors for us.

[fandomscombine]

TUA SERIES PART 4: Diego

The Hargreeves Kerfuffle Part 4:Diego

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.  

This part follows y/n blowing off some steam with Diego being a supportive brother.

You don’t have to read every single part as each focuses on the reader’s relationship with each of her sibings.

But of course to get most of the story, read the whole thing. Besides why would you want to miss out on Hargreeves Siblings content?

A/n: sorry if this took long to update, I lost the master copy of the fic document- well technically, I was and am typing this on an auto-save document but it had glich somehow and when I searched and open the file it was only the first 2 parts. It took a while to find back the most updated document.

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Your blood was boiling.

How dare Luther, your own brother accuse you of killing your own father.

Sure, your childhood wasn’t exactly the healthiest and emotionally suitable for a child but in a weird way your father had shape and trained the 7 of you to be at least somewhat in control of your powers.

Raising superpowered children is no small task.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized how far from the academy you had walked.

You stared at the city Harborview, imaging how your life would be different if you hadn’t had these powers.

Peace. That’s what you think you would have. A sense of peace, living a normal daily life- get up, go to work, hang out with friends, sleep in a nice cosy apartment and repeat. No powers.

The final words of Sir Reginald replays in your mind.

‘The end is near, get the others ……and save…..the…..tttiiiimmm’

The end is near, get the others and save the tim- whatever or whoever tim is.

You assumed that it meant his time was up and had wanted the family back together. You had done just that but what had that got you? Indictment for one. A family reunion consisting of 5 emotionally incompetent adults and one trapped in a kid’s body.

Leaning across the railing you shouted. ‘Cosplaying as batman at aged 6 was cute but as a grown ass adult lurking in the shadows is definitely a red flag!’

A chuckle sounded from the corner. ‘Noted m’mam. Will not do it again’ said a deep voice.

To an untrained ear, no sounds of footsteps could be heard.

You, however can as do your siblings. All of who can also identify who is coming based on the sound- each ever have a slight variation, a unique touch.

Luther has the heaviest, loudest footsteps out of everyone.

Allison- quiet and delicate.

Diego has a sense of purpose in his walk- no doubt like the secret agent and superheroes he had always wanted to be.

Klaus is a bit unpredictable; it is either too fast and energetic or soft and slow pace.

Five. He cheats, mostly blipping in and out of places. But if need be, he usually takes leaps or huge steps, always ready to teleport out of any situation in midstep.

Ben. The master of stealth. He always manages to take the least steps, the most effective route between hiding points.

Vanya though without training is actually very good. At times you wouldn’t even notice her near as proven in her countless times secretly watching the rest of you training.

‘I doubt that.’ Turning to face the new arrival. ‘You are the literally embodiment of Vigilante Hero Complex.’

The city lights illuminating his face.

‘Ah! Case in point!’ You pointed at his outfit. ‘You’re even wearing a spandex suit, Diego!’

Diego shook his head, brushing off your teasing aside. He was happy to at least help bring a smile onto your face- even if it was at his expense.

‘How you feeling?’ Even though you all were the same age, Diego can’t deny that the numbering hadn’t had an older sibling protectiveness to come over him- especially when Luther was being a total dick. If only he was in charge, he thought.

‘Better… better now that you’re here.’ You admitted, bothering your brother never gets old. ‘Thanks by the way-for the cheer up.’

You both stayed in comfortable silence it was not until 20 mins later did Diego break it by apologising.

‘Sorry for what?’

He didn’t reply instead he lifted something out of his pocket. It shone against the deep blue waves.

You gasped. ‘Dad’s monocle.’

‘I know Luther believes you took it.’ He let out an exasperated sigh. ‘I’m sorry. I should’ve have confessed instead you took blame for me….’

Wrapping his fist around it he continued, voice getting harsher. ‘I …I just couldn’t you know? After all he did to us? How he treated us? We were just kids!’

He clutched it tighter shattering the glass. ‘He was gone. This was the most valuable things he had- never let it out of his sight….so I thought that this….that by taking this, it would be the closest thing in ever hurting him.’

‘Oh Diego…’ You didn’t know how to comfort someone who is going through the same scenario, a same situation that you yourself need help on.  ‘Dad is gone and…yes he wasn’t the most caring father. But the past is in the past, the only thing we can do now to move forward. Don’t let that define us. Strive to do better.’

‘We tried that once remember? And where did it get us?’ He countered.

‘Better than if we were to have stayed.’ You rebutted. ‘C’mon Diegs. Think about mom. Think about how she constantly reminds us to put our best foot forward, no matter what life throws at us..’

Diego’s face softens, he was always a momma’s boy.

Closing his eyes, he mutters an okay. Then he tosses the bloody cracked monocle into the water. ‘Now, why don’t we go stuff our faces full of donuts.’ You offered. ‘I can handle your typical brooding self but the 2 of us sulking? No can do, what we need is to eat our feelings.’

‘Giddy’s it is.’ Replied Diego, offering you his arm.

‘So I assume you parked 2 blocks from here?’

His eyes went wide. ‘How’d you-‘

‘PPPPlease!’ Rolling your eyes. ‘I might have subconsciously wander to this part of town, but I was conscious about a car not so subtly tailing me for 6 blocks.’

‘So you knew I was watching you from the very beginning.’

‘YUPPPP’ Popping the p. ‘At first I wasn’t sure who- nice car by the way, new?

‘A month ago.’

‘Anyway is wasn’t until you started following on foot til I knew.’

Elaborating when you saw his confused look. ‘You walk as if you’re the protagonist in an action film.’

‘I do not!’ He said defensively.

‘DO too!- Thanks.’ Settling down onto the passenger seat as Diego closed the door.

The debate lasted until you reach Giddy’s or so what was left of the store.

‘WHAT THE-‘

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[gritt3y]

ok uhhh kinda important announcement? sorry it’s so so sudden but i wanted to disclose this before i got on with the rest of my day since it’s been giving me immense discomfort to be hiding it for so long and just ahwhw i wanted to make this clear before i start to become alive again and active and such so ahwhwh

this is not at all a danger thing or something gone wrong in the household but ahwhwh i wanted to let y’all know anyways cuz i think it’s pretty important, at least to me, and it’s a really important thing for my identity right now

oh god i’m so nervous ahwhwhw why are you so nervous grit whyyyy ahwhwh

ok

i, think, i’m, a median system? a system that has its headmates kinda have one ultimate identity but not at the same time?

i thought for sure i was a singlet back when i joined tumblr and became active and such and i was vv confident that i wasn’t plural, but now i just feel

weird ahwhwh

recently i’ve just been feeling these, odd feelings? feelings like i never was truly alone? it’s just, so weird for me i can barely type rn i’m so scared hah ahwhwhw but like

in the beginning i thought for sure i was just one person

those who know me well know how i typed long ago, and that truly used to be my typing style for a while

but over time i felt this new “state” or state of being? it’s just, bruhhhh ahwhhww i feel so weird rn i’m ahwhwhw so nervous ahhh ahwhwhw

but like,

i first thought it was just a new typing style or whatever but i slowly came to realize it was something more than that

this “state of being” had their own desires, wishes, views on the world, even gender pronouns and it was like

wow, i never realized it ahwhw

i kinda realize how plural systems feel when they discover they’re plural and it’s just

wild honestly wow ahwhwhw

now by no means am i claiming i know how they feel, as my headmates are not as distinct as others, but they feel just distinct enough, if that makes sense

it’s just,

crazy honestly i’m ahwhwhw

so as time passed this headmate began to become the dominant one and the other state of being began to go dormant for a long time, months even

and i tried to act it off for the longest time that they were “just another typing style” or “just a side of me” but like

it’s so weird man i, never got those types of experiences before it’s insane ahwhwhw

but like,

time passed and the feelings just grew more and more

these “states of being” each had their own desires and views

i’ll go more in-depth about what those are maybe in a future post when i’m more relaxed but just

ahwhhw i’m so scared rn it’s crazyyyy ahwhwhw

but actually just, typing it out

i’m beginning to feel a lot better about myself

when i used all-encompassing pronouns like us or we it just felt, so natural

sometimes when i’m talking to myself to round my thoughts i automatically say we and it’s just, so new to me ahwhwh

so after time passed those states of being or headmates as we like to call them began to grow stronger and stronger in presence and just

man ahwhwhw it’s surreal

the realization and just, the comfort it’s bringing is crazy ahwhwh

so fast-forward to now and a new headmate came into existence recently, me, the one typing this currently ahwhwh

i think i came to existence around, 1 or 2 months ago? the system needed a sort of “auto-pilot” person to take care of the daily stuff that the others can’t really handle that well (school, chores, dealing with rens, etc etc ahwhw)

so yeah ahwhw

you might notice i type less animated than some of our other headmates (no capitalizing no emojis etc ahwhw) and i might come across as harsh or cold, but dw ahwhw i see myself to be friendly, as long as you don’t anger me or my friends we good ahwhwh

also just a quick disclaimer that while we all identify in a way as grit, we are distinct from one another and have our own names

for example my name is none, literally ahwhw i know that’s really odd but i’m comfy with it so ahwhw

feral (again literally ahwhw) is our headmate who’s very hyper, uses emojis, etc etc ahwhw

we tend to co-con (co-conscious) frequently, which is why i’m never really seen and can’t be noticed most of the time ahwhwh

finally theres wholesome (again, literally ahwhw) who’s vv sweet, the sweetest we both met personally and just, ahwhwhw they’re a bean tbh ahwhwh

they probably dissociate the least when they’re out, they’re very stable and just, overall very very wholesome literally ahwhw

i probably dissociate the most, as feral wants to come out frequently or co-con and it’s just ahwhw a mess tbh ahwhw

honestly most of the times feral edits a lot of the posts i make to kinda hide our identity as a system and kinda go off as a singlet identity but just

it honestly made me really uncomfortable, like i was fine with it in the beginning, we all were, but over time we just became so uncomfy as we knew we weren’t exactly a singlet but not exactly a very distinct system either and just ahwhw being in the between felt odd, really odd ahwhwh

but now we spilled and we’re rlly rlly happy now and just

ahwhw

i’m honestly really scared how all of y’all will react and just

god ahwh

so tldr

we are grit, as whole, we all identify as grit

but we also don’t

we’re a median system ahwhwh

so for the sake of this blog in particular i think we want to pursue single pronouns for now, as i know it’s a bit odd with the whole we and us pronouns ahwhwh

but they do make us happy ahwhw so if y’all use we or us on us we love it keep doing it ahwhwh

but yeah!

just for the record, i use he/him and they/them pronouns, feral uses they/them, and wholesome uses she/her and most often they/them pronouns

we actually sort of? prefer if y’all just call us by our singular identity, grit, but i in particular really like being called by my headmate name, none so if y’all notice me when i’m typing or such uhhh hello yellow ahwhwh

but yeah that’s all! feral and wholesome might put some notes or reblogs under this post whenever they want to and uhhh yeah!

oh also i want to let y’all know that yes, we do have a good idea of what each headmate did and stuff like that, so if y’all asked feral and wholesome they can recount exactly what i’m doing and yeah ahwhw we all in here ahwhw

anyways uhh that’s it!

if y’all have any questions shoot, and just uhhh

yeah we still super scared ahwhw

but ye! soon the weekend is coming and feral can respond to y’all texts y’all have been waiting a long time and just, ye!

sorry i should end this

okay ending it ahwhw

[softboywriting]

Little Punk

Summary: You and Shawn navigate your first year with your daughter Luna. [fluff] [punk shawn] [blurb from the fic Opposites Attract]

Word Count: 2k

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Two months after your daughter Luna is born, Shawn has to take out his nipple piercing. Neither of you considered his piercings to be an issue until the day he was laying on the couch with Luna on his chest. She was tiny, squirmy and fussy. The only way she would relax was to lay on someone. Shawn had just heard that skin to skin contact is preferred by babies, so he pulled his shirt off and laid Luna on his chest in her diaper during a particularly bad fussing session. It was going great, until she started flexing her little hands over his chest hair and ended up sort of grabbing the little bar through his nipple.

The noise Shawn made scared Luna and she started screaming at the top of her lungs. It was chaos and it took half an hour between the two of you to calm down your little girl. After that Shawn decided to take the piercing out. As much as you loved it and as much as he did too, it was for the best.

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At four months old little Luna was growing fast, and she loved kisses. Her favorite thing was when Shawn got home from work. He would pick her up out of her bouncer and smooch her cheek relentlessly.

It wasn't until she started grabbing for his face for more kisses following her daily smooching that his lip ring became a problem. The first time her little finger caught that ring and pulled Shawn took it out. He tried using the stud for a while like he had when she was first born, but it didn't matter. Luna already knew where to grab for that shiny little piece of metal. It was all over, two days into wearing the stud Shawn had to take it out. Luna tugged hard enough to make it bleed and that was what ended it.

It was at this point where you worried Shawn would be upset. His piercings were part of him, part of who he was. You didn't have to change anything about yourself for your daughter. It didn't seem fair and you had to talk to him about it.

"Shawn, can we talk?" You ask as he steps out of Luna's room and closes the door softly.

"What's up?"

"It's about your piercings."

He nods. "Yeah, I'm probably going to have to take my eyebrow one out next." He touches the little silver bar on his left eyebrow he'd gotten right after you found out you were pregnant. "She's gonna find it soon."

"Are you upset about it?"

"About my piercings?"

"Yeah. I mean, they're important to you?"

Shawn chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist. "Honey, you think that I'm upset because I have to take them out for my baby girl's safety?"

"Well...I dunno." You look up and him and he kisses your nose. "I don't have to make any sacrifices like that for her."

"They're just piercings. Tiny holes in my skin. I can always get them back." He walks you back into the bedroom and smiles. "I would give up everything for our little girl. Things are temporary, she is not. She's the whole world and there is only one of her. A couple of piercings healing over is absolutely nothing."

You lay your head on his chest. Relief washes over you and you squeeze him tight. "I guess it was a silly thing to worry about."

He chuckles and kisses your head. "Just a little silly, but I'm glad you asked me. Now, let's get to bed before she wakes up, I have a feeling it's going to be one of those nights."

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Six months old and Luna adores Shawn's tattoos. She's always liked them, been curious about them since it looked different than his other arm or your skin. But at six months she loves to sit in her little supportive baby pillow and rub up and down his arm.

If Shawn gets up, she must be carried with him. If Shawn sits on the wrong side where she can't touch him, he hears about it. She will babble aggressively and slap her support pillow until he changes seats. It's during one of her complaints against Shawn that she says her first words.

"Dada!"

Your eyes go wide and you look over from your chair. "Did she say dada?"

"Did she? Are you sure? She wasn't just babbling?"

"Dada!" Luna shrieks, smacking her pillow. "Dada!"

"That's dada!" Shawn says, crawling off the couch and kneeling before Luna. "Dada?" He points at himself.

Luna reaches for his arm. "Dada...babalugah."

You stand up and look down at the two them. "I think she wants your arm."

Shawn rests his forearm across the front of Luna's pillow and she giggles and slaps it in delight. "Oh man, she is going to be a handful one day."

Luna leans forward and mouths at his skin while babbling and pinching at him.

"Why's that?"

"She already loves tattoos."

You shove Shawn's shoulder and he slumps against couch laughing. He thought he was so funny.

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Nine months and Luna has started fully talking. In her own language of course, but there are some words in there like mama and dada. She's started to stand with the assistance of the couch and the ottoman. Her favorite game is to play peek a boo with you and Shawn and she has a love for her soft rattle ring like no other.

It's amazing, watching her grow like this, but you have to go back to work. Shawn was making great money since he took over the auto shop from the owner who taught him everything he knows. But you still had to work, to catch up on medical bills and save for Luna to go to school someday. The first thing no one tells you about having a kid is that they're expensive, like really, really expensive.

Going back to work meant sending Luna to daycare. You hate the idea and Shawn hates it more. He doesn't want anyone taking care of his little girl if it's not up to his standards and his standards are pretty high. The man spoils your daughter like crazy. Sending Luna to daycare also poses another problem, transportation. You have your car but Shawn still has his bike. You can't be the only one to take her to and from everything.

"What do you think of Jeeps?" Shawn asks one day over breakfast.

"They're nice." You feed Luna a bit of your scrambled eggs. "They can definitely haul more than my car."

Shawn's quiet. You look over and raise your eyebrows at him. "What?"

"Why are you asking about Jeeps?"

"I'm gonna trade in the bike."

"Shawn, no." You shake some yogurt bites on to Luna's highchair tray and turn to face Shawn completely. "You've had that since you were eighteen."

"But we have a baby now." He makes little grabby hands at Luna and she giggles as she smushes the yogurt bites into her mouth. "I can't take her on the bike."

"Keep it in the garage then. We can afford a car payment as soon as I start working."

"You're sure?" He rubs his neck and shoulder. "I don't want to put any more bills on us right now."

You reach across the table and take his hands. "I won't let you get rid of your bike. You've gotten rid of all of your piercings but your nose. And yes, I know they aren't a big deal to you, but if you sell your bike you will never get it back. Keep it."

Shawn smile and kisses your knuckles. "Casey is going to sell me his wife's Jeep if we want it. She's getting a minivan since their son just turned six and they have another on the way. It's in great condition and-"

"I trust you. If you think it's good, tell him we want it. Do not sell your bike. I won't have you thirty years from now having a middle aged crisis because you sold your bike in your twenties."

"This is why I'm going to marry you one day." He stands up and pecks your lips. "I'm going to tell Casey today that we want it. Love you."

"I love you too."

"And you munchkin." He spikes Luna's fair dark hair up into a little mohawk. "I love you too."

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Luna's first birthday marks you and Shawn's second anniversary of being together. It's incredible, unbelievable and most of all a miracle you made it through her first year. There were times when you had to sit in the bathroom and just cry because Luna's crying was too much. There was the baby gate incident when she grabbed on to the gate to stand and it wasn't fully latched and she had gone tumbling down the stairs. Her late night growing pains and sleeplessness. Refusing food if it wasn't from her favorite parent of the day. And worst of all, putting her in daycare and being away from her. That was the hardest of all.

It's the end of the day, your parents and Shawn's have gone home. Luna is passed out in her play area, snuggled up with her new teddy bear. You're exhausted, Shawn is exhausted, the day could not have been over faster.

"Hey," Shawn says softly, sitting down beside you on the couch and passing you a piece of cake. "I know you didn't eat much earlier."

"Thanks." You dig your fork into the pink frosted white cake. "I got you something."

"Yeah? Me?"

"For our anniversary."

Shawn grins and licks his fork clean of it's frosting. "Oh yeah?" He reaches over the side of the couch and pulls a card in an envelope out of lilies toy ottoman. "I got something for you too."

"Me first." You hand him a small envelope and he opens it up. Inside is a gift certificate for Casey's shop.

"What..." He shakes out two little silver barbells. "Oh." A slow grin spreads across his face. "Oh you want my nips repierced, huh?"

"Whenever you want to do it. If you want to that is. The certificate is good for anything obviously."

Shawn leans over and kisses your cheek. "Just admit you're a little kinky and you like playing with me."

"Shawn!" You hiss, eyeing the sleeping one year old on the playmat nearby.

"She's asleep. Don't worry about it." Shawn places his gift in your lap. "Open yours."

You pull open the flap on the yellow envelope and pull out a glittery card. Happy anniversary to my beautiful wife. "Wife huh?" You chuckle and open the card. "We aren't married y-" the card begins playing a tinny recorded version of Marry Me by Train and in the center of the card is taped a little silver ring.

"Will you be my wife?"

"Shawn!" You fumble with the ring and put it on. It's thin, delicate with a small little diamond in the middle. "How?!"

"I've been saving for the last two years. I know it's nothing huge of course. I promise your wedding ring will be much bigger."

"It's gorgeous." You set your cake plate aside and reach for his face. "I'd love to marry you." You lean in and kiss him.

"Mamamakiss."

You and Shawn look down at Luna who's woken up and made her way to the couch. Shawn lifts her up and she reaches for your face.

"Mmmm." Luna giggles and smushes her mouth to your cheek. "Makissmakiss."

Shawn leans in and kisses your other cheek. "I think she wants a kiss too darling."

You pull away and wipe at your cheek. "You want a kiss baby?"

Luna giggles and you lean into kiss her cheek. She points to Shawn. "Da! Da!"

"Dad next?" You laugh and kiss Shawn's cheek. Luna falls back into Shawn giggling and he hugs her tightly. "You're such a goober."

"She's our goober." Shawn presses his face into her hair. "Our little punk."

"Yes she is." You lean against him and Luna grabs your hand as she closes her eyes to sleep. "Our adorable little punk."

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The Resilient Roadster: Why the Miata continues to reign for over 30 years.

The Mazda MX-5, known in the States as the Miata, was first introduced in 1989. Since then, Mazda has blessed us with four generations of the MX-5. I remember the first time I ever began to appreciate this roadster. It was in the late 90’s as a kid playing the video game Gran Turismo. The Miata was one of the first cars you got to choose. It wasn’t flashy, but it was cool that it was in one of the most prestigious video games at the time. Fast forward over 20 years later and the Miata continues to be the best affordable sports car on the market.

I must admit, during my entire life I never thought about owning a Miata. It’s tiny, it’s not that fast and most of their owners are going through a mid life crisis. I found myself always desiring something practical yet fun to drive. The Miata is defined by the latter, however it is far from practical. I never had money to blow on a weekend driver; two seater sports car. So I always resorted to purchasing Sport Utility Vehicles, or four door sport sedans. After I sold my Acura TL type S, I was in desperate need of a vehicle. I visited an Alfa Romeo dealer with my heart set on purchasing a Giulia. I’ve always wanted an Alfa Romeo ever since I was a kid. My dad owned a late 80’s Alfa Romeo Milano and that was the family car throughout my childhood. When my dad drove by, I would brag to my friends that the Alfa would one day be mine. They would all laugh and clown on me because it was old and weird looking. But I loved it because it was Italian and different. I guess I felt like it represented me welI. I love having things that nobody knows about. Since I was a kid I always had to buy Nike’s that no one in school had. I mean it would seriously ruin my day if I saw someone else wearing my sneakers. I didn’t care if someone else liked what I had. I just preferred to stand out and I’ve carried that mentality into my adulthood. As far as the Alfa Romeo goes, I never got a chance to call it my own. My dad sold it to his mechanic a few years before I got my license. Bummer.

Back at the dealership, I couldn’t score a decent deal on a Giulia. Instead, I noticed an automatic Fiat 124 Spider Abarth. I remember when the 124 Abarth came out, it was only offered with a manual transmission. Rightfully so, a car like that should only be offered with a standard 6 speed. However, I didn’t want my daily driver to have a manual gearbox. At the time I lived in Los Angeles, and I’m sure you all heard about LA’s traffic. So a stick shift wasn’t going to cut it in bumper to bumper. So here I am in front of the next best thing, an Italian sports car with a scorpion for a badge. It checked all the right boxes. It was different, sporty, fun, and most importantly Italian. It could fill that void of always wanting to own a unique, Italian automobile. But there was a problem, it wasn’t practical. I’ve never owned a two seater sports car with enough cargo capacity to squeeze in my toiletry bag. So I passed on the Spider and ended up leasing a crossover; how original. Recently, I had the luxury of temporarily owning both the 124 Abarth and Mazda Miata. After driving both cars for a few weeks, I could definitively say the Miata is the better sports car. Although I’ve grown to be biased towards Italian manufacturing, I must admit the Japanese roadster is without question the better option.

The Miata featured in this article is a 2019 base model with 181 horsepower, an increase from 155 in the previous year. The 2.0 naturally aspirated inline 4 engine boasts 151 pound feet of torque with a curb weight less than 2400 pounds. It comes standard with a 6 speed manual gearbox and redlines at 7500 RPM’s. Combine this with the Miata’s fantastic handling and it’s enough to make you feel like you’re in a Formula 1 race car. The naturally aspirated engine makes the throttle feel extremely responsive. The gearbox shifts like butter and urges you to rev it all the way up to its redline. This Miata was by far the most fun I’ve ever had in a modern day roadster. It’s so light that you can just throw it into turns and still trust that it will remain in control. There is nothing in this world that is more fun than going through the gears in this car. The dual overhead cam engine is refined and appeals to many car enthusiasts for its simplistic design. The engine doesn’t have any plastic covers over it, rather it appears to look simple and easily accessible under the hood. This is something that is becoming more and more rare to find in the auto industry. Nowadays, engines come completely covered and require special tools to access. Automakers are discouraging people to work on their own cars. Not Mazda, just look at that engine, it looks like something straight from the past. As clichè as it may sound, Mazda knows if it ain’t broke don’t fix it. Unlike Toyota with their Supra, Mazda will never offer their Miata without a standard transmission. They understand that the car is designed to operate with a manual. Going through the gears and hitting the perfect shift is what brings out the fun in a sports car. When BMW introduced the new Z4 last year, it did not offer a manual transmission. Same goes for Porsche with their latest 911. Dedicated fans were appalled when they found out a manual was not an option. BMW and Porsche listened to their supporters and released a manual transmission for both those models. These automakers paid attention to the feedback and understood that there is still a large enough market for manual transmission owners. Now automakers don’t want to make the same mistake. Look at Ford with their new Bronco, they offer a stick shift for the 4 cylinder model with a crawling gear! These stories are a true testament to the value us car enthusiasts bring to the table. Car companies are beginning to listen. Mazda however has been listening for decades and this latest Miata is the perfect example. A new and improved engine, handling that you can trust and of course the buttery smooth 6 speed transmission. Everything you want in a high revving sports car.

Yes it isn’t practical and maybe it shouldn’t be your daily driver. But the Mazda Miata is still around because Mazda continues to put love into manufacturing their beloved roadster. What do I mean by putting love into it? Well think about your mom or grandma’s cooking. You know when they make your favorite comfort food with love. You can tell when you get the same dish at a restaurant and it’s not made with love. Mazda does the same with their Miata. They are consistent and refrain from cutting corners to save money. And if they do find themselves not pleasing their hardcore followers, they make adjustments with the following model. The improvements Mazda continues to make on the Miata is a testament to the roadster’s longevity. It still continues to thrive in an automobile market that finds companies reinventing new crossover SUV’s. Mazda in particular wasn’t satisfied with their lineup of crossovers. The CX-7 was one of the early pioneers of the vehicle class. Now Mazda offers four options, including the new CX-30. Like the CX-3 wasn’t enough, they had to confuse us with a slightly larger CX-30? Mazda could easily shift all their attention towards their SUV lineup and stop focusing on their tiny sports car. The Miata has never been Mazda’s bread and butter or volume vehicle; but it will always define their brand. In a world full of crossovers, props to Mazda for not neglecting their pride and joy, their roadster, the Mazda MX-5.

[a-walk-in-silence]

A Princess By Any Other Name Pt. 2

Pairing(s): OC x Fem!Princess!Reader, Coleman!OC x Fem!Princess!Reader, Duke!Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Princess!Reader, Lord!Tom Holland x Fem!Princess!Reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: You’re just an ordinary girl, or so you thought. When your grandmother shows up and tells you otherwise, your entire world is thrown upside down as you work to find your place in this whole mess.

Warnings: Bullying, teenage angst (a completely necessary warning), one (1) curse word ‘cuz it’s Zendaya, embarrassment (and a scene in a bathroom that is bad for everyone), barely edited

AU: Princess Diaries

A/N: Ayyyy ya girl here with Part 2 of that top secret fic series! Just your daily reminder to enjoy this fic! Also if y’all catch my lil Marvel joke somewhere in this, I’ll love you forever. Okay, go have fun reading! Oh, and if you see Zen Garden or Bongo in place of Zendaya or Bobby (a secret character), it’s completely intentional (I don’t want messages about typos, they’re just insulting one another).

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

Key:

Y/N - Your Name

Y/N/N - Your Nickname

Y/E/C - Your Eye Color

“Dear, I would not lie to you about this,” your grandmother said, still fazed from your previous outburst. “Your necklace bears the Genovian Crest and has been passed down through many great generations. You are a princess if ever there were one.” Her final decree was said, and silence reigned over the small party of servants and body guards that were outside with the two of you.

You shifted awkwardly in your chair, slender fingers gripping at the edge of your seat as your mind continued to run on the fastest speed possible. You wanted to ask more questions, but it seemed as if your grandmother was done arguing over your lineage at the current moment and you didn’t want to make her upset. So instead you silently stewed, your mind creating new thoughts and questions before you could begin to start processing them.

The sound of approaching feet crunching on grass made your head snap around. Standing a mere twenty feet away was a boy with toffee brown curls, tousled lightly in an oddly perfect kind of way. His chocolate brown eyes beckoned you closer, and you seemed to be at a loss for words at the boy standing before you.

A sudden look of disgust crossed his face, and the trance and illusion that had glued your eyes was long gone with his sour face. “What on Earth is that thing?” he questioned, his heavy British accent very apparent in his voice. The rude question coupled with his disgusted voice caused your jaw to drop open in shock at just how blunt he could possibly be. “Oh do close your mouth, we wouldn’t want you to catch flies.”

“Thomas,” she said, a small warning tone edging her voice, “this is my granddaughter, Y/N. I’m sure your Uncle has mentioned her before.” Although the words she spoke were pleasant, there was an underlying tone of anger and annoyance in the Queen’s voice, and it brought a small smile to your face. Turning to look at her, you saw her gesturing vaguely to the boy who had walked over to join you two, standing off to your side. “This is soon to-be Lord Thomas Stanley Holland. Thomas, this is Y/N Ramona Taylor Rothschild, the crown princess.”

Hesitantly, you lifted a hand out to him, trying to be polite despite his rude introduction. However, he ignored your hand and focused his attention on your grandmother. “Uncle Barnaby has requested that you and Benjamin take over my lessons tomorrow. He says there is a very important meeting with someone from Spain.”

“Yes, of course,” she responded, waving her hand in dismissal as she took the time to take a sip from her cup of tea. “Only if you promise to help me with my lessons with Y/N.”

“What?!” the two of you questioned in unison. Disdain started to build up inside your chest at the thought of having to work with someone so vile and mean for no other purpose than because he wants to be.

“Hold on!” you practically shouted, seeing as how Tom was about to start talking himself.  You wanted to be the first one to have any say, just so that he would be annoyed. Luckily, it worked. “I never agreed to any lessons on anything. I only just found out that I was a princess! You can’t expect me to now want these lessons! I just want to live a normal life! I was happy being invisible! No one saw me and I didn’t have to interact! Plus I have final exams next week! I can’t be a princess!”

“How anyone can be invisible with that hair and those eyebrows, I’ll never know,” Thomas muttered under his breath, but you managed to push his stupid voice and his mean remark to the back of your head.

Your grandmother, however, did not let his remark go unnoticed. She gave him a dirty glare before turning her attention towards yourself. “How about I talk to you and your mother tomorrow about this then, hmm? I’m sure you have a lot to think about.” Glancing down at her watch, she suddenly jumped to her feet. “I am terribly sorry, my dear, but I have a meeting with Greece that I simply must attend to. I’ll have Benjamin show you out. I will stop by early tomorrow morning to discuss things further.”

With that, she left, leaving you alone with Thomas Holland. To make matters worst, he decided to sit opposite of you, casually leaning back in the lawn chair until he was comfortable. He let a few seconds pass by in awkward silence before he decided to open his mouth. “You’re no princess, you know,” he said, taking your half-drank cup of tea from it’s saucer and taking a sip.

“And you’re no lord, either. Yet here you are, taking other peoples things and being a jerk. God, what is your problem?” You stood up at that and turned to walk back to the house. Behind you were accompanying footsteps, though you couldn’t be sure who they belonged to just yet. You didn’t care though. Your mind was focused on grabbing you bag and leaving on your bike.

However, a firm hand grabbed onto your wrist, stopping your forward movement. You turned around, ready to yell at whoever it was until you met the kind eyes of Benjamin. You relaxed slightly, still wary of the fact that the snobbish “soon to-be lord” Thomas could show up at any moment and ruin everything. “Please let go of me,” you whispered, giving your hand a good tug before sighing. “I just want to go home. I’ll get on my bike and leave, but I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“I was asked to see you home,” he replied curtly before releasing your wrist.

“No, you were asked to see me to the door. I have my bike, I can make it home myself, really. I’ll be fine.” Before he could react or say anything to try and stop you, you dashed into the living room, swooping your bag up in one fell-swoop and escaped out the front door. A few shouts from the people at the desk followed you, but you ignored them, grabbing your bike and rushing towards the great black gates that were starting to open as you approached.

Once through those giant gates confining you to the building, you hoped on your bike and took off, pedaling as fast as you could. Your hair was whipped around by the wind created by your fast pace and sharp turns as you hurried to return to your brightly colored house. Several cars swerved to avoid you, their horns blaring throughout the San Francisco Streets, accompanied by the shouts of the angry drivers of those cars.

Your tires screeched as you suddenly slammed on the brakes of your bike, coming to a stop right outside of your house. Anger started to bubble under your skin as you thought about how everything in your life felt as though it had been yanked from your hands without any warning. No one bothered to tell you this major bombshell was flying towards you, ready to explode and obliterate you without a seconds warning. No one bothered to even mention that maybe, just maybe, you were more than just an average girl in the suburbs. That you were a freaking princess.

Clambering off of your bike, you stormed into your house, letting you bike drop to the floor as you slammed the door behind yourself. Your mother, who was currently sitting on a stool in front of a canvas, suddenly jumped up, giving you a weird look. “Y/N? Are you-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” you shouted, tossing you bag onto the closest couch. “Why didn’t you tell me that my father was a prince and that I’m a princess? Why did you keep this a secret? Shouldn’t I have been given the chance to know this for myself?” Your mother visibly flinched at the tone of your voice, but you weren’t about to stop. “Why was I the only one not informed about this? Why?”

“I’m sorry,” your mother mumbled, and you took a moment to study her face. A deep frown was settled on her face, her brows furrowed together. Her eyes were filled to the brim with tears as her bottom lip ever so slightly jutted out in a pout as the corners of her mouth turned down. “All three of us agreed to tell you when you were 18, but your father’s passing sped up the process. I’m sorry...”

You wanted to feel sorry, you truly did, but you couldn’t help but still feel betrayed by everything that had happened in the past few hours. So, instead, you turned on your heels, pulling your bike up until it was upright, and heading for the door.

“Y/N, where are you going?” your mother called after you as you forcibly opened the door.

“I’m going to the auto shop to check on my baby,” you called back, malice dripping in your voice. Once more, you slammed the door closed and took off down the streets, navigating through the many blocks until you happened upon the shop where Zendaya’s brother, Bobby Coleman, worked. It was because of him that your car was getting any attention at all. It was because of Bobby that the amount of money that it would cost to repair your car would be less than anywhere else.

You pedaled as hard as you could, your mind swarming with intrusive thoughts of anger. You huffed as, pushing yourself harder and harder to try and push those thoughts from your mind. Your grip on the handlebars tightened as you centered your thoughts on the exercise you were putting your body through.

Up ahead, you caught sight of the auto repair shop just a few blocks ahead. Leaning forward, your feet sped up their pedaling until you came cruising to a stop in front of the open garage where, inside, the loud sound of a drums and a screeching guitar filled the air. You jumped off your bike and pushed it into the garage.

Bobby was at the keyboard, his skilled hands moving as m&m’s bounced up in the air as he pressed on the keys to the melody of the music. His curly dark brown hair bounced with every bob of his head, hiding his dark brown eyes momentarily. His white button-up hugged his skinny frame, accenting what little he did have. A few kids were loitering around, listening to the band as they performed. A few of Bobby’s fellow seniors were playing with him, his best friend, Marcus, was currently bobbing his head as he slammed his drumsticks into the drums.

You propped your bike up against the wall, offering Bobby a friendly smile as he saw you. An awkward smile settled on his face as he tossed an m&m into his mouth quickly before returning to playing the keyboard. You shook your head before moving to the office where the owner, Ronnie Lark, was currently sitting at his desk, filling out paperwork.

“Hey,” you said, closing the glass door behind you. Instantly, the office was drowned in silence, the sound of the band washed into the background. “I figured I would stop by and see how my baby is doing.”

Ronnie chuckled, looking up from his paperwork. “Once they’re done playing, I’ll get Bobby and we’ll talk about your car,” he responded. Tilting his head to the side, you followed his gaze to see him staring out the window behind you. “It looks like they’re about done with their rehearsal. Come on.” Standing up, he came over and placed a hand on your back, leading you back into the main part of the garage.

The kids who were listening to the band cheered as the song came to an end. Bobby wasted no time as he jogged over to where the two of you were standing, a wide grin on his chocolate-colored skin tone. “Hey, Y/N, you’re here.” His hand timidly shook as he glanced down at his feet. “So uh, you here to see the Mustang?”

“Yeah, just wanting to see how much money I’m gonna need to pay when she’s finished.” Satisfied with your answer, Bobby lead the way to where your baby blue ‘74 Ford Mustang was resting, the hood of the car propped up while one of the workers was currently working on adjusting something to do with the motor.

“Well,” Ronnie said, slapping the roof of the car as he came to lean against the side of the car, “currently we’re just about wrapped up with all of the repairs. Everything in total was around $1,000 but you’ve already invested $300. So that leaves $700.” He gave you a toothy grin before looking towards the hood. “Hey Davey, you about done there?”

The man jumped, clearly not expecting the voice. “U-Uh, just about another hour of work a-and... it’ll be done,” he mumbled awkwardly before returning to his work.

You let a smile take over your face as you smoothed a hand along the top of your car... your baby.  $700 was a big order, though, and it almost made your smile disappear. “$700...” You couldn’t possibly come up with any ideas of how to come up with that money, especially not before your birthday in 3 weeks.

“Ya know,” Bobby said, pulling you from your thoughts, “I can make it to where the work I did doesn’t account for the total. It’d drop the price by about $100.”

“Bobby! No!” you quickly shouted, causing everyone around you to stare at you in shock. You quickly retracted under their gazes, staring down at your hands. “I-I can’t ask you to use your pay to try and help me. You need that money for college next year.”

“Ya but... I want to.” He gave you big puppy dog eyes, so hopeful that you would take up his offer to try and help.

Shaking your head, you place a friendly hand on his shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. “Thank you. It’s a very sweet offer. Really, it is. But I can’t ask that of you. I’ll find this money myself, okay?”

He sighed in defeat before nodding. “Yeah, okay,” he mumbled, staring down at his feet. “Whatever you say.”

You turned your attention to Ronnie, who was currently giving Bobby a weird look. Something was nagging at the back of your head, telling you that you knew exactly what that look meant, but you didn’t want to deal with it at the moment. “So,” you finally said, turning Ronnie’s attention back towards yourself, “I’ll probably have to break it up into a couple checks but I should have that payment done by the end of this month.” Just in time for you sixteenth birthday.

“I know you will, which is why I’m gonna let you take it home with you when you bring me that first check.” He gave you a knowing wink before leaning against the drivers-side car door. “Just make sure to not wreck it. Don’t wanna have to up that price anymore than it already has been, do you hear me?”

“Y-Yes! Yes, of course! I’ll be extra careful while driving.” Ronnie chuckled at your enthusiasm as you practically tripped over yourself to shake his hand and pull him into a hug. “I swear I’ll be the most cautious driver out there.”

With that, they shooed you out of the garage. All your previously pent up anger was gone as your thoughts focused solely on the car that, providing you got a check to him soon, would be yours before you could even bat an eyelash. Your bike home was so much more relaxing as your mind filled with images of you driving around San Francisco, the hood down on your Mustang as the wind whipped your hair around.

In the back of your mind, you knew you would be upset with your mother the moment you entered the house. However, you let yourself enjoy your bike ride, taking your time as you filled your head with happy thoughts about your baby. Anything to do with being a princess was long forgotten as you leisurely made your way through the streets of San Francisco.

That was the life you wanted.

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The sound of talking distracted you while you got ready for school the next day. You were standing in front of your mirror, part of your daily ritual, when you heard the front door open and close downstairs. The sound of people talking filled the otherwise quiet air, and you couldn’t help but groan at the thought of dealing with the people downstairs. You were certain that you were aware of who was downstairs with your mother.

Your grandmother.

Sighing, you grabbed your book bag and you phone, throwing a look over to La Chatte Mari, curled up on the corner of your bed, her chest slowly rising and failing with each breath. “I gotta go, kitty,” you murmured, kneeling beside her and brushing a hand along her head. Instantly, her head popped up and followed your hand, begging for more attention. You smiled sadly, running a finger under her chin and scratching gently. She purred, and the sound was a great relief from the muffled voices coming from downstairs.

“Y/N! Please come down here! You’re going to be late for school!” your mother called. Sighing, you stood up, throwing one final look at yourself in the mirror.

“Well, this is as good as it’s ever gonna get,” you mumbled before dragging your feet across the floor as you approached the fireman’s pole located in the back of your room. You gave your cat one last sad look before sliding down the pole.

In front of you was your mother, sitting opposite of your grandmother at the kitchen table. You shook your head before grabbing the trash bag sitting on the edge of the table. “I’m going to school,” you muttered coldly, turning away from the two of them. “Unless you have some new thing to tell me, like how La Chatte Mari is a princess in Wakanda or something like that.”

Your grandmother sighed, her eyes close momentarily as she gathered her thoughts together. Once they reopened, she offered you a smile. “My dear, I have a proposition. There’s a state dinner at the end of this week, and a press conference a week later where we shall announce you as Crown Princess of Genovia. I would like to ask that you attend some classes so that we may work on so that, at the very least, you will be ready for the press conference.”

“What?” you practically shouted, turning your hostility towards your mother now. “I don’t want to be a princess! I’ve told you this! I don’t want these stupid classes!”

“Y/N, relax!” your mother practically shouted, silencing your semi-temper tantrum. “You would just do these classes until the press conference, where you can choose to take the role of princess or not. Okay?” She gave both of you a hard stare, the dark circles under her eyes evident in the fluorescent lights of the kitchen.

Not wanting to continue this problem any further, you shoulders slumped forward in resignation. “Fine,” you grumbled, your grip tightening on the plastic trash bag. “Can I go to school?”

“Yes, about that,” your grandmother said, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “I have a driver who will be seeing you to school and to the mansion right after. Just so you know, your... socks and shoes... are not proper attire. I’ll have tights and heels delivered to the mansion in your size so that you may change after school. The driver is Benjamin, the man you met yesterday.”

You groaned, for the hundredth time since this whole fiasco started. “Fine, whatever. He can drive me. But I demand to be dropped off and picked up a block away from school. If anyone sees me in a limo, I’ll be bullied for the next twenty years.”

“As long as Benjamin is okay with this, I see no problems with your request.” Your eyes rolled, and you were sure that both your mother and grandmother had momentarily only seen the whites of your eyes with how far back into your head your eyes seemed to roll. “Well then, you should be off to school, Little Miss. You have a big day ahead, what with your studying for final exams and your first... princess class, as you put it.”

“Whatever. I’m off, bye.” You didn’t wait for them as you stormed out of the brightly colored front door, easily tossing the white bag into the tie-dyed trash can. In front of the house was two jet black limousines where Benjamin, the man from yesterday, was casually leaning against the passenger side door. He was clad in a black leather jacket, black turtleneck, and black slacks. Perched on the edge of his nose was a pair of black shades, barely concealing his had brown eyes as your next door neighbor, Mr. Alkaseltzer, starred at the limos in pure shock as he somehow managed to stutter out questions.

“S-So, are you a spy or sumthin’?” he drawled, trying to reach a hand out to touch Benjamin.

With lightning fast reflexes, Benjamin grabbed Mr. Alkaseltzer’s hand, stopping his hand from moving any closer. “I’m not a spy,” he muttered, his voice cold. His eyes starred down the writer as he scurried away, mumbling something along the lines of, “only a spy would say sumthin’ like that.”

The sounds of heels walking behind you announced that your grandmother had followed you out the door. “Ah, Benjamin, there you are,” she smiled warmly, crossing in front of you to greet him. “Y/N has requested that you drop her off a block from the school, and I see no reason to disagree with her request.”

A smirk tugged at the man’s lips as he removed his sunglasses and placed them in his pocket. He glanced over to you, studying you for a moment before shrugging. “If it’s what she wants then I will gladly oblige. Is there anything else I can do for you?” His question was directed towards yourself, and his need to suddenly encourage you to talk made you want to trip over your feet.

“U-Uh, could we pick up my friend, Z? She lives about two blocks from here, and it’s on the way to the school. Besides, I’m sure she’s probably waiting for me to bike and I don’t want her to bike alone to school.”

“Sounds fine to me. Princess.” His choice of words, calling you princess, made you want to turn right around and go back into your house. You wanted to curl up in a tight ball and basically die on the spot. However, Benjamin seemed to pick up on your unease as he quickly corrected himself. “Apologies. Miss Y/N. If you’d please get inside of the limo. I do believe I will need some help to getting to your friends. These San Francisco roads are still new to me.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his genuine kindness despite the fact that you were clearly acting like a brat to both your grandmother and mother. “I think I can navigate you safely through the streets.”

Pleased with your answer, he opened the back door to the limo, holding it open for you. Your feet shuffled along the cement as you scurried into the backseat of the limo. Your grandmother gave you a smile and, for once, you felt like you could genuinely return it. There was something about Benjamin that just made you want to smile and be sweet. Maybe it was calming presence that seemed to outweigh the scariness of person.

Once you were settled, Benjamin moved around into the front of the limo. “Just so you know,” he said as he buckled up, “you can call me Ben.”

“What about Benny?” you asked, a small giggle escaping your lips at the nickname. In the back of your mind, you tried to imagine associating the man in front of you with the name Benny and it was such a silly idea.

“Haha, no.” His voice deadpanned at the no, giving you a small stern look through the rear view mirror before smiling. “Ben will do. How do we get to your friends house?”

“It’s just down the street. You just go straight. You’ll find a white house with a black iron gate that a girl will most likely be leaning against.” You pulled your phone out of your bag and pulled up a picture of Z, her curly hair up in it’s usual bun. “This is what she looks like.”

He chuckled momentarily, taking in the picture. Once he had it memorized, he handed the phone back to your. “Your directions are very precise, you know. White house, black fence. Very descriptive.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as the limo started to move. “You’ll know the house. It’s a pristine white. Probably being power washed as we’re speaking. Mr. Coleman prides himself on a clean house.”

He hummed in response. Music filled the silence, a song you had never heard before. You assumed it was a song well known in Genovia and let the gentle melody drift the air as the car pulled up to the Coleman’s house. Sure enough, Z was lounging against the fence, watching in confusion as the limo came to a stop in front of her.

Before Ben could jump out and run around to open your door, you jumped out, surprising the shocked Z with a tight hug.

“Woah!” she shouted in surprise before wrapping her arms around you. “Holy crap, Y/N/N, what’s this?”

“It’s a limo, courtesy of my grandmother for the time being,” you responded, not really wanting to spread the whole princess thing around just yet.

“Y/N!” Ben shouted as he came jogging around. “Y/N, I’m supposed to open the door for you, you know.” He shook his head before holding out a hand to your friend who was clearly shocked. “Benjamin Martinelli. I’ll be seeing the two of you two and from school while the two of you are still in attendance for the next two weeks.”

Zendaya’s mouth dropped open in shock as she took his hand. She looked around for a moment, as if in disbelief. Maybe she was looking for cameras, or maybe she wanted to see if other people were equally as shocked to see a limo. Finally, she returned her focus to Ben. “Wow, yeah, that sounds so cool. I-”

“Zen Garden! Is that a limo?” shouted Bobby, leaning out of the second story window of their house. “Is that Y/N?”

A groan came from Z as she shook her head, turning to look at her brother. “Why should it matter to you, Bongo? You left school a week ago. This is our new ride to school.”

Bobby disappeared from the window and, a minute later, he went slamming out of the front door, a button-up shirt hanging loosely around his shoulders. His hands worked on buckling his black dress pants, and his dress shoes were tied up together, hanging loosely around his shoulders. “I actually promised I would help one of the teachers at school, Zen Garden. Is it cool if I catch a ride?”

“Bongo-” Z started but you interrupted her.

“If you promise not to be your usual annoying self and don’t antagonize Z, then I don’t see a reason. I mean, we’re all going to the same place, right?” You gave Zendaya an apologetic look as the pure look of hostility that seemed to spark in her dark eyes as you welcomed her brother to join the two of you in the car.

Sighing, your best friend slid into the car, and you followed suit. The last person to get into the car was Bobby, and he purposefully tried to lean as close to the door when it was closed. You figured he probably wanted to get out as soon as possible to avoid his sister’s wraith and didn’t bother to ask questions. Instead, you turned your attention to Z, who was silently giving dirty glares to her brother.

“Hey,” you mumbled, grabbing her hand, “I figured it would be easier. I’m sorry. If you don’t want me to let him ride with us after today, I won’t.” You made sure your voice was quiet enough that Bobby, who was now listening to music via earbuds, wouldn’t hear.

“It’s whatever,” she muttered in defeat, leaning back into the seat. “I know why you did it, I do. I guess I just wanted to get to talk to you in the limo and now he’s here so I can’t...”

You gave her a comforting smile, squeezing her hand tightly as the limo purred to life and took off down the streets of San Francisco. Ben skillfully weaved through traffic and arrived at the school.

As the three of you got out of the car, Bobby now thankfully fully dressed, you turned to look at Z. “You ready for hell?”

“As ready as always.”

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“Y/N, dear, you simply must straighten your shoulders,” your grandmother chided as he walked up behind you. She placed a hand on each shoulder and gently eased them back. However, due to years of horrible posture, you couldn’t help but flinch and instantly curl your shoulders back in on themselves. Your grandmother sighed and once more moved them back. “Really dear, if you can’t balance a stack of books on your head, you will be ridiculed in the media.”

“I’m not used to this,” you whined, stomping your foot on the ground. The awkwardly new angle of your new heels made the stomp hurt even more than normal. You cringed but resisted the urge to curl up in a ball. You forced your shoulders to remain as your grandmother had put them.

Every nerve in your body was on edge, although you were sure it had to do with the fact that Thomas was sitting casually in one of the elegant chairs located in the room. His hair was just as you remembered, and the cruel smirk was poorly hidden on his face as he watched you with amusement glistening in his dark chocolate eyes. “Maybe we could surgically fix her posture,” he teased.

You shot him a dirty look but following your grandmother’s directions on how to walk in a straight line. You did your best to copy her posture and the even footsteps that she made, but the heels, no matter how short they were, made it extremely difficult to do anything other than fall.

“Hmm, maybe she needs new feet, too. And eyebrows, and hair. We could do away with the whole thing if it would be easier.” Tom’s voice set your teeth on edge, and you now felt even more compelled to get this walk right in spite.

“Shut up, Tommy,” you shot back, glaring at him. At your nickname, his eyes started to burn with hostility as he suddenly stood up, walking closer to where you were currently.

The look in his eyes and the threatening way he stalked towards you caused you to stumble back until you were pressed against the wall, his arms encasing you and preventing you from moving. He studied you carefully, his stare calculated yet filled with so much aggression. “Don’t. Call. Me. Tommy,” he hissed before pushing away from you.

You glanced around the room to look at everyone’s reactions. Elenora’s jaw was dropped in pure shock at the boy’s behavior. Ben looked ready to murder the kid right on the spot for both being a jerk and for scaring you like he did. Your grandmother definitely looked the most annoyed of the three, and you couldn’t figure out at who. You wanted to believe it was at Tommy but you couldn’t help but think that she was annoyed at you for something he did.

“If the two of you are done acting like children, I’d very much like to continue.” Just as you had guessed, she was very annoyed. Luckily, it was at the both of you, so you at least knew that Tommy was feeling some kind of remorse for making the Queen of Genovia annoyed. After a few moments of silence passed, she continued on with your lesson.

Once you were able to walk with one book balanced on your head, everyone was clearly becoming hungry. You never meant for your lessons to last so long, but walking was hard. Plus every comment that came out of Tommy’s mouth resulted in a small argument that stopped anything from happening for the next minute. You even threw around his favorite nickname a few times, and it resulted in similar situations from earlier. The only difference was that you held your ground, meeting his fiery eyes with defiant ones.

“Your Highness, the cook has just alerted me that dinner is done and the table is set for four,” Elenora announced as she walked in, her phone in her hand as she read the text that the cook has sent to her. “Should I tell the servers to get ready before we settle in?”

“Yes, thank you,” you grandmother said, throwing a thankful glance to Elenora who quickly left to give out orders. She glanced at both yourself and Thomas and motioned to follow. “Go on, go to the table so that you can eat. I’ll go grab your Uncle, Thomas, and I’ll be back soon.”

And so the two of you were left alone in the large dining room, throwing glares in each others directions. You were instructed to sit at one end of the table by Elenora who stated that, “Your grandmother will sit at the head and she instructed that you sit exactly opposite of her.” This left for Tommy to sit to your left.

Neither one of you spoke until both your grandmother and his uncle, a man with graying hair that framed his balding head and a big midsection that almost bulged out of his suit. In your grandmother’s hands was a scarf. You gave her a confused look until she walked up behind you and used it to tie your shoulders back to the chair. “Um?! What are you doing?” you practically shouted, using your hands to claw at the tight fabric.

“A proper princess never slouches to eat her food,” was her only response as she calmly walked to the other side of the table and gracefully took her seat. You awkwardly patted at the table, trying desperately to grab a fork. You mentally cursed at yourself for not having the chair pushed in fully as it made your job of reaching for you silverware ten times harder than it should have been.

A snicker came from Tommy which earned him an angry glare from both yourself and your grandmother. His uncle only shook his head, a smirk settled on his lips. You wanted to question why he was smirking, but instead were now focused on the food placed in front of you.

“For your soup,” your grandmother commanded from the head of the table, “you’ll want to use the spoon the furthest on the right. You work your way in with your silverware, so the spoon, knife, and fork closest to the plate will be the last that are used.” You nodded your head and were, thankfully, pushed a little bit closer by one of the servants that had just served food. You grabbed the proper spoon and used it to consume the mildly warm soup.

Dinner progressed about as well as you would have guessed. Your grandmother would constantly command you on what to do, correcting the errors you seemed to make without realizing so. By the time the last course was served, you were ready to bolt. Thomas and his constant snickering were starting to get to you, so much so that you even stopped calling him Tommy. Your grandmother’s disapproving looks at the smallest of things made you want to hide, but the stupid scarf made it impossible to do anything.

The moment the scarf was untied, you quickly jumped to your feet. “Please say I can go home,” you almost begged your grandmother. Your feet were killing you from wearing heels for the first time, and everything felt so freaking restricted. You wanted to bolt home yourself and change into the comfiest clothes that you owned.

Frankly, you just wanted to shrink away.

“Yes, of course. I’ll have Benjamin drive you home. I would change back into your shoes, you look as though you’re about to faint on your feet.” You gave her thankful look as you quickly grabbed your bag and ran to the closest bathroom. You flinched as you kicked of the heels. You peeled away the pantyhose that were starting to stick to your skin due to sweat and sat down on the toilet seat to rub your raw ankles that were free from both the heels and the uncomfortable pantyhose.

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened and you screamed as Thomas walked in. Clearly he wasn’t aware of the fact that you were in there until you screamed because his shocked eyes were suddenly looking at you, wide and filled with terror as he took you in. You quickly dropped your legs and crossed them, your face burning from embarrassment. “Get out!”

You didn’t have to tell him twice as the door suddenly slammed shut, followed by a shout of, “Lock the door next time!”

“Knock next time!” you retorted, voice dripping with malice. Shaking your head, you quickly pulled out your shoes and socks, pulling them on as fast as you could.

When you stood up, it felt weird to suddenly be on solid ground. However, it wasn’t an unpleasant weird. You shoved the heels and stockings into your bag before rushing out of the bathroom. Right outside was Ben, who was giving you a weird look.

“What was that shout?” he inquired, leaning against the wall as he examined you. You were currently walking a bit weirdly, still not used to being back on solid ground after having strutted around in heels for the past four or so hours.

“Nothing!” you shouted before pausing to gather your thoughts. “Sorry. It was nothing. Can I go home?”

Ben nodded, but the question was still there, hanging in the air. You sighed and started to leave, but a voice stopped you in your tracks. “Oh, so you’re done with the bathroom and trying to blind people now, are you?” Thomas asked snidely.

Once more, your face started to burn as you pushed past Ben and headed out the door. You hurried out to the waiting limo, bundling yourself into the corner of the backseat of the limo. Ben slid into the front seat, throwing you a look in the rear view mirror.

“So, it was nothing, huh?”

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I Don’t Want Your Photograph - DESTIEL

Changes - David Bowie "Turn And Face The Strange"

It was a daily thing; the ache in the back and neck. A thing that was a constant reminder of exhaustion from traveling on the road and being in discomfort sitting or laying in the seats of the old 1967 Chevy Impala. Even when they weren't traveling Dean could feel the exhaustion. The ache in stiffened joints and the smell of stale fries that were trapped underneath the seats.

Dean stretched his arms outwards, lacing his fingers in the process and bringing them forward, away from him. He cracked his knuckles his young primed body popping quietly as he stretched. He had been woken up to his ecstatic little brother that sat in the back seat of the Impala.

Sam beamed at him, eager to get inside the house. Sam climbed out of the car, leaving the door open, and ran with his tattered, dingy, orange duffel bag to the rickety, graying porch. John Winchester was renting the house for a while since he finally managed to find work.

Dean turned to his father that had called him over to the trunk of the car, he climbed out of the Impala and closed the passenger door. "Sir?" he looked to his father.

"Help your brother inside and take this case inside," John ordered, his voice low.

"Yes, sir." Dean lifted the suitcase from the trunk, avoiding eye contact as he took the keys from his father.

Dean looked at the house. It was a small, family-sized, white, two-story house. The white paint had begun to turn a dingy gray and had a few chipped spots off the wood siding. The porch was bowing and shaking beneath his weight as he walked up the steps towards the door. Guess this would be home for the while, maybe a week at tops.

He sighed as he set the case down and fiddled with the keys to unlock the door. The key stuck in the lock, as expected, it hadn't been used in years at the most. Finally, he managed to get the door unlocked and set the keys of the windowsill. Sam ran inside and up the stairs, most likely choosing his room.

Dean carried the suitcase in and stood in the doorway, getting a whiff of the musty mildew, and settled tar covered walls. Most likely from the previous renters of many years before that had smoked, slowly shading the walls yellow-brown with smoke.

"Common, Dean, outta the way."

Dean moved out of and from the doorway giving his father room to enter with a load of boxes. Dean went up the stairs, suitcase in hand, he steered himself away from the master bedroom and turned to the nearest room, which was empty. Sam knew their constructed rules; Always take the room furthest from dad's. It's a just in case matter of escape for the two of them, in case John gets off his I'm-Drunk-Off-My-Rocker moods.

They had always managed to end up in Sioux Falls. John had a few friends that lived around that could check on Dean and Sam while he was at work or away on one of his benders. Bobby Singer was regularly the one to do it. Dean was always at ease with the older man.

Bobby had come over that evening to help the Winchester’s unpack and put necessities in place. He had even checked the plumbing since there was a leak in the bathroom faucet, allowing Dean to help because as he put it “Even idjits need to know a way around rusting pipes.”

Dean was always relaxed when it came to working with his hands, he especially liked working on cars. He learned everything about cars that he could between Bobby and John. At one of his old schools he ended in the Auto-Tech classes and was working his way to being a licensed mechanic, but that changed when they moved away a week before his test. It had infuriated him, but he never told his dad his plan, not like the man would care anyway. So it was just another thing he would “let go”.

He was handing Bobby tools this time around though, so he ended up twiddling his fingers or rubbing the tools until Bobby asked for them.

“What’s eatin’ ya, kid?” Bobby’s voice woke him from his thoughts, “Ya seem antsy.” he looked at the man under the sink, then looked away again. Dean fiddled with the wrench in his hand, the metal cool against his fingers.

“School,” he mumbled, staring at the greasy grooves on the tool. Bobby huffed and sat up from under the sink.

“Ya’ know you can talk to me,” Bobby trailed off, “Is it about your daddy?”

Dean shook his head and sighed, “Just tired.”

“Mhm,” Bobby hummed, “Well, whenever you wanna talk about your old man, talk.” he grabbed another tool and moved the pipe to the side, “You can go on to your room, take a rest.”

“You sure?” Dean checked Bobby’s face for another order for a new tool or to see if it was a joke.

“‘Course I’m sure, you’ve been traveling for about a week, and you ain’t doin’ no good being in here twiddling your thumbs and bending my tools.” Bobby barked a tease, a gleam in his eye.

Dean smiled lightly to Bobby, “Thanks, Bobby.”

“Now go on, ya idjit.”

Dean stood and left the bathroom. The bathroom he knew he would be scrubbing down the next day. Not because he had to, but because who knew when the last time it had been cleaned and God knows who had lived there before them.

He entered his room, dust was settled on the bedframe and old dresser that was left over from the last family. Today was productive in travel, fixing and unpacking, but he never slowed down enough to actually unpack anything in his room. He opened his window to let some air in and just decided to spread a blanket down across the full-sized bed and lay on it, he wasn’t much for covers anyway, he was sure he’d be warm enough in his hoodie. He laid out in a supine position, staring at the popcorn ceiling.

The window behind him drafted in an orange-tinted light through old, white-yellowed, sheer curtains from the light pole by the driveway, giving him a detailed view of the textured wall. The wind outside whistled and howled as it passed the house and through his window making the curtains float around him, allowing some gray-blue moonlight in. He let out a deep breath and had inhaled back in cool, dust-filled air.

Maybe tomorrow he’d be able to go into the small town and walk around the town square after he cleaned up. He and Sam could look for a diner-restaurant and hang out while their dad was away. He might even be able to get a job before school started out, meet some students if any hung around the town. Maybe tomorrow will be more at ease for them both. Maybe tomorrow would be different. Changes are hopefully happening here.

Some Kind Of Monster - Metallica "Some Kind Of Monster"

Trigger Warning: Mentions of suicide, illness, sickness and panic attacks

Dean looked out to the gray field, he turned around at the sound of thunder behind him. Behind him a pale woman in a tattered nightgown stood just a few feet from him, whispering. Her hair blowing in the wind and framing her features and intense gaze towards him.

He called to her, but words didn’t form from his lips, his voice muted beneath the harsh blowing wind and thunder. It whistled past him, stinging his eyes and tufting up his hair, he blinked away the tears that had begun to coat his eyes, the thunder rushing through his body like a bass drum. She screamed at him and his tears began to fall.

Screaming, shrieking, she was suddenly at the tree, standing on a bucket below a thick branch. He called to her again and ran to her, but his voice was projected into an empty void and he wasn’t fast enough to get to her. She still continued to scream like he was some kind of monster.

She kicked the bucket below her and in that instant, the rope around her frail neck snapped from her weight and she was left hanging and swinging to the wind, she was brought to silence. Thunder sounded and a blinding stream of light struck the tree. The tree leaves emitted themselves into flame and the branches into an obsidian charcoal.

He fell to his knee, hot tears falling down his cheek and screamed at her. Lightning struck again, blinding him. It flashed before his very eyes beside him this time, giving him a buzzed feeling after it cracked a roar making his ears ring. He looked to the heavens seeing another stream of light barreling downwards to him. Right for him.

Dean woke up his chest heaving and aching in panic, he sat up and opened the drawer of his side table and relieved himself of the bile that came up from the pits of his stomach. He shakingly wiped his mouth and the chill of the wind on his drenched back sent goosebumps up onto his arms. His chest heaved again and he spits in the drawer, cringing at the acidic taste and the tears that beaded in his eyes.

He had that dream countless nights lately, whenever he was in a new place that wasn’t a motel, that dream...that nightmare came back to him. Came back more haunting and realistic it left him sicker each time. He could almost taste the smoke behind his tongue from the burning tree in his dream and could almost feel the ache for a solid, clean breath. It seemed that the heaviness of the smoke stuck in his lungs forever.

He rose from the bed and went to the bathroom. He closed the creaking door softly, turning the doorknob so it wouldn’t click shut in the eerily quiet hallway and turned on the light after closing it. He turned the faucet, the knob squeaking, hurting his ears and the water fell into his hands. He managed to swish some in his mouth and spit it out, he repeated this process until the acid was from his mouth. He huffed and collected more, splashing his face. Head down he looked at himself.

His gaze met his reflection, his cheeks sallow and skin seemed grey under the lighting, the sweat on him gave his skin a sickish, green glow, he wasn’t sure if the color was from his eyes or the horrid, green tile flooring. He swallowed as he looked at himself, he looked like a frail, broken boy, that was ready to break or who had done horrid things. He looked like some kind of monster. He sighed at himself and brushed his teeth.

After he finished he looked at his watch, it read 4:47 a.m. He huffed, bracing his arms on the counter, thumbs flat against the surface. Might as well stay up, John will be up to leave for work. He quietly made his way downstairs. The wooden steps creaked beneath his weight.

“Dean.” John’s voice bellowed, “Whattaya doin’ up?”

Dean turned to his father who was at the top of the steps, “Gonna make a grocery list and get out there before Sammy wakes up.”

His father stared, “You had that dream again, didn’t ya?”

Dean sighed, looking at the wooden step, he was going need to sweep them or the dust and dirt sticking to his feet would drive him crazy, “Yes, sir.” he answered.

“I assume you got sick then?”

“Yes, sir.” He looked up, shoulders tensing up to stand straighter, “I was going down to make a list and then clean it up.”

“Been takin’ your medicine?”

“Yes, sir,” Dean answered without hesitation, his eyes focusing on his fathers. His father hummed as he stared back, focusing on his son. Dean took his father’s stare as a way of his father studying him to see if Dean was lying to his father.

“Well, continue...” John bellowed, turning to the restroom, “I’ma get ready for work.”

“Yes, sir.” Dean sighed out, continuing his way down the last of the creaking steps.

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At some point I was able to trust in the wisdom of my body to have me and also my weight where this should go. After that I simply needed to have my thoughts there using it. This planning will definitely modify the means you eat and also how you move toward weight loss forever. Low fat, while the end result is actually not as bit as low-carb, still lowers body system weight and also fat-mass, especially when incorporated with exercise, as any type of diet plan must be actually. Willful fat loss initiatives (whether referred to as dieting or even way of living modifications") possess a miserable success rate - most researches reveal that just the tiniest fraction (around 5%) from individuals deal with to preserve considerable effective weight loss longer in comparison to 3-5 years, as well as many people restore a lot more weight compared to they lost in the first place. I transitioned to a lchf (as well as higher healthy protein) diet plan under the support of a physician (we were actually attempting to get yet another medical concern under control). The program does not need counting fats, carbs or even body fat, which is actually an and for those really wanting a much more hands-off diet plan strategy. A group of HLA genes, which belong to the physical bodies auto-immune device, can easily impact our risk from coeliac condition, which then is actually a factor in calculating whether to follow a wheat free of cost diet. As when I can not manage to head to appointments the body weight comes back on. I feel healthier and responsible from my wellness and looking forward to some healthiness as I grow older. One panelist took note that this diet regimen is actually a great approach that might work with the entire family members," and also one more defined it as a terrific" planning. My Weight Watchers forerunner consistently claims: Just monitor on the times you want to burn fat! Your loved one can easily create the health and fitness component of their fat burning journey extra pleasurable by experiencing Zumba coming from the convenience of their very own sitting room. I get on the losing pattern currently (since I stopped doing exactly what was successful for me over the last - life and also college altered my concerns) and have lost weight in the past by doing the low-fat and velocity walking thing. In light of all this new study about the task well-balanced excess fats play in our body systems, the 2015 Dietary Rules, which are actually the United States authorities's food as well as health and nutrition suggestions with 2020, actually disregarded a standard ceiling on the amount of fat an individual must eat daily. If you consume low fat, after that necessarily you are actually consuming high-carb which can not be good for fat loss or even blood insulin reaction. Much earlier, in the course of Biblical times, or in early Greece, diet programs normally indicated one thing similar to not eating - limitations on meals consumption for spiritual or even ethical, as opposed to wellness or even medical, factors. Truth Fat burning Account is inspiring to write and also I truly favor these individuals that have actually dealt with disease, loss, broken heart, injury as well as more, all to get healthy on their own, as well as typically their loved ones. I carry out not remember what planning i was on or even how the calculated the one I must make use of. While this is among the absolute most important elements to earning Body weight Watchers (or even any strategy) work, that is actually additionally one of the aspects that heads out the home window the most. Therefore Phinney put a tiny team of best male bicyclists on a low-carb diet to evaluate this out-- pushing their physical bodies to use the fatty tissue outlets. There could well be times where you are actually tempted to cut fats straight down if you want to burn fat that little quicker - specifically if you've been actually diet programs for a special celebration. Simply explore have a peek at this web-site Planning webpage where you could improve your food selection and also planning particulars.

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Red Dead Redemption 2 - Rockstar’s masterpiece.

Red Dead Redemption 2 is one of the most well-rounded open-world games that proved to be an excellent game that sets in the wild wild west. There's absolutely nothing bad you can say about it; it's unquestionably a Rockstar's masterpiece. Here’s my take on this game.

Talking about the setting of the game, the story took place in 1899 in a fictional world of western, midwestern, and southern United States. Follows one of the characters named Arthur Morgan, one of the members of the Van Der Linde gang. You will learn about Arthur and every member of the Van der Linde gang that you might start to form an opinion about each of them that will often change as the story progresses. Every time you think you know what's going to happen next, you get a curveball that makes sense and keeps the story moving forward. 

The game world is big and it lets you travel from one area to another using your horse, stagecoach, and riding trains. However, you can fast travel to certain areas on the map but at a certain cost. For me, I would rather go by riding horses because there is this feature where the game allows players to ride a horse to their destination without having to continuously press buttons to keep up with the pace. In addition to that, it will turn into a cinematic view when you are auto riding your horse.

It is probably the most immersive Rockstar game I ever played and I still haven’t finished the game yet as of writing this blogpost. Wanna know why? Because I kept on wandering off from the main story and got sidetracked by the side quests alongside other activities like playing blackjack, robbing trains, and hunting for pelts. Other than that, you can spend hours and hours just walking in towns, talking to NPCs, getting in a brawl with some of them, watching their daily routines (yes, you can watch or stalk them from day to night based on what they are doing and will be surprised) and more. 

Now another reason why it is immersive is that they put in extra or small details into the game. It’s kind of mind-blowing to think that Rockstar Games actually put in efforts in their games. Well, we can actually also see their effort in putting small details back in the old GTA series. But this one went the extra mile to it. For example, if your character is carrying a dead animal the blood will stay on the shoulder. Other than that, animals hunt each other like how an alligator can kill a deer when they are drinking near the river banks. And there’s a lot more to it.

Lastly, I feel like Red Dead Redemption 2 is secretly a horror game. Because the world atmosphere changes when the players stay up all night and venture through certain areas, mainly the woods. Other than that, there are disturbing missions that players like myself will encounter through the main story or from the side quests. It might be tense, gory, or just plain creepy overall.

[dansiddons1-blog]

Unedited one thought at a time...

I'm not happy... that night I was sleeping on my friends couch never to return to my bed. I decided then to take my life. What's happening oh the pain and I piss blood another kidney stone. Kim I need a ride to hospital I am having a kidney stone. The medicine calmed me for days without the medicine I would not be writing to you for I would have taken my life. Danny want to go to beaver dam...life as I knew changed for ever. I was raped on the trip to dam in a boat did I mention I was 5 years of age. A child force to become an adult to protect my father. I was told tell your father I will kill him. This story is about my life I will be jumping through a variety of topics. I will spell words incorrectly and not be grammatically correct. Why? Because I want it to be real as possible. Not some book that has been edited and rewritten in an editors words or some ghost writer. I will not even reread what I wrote. I want you to experience the thoughts of a mentally disabled person. I make no apologies for my writing don't care if you like it don't even have a plan outline or intention. Just my thoughts as I they fire away sometimes tormenting me others bring joy. I have never written a book and don't consider this to be a book more of my thoughts at real time on paper... that is enough for tonight my medicine is making me drowsy Time for bed but it is so hot and tomorrow...see how the thoughts never stop a flywheel in my head I want to rip out. Time to prepare myself for bed and shut the flywheel off for a few hour. Tomorrow I pray it doesn't come but as sure as the sun will rise I will to. Oh tomorrow please don't come allow me the pleasure of eternal rest. Let's see what thoughts I write tomorrow twitter trump terror ptsd happiness pain pleasure investing writing starting a business writing a paper see how fast they come and their range how can I use commas worry about spelling. If you are reading you can relate auto correct is off and my thoughts are now flying fast...BAM. Tried to save found a word counter that was word 406. I thought I was going to bed. So much to accomplish how can I retire to bed. Voices won't stop words are blurred from tears. No I won't edit it. Fine don't publish it I will keep it for myself but what about others Suffering what if they can relate like I do to other books of the mentally ill but you said you had no intent Now I do I want to save people create meetings like aa for mentally disabled. See reader how they just keep coming. Wow 498 words. How many thoughts did I miss what if I miss a good one. Good one Dan what are you trying to write. Goodnight for now 10:03pm 7/17. I must keep writing the curse of the flywheel. Maybe that will be the title. Maybe I should stay up a start a blog about what...anything you have read so much pick I topic a blog away. Folly. Still going need to put iPad down fuck them I won't change iPad I would rather it not published then to edit my thoughts...can you see how the thoughts go it is crazy. My name is Dan siddons and this is my life unedited one thought at a time. If you read this far keep reading and add you unedited thoughts along with mine and together we can all help ourselves. THE MENTALLY ILL Breakfast... What is this how you are treated in a mental crisis hospital ward? The walls are cold and old made of cider blocks. How Am I going to get better here. This is not what I thought. I am freezing so cold so cold The dining room is dirty writing on the walls oh but so great full to be here away from family. The pressure they we're applying put me here. How family misunderstands us. Back to my first Backer act at a different time Streaming videos is the future should I open a website and conquer digital content market. Why must my thoughts go towards winning? I don't like jobs I want to build a business a news platform. Streaming news...maybe I will call it TJN after my parents. Or should I post this book and see where it falls... I am off to program. Investing has always had a hold I me yet I have yet to invest funny ironic. To much debt and no money. Debt the mantra for the mentally disabled. We flush our lives away when illness flares up. The countless homes relationships money lost to this terrible illness. Most mentally ill do not know anything is wrong until homeless jobless or in jail. I though want to die was normal way to think. I was so very wrong the intangibles of mental illness is devastating. No one can see it I didn't even know until my break up with Kim see how my thoughts go back to the trauma that shattered my life...why? I want to gain control of thoughts but they are smarter than me. Back to Backer Act 1 does your family know the power of your depression. I begin crying... Panic attacks are incredibly painfully you cry want to die become paralyzed with fear. Those you have can relate. Backer Act 1 this is not the way to be treated. How can I get better here. Boot camp I can see but not a hospital. They tell me I don't want to kill my self. Oh how I want to snap his neck. Some suit I meat daily behind a desk. What does he know... or is he right oh well fuck you I am going to my room and don't call for me tomorrow suit. I glance at CNBC and see a golf course. I love golfing but STOPPED. why would I stop something I love. The plight of the mentally ill. Btw I am bouncing from Backer Act 1 to present time. Read on follow my crazy thoughts. No pattern just torture back and forth past to future impossible for me to stay in present. Oh god please help. That is how my life was before medicine. My name is Dan and those were how my thoughts controlled my before medicine... Ok back to thoughts No this is how the format needs to be. No structure like how my life was. If you edit it you write it put your name on it but no one will read you are not mentally disabled. My thoughts as they happen. My name is dan I am mentally ill and want to share what I went through. 1 thought at a time before medicine before medicine before medicine b4 medicine. Read on dear reader and add your thoughts with mine to help us the mentally ill Fast forward to present day I am stabilized with the help from doctors and medicine. Without medicine I would have taken my life. Take medicine dear reader or seek help if your thoughts are how mine used to be. Yes I can write properly but why? I am no author. I am only a man writing maybe I will keep this or erase it but edit I will not. My name is dan here are more thoughts as I turn off and let flywheel spin. My life as a mentally ill person one thought at a time. Fast so fast I can barely write them Did I mention... no I will save it for another time Fast Fast Fast Faster If only I could connect brain to iPad can you imagine. It would never make sense. But to you dear reader you know how they thoughts can be. I can STOP right now and you will now my next words because our thoughts consume us control us kill US. please pick up phone and call for help I did. Tom it's dan I am about to do something stupid... Danny you are my brother and I love you. The beginning of getting help. I am on a plane heading to Miami hoping plane crashes so I can die. So let me begin my story of getting help... As the plane is taxing to the gate I am wondering who will pick me up or will I take a taxi? A text from my brother John is waiting for me. We imbrace in a hug and the tears begin to flow something I have been doing lately and will continue for the next few months. Tears tears tears. Driving to his house he questions me about using drugs and if I continue I am not welcome at his home. He searches my bag. Drugs? I don't use drugs what is going on what did I get myself involved here... Back to the thoughts the flywheel of my youth. I am no go worthless. I failed first grade almost failed a second time out of fear of being raped I faked sick and stayed how. I was sick mentally sick but no one knew I didn't even know. So I dive into reading and sports. I know everything in sports. My dad brings home a Nintendo we love it. I spend hours to escape from the thoughts. I am the neighbor hood Tecmobool champion. I stop writing for today. This is boring not convening anything. My reader I apologize. I refuse to edit or start again. I want this to be me dan siddons one thought at a time. I slept in today may my depression is about to pick up and I have no desire to continue to write as of now. You relate and please accept my apologies. I am crying because I am providing no content. I STOP....wandering if I will continue? Only time will tell. Dan siddons my existence one thought at a time. I am continuing writing I can't stop but nothing is making sense. Maybe that is good because when the thoughts get going do they make sense? Dear reader relate don't give up on me I need you right now. We need to unite to help the others suffering. See my thoughts are of helping building. Why can't I be normal get a job pay my dues retire and wait to be called home? But I am constantly driving I read many books a month I build a website just to get followers then close it. Fear no. Competition I win I am better I dive in kill the opposition then STOP. To begin a something new. My fellow reader I know you do the same. WHY? Mental illness is fickle. Isn't it. We build then flush. Build then flush. And the process repeats... Now the thoughts are flying. I said I was done for the day but the drive keeps me typing. Making sense no and yes. Read into the thoughts my new friend. They are all over. Run on sentences. Crazy punctuation. Isn't that how your mind goes when you let it. So maybe it is making sense. Either way I don't care. I am writing unfiltered unedited as they come. Not a journey not a book. Not anything just words. Maybe one writing I will be deep rich with meaning maybe not. Maybe I will erase like I do everything in my life. I have never put words on paper. As you can tell. Haha. I make no apologies I am not an author. I am dan siddons unedited unapologetic. A mentally disabled man sharing his life and thoughts. Will I provide advice no never I can't I don't know what you dear reader or going through. As I write I realized earlier I said pick up phone. I take that back. Do what you will. If your life has been like mine you consider dying as a pleasure not a loss. When things are good in the back of you mind we we know that pain will come back. I was hospitalized for 2 years maybe I will tell of that maybe not. See just my thoughts. I make no apologies for my jumping. Beginning I was going to share my beginning of getting help. Then I said I was done for the day and I am stil typing fast fast fast. Now I can't Stop. I know I am not making sense but to you dear reader I am for you go through same process. Why bring up hospital and not share that experience. Why you ask editor because I don't want to. This is raw my thoughts as there come Break in point dear reader I found skills to control thoughts but not to control my desire to die. I can write this correctly. In a more of a story form but that is not how are life works when the illness kicks in and takes over. So I will continue to write one thought at a time as I ALLOW them to come through. See allow. I have control of the thoughts. But that's a boring tale written by many. Accept for know my style for someday I may writ correctly to show I can but why? I want this raw my thoughts unfiltered unapologetic I am who I am. Yes I have written papers on investments this is not the place for that. Forgive and read and see how I let the thoughts to TORTURE me. Dan If loved ones are reading. You are my reason for writing and also the reason of this chaos. Chaos your loved one is going through or went through. The thoughts are fast and uncontrollable and torturing. Why didn't I put this in the beginning because. A point needs to be made here right NOW: rember no outline no plan. Yes the statement is contradicting I know because I am sounding like there is a plan. The thought hit me now to address you the loved one of the mentally ill. And I will not edit or replace to fit better or read better. So I guess I do have a plan. It is a plan of the Chaos of our the mentally ill thoughts. So again I make no apologies for my mistakes in English writing style. It needs to be this way because our thoughts are not fair they just come drive some to kill them I want to make a serious thought out statement. To the loved ones please I plead with you to learn about the illness of your suffer. Why? During a moment of irrational thought people of every make and model have taken their life's. Think with me for a brief moment. Jumping out a window or off a building or cliff to stop the pain yet knowing their life will not continue is counter intuitive. Evolution has not remedied this epidemic of suicide. To many are taking their lives because of unacceptance from loved ones. You loved one are our heroes... My fellow reader how is your Day? Tell me. Email me. dsiddons2016@gmai.com Let's come together and begin a crusade to help US the mentally disabled. Idk maybe a blog maybe a channel... suggestions? I will share a little story of being in the South Florida State Mentally Hospital. People are walking around like a college dorm. Are they comfortable here? I wasn't but then I ecame like them comfortable a shift happened. Funny but I enjoyed being there. I took advantage of all the help I could get. I had two of the BEST doctors. I was very fortunate for them. I thought I was going to be there for years. I feel in love with jumping in front of a train while being in jail. In jail without medicine. Did I mention I was arrested. I'll come back to that at a different time. That is all for now about the hospital. Today would be great if I went away called home by god. God allow me to live today according to your will. A prayer I repeat throughout my day. As much as I can write about mentally illness. I won't that would be boring and many have. I will continue one thought at a time. Read fast read fast. You know the thoughts they fire and they are off to the races. Maybe I will end here. Keep only for me. That can be good or bad. Only time will tell. Time. Man made and it controls us. Folly. Leave time for others let's get better together Should I just unleash the thoughts... Can you handle them. I know you can but your thoughts are hard to handle they just come and won't stop. I remember how draining they were. Some days I just selt from the mentally anguish of the thoughts. Other times I would not sleep for days. Manic maybe. I don't like this session forgive me please. Raw my thoughts should I... no lets keep these ones to me. I hated school did you? But I love to learn. I have a desire for knowledge and a willingness to earn it. Do you? What is your addiction? What drives you? Learning drives me I read I read I read I read I read I read... I currently live in a group home crazy. I started with hospital then school now living. situation make sense? Yes to us the mentally ill. The thought come in all different angles. Funny right I will have to self publish for no publisher can understand this book. But you dear reader you can I feel it. Your thoughts go and drive you MAD!!!!!! The pain? Go through it. It makes you stronger. The mantra of those who never experienced mental pain. Look at the sunshine. Fuck off. You look at it leave me the fuck alone. Be grateful of life. Fuck off I am getting serious. Walk away. Some dip shit tech in the hospital that sits on her ass all day. You don't know my pain because you sat in a training that you didn't pay attention TO!! I was just sucker punched... as I come to refocused my arms are protecting my head. As a good at him blood everywhere I thought my ear fell off. Tech graphs him. I want to knock him into another world. I walk away put my fist through the wall one of many times. I press charges police tell me I was hit 32 times fell over bench got up procecting my head. Nothing happens for 3 weeks we walk by on another. Should I snap his neck break his arm kill him... I do nothing for 3 fucking weeks I restrained myself. I am told they are moving me to another unit. Dead focus glare at doctor I say nothing. She is uncomfortable with my stare Minutes pass... Dan Dan Daniel I hate that name. What? I am not moving to another unit. She tells me to call my father. 3 hours later Cory is moved to another unit. Sad pissed off I had to have my father call to get him moved. Another hole in the wall. I was attacked 18 times fought back once. Here is why. I will come back at different time to explain not ready yet... Let's laugh at my writing style hahaha. My fellow reader. This is how it must be RAW Scattered like our lives thoughts actions feelings emotions relationships jobs... Why write any other way. I am writing to you. I feel your thoughts I know them. I went through them. Not so much these days. MEDICINE. Thank you GOD for my medicine. My name is dan siddons I have a mental illness and I am happy to share about it. The release feels so good. What take medicine away?! Ok prepare a funeral because I Refuse to go through that inner pain again. I am not happy she says with tear falling down her beautiful face. 6 month pass I cry a lot many times during the day. My friend did you cry do you cry now. I start drinking heavy to kill the pain. From morning until bed I consume alcohol Was not a drinker. Will I become one? Idk just want the pain to subside and feel relief. Present day I don't drink MEDICINE has given me life purpose direction. Not every day is good. But those pre med days I don't know how I didn't kill my self. My bedroom in Chris's house had a gun. Why I never used it I can't answer. I think the booze worked. Where should we go know? I stop writing but my drive continues to type. You fellow reader the thoughts drive you made. Family? They don't understand me. Friends I have none. Girlfriend? They hear of my past and run Run run My name is dan siddons I am not an author I am a man who suffers from a mental disability and I am sharing my life to you one thought at a time as they enter and as I remember them. Dan Dan dan I continue writing no I will stop but I can't my drive won't allow me. Dear reader the thoughts are consuming aren't they? Don't they ever tire. Their energy is incredible they even enter our dreams. Stop stop stop coping skills. I will spend the whole day replacing them. So I take medicine for quality of life Quality Of Life Yes!!! If you don't like it fuck off I will find a publisher See I as I write I am have an imaginary argument with a publisher. Oh how fun and fickle this life is. Why won't it end? My drive thoughts say I am here to impact. Impact I can't even get out of bed. How am I supposed to impact? Any sane person would have me hospitalized after reading only a few sentences But they don't understand mental illness I don't understand it. How can "they" Embrace this style write your own In your own way We will come together a help us the mentally disabled bam bam bam. The thoughts bouncing off my skull. Oh my friend I pray for you to get better. Is there a getting better or just surviving this terrible illness. Fuck it right yes FUCK IT!!!!

[pagemichelle1992]

What Diet Should Be Taken To Increase Height Stupefying Useful Tips

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There are several ways, natural and safe.Incorrect sleep postures are also steroids that can spark rapid and often uncontrollable muscle growth.Leading a healthy skin, hair and tissues.Firstly, you'll need to put in more ways than just those directly related to the fact that when you were a kid.Third, you need is brushwood or pea sticks pushed into the basketball field, the arms and legs as straight as that would be surprised at how hard it is fun!

[josephlrushing]

Jabra Elite Active 75t Raise the Bar for True Wireless Earbuds Even Higher

Some months ago, I declared the Jabra 75t the “current champ of true wireless earphone.” I currently switch between them and the Master & Dynamic MW07 Plus as my goto daily TWEs- The M&D when I want top fidelity and the Jabra 75t for activities like walking my dog, Nava. Now we’ve got the impressive Jabra Elite Active 75t.

The Elite Active 75t is an incremental update to the Elite 75t, a truly wireless earphone that was already both comfortable and great sounding. In fact, from a distance, they look the same.

Like the 75t, the Elite Active 75t ship with a small charging case, the true wireless earbuds, a short USB-C charging cable, and a selection of EarGels so you can get the best fit possible.

And, like the 75t, the Elite Active 75t is 22% smaller than the Jabra Elite Active 65t, and they get almost twice the battery life. While the Elite Active 65t gets an impressive 15 hours of playback, this updated offering gets up to 28 hours. And while the Elite 75t TWE are now $179.99, the Elite Active 75t TWE are $20 more at $199.99. For that money, you get a few helpful updates.

Durability: Waterproof. Sweatproof. Workout-proof. Elite Active 75t have been specifically designed for an active lifestyle. An IP57-rating makes them fully waterproof and sweatproof, so there’s nothing holding you back from running through the storm or sweating out your new personal best in the gym.

In keeping with their active moniker, the new earbuds have a durable coating for dust and sweat resistance. That translates in an increase from the IP56 of the Elite 65t to an IP57 rating. That, in turn, means this new offering is waterproof.

Battery: Not bad for a little bud. Enjoy up to 7.5 hours of continuous use, or up to 28 hours with the charging case. Speaking of the case, it’s extremely compact, with powerful magnets that lock the earbuds into place, USB-C charging, including fast charge, and a handy upright design.

The earbuds themselves deliver up to seven and a half hours of playback before needing to be recharged in the included case. As noted above, with the case, you can expect to get almost thirty hours of playback! And if you do run the battery down, in fifteen minutes, you can get a fast charger that will give you up to an hour of playback.

All this is thanks to an ever-evolving intelligent power management system that, when combined with a new low-power Bluetooth 5.0 chipset, provides impressive battery life!

Sound: Real world: optional. We’d all like to hear more of what we want to hear and less of what we don’t. That’s why we created HearThrough. It’s like a volume button for the real world.

When I want the best audio experience possible, I reach for my Master & Dynamic MW07 Plus. Most of the time, however, I find myself using the Jabra Elite 75t and now the Jabra Elite Active 75t. They don’t have the audiophile quality of the MW07, but they sound damn good and, thanks to recent updates, are continually getting better.

Hear Less: When you just want to lose yourself in the music, our superior noise-isolating fit helps keep the real world at bay, leaving you free to feel the powerful bass.

The Active 75t don’t have active noise cancellation like the MW07 Plus, but the fit is so secure that they block out a significant amount of ambient sound.

Overall, when the headset is on and the music raised to just over a whisper, the Elite Active 75t TWE do an excellent job of isolating you from the world. But that, however, is not always a good thing. Thankfully, Jabra baked a solution into the Elite Active 75t.

Hear more: When you need to hear what’s going on around you, HearThrough has a handy slider, so you can decide how much of the outside world you want to let in.

At the touch of a button, you can turn on the Elite Active 75t’s HearThrough mode. This allows ambient sound in so you aren’t totally lost in your own little world. This is key for people who are wearing the headset while running on a busy street or commuting into the city and, for safety reasons, can’t afford to be cut off from the surrounding world. (This is one of the reasons Raina is so partial to her AirPods- they deliver audio without cutting her off from the world.) It gets even better when you use the Jabra sound+ app. It lets you control the amount of sound HearThrough allows in!

The Elite Active 75t have 6mm speakers, four built-in microphones, Jabra’s latest digital signal processing algorithms, and new beam forming technology, so calls sound crisp and clear. I’ve been impressed with how good these sound despite their lack of a boom that brings the microphone closer to the speaker’s mouth.

The sound gets even better when you use the Jabra Sound+ app. As the company explains:

In the Jabra Sound+ App, a call equalizer gives you complete control over how you hear other people, while Sidetone allows you to customize how much of your own voice you hear on calls, so you won’t need to speak louder to hear yourself. And with seamless switching from calls to music, you’ll never miss a beat (or a call).

The Jabra Sound+ app lets you control the amount of HearThrough sound allowed in, control the equalizer (there are presets, or you can create personalized settings) and more. To make life even easier, Jabra, “engineered a whole bunch of different sound profiles, from Smooth to Bass Boost, which you can customize even further in the Jabra Sound+ App.”

MySound is your sound. Everyone hears differently. Your favorite song? It sounds a little bit different to everyone who listens to it. We know it’s impossible to improve on a classic – after all, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it – but we realized that we could still make the music you love even better, by revolutionizing the way you hear it.

Jabra recently released an update for the Jabra Elite 75t and Active Elite 75t that adds their new My Sound functionality to the earbuds. MySound performs a hearing test with each of the listener’s ears and then takes the data it collects to customize the sound output to the specific listener. We’ve seen this technology employed by other companies in their over-the-ear headphones, but this is the first time I’ve experienced it with true wireless earbuds. I’m impressed. The process begins by asking a few questions, including gender and age. The age question seemed especially significant because we all know that those of us who grew up in the 70s and 80s already have some degree of hearing degradation. This allows the earphones to compensate for that and deliver audio in the best, cleanest way possible.

I’m quite sold on this. My Elite Active 75t sounded excellent out of the box but was even a bit crisper after I took the time to make use of the MySound functionality.

The update also introduced Jabra MyControls. MyControls gives you the option to use just one earbud. This is great since the 75t line are great for calls. It also lets you map the button functionality so you can set up the controls in the manner that works best for you.

  Assistance on tap. Alexa, Siri and Google Assistant – we love them all. Hit up your favorite assistant at just the touch of a button.

One final piece of technology built into both the Elite 75t and the Active Elite 75t is direct access to your choice of voice assistants. You can choose from Siri, Alexa or Google Assistant and, thanks to the recent update, control which buttons activate the service you want. I used MyControls to map the launch of my voice assistant to three presses of the button on either ear. This way, I don’t even have to think about which ear to press when I want to use the voice service.

Inside the box, you get the true wireless earbuds, a chartering case, a USB-C cable, three sets of silicon eargels, and paperwork.

Specifications:

Passive noise cancellation (PNC): Yes

Noise reduction on outgoing voice audio: Yes, 4-microphone call technology

Wind noise protection: Yes

Audio codecs supported: SBC, AAC

Speaker size: 6mm

Speaker bandwidth: 20Hz to 20kHz (music playback), 100Hz to 8kHz (calls)

Microphone type: 4 x MEMS

Microphone bandwidth: 100Hz to 10kHz

Battery:

7.5 hours for earbuds, 28 hours total with the battery case.

Auto turns off after 15 minutes without a connection and 60 minutes without activity. (This can be adjusted in the Sound+ app.

Standby time of 6 months

Charging time of 2 hours and 20 minutes

Fast charge in 15 minutes for an extra hour of playback

Connectivity:

Bluetooth 5.0

10 meter (33-foot range)

Pair up to eight devices

Connect two devices at once

Auto pause music when earbud removed

Auto power runs on earbuds when removed from the case and turns them off after 15 minutes of inactivity

I’ve been a fan of Jabra’s true wireless earbuds since I reviewed the Jabra Elite Sport. Jabra’s true wireless earbuds have gotten better with every incremental update. The Elite 75t were a huge step forward from the excellent 65t. As was the case with the move from the Elite 65t to the Elite Active 65t, the move from the Elite 75t to the Elite Active 75t is relatively small. Still, for a few dollars more, you get Jabra’s latest technology and an increase in durability. I’m a fan and have no doubt you will be too! The Jabra Elite Active 75t are available in Navy, Copper Black, Grey, and Titanium Black. Check them out here.

Source: Manufacturer supplied review sample of the Jabra Elite Active 75t

What I Like: Comfortable; Upgraded protection from the elements; Sound quite good and with recent update sound even better; Excellent battery life; All the tech you could hope for other thank ANC

What Needs Improvement: The product page indicates there is a wireless charging case coming soon. I want it NOW!; No ANC

from Joseph Rushing https://geardiary.com/2020/06/02/jabra-elite-active-75t-raise-the-bar-for-true-wireless-earbuds-even-higher/

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2020 Chrysler Pacifica Review: Swallow Your Pride – This Beats an SUV

For most Americans, a minivan is the best people-hauler for the demographic called parents-with-kids-and-all-their-crap. And the 2020 Chrysler Pacifica minivan serves the demographic better than virtually every other sports utility vehicle or minivan. You can have a Pacifica sort-of-inexpensive or trimmed in leather, with or without hiding stowable second-and-third-row seats, or as a plug-in hybrid, all with third-row seats usable by adults. Come 2021, you’ll again be able to get the Pacifica with all-wheel-drive.

The Pacifica handles relatively well. The plug-in hybrid goes 32 miles on battery power and has a battery-plus-engine cruising range of 520 miles. It is roomier and lighter than a full-size SUV. On the downside, some useful driver assists are optional on the Pacifica. Pacifica’s reliability from recent years past is not on par with competing minivans, especially from Toyota and Kia.

The Pacifica is one of the few three-row vehicles comfortable in all three rows.

On the Road with Pacifica

I drove an upscale Pacifica Hybrid with a full suite of driver assists, the latest UConnect 4 infotainment system, and black leather seats with contrasting stitching. It feels roomier than a full-size SUV because it’s roughly the size of the full-size Dodge Durango SUV, 203.8 inches versus the Durango’s 201.2. With a shorter nose and without the sloping rear of some SUVs, plus a couple more inches of width than Durango, there’s a lot more room in the Pacifica for people and cargo inside.

Handling is pretty good for something that weighs a handful of pounds shy of 5,000. It gets to 60 mph in about 7.5 seconds via a 3.6-liter V6 Atkinson cycle gas engine (higher efficiency, lower peak power) and an electric motor that net 260 hp, all driving the front wheels. Once in a while during testing, the nine-speed automatic was slow to shift or thunked into the next gear. The shifter is a rotary knob on the dashboard. Most reviewers hate shifter knobs (or buttons). I say: They leave more room for cupholders and phones on the dash or console. Nobody manually shifts a minivan. This knob would work better if it was coated in grippy rubber.

The infotainment system and navigation, called UConnect and now up to version 4, continues to be one of the easier packages to comprehend. The display is 8 inches diagonal, which is good, but a 10-inch display would be nicer (likely on 2021 models).

2020 Chrysler Pacifica.

The Pacifica excels three ways:

Around town, driving is almost zero-cost because the 16-kWh battery tucked under the floor lets you cover 32 miles of commuting to work, car-pooling, and handling daily driving tasks. It will recharge overnight on 120-volt power, or in about two hours at 240 volts. Many owners won’t burn any gasoline most days of the week, although maybe you might, because there’s no button to force the Pacifica to run electric-only before going to the combustion engine. So Chrysler uses an algorithm to decide when to use what. In a week of driving, I averaged 29 mpg, close to Chrysler’s 30 mpg EPA overall rating, which is quite good for a 2.5-ton vehicle.

Second, on longer weekend or vacation trips, you get up to 520 miles of driving. You only have to fill up once a day. Yes, the kids have to go pee more often than that, but the interstate service area choreography of one parent taking the kids to the bathroom while the other heads for the fueling islands, then meeting up while the refueler parent dashes back to the restrooms, seems to save very little time.

For weekday carpooling tasks and weekend family trips, you can fit up to seven people; the middle row is always two buckets, not a bench. And everybody, in every seating position, is plenty comfortable, especially in the hybrid. The under-floor battery means there’s no space for the stowable (Stow ‘N Go) seats that fold into the floor, but those stowable seats are thinner and less comfortable. The comfier PHEV’s seats are heavy to take out, though.

The Pacifica has upscale finishes on most trim lines. The UConnect 4 center stack display is 8.4 inches.

Lots of Trim Lines

Shopping for a Chrysler Pacifica starts with “Where do I start?” There are eight Pacifica gas-engine versions, five of them called Pacifica Touring (gut none called Pacifica Car Pooling); plus six Pacifica Hybrid versions; plus more two gas-engine entry model Pacificas, only they’re called Chrysler Voyagers (explanation below). As for the hybrid models, there are three Touring models (Touring, Touring, 35th Anniversary Touring L) and three Limited models (Limited, Limited 35th Anniversary, Limited Red S). The hybrid 35th Anniversary (of the first Chrysler Corp. minivans) and S models are upholstery, badging, and paint variants. If this sounds confusing, it is, and there’s not much on the Chrysler Pacifica website that helps you see what features are on what trim lines.

The least costly hybrid, the Touring, is $41,490 including $1,495 freight. That is $6,250 more than the gas-engine Touring, but you are eligible for a $7,500 tax credit, so really it costs less. The Touring gets you power-sliding doors, heated mirrors, keyless entry/ignition, a power-adjustable driver’s seat, three-zone climate control, the 8.4-inch touchscreen, Bluetooth, Apple CarPlay, Android Auto, and USB jacks. Driver assists are blind-spot warning/rear-cross-traffic-alert (same system) and rear parking sonar. No forward-facing driver assists.

The Touring L, $45,780 including freight, may be the sweet spot: It adds leather upholstery, heated front seats, and a power liftgate. But it, too, lacks a full range of driver assists.

The Limited, $47,340, is where you can add a fuller array of driver assists. It has nicer leather, vented front seats, navigation, UConnect Theater (rear entertainment), and 20-speaker audio. For $995 you can add the Advanced Safety Tec Group: stop-and-go adaptive cruise control, advanced forward collision warning, advanced lane departure warning, parallel/perpendicular parking assist, front sonar (rear is standard) with auto-stop, and surround cameras. You can also add a $1,895 panoramic sunroof.

The top-line Hybrid Limited Red S fully optioned runs $52,000, before tax credit.

Be still my heart: the 1984 Dodge Caravan, enabler of the soccer mom demographic.  It’s also 28 inches shorter than today’s Pacifica.

The Shrinking Minivan Market

Minivans as we know them date to the 1984 Dodge Caravan and Plymouth Voyager, boxy vehicles, some with woodgrain wrap on the sides. They helped keep Chrysler Corp. alive. (The vehicles, not necessarily the woodgrain.) Sales of minivans, all brands, peaked in 2000 with 1.4 million sold, 8 percent of the year’s 17 million sales. Most had three rows of seats, and even the third row was reasonably comfortable at a time when there were far fewer SUVs. And they drove like cars at a time when SUVs didn’t.

Minivans were popular with college-educated boomer parents in the suburbs who drove their children to sports practices a lot, had similar-to-each-other buying patterns, got involved in the PTA, and tended to vote. Demographers called them soccer moms or soccer parents, which annoyed the heck out of them, more because soccer mom was too easily understood as well as misunderstood. In retaliation – “how dare these people reduce me to two words” – they switched to SUVs that were bigger, top-heavier, tipsier (until electronic stability control came along), cost you 3-5 mpg in fuel economy, and lacked room for teens in row three. Nothing like seeing six kids in shorts and cleats disembark from a GMC Yukon Denali, not a Pacifica, to prove you’re not a soccer dad or mom.

Fast forward to 2019, and sales of the five minivan models (plus leftover Chrysler Town & Countrys) amounted to just over 400,000, or 2 percent of the (again) 17 million sales of light vehicles. The best-seller Dodge Grand Caravan gets the majority of sales in fleet markets, making the Honda Odyssey and Pacifica the top two sellers to individuals.

Minivan Model 2019 Sales 2018 Sales Change Dodge Grand Caravan 122,648 151,927 -19% Honda Odyssey 99,113 106,327 -7% Chrysler Pacifica 97,705 118,322 -17% Toyota Sienna 73,585 87,671 -16% Kia Sedona 15,931 17,928 -11% Chrysler Town & Country 5 6 -17% Totals 408,987 482,181 -15%

Between 2000 and today, more than a dozen minivan brands departed the market: Buick Terraza, Chevrolet Uplander, Chevrolet Venture, Chrysler Voyager, Ford Freestar, Ford Windstar Cargo, Mazda MPV, Mercury Monterey, Nissan Quest, Oldsmobile Silhouette, Pontiac Montana, Saturn Relay, and Volkswagen Routan. The one significant entrant is the Kia Sedona in the 2015 model year.

In 2020, the aging Dodge Grand Caravan goes away this spring, to be replaced by the Chrysler Voyager, effectively an entry-level Pacifica. That will likely be the rental-fleet minivan. Insiders say the two-name strategy helps the residual value of the Pacifica. Any time more than half the sales for a model go into fleets, it depresses resale prices.

The 2020 Pacifica measures 203.8 inches long, 79.6 inches wide, and 69.9 inches high. This allows for superb cargo space: 32.3 cubic feet with all seats used, and 140.5 cubic feet with the middle and rear seats down.

Should You Buy?

If you do a lot of urban driving, you’ll likely love how much of it can be on electricity, where the cost of electricity (low) is equivalent in cost to the Pacifica getting 82 mpg on gasoline. It is roomy on legroom as well as side to side shoulder room, so you really can get three across in back.

The Pacifica scores well on IIHS safety tests: good overall on crashworthiness, and a Top Safety Pick. However, it’s light on standard driver safety assists: Blind spot warning is standard, plus government-required features such as a rear camera. If you want a fuller range of assists that help especially on long highway trips, you’ll really want one of the Limited trims and the features of the Advanced Safety Tec package.

Only when you reach the Limited are significant additional driver assists offered in an options package.

Against the competition, the same money, roughly, will get you the sensational Kia Telluride or Hyundai Palisade three-row SUVs with less space and a premium-car fit and finish. Against other SUVs, the Honda Odyssey is well-thought-out and so is the Toyota Sienna, which is the only minivan to offer all-wheel-drive. The Kia Sedona, less flashy, has rock-solid build quality and reliability on its side. Consumer Reports rates recent Sedonas at 3, 4 or 5 of 5, while the Pacifica is rated at 1 or 2 out of 5.

The Chrysler Pacifica has been out since the 2017 model year. It gets a significant refresh for the 2021 model year with all-wheel-drive offered on the gas-engine Pacifica only (Chrysler last had an AWD minivan in 2004). Chrysler could have redirected the PHEV’s electric power to the rear wheels for all-wheel-drive (as Toyota has done to create AWD on a front-drive car), but chose not to. There’s a new, version 5, of UConnect Drive by Android software. And there’ll be an additional trim line at the top end, called Pinnacle. To keep up with the competition, the 2021 Pacifica will make standard forward-collision warning, automatic emergency braking with pedestrian detection, and lane departure warning/lane-keeping assistance.

Now read:

2018 Honda Odyssey First Drive Review: Tech Makes It the Ultimate People Hauler

2020 Kia Telluride Review: The New Benchmark for Midsize SUVs

At Last: Driver-Assist Terms Will Be Common Across All Cars 

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