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danial-seo · 3 days

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criccounty · 4 months

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sports-shop-pondicherry · 8 months

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topcricketstore · 1 year

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lukebainn · 2 years

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fight4me · 1 year

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Random headcannons of the Radiator Springs folk: an alternative universe telling how the citizens stay (or don't stay) fit.

Fillmore: yoga obviously. And meditation, man.

Sarge: still follows a military regime of fitness. Basically strict pull-ups and military push-ups.

Flo and Remone: they've been secretly practicing ballroom dancing for years. Everything from salsa to the waltz. They tried swing dancing, but Ramon was afraid he was going to get one or both of them hospitalized. He really didn't want to give his wife a concussion. On the Ramon side of things, he may dabble in hip-hop dance and a little bit of breakdancing.

Sheriff: chasing bad guys and naps. But mostly naps lately.

Guido: he's a small guy with incredible body control. He does calisthenics, or street workouts. He has elite level skills. (He can do a full planche.) (This was inspired by going down a YouTube wormhole...) He has some pullup bars and parallel bars he made out of galivized pipe outside the tire shop. The industrial gym vibes. He also does a little breakdancing with Ramon.

Luigi: Owning a tire shop keeps him fit enough, he says.

Red: he'll run firefighter drills and make up obstacle courses. He likes the challenge of making up some sort of agility course and than seeing how long it takes him to complete it. He can do this thanks to his trusty stopwatch.

Lizzie: uses cans of vegetables as hand weights. Don't be fooled, she's stronger than she looks.

Sally: I'm gonna say she enjoyed swimming as a child. But now a days she doesn't really get to, living in the middle of the desert and all that. So now it's walking, biking, perhaps a bit of yoga.

Lightning: traditional gym bro stuff. But with terrible form. Deadlifts with a rounded back and everything. He's one mistake away from being in a gym fail video. (Seriously whatever you're thinking, it's worse.) When Doc was alive he pretty much gave up on trying to fix it and looked away. Cruz however is still trying fix.

Cruz: being a former trainer has served her well. Cruz will do just about anything. Her main jam is something pretty similar to crossfit. She does love her some olympic lifts. She's acquired a hodgepodge of hand-me-down work out equipment from Craigslist, garage sales and FB market place. One of her favorite finds is an old barbell and some random plates. It's a little rusty, not shiny like a new one, but it does the job. Essentially, she'll do whatever you throw at her. One of the cool things is she will jump in on the other citizens' workout regimes, for companionship or to encourage them. Obviously she trains with Lightning the most often, making sure he doesn't die of poor form. She does yoga with Fillmore, pushups/pull ups with Sarge. She'll go watch/do some other calisthenics with Guido. (She's almost got a handstand and L-sit down pat.) She'll run some drills with Red or hold his stopwatch for him. Chat with Lizzie while she does her daily exercises on her porch.

Oh crap I forgot Mater... *mind draws blank. cricket noises.* So, when Mater's not tinkering around the impound or drivin' his tow truck, he rides his old-school bicycle with high handlebars.

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natureless-creatures · 1 year

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A Blank Slate Painted With the Facade of a Hero (Febuwhump day 2, Wild)

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Summary:

How long does it take to rebuild a person? Does it take as long as a village? A kingdom?

A small moment in the mind of a hero who failed.

Maybe he’s always been jumpy, he thinks.

The faded memories from before (he was perfect then) gave him little with which to live by now (a fake hero, a lie), but he feels -somewhere in his heart- like it’s always been this way.

Every time Sky would come in for a hug, or Wind would be too enthusiastic, it was as if his body reacted on its own. On instinct alone. Or was it merely an echo of the person he used to be? (Perfect. Unyielding. Unflinching.)

Every time an explosion was too loud, or a monster caught him off guard, he flinched. Was it his body remembering? (A blank slate painted with the facade of a hero.)

The murmur of the townspeople in Kakariko Village should be comforting. It should be, and yet it’s a reminder. The laughter of children playing games, running over rough roads and tumbling into the dirt should be music to Wild’s ears.

Then why isn’t it?

It should be paved roads. The village should be decorated with statues of living people, a celebration of valour, not the tombs of its fallen generations.

(The graves on which his name should have been written.)

The faces of parents smiling, watching onward as their children play freely.

(They’re never free, thanks to him.)

A toddler, barely two years old, presents a pebble proudly to his mother (there should be more, should be older, should be living as grandparents,) and she smiles fondly down at him.

Wild continues his journey into the village and comes to the shop he ventured into the town to visit. The outside is decorated brightly, inviting. The owner greets him with a beaming smile (he shouldn’t) , and asks him how he’s been, before preparing the usual restock of ingredients and equipment he’s come to expect (he wouldn’t, not if he knew how he’d led their home to ruin) and sends him on his way.

Wild continues his journey, onwards to his brothers. He knows they’ll greet him with the same warmth, the same affection they always have. He doesn’t think they should.

When they do, it instils a sense of emptiness within him.

Was it always so empty?

He goes through the motions of cooking, of chatting, acts in the ways they expect him to. How his current (dead, not real) vessel is expected to.

Dusk falls, and Wild cannot sleep.

The air is crisp as he makes the trek to the quiet place upon the crest of the hill overlooking the village. The townsfolk slumber, and the sounds of life are put to rest.

Wild wonders how many more sounds there would be, in the before.

A pair of fireflies flit friskily through the twilight air, circling one another and winding in ever tighter circles. A thin trail of smoke rises from the home below, the only indication of life in the silent village. It’s not silent, not truly. The chirping of crickets echoes throughout the hills, and the rustling of small creatures spreads throughout the forest behind him. Somewhere else, a fox calls its harsh mating cry. All around him, there can be heard yet more various creatures of the night. And yet, the night brings out a unique emptiness in Wild’s heart. It should feel serene.

(It should be louder, more alive.)

The older, larger firefly finishes its flurry of movements as the younger, smaller firefly reigns triumphant in their dusklight duel. The younger firefly zips away, leaving the older firefly dazed and in the dust. The microcosm of nature over, the night forgets about it. And thus, does it continue.

The soft thud of footsteps on grass. The muted shuffle of movement.

Twilight does not speak as he takes his place by Wild’s side.

(Would he resent him too, if he knew?)

Wild says nothing as he registers the older hero by his side. He cannot, will not.

(Would he have, one hundred years ago?)

The ghosts of the fireflies remain in Wild’s vision as the afterimage burns into the night. The lights flicker and dance, and the sounds meld into one.

But the night continues on, for it does not know the concept of caring for such trivial things.

Would the land continue on, after he was gone? Would the people of his world continue to live in the aftermath of his failure death?

Twilight shuffles beside him, and he instinctively flinches.

How long does it take to rebuild a person? Does it take as long as a village? A kingdom?

Twilight shrugs off the heavy pelt from his shoulders, and then there is warmth around Wild’s nape. He doesn’t flinch again. Something strange, he thinks vaguely.

Is it possible?

Somewhere from behind the brush, new fireflies take the place of their predecessors. A pair of wolves howl, their distant cries echoing through the valleys.

(A stalwart companion. A warm body. Thudding paws by his side. A shepherd to his journey of ruin. The wolf with the strange markings, by his side always.)

Maybe, it is.

#Linked Universe #febuwhump 2023 #prompt: flinching #CW: Mild dissociation #LU Wild #LU Twilight #LU Wolfie #idk how to post fic on tumblr sorry fdlfdsdfhjs #this one isnt very good #but I'm behind on prompts and wanna keep practicing writing #lu fanfiction #wild needs a hug #sorry wild :(#ficlet #febuwhumpday2

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c-rose2081 · 1 year

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Of Sirens Deep - [chapter 4]

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(11 years ago)

“Pa?”

Papa didn’t answer, quietly leaning over the old crate we shared. The sun was beginning to kiss the horizon of Macatania’s biggest lagoon, the Blonde Lady silhouetted in its golden rays. It had been silent between us for much too long–it was boring. “Pa?” I tugged at Papa’s sleeve, trying and failing to get his attention. He was distracted, watching the sea as it pushed and pulled along the shore. “Paaaaaaa, are you listening to me?”

“I can hear you, Aria. What is it?”

“Won’t you tell me what happened to Ma?”

“Hm?” Papa finally looked at me, furrowing his old brows and frowning. “Not till you’re older.”

“How old is older?” I wondered, puffing out my chest as much as possible and kicking my feet against the side of the crate. “Amaris says I grew a whole tick this month.”

“Did you now?” Pa chuckled, running a tired hand down his stubbled face. He always looked so tired when he got back from a trip and his beard was always so long. “I’ve been gone for too long. I didn’t even notice.”

“That’s ok. Aunty claims we’ll have to go shopping for new clothes soon.”

“Hm. Why are you asking about your Ma, cricket?”

It was my turn to frown, shrugging my shoulders.

“Mrs. Hannover at the bakery let me hold her new baby the other day,” I admitted, scrunching my face in thought. “It’s a boy. He looked a lot like her and Mr. Hannover with the same colored skin and eyes. I don’t look anything like you, Pa.”

“Ah.” Pa breathed, folding up his hands over his knees as he looked out towards the lagoon again. “You don’t remember what your Ma looked like.”

“She was beautiful; I remember that.”

“Aye, that she was.”

“What happened to her Pa?” I wondered. “The Hannover boy will have both his parents. Why can’t Ma be here with us too?”

“I wish she could be, cricket. More than anything,” Pa said, sounding sad. He removed his pendant from under his shirt, holding it in the palm of his hand. I clamored to look over his arm, reaching out a hand to touch the bluebottle glass that made up the center. “But your Ma died.”

“I know that already.” I whined, looking up at him as I leaned on his broad arm. “But how?”

Pa appeared to think about it, his dark, intelligent eyes glistening faintly. But he smiled and shook his head, tucking the pendant away again and patting it.

“Not tonight, Aria. Come, Frenrise is probably wondering where we’ve gotten off too, hey?”

I sighed unhappily about being brushed off, but the annoyance didn’t last long as Pa took me into his arms, swinging me around in a spiral. Stopping, I threw my arms around the man’s neck, inhaling his familiar scent of salt and sea breeze.

“I’m glad you’re home, Pa.”

“Me too, cricket.” He said, stopping to look out towards the sea. “One thing about your Ma,” he drawled, tilting his chin to the horizon. “I always thought she had come directly from the sea, like some sort of angel.”

“Was she really that beautiful?”

“Aye, that she was. The most beautiful I’d ever set eyes on. Just like you will be one day, Aria.”

“When I get older, I hope I’ll still remember her.” I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder and nuzzling under his weatherworn hair. “I love you, Pa.”

“I love you too, cricket. Now come, it’s past your bedtime.”

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“...sit down, child.”

Delphine’s hand guided me to a velvet lined seat, one tucked into the corner of Captain Melody’s private quarters. The room smelled of parchment and iron-ink, its center taken up by a single large table. The surface was covered in various maps and pieces of brass charting equipment. I had hoped Neva would’ve stayed at the helm, but she followed close behind the Captain, lingering like a shadow. I clutched the edges of the chair, my brain whirring fast inside my skull.

Sister?

I didn’t have a sister. I was an only child—besides Elias of course, who was a cousin and didn’t count. Pa would’ve told me if I had a sister…at least, I hoped he would’ve. There seemed to be quite a bit he hadn’t told me growing up. I reached for my neck again, picking at the skin flaps that now adorned it.

Gills. I had actual gills.

And this ship…it was inhabited by sirens, the most murderous creatures to ever grace the deep sea. Seeing as one nearly made me jump to my death just yesterday, I could only assume the stories to be true. Glancing mindlessly across the table as I rubbed my throbbing temple, I noticed a big red ‘X’ marking one of the maps and frowned even more. Pirates? Pirate sirens? It hadn’t been this crew that pillaged Macatania, had it?

“I didn’t think we’d ever find you.” Melody said, catching my attention as she rounded the mapping table and removed her hat. This revealed a ridge of gold fins sprouting from her forehead and ending at the base of her neck. Her familiar auburn-brown hair was fully visible now, while the warm light of a few oil lamps brought out the redness to her skin. Ignoring obvious fishy traits like the woman’s treasure tinted scales, I could’ve been looking in a mirror. “That warmblood who took you, I’ll strangle him myself if I ever set eyes on his face again….”

“Pa?” I wondered, finally managing a word after the news had been sprung on me. Melody grimaced and shook her head unhappily, swiping at a few maps. “He didn’t do anything wrong.

Delphine and Melody shared a look, while a single huff of air left Neva who had all but vanished into the darkness. “My Pa was a good man,” I continued, reaching to my neck only to pause. Father’s pendant. I hadn’t even noticed I didn’t have it on me. “Oh…no, no…”

“You’re looking for this?”

My head shot up as Melody lifted the necklace from across the table, the leather strap slung between her fingers.

“That belonged to my Father!” I snapped in a rush, jerking forward to grab at the trinket. Melody merely held the artifact out of my reach.

“This belongs to no one,” the Captain insisted firmly. “It belongs to the sea.”

“It was the last thing my Pa gave to me before he died, please don’t take it from me!” I begged, eyes burning with tears as Delphine used an arm to shove me back down into my chair. “P-please, its all I have left of him.”

“You shouldn’t want to remember a pitiful warmblooded.” Neva spoke up from her corner, flashing the twin fangs which protruded from her lower lip. “Moonglass belongs to Sirens. It’s a shame the last piece to exist is now tainted. We should destroy it, Captain. It could lead us astray.”

“No! No, no please don’t,” I practically wept, fighting against Delphine who wasn’t keen on letting me up from my chair.

“We found Aria, didn’t we?” Melody asked her shadowy companion. “If it helped us do that, it can help us find what we’re looking for. But even so, I want little on this ship to remind my sister of the man who kidnapped her.”

“My Pa wasn’t a kidnapper!” I snarled, “please, give it back!”

“We tried using the moonglass already and it didn’t work.” Neva continued. “I say we find what we’re looking for without the help of either of them.”

Melody ran a hand across her chin in thought. My eyes however, were trained on the pendant still hanging from her scaly fingers. It was my Father’s. And, now that he was dead, it was mine. Mine.

“Argh!” Melody yelped suddenly in pain, jerking backwards as the artifact clattered from her hand and onto the table.

“Captain?” Delphine asked, “What happened?”

“It burned me.”

“That’s not possible. Moonglass doesn’t burn sirens.”

I narrowed my eyes in frustration, still feeling Delphine’s weight across my chest as I extended a hand to try and reach it. There was a rattle as Pa’s necklace dragged itself across the wood before flinging itself from the table all on its own. The pendant spun in the air for a moment, rocketing like a bullet into my open palm as I closed my fingers around it. All three older girls were silent, Melody looking between the table and me with surprised eyes.

“How did you…?”

“This necklace was my Father’s!” I snarled unhappily at the stranger–someone claiming to be my sister, yet doing very little to prove it. “It’s mine. You can’t take it from me!”

The last word of my sentence came out far harsher than I meant, while a noise I didn’t recognize slipped between my teeth. It sounded as though I’d stepped on a harbor cat’s tail, the hiss sharp and pronounced. Slapping a hand over my mouth in shock, I poked at my teeth with the end of my tongue. While they all seemed normal, my k-9’s felt longer than just a few seconds ago, catching on the edge of my lip and causing it to taste of copper.

“You don’t threaten the Captain, little welp.” Neva growled unhappily, unsheathing her crescent blade as I instantly whimpered at her presence.

“Knock it off,” Melody ordered, glaring at the dark haired girl who muttered something profane. She didn’t put her sword away, which is what I would’ve preferred, but she did back off. The Captain returned her honey gaze to me, a dozen questions written all over her face. “How did you do that?”

“I-I didn’t mean too…”

“Not the hiss,” Melody insisted with a hand wave, instead motioning at her neck. “You summoned the moonglass. How?”

“I…I don’t know.” I admitted honestly, still clutching the pendant as though my life depended on it. “I just wanted to reach it and I couldn’t.”

“Maybe that’s why it wouldn’t show us the way?” Delphine commented in a low whisper. “The glass no longer belongs to the sea.”

“How long have you had that necklace?” Melody wondered, leaning over her hands to stare at me.

“Only a few weeks. It was my Father’s pendant–he wore it on his travels, claiming it brought him good luck.”

“You mean you’ve never done that before?”

“No.”

“Hm.”

“My father wasn’t a kidnapper,” I said again. “He was a good and honest man. He took care of me as best he could….”

“The man who kidnapped you was far from honest.” Melody scoffed. “He was a pirate, Aria. A bloodthirsty monster. You were only a few days old when they came to our home—you were still suckling on Mama’s breast. They ran us out of the water with their spears and iron weapons like a group of frightened seals. It was lucky more of us weren’t killed.” Melody winced, lowering her head in sorrow. “They took Mama and you in a net and vanished on their ship. That pendant belonged to her—we’ve been following it for almost eighteen years. I guess it only makes sense that it was passed to you.”

“No, you’re wrong….”

“Did you ever wonder why you didn’t look like your ‘Father’? He took you away from your home and your family before you even had a chance to grow your gills.” Melody rounded the table again, taking hold of my arm as I was hauled up from the chair. Stumbling beside her, she paused in front of a large mirror that sat on her wall. “Look here. Tell me for sure that you are your Father’s daughter.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, glancing at the mirror.

My reflection was as drowned out as I felt. My hair was still scraggly from dried seawater, while the whites of my eyes had gone bloodshot. Crimson blood still oozed from the cut on my cheek, curling down my jaw and sticking to my neck. I could finally see my supposed gills for myself, watching them with a rolling stomach as they rose and fell with each shuttering inhale. I could barely even recognize myself—so much had happened in such a short amount of time.

Melody placed both her hands on my shoulders, the two of us a perfect portrait of the same genetics.

“You are my little sister,” I shivered as webbed hands gently pulled my hair back to rest over my shoulder, playing with the strands. “But your Father…he’s just another pirate. Another warmblooded traitor. He lied to you. Do you understand?”

I opened my mouth to speak, to deny every word Melody was saying. But only a pathetic squeak escaped me. I held a shaky hand to my lips as tears once again streaked down my face, unbridled and stinging. It felt impossible—Pa and I told each other everything. We’d stay up for hours, talking about whatever came to mind. I didn’t think he’d ever keep something so important from me. But then…he often said Ma had come from the sea. And though I knew he was a merchant sailor, he often came home with fantastic spoils of silver and gold and gemstones that seemed odd for his position. I never questioned where the spoils came from, just assumed he’d picked them up on his travels.

What sailor besides a pirate came home with such rare and expensive trifles?

It felt like I had just been struck in the chest. My knees folded from weakness, though Melody swept me up into her broad arms before I could hit the floor.

“Poor thing….” Delphine repeated softly as I was gently settled into a deep box bed, sinking into the folds as I curled into a ball and wept.

“It’s been a long and difficult journey to get here.” Melody mumbled, her finned hand gently tracing the curve of my hairline as she pulled velvet blankets over me. “For all of us.”

“What about the moonglass, Captain?” Neva wondered, “We have it. We can go straight there.”

“The moonglass doesn’t respond to us, Neva. You saw for yourself. We can’t use it to navigate without Aria’s help.”

“But she’s an outsider. She was raised by warmbloods. It’s not wise to trust her.”

“Let the child rest.” Melody ordered. “Return to the helm and keep us on course. I want to make as much progress as possible tonight.”

Neva huffed unpleasantly but didn’t argue anymore, her heavy boots clunking as she vanished out the door.

“She’s been in a foul mood for days,” Delphine complained, “Do you suppose it’s wise to allow her such close contact with the girl?”

“We haven’t much choice. It was a close call with the black sail; they could’ve seen us. I’m not sure how they found her first.”

“Perhaps they were tracking the moonglass?”

“Maybe. Or someone tipped them off that she was finally coming into her traits.”

“But who? Not one of our own, surely.”

“Hard to say.” Melody sighed, the sound of papers rustling as she picked up her hat from the table. “For now, she stays with us. We can protect her.”

There was a beat of silence, no doubt Delphine nodding her agreement as the two women left the room, closing the door behind them. This left only the sound of my own shuttering breathing and the creak of the ship as it rocked back and forth on the sea. The tears had stopped flowing, but my whirlwind of thoughts hadn’t. Not just about my Father and his lies, but also my entire life. Pulling the pendant out of Delphine’s borrowed shirt, I stared intently into what I now knew was moonglass. It didn’t seem any different than before. What made it so special?

What did Melody mean when she spoke of the black sail? Were they the pirates that raided Macatania? The ones who killed Amaris in cold blood as she pushed me off a cliff side into the sea?

Why was this ship of sirens—the most powerful creatures in the ocean—sailing on a man made ship across the ocean when they could just swim there? Where were we even going?

And what was this mysterious destination that everyone, Melody included, refused to even speak the name of? Did it have something to do with this seemingly insignificant piece of glass around my neck?

I frowned, folding the artifact under my hands and staring at the ceiling. Yesterday, I would’ve been in Aunt Frenrise’s manor house, thinking about marriage. Was she ok? Or was she dead; killed by the same pirates who had killed my best friend? I squeezed my eyes shut with a whimper. Hopefully Macatania was alright after the attack.

Pursing my lips, someone was walking above nice on the quarterdeck. Probably Neva working the helm. I didn’t like her being so close, but sailing didn’t leave much room for personal space. Inhaling and exhaling again, I let my eyes fall shut for some much needed rest.

— — —

“Girl!”

The shout startled me. Gasping, I choked at the familiar blade once again shoved into my throat. I was still in the Captain’s bed, staring down the curved body of a crescent sword. Neva glared at me, jerking her head. “Up. Now.”

I could only nod, scrambling from the comfortable box which had cradled me. I could still feel the ship rocking as I was shoved out onto the deck, Neva’s sword now shoved into the small of my spine. It was evening now, the sun having and lanterns hanging from the mast posts. Distracted by how beautiful the ship looked at night, I yelped as a boot slammed into the back of my knee, causing it to buckle. Falling to the ground with a wince of pain, I barely had time to react as a heavy bucket of water was practically shoved into my lap.

“Captain’s turning in for tonight, whelp, which means it’s my ship until dawn.” She barked, using her boot to kick a splintering, handheld brush between my folded knees. “Everyone on this ship pulls their weight. We don’t cater to princesses here.” Neva slammed her sword into the deck just short of my bare foot, causing it to spark. “You scrub every part of this deck until I say you’re done. When I release you, you’ll sleep out here tonight—ain’t got no room for warmbloods in the crew quarters. Tomorrow, you’ll wake up early and do it all over again. Clear?”

I blinked at Neva, only to whimper as she slammed her sword near my foot again. “I said, am I clear!”

“Y-yes.”

“Now get to it, you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

I swallowed thickly, nodding hastily again as I grabbed the brush and dunked it into the bucket. Watching over my shoulder as Neva thundered away, I turned back to my new work and grimaced.

This would be a very long night indeed.

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theretirementstory · 7 months

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Bonjour à tous, it’s 10c and we are due 16c it’s going to be cloudy but who cares as long as it stays dry.

It has been a week of ups and downs , not only for me but the weather has changed so much from dry warm days to rain and winds, autumn has arrived!

The cleaning lady has been and worked her magic, I am so pleased to have her as it means that I can do washing, ironing, shopping and cooking plus spend time knitting, reading or just relaxing. Talking of knitting, I have finished the babies hat, have finished two pairs of fingerless gloves (they still need stitching up) and am back to working on the baby blanket.

The plumber made his visit but it wasn’t to do a full service of the boiler 😩 instead he had noticed the reduced flow of water and brought his “special equipment” which descaled the pipes meaning I now have fast flowing hot water everywhere in the house. I really must ring him to ask if he can service the boiler for me.

Maud (my podiatrist) visited last Sunday afternoon and just before she left she booked me in for an appointment. So Tuesday evening I went to have my feet pampered. It really is a great feeling going in feeling you have weights on your feet and coming out walking on air.

I arranged for my friend Sarah to visit me this week. I said lunch would just comprise of sandwiches but she was happy with that. I prepared the sandwiches so that they just had to be assembled in the plate for serving (memories of being a cricket tea lady came flooding back). We spent a lovely few hours chatting and eating.

I was buzzing along just fine, I even ordered my new printer and when it arrives I need to install it on my laptop, I am praying this can be done via USB rather than with a CD. Then like a bolt out of the blue I had a telephone call from the oncologist. Now as if that didn’t knock the wind out of my sails he told me I had to attend hospital the following day, I misunderstood and thought I was going for a scan. I didn’t hear him mention a time for the appointment so I waited for a phone call. About two thirty I rang the secretary, no it wasn’t a scan it was an appointment in radiotherapy at 9a.m.!!!!! Well I rang my usual taxi company, oh no taxi available, rang another company and the same reply. By this time I was on the ceiling, could I drive there, where was the radiotherapy department???? So much was going through my head so I messaged Anie, Maud and Monique. Monique finally got me fixed up with a taxi but I told her I didn’t have a transport voucher, she laughed and said don’t worry the driver will get one from the hospital. So I came down from the ceiling and relaxed. Next morning I was up bright and early, shutters were opened before sunrise, and the taxi arrived prompt at 8a.m. Now it was a little bit strange, the taxi driver’s face was familiar even though I haven’t used that taxi firm before. I think I have seen him in the bar but it could have been his doppelgänger 😂😂. Anyway, we got to the hospital where the appointment was for a consultation with the “head honcho” of radiotherapy who informed me that in order to “eradicate” (his word) this last bit of cancer I would need radiotherapy. I was buzzing again, I asked if I was having the scan that day, he told me to slow down there were other things to discuss. Anyway I am going for the CT scan next week and will then be given my appointments and transport voucher. As this node is in my intestine I have to have a special diet (not another one), yes indeed and all the food I eat whole meal bread, cereal, vegetables and nuts are all on my forbidden list 😩😩. I am hoping that this will only be my diet for about 4 weeks as I know I cannot stomach poached fish with plain boiled potatoes, rice or pasta. My breakfast will be biscottes aargh I detest those things but needs must I suppose. Anything will be preferable to carrying this “little blighter” around with me.

I have taken to wearing a hat, not just to keep my head warm but also to hide my receding hairline. Anyway, I am sick of waking up and finding myself looking so disheveled, I called into the hairdressers yesterday to make an appointment for her to cut the remaining hair short. I didn’t expect the reception I got, the hairdresser gave me the biggest smile, asked if I was OK and made the appointment for 5pm on Tuesday when there would be no-one else in the salon. I came out feeling wonderful, people are so kind going out of their way to accommodate me (and people like me I suspect too).

When I arrived in this town over 6 years ago there was a public swimming pool which I think had seen better days. It was demolished and a new aquatic centre has replaced it. There is also a new sports complex (see photo above) with football pitches, tennis courts, running track and other activities, the town is thriving.

So it’s time for the records that mean something to me, the first one this week is from 1984, Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now) by Phil Collins. Think it has a lot to do with the video, which features Tulum in Mexico which brings back memories of my holiday in Mexico and visit to Tulum.

The next song is from 1998 it’s Bryan Adams featuring Mel C and the song is When You’re Gone. There is just something about this song that appeals to me.

“The Trainee Solicitor” has been unwell this week and I got an idea of how much my son’s have worried about me being ill, when I have worried about him. I hope that you are feeling better today.

During the heavy winds and rain from Storm Babet on Friday, “The Daddy” had a run in with a kerb on a roundabout. He is taking his car to get new tyres put on today as one tyre was really badly damaged. I hope it’s not as windy/rainy for you this morning.

“The Ex-Graduate” felt unwell one day but since then has been playing nurse to “The Trainee Solicitor”. We are all into reading books and she has finished a book which had a twist in the ending so she found that rather enjoyable.

My grandchildren are with “The Daddy” this weekend and my amazing granddaughter, a mere 5 years old, attends after school club where they have been drawing pictures for a competition. The competition was entitled “Perfect Pets” and after school clubs from all over the UK who have signed up for this will have the opportunity for the children’s pictures to be judged and some chosen to be entered in books of the same title. Well my granddaughter is only going to have her picture of her “Perfect Pet” entered in one of the books. How wonderful, what an achievement! Well done that young lady 😊.

Now I am used to acorns and their little “cups” but when I parked in town yesterday (under a tree) something bounced on the roof and closer investigation I spotted this “giant” acorn. I then inspected the tree and found it’s “cup” (see photos below) nothing like our English oak.

I wish you all a good week until next week.

#barsuraube #troyes #nature #trees #photography #knitting #friends #80’s music #90’s music #livingthedream #family

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wool-and-wanderlust · 11 months

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June 25: I'm sitting in the back garden right now, and I can hear some kids playing outside a few houses over. It's making me nostalgic for the summers my brother and I spent here, running around barefoot on the pristine lawn and pretending to play cricket or badminton. We lost all kinds of sports equipment in the neighbor's hedge, followed by adventures of crawling through the hedge to find it. I also have distinct memories of my grandmother hanging up the washing, and cleaning the mud off of her dog, Sam, after our walks. The iron gates to the back garden even make me feel nostalgic because of how many times we went back and forth through them when playing outside. We were lucky to have such carefree days as kids.

I walked to the nearby village this morning, and while I've been many times, I realized it was the first time I've ever gone alone; I've always had a friend or family member with me. To be honest, it made me realize I need more practice learning to enjoy my own company. Most of the shops and cafes were closed since it was Sunday, but I did some window shopping and since it was extra hot, I bought myself an ice lolly for the walk back. Did not regret :)

My aunt stopped this afternoon to say hello today, and I’ll be spending more time with that part of my family later in the week. Then while Grandpa napped in the chair outside, I continued to study the Highway Code :)

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criccounty · 5 months

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supereffectivemoonblast · 1 year

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Pokémon Oster

Chapter 6: Goovyle

After a bit of a hiatus and some refamiliarization with the system, we finally played Pokémon Table Top United Again.

We last saw our party of helpers catching Pokemon at the seaside city of Booyong, a large cultural centre of west-coast Oster. The group finish their first day in the city by looking into advertisements for the "Aqua-Festival" a city-wide event celebrating water types and the Sea. Kendra (a contest enthusiast), and Darryl (a water-type enthusiast) are both intrigued. But the event will not be happening for 3 months, so they'll have to return to the city later in their journey. They find accommodation for the night, and make plans for the next day in the city.

The next day, the group split up to achieve their own goals for the day. Some go shopping, others further investigate the festival, while some go look in the Pokemon Gyms.

In Oster, Gyms are more akin to what we understand Gyms to be: places of training where instructors often have specialisation to better train Pokemon of certain types. As a coastal city, they have a well equipped Water Gym, so Darryl goes, Cole tagging along.

Towards the middle of the day, Darryl and Cole leave the gym to overhear an attempted mugging in an alleyway nearby. It is Team Dingo, ruffians they'd encountered before, so Darryl brings out the Cricket Bat he'd "borrowed" from another grunt, and he and Cole ran towards the scene. The grunts very quickly spot the signature Team Dingo style bats in Darryl's and Cole's hand. Quickly connecting the dots, they decide this isn't worth it, and they scatter.

The woman they save introduces herself as Jane Wattle, daughter of the Professor Wattle who employed the group to search for special typed Pokemon. Jane is initially concerned that a boy as young as Cole is travelling without parental supervision, but he convinces her he's in good hands. She explains that a special Pokemon, a seemingly poisonous Grovyle, has been sighted near the city. Darryl gets into contact with the rest of the group, and they meet at the Pokemon Centre.

An hour or two hike outside the city and they reach the site described to Jane Wattle by eyewitnesses. They find 3 unconcious people covered in red welts. This was probably the Grovyle's doing. The group fan out, making sure to guard the bodies of the already injured strangers, and they are soon ambushed by the Grovyle. It is purple instead of green and the leaves covering its body are dripping with poisonous ooze. The group all send out Pokemon and attack from all angles. The creature is hardier than what they have become used to encountering, and it almost one-shots Darryl's Piplup. But after a round of everyone's Pokemon wearing it down, Sgt Stucko throws a Pokeball and captures it.

Professor Wattle gives Antidotes to the unconcious strangers, and finds this is Shinade, Dustin, and Warren, other volunteers of the Professor who were overwhelmed by the Grovyle. After exchanging details and making sure everyone is Ok, the new friends head back to the city. Our group also returns, but taking their time to hunt some forest Pokemon on the way.

Darryl catches a Wooper. Cole catches a Deerling. Morris catches a Pinsir. Stucko catches a Foongus.

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fmphomes · 1 year

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The project was launched in May 2021. Bliss amenities are shared with the wider Arabian Ranches 3 community, including a children’s playground, clinic, cricket pitch, football pitch, splash pad, water feature, basketball courts, jogging and bicycle paths, mosques, schools, shops, sports facilities, and squash courts.

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