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wills-woodland-warriors · 2 years

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The Pit Tw: Drowning

TawnyKit kicked at the dirt with her small white paw, huffing as she laid down on the flattened dirt. She could still feel the phantom touches of bugs crawling on her, and the scratches on her shoulder burned.

Dada had said that they would heal. But it’s been who-knows-how long and they still dripped and stung.

In a blink of an eye the sky flashed above and a loud crackle sounded through the darkened sky.

It began to spit, washing mud off of her fur and causing her paws to sink.

She curled up around her paws, head ducked under her paws to stay dry.

She couldn’t breathe.

Her lungs ached and her ears rang as she struggled against the surface, the water far above her head and causing her to have to swim desperately to stay afloat in the pit.

Her paws scraped at the walls, trying to grab onto something, anything.

She gasped for breath with every sip of the waves, and tried to hook her claws into the mud. It slipped out of her claws, dropping her down into the water and knocking her head against the ground as another boom of thunder sounded.

She was going to die a second time.

Her whole body burned with straining muscles and she felt bile rising in her throat as she screamed into the storm, begging for anyone to notice her.

Maybe her dada was right, maybe she was meant to die out here.

A strike of lightning lit up the top of the pit, revealing a cats figure shadowed by the rain.

For a brief moment she thought it was her father, and she wasn’t sure if she was meant to be terrified or relieved.

Nonetheless, the strange cat pulled her out by the scruff, and for the first time in many moons she felt grass.

Her joy was covered by a fit of coughs racking her chest, her fur so cold the white spots might as well have been LeafBare snow.

The cat nudged her, and she flinched away in instinct. They picked her up, and as she hung limply in the strangers jaws, her head spun and she cried out for her family.

She looked so much like HornetLeg. She was so small, and mud covered. Her already thin fur clung to her pelt leaving the ridges of her ribs exposed.

LoonFur stood awkwardly at the entrance of the den, and FleaThistle gave her a warm look.

“Thank you for leading me to her. If you hadn’t heard the cries and ran for help I think she would have died,”

LoonFur gave him a quick smile, saying she was glad she could help, and ducked out of the den to head back to her own before the mud became too steep.

FleaThistle leaned down and began to lick the kit clean, ignoring his own dirty fur.

After he’d groomed her, he padded the moss around her small body to keep her warm.

He ducked out of the den, blinking against the strong rain pouring into his eyes. It was difficult to get to JackDaw and FernDoe’s den in the storm, his paws slipping and the muddy water going up to his shoulders at times.

He glanced up at the trees when he heard a branch crack, and saw GremlinFrost’s small frame staring down at him.

“FleaThistle? What are you doing out?”

FleaThistle hauled himself onto a tree stump just out of the mud so that he could stand without sinking.

“I need to talk to FadingStar,” He panted, blinking back tears as the mud stung the cuts on his torso.

“In this storm? Head back home, I’ll get him for you,” the blue eyed tom shook his head, and his voice sounded far too old for his age. He was barely an apprentice, and FleaThistle’s heart ached, wondering if he was alone out here.

She woke up in a small den, thin, twig like roots from a tree stump poking out of the walls and brushing her fur.

TawnyKit whimpered, lifting her head as she pulled herself into a sitting position.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” a small, brown-grey tom poked his head up, carrying a mouthful of leaves.

TawnyKit blinked, tagging in the sight of cuts lacing down his fur, chunks of flesh held on with poultices and bandages.

His ear was almost completely missing, more so a stump. Despite his injuries, somehow she felt calm. His eyes were warm. Kind.

He looked though, almost fearful.

“Who are you?” She coughed, her voice hoarse.

“My name is FleaThistle! And.. and you are?”

“TawnyKit,” she chirped, tucking her tail over her paws as she shivered, her fur still slightly damp.

The tom—FleaThistle—nodded, placing a few leaves in front of her. They were a bit crunchy, but she ate them anyway.

“Do you remember what happened?” He asked gently, sitting down in the nest next to her.

At the back of the den, two small brown toms were curled up, snoring lightly. Their nest was decorated with pebbles and feathers, and FleaThistle gave them a warm look before turning back to her.

“I remember drowning. And someone pulled me out,” she sniffed, her pelt prickling and ears flattening at the memory.

“Well.. that was me. Do you know if your parents are here?”

“My dad, HornetLeg. My clan said he was a bad cat,”

FleaThistle froze, before shivering and leaning over to smooth his pelt down. He took a few deep breathes.

“I’m sorry sweetie, but he’s not here anymore.”

She nodded, pressing her paws into the moss bed to ground herself.

“I can take care of you, if you’d like. My husband and I spoke about it and we’d be happy to,” His voice was soft, gentle.

TawnyKit thought for a few moments, looking around the comfortable den, and into FleaThistle’s kind eyes. She’d be safe here.

“I’d like that,”

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I’d love to know what anyone thinks of this!

LoonFur, JackDawFoot, and FernDoe belong to @residents-of-the-darkforest

FadingStar belongs to @liberhoe

StumpPaw belongs to @ambitiousauthor

HornetLeg, FleaThistle, TawnyKit, GremlinFrost are my characters

#warrior cats #warrior cats oc #fleathistle #warrior cats original character #dark forest member #warrior cat oc #gremlinfrost #fadingstar #ferndoe #jackdawfoot #tawnykit #loonfur #stumppaw #dark tales #not so dark tales #short story

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jack-o-cel · 2 years

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ipad needs charging, so behold sketchbook!!

I'll prolly do the rest on my sketchbook since im more comfortable with it, then digitize it later.

Edit: Updated the Scarlet Rot status effect description, and what Rot types are weak to. Upcoming post on new types, and status effect will have the updated descriptions

Elden Ring Pokémon Crossover

Rotterfly

Rot/Bug

The Rot Butterfly Pokémon

Rotterfly are blind and use its face covering antenna, along with sound, to locate prey. It has two stinger appendages sprouting from it's upper back that inject lethal doses of Scarlet Rot. On it's back is a flower awaiting to bloom.

Rotterfly have a tendency to pick up twigs to use in battle like swords. It tends to favor longer sticks. Any twig used by a Rotterfly becomes infected with a nasty rot.

Rotterfly finds purpose in protecing pokémon. Most commonly can be found protecing Bablloyed's. Who in turn create clothes made of leaves that have a layer of healing remedies on the underside to soothe Rotterfly's growing rot.

Ability

Rot Body

Whenever this pokémon is hit with a physical attack the enemy pokemon gains the Scarlet Rot status effect.

Unique attack

Waterfowl Dance (Bug)

10/10

This pokémon charges at it's opponent with a flurry of slashes. Each successful hit heals this pokémon. Can hit an enemy pokemon up to five times

Evolves into Valkyrot when exposed to a gravity pebble

Close ups + explanation on new types/status effects:

Colors:

Outer wings - red

Inner wings - shades of brown, and bright red accents

Fluff body - dark red

Stinger appendage fluff - dirty cream color

Stinger - bronze

Legs/arms - black

Right arm - bronze goldish color

Antenna - rusty gold color

Leaf clothes - faded green with brown-reddish splotches

Flower bud - red-orange

Scarlet Rot

A status effect that significantly lowers defense, and damages hp every turn. Rot type pokémon are not immune, and take more damage from this status effect.

Rot Type

A type born of those infected by Scarlet Rot. It is said to originate from the pokémon Valkyrot, however there's ancient evidence of an unknown pokémon from beyond the stars that could be responsible for such a nasty disease.

Strong against - Star, Normal, Water, Dragon, and Grass

Weak to - Star, Death, Blood, Light, and Rot

No effect against - Ghost

#Elden Ring #Pokémon #malenia blade of miquella #miquella the unalloyed #Malenia #Miquella #scarlet rot #Elden Ring Pokemon crossover #some new types there as you can see 👀#edit: updated info on the scarlet rot status effect and what the rot tyoe is weak to #pokemon #elden ring pokémon crossover

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gregersendawson94 · 2 months

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Dive into Expert Pool Repair Tips: Making a Splash with a Pristine Pool!

Are you ready to make a splash? Dive into expert pool repair tips and get ready to transform your pool into a pristine paradise! When it comes to pool maintenance, keeping your pool equipment in top shape is crucial. From pool filter repair and cleaning to pool heater and pump repair, we’ve got you covered. Let us guide you through the essential steps to ensure your pool remains crystal clear and inviting all year round. Whether you prefer tackling the repairs yourself or seeking the assistance of professional pool cleaning services, we have the advice you need to make a splash with confidence! So, let’s dive right in and discover the secrets to maintaining a sparkling pool.

1. Essential Pool Filter Repair Tips

Regular maintenance and repair of your pool filter is essential for keeping your pool water clean and clear. In this section, we will explore some key tips to help you effectively repair your pool filter.

Clean or Replace the Filter Media: Over time, the filter media in your pool filter can become dirty or clogged, hindering its ability to effectively filter the water. Depending on the type of filter, you may need to clean or replace the filter media regularly. Follow the manufacturer's instructions for proper maintenance.

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2. Pool Equipment Repair: Ensuring Smooth Pool Operation

3. Proper Maintenance of Pool Cleaning Services for a Pristine Pool

Remember, this is section 1 of a 3-section article.

2. Efficient Pool Equipment Repair

When it comes to maintaining a pristine pool, ensuring that your pool equipment is in good working condition is essential. From pool filters to heaters and pumps, each component plays a crucial role in keeping your pool clean and functional. In this section, we will discuss some efficient pool equipment repair tips for common issues that may arise.

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#Pool Rescuers

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thorntonnguyen70 · 2 months

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Dive into Expert Pool Repair Tips: Making a Splash with a Pristine Pool!

1. Essential Pool Filter Repair Tips

Check for Leaks: One common issue with pool filters is leaks. To identify any leaks, carefully inspect the filter housing and connections. Look for any signs of water dripping or pooling around the filter. If https://www.globenewswire.com/news-release/2024/03/04/2839205/0/en/Pool-Rescuers-Unveils-Its-Comprehensive-Range-of-Pool-Care-Services.html spot a leak, you may need to replace a damaged seal or tighten loose connections.

Clear Debris and Obstructions: Pool filters can get clogged with debris like leaves, twigs, and bugs. It's important to regularly remove any visible debris from the filter to prevent it from causing further damage. Additionally, check for any obstructions in the filter system, such as blocked intake or return pipes, and clear them as needed.

2. Pool Equipment Repair: Ensuring Smooth Pool Operation

3. Proper Maintenance of Pool Cleaning Services for a Pristine Pool

Remember, this is section 1 of a 3-section article.

2. Efficient Pool Equipment Repair

3. Effective Pool Cleaning Services

#Pool Rescuers #Pool equipment repair #Monthly pool cleaning #Pool filter cleaning

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rohdedouglas40 · 2 months

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Dive into Expert Pool Repair Tips: Making a Splash with a Pristine Pool!

1. Essential Pool Filter Repair Tips

2. Pool Equipment Repair: Ensuring Smooth Pool Operation

3. Proper Maintenance of Pool Cleaning Services for a Pristine Pool

Remember, this is section 1 of a 3-section article.

2. Efficient Pool Equipment Repair

Pool Filter Repair: A well-functioning pool filter is vital for keeping your pool water crystal clear. If you notice a decrease in the filter's efficiency or it stops working altogether, the first step is to turn off the pool pump. Next, disassemble https://apnews.com/press-release/kisspr/arizona-be9fbf1a5dc4920c9efc7dc853a3f7ad and inspect the cartridge or filter media for any signs of damage or clogging. Clean or replace the filter as needed and ensure a proper reassembly before turning the pump back on. Regular maintenance and cleaning of the filter will help prolong its lifespan.

3. Effective Pool Cleaning Services

#Pool Rescuers #Pool equipment repair #Monthly pool cleaning #Pool filter cleaning

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cervanteshauge19 · 2 months

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Dive into Expert Pool Repair Tips: Making a Splash with a Pristine Pool!

1. Essential Pool Filter Repair Tips

2. Pool Equipment Repair: Ensuring Smooth Pool Operation

3. Proper Maintenance of Pool Cleaning Services for a Pristine Pool

Remember, this is section 1 of a 3-section article.

2. Efficient Pool Equipment Repair

Pool Filter Repair: A well-functioning pool filter is vital for keeping your pool water crystal clear. If you notice a decrease in the filter's efficiency or it stops working altogether, the first step is to turn off the pool pump. Next, disassemble the filter and inspect the cartridge or filter media for any signs of damage or clogging. Pool filter cleaning or replace the filter as needed and ensure a proper reassembly before turning the pump back on. Regular maintenance and cleaning of the filter will help prolong its lifespan.

3. Effective Pool Cleaning Services

#Pool Rescuers #Pool equipment repair #Monthly pool cleaning #Pool filter cleaning

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macleodworkman46 · 2 months

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Dive into Expert Pool Repair Tips: Making a Splash with a Pristine Pool!

1. Essential Pool Filter Repair Tips

Clear Debris and Obstructions: Pool filters can get clogged with debris like leaves, twigs, and bugs. https://apnews.com/press-release/kisspr/arizona-be9fbf1a5dc4920c9efc7dc853a3f7ad to regularly remove any visible debris from the filter to prevent it from causing further damage. Additionally, check for any obstructions in the filter system, such as blocked intake or return pipes, and clear them as needed.

2. Pool Equipment Repair: Ensuring Smooth Pool Operation

3. Proper Maintenance of Pool Cleaning Services for a Pristine Pool

Remember, this is section 1 of a 3-section article.

2. Efficient Pool Equipment Repair

Pool Filter Repair: A well-functioning pool filter is vital for keeping your pool water crystal clear. If you notice a decrease in the filter's efficiency or it stops working altogether, the first step is to turn off the pool pump. Next, disassemble the filter and inspect the cartridge or filter media for any signs of damage or clogging. Clean or replace the filter as needed and ensure a proper reassembly before turning the pump back on. Pool filter repair and cleaning of the filter will help prolong its lifespan.

3. Effective Pool Cleaning Services

#Pool Rescuers #Pool equipment repair #Monthly pool cleaning #Pool filter cleaning

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unravelingwires · 4 months

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[My Name]

I’m in love with all the stars in the sky, the constellations I’ve never managed to memorize.

It’s weird how little I relate to my high school self.

I’m in love with the worms I save when walking along the sidewalk, the bugs I move to the side when gardening.

I mean, I relate to my childhood self, endlessly curious and anxious about nothing important. I relate to my elementary school self, lonely without noticing it. I relate to my middle school self, embarrassing and earnest but too young to be kind. My high school self, though… I love her, but she’s not me.

I’m in love with the rain, the perfectly warm showers that leave you soaked and smiling, the light mists that evaporate away the moment you return inside, the crashing thunderstorms that are too dangerous to wander in.

My high school self was so stressed all the time. She was productive in a way I’ve never been before or since, but it wasn’t just the volume of work she dealt with. She was so convinced of the world’s ill fate even as she tried to be an optimist. She was convinced it was her job to fix the world, to fix other people, to fix herself. I’ve never had a tolerance for imperfection, and the world is full of it.

I’m in love with dappled sunlight, dead leaves on concrete, the way twigs snap when bikes ride over them.

High school was not the most difficult time in my life. Depending on how you measure difficulty, that was either the second year of the pandemic or the year after, where I had to climb out of my own head. My high school self was so fragile, though, in a way that I don’t think I am. I’ve cried more in the past two years than I might have in the rest of my life combined. That, weirdly, makes me feel more grounded to something real.

I’m in love with old piano keys and dirty laptop keyboards; colored pens and journals; books, whether they be on libby or downloaded pdfs or real, physical copies.

The funniest thing is I don’t think my outer bearing has changed that much. Maybe I’m wrong, but I imagine my family and friends see me as basically the same, hopefully more truthful than I was before instead of simply being honest. I just feel different. Annie Dillard said, and John Green quoted, “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” Well, the broad strokes of who I am hasn’t changed much, but how I spend my days is radically different from how she spent hers.

I’m in love with whimsy, in all its forms: pipette earrings, jars filled with origami stars, needle-felted flowers with the colors of discord users, sticky notes filled with quotes, fairy tales found by roving a library for an hour.

My high school self is a mask I use occasionally during reunions. It’s funny, becoming that person again. I haven’t been openly confident since I came to college, too aware of my own privilege and faults, too exhausted by a year indoors. I haven’t been sharp either, nor so sure about the way my world worked. My high school self didn’t think she understood the world, but she did assume that most communities worked on a fundamental level like hers. This assumption becomes amusing with the realization that her community didn’t include anyone who’d failed a class before.

I’m in love with science and those who create it: sea urchin skeletons, research papers, functioning code, a well-organized lab, a cold room always covered in a thin coat of salt water.

I really do love that girl, though. I think it’s easy to be harsh on your younger self, and I don’t have much tolerance for my middle school self or the elementary one that pokes her head in sometimes. My high school self was so much all the time. She was so confident in a way that should have led to untouchability but didn’t. She was so determined to care about everything– everyone– even when it hurt, even when it only hurt, even when it was exhausting and changed nothing.

I’m in love with the people who got me here, with old stone temples and pillow-covered swings.

If you asked my high school self whether she’d want to be productive, honest, confident, always on top of the news, always on top of her schoolwork, or to be me, I don’t know if she’d choose to be me. I really hate the way I left her behind. I barely even noticed myself changing until I’d already done it. She got written out of existence so I could enjoy the world. Even if she is me, I think someone should mourn her, that brilliant, terrified girl.

I’m in love with the people I carve out time to see and the people I don’t: the people who I left on purpose, the people I left through circumstance, and the people I never left.

I never really understood writing letters to your past self, but I do now. I wish I could go back and tell her the world may not get better, but we’ll get better at handling it. I wish I could tell her that our life won’t get better, but it’ll get more authentic, and where we’ll end up will be better than where we started. I wish I could tell her that things are going to change and rapidly, that I’m only 20 but I’ve fallen in love so many times and it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world.

I’m in love with the people I did not and would not choose but who are a part of my life anyways, flawed and breathtaking in parts.

I can’t do that, though, can’t rewrite the past or go back in time. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I can’t fault myself for changing, and I wouldn’t alter the path I took. I like the person I am now. It took a while to like myself again, but I’ve learned to be kind, to judge people at least somewhat, to dress like a goddamn adult.

I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you. I love you. I love you; I love you– I love you, I love you I love you I love you I love you

I’ve never had much of a tolerance for retrospection, and I’ve done an inordinate amount of it this year. CGP Grey has a video on yearly themes, and I’ve been thinking about mine. I think, this next year, I want to start looking forward again. It’s not planning, not attempting some form of clairvoyance, just… looking ahead at what I want. I may bite my words in three months, but I think I’m bored of maintenance. It’s time to build something new.

I love you.

#The prompt was my name #I really wanted this to be published on New Years but the timeline didn't work out #a couple weeks late is. Fine I guess #also you can find my name somewhere on this blog but I like the fact that you kind of have to look for it #anonymity by assuming other's laziness #this snippet is kind of based on that old discovery channel ad #student life #productivity #growing up #self love #self improvement #my writing #creative writing #library of babel #unedited

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ahamad16 · 1 year

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How to Take Care of an Inground Swimming Pool

Having an inground swimming pool is a great way to relax, entertain, and stay active during the hot summer months. However, owning a pool also comes with the responsibility of regular maintenance. Neglecting to properly care for your pool can lead to dirty and unsafe swimming conditions, expensive repairs, and potentially harmful health risks. In this article, we will discuss the necessary steps to take care of your inground swimming pool.

Before diving into the specifics of pool maintenance, it is important to understand why taking care of your pool is so important. A poorly maintained pool can harbor harmful bacteria and algae, making it unsafe for swimming. Additionally, neglecting regular maintenance can lead to costly repairs and decreased lifespan of your pool.

II. Daily Maintenance

Skimming the pool’s surface - Using a pool skimmer, remove any debris such as leaves, bugs, and twigs from the surface of the pool.

Vacuuming the pool - Using a pool vacuum, clean the bottom and sides of the pool to remove any dirt and debris that may have sunk to the bottom.

Brushing the walls and tiles - Use a pool brush to scrub the walls and tiles of the pool to remove any algae or buildup that may be present.

Checking and adjusting the pool’s chemicals - Regularly test the pool’s water to ensure proper pH, chlorine, and alkalinity levels. Adjust these levels as necessary to maintain a safe and clean swimming environment.

Cleaning the pool’s filter - A dirty or clogged pool filter can reduce the effectiveness of your pool’s circulation system. Clean the filter regularly to keep it in proper working order.

III. Weekly Maintenance

Shocking the pool - A process known as “shocking” involves adding a high dose of chlorine to the pool to kill any harmful bacteria or algae. This should be done weekly or as needed.

Brushing the pool’s steps, ladders, and corners - Areas of the pool that are often overlooked during daily maintenance should be brushed weekly to prevent buildup of algae and other contaminants.

Checking and adjusting the pool’s pH and alkalinity levels - Regular testing and adjustments of pH and alkalinity levels is crucial for maintaining a safe and clean swimming environment.

Cleaning the pool’s skimmer and pump baskets - Skimmer and pump baskets should be checked and cleaned weekly to ensure proper filtration and circulation of the pool’s water.

IV. Monthly Maintenance

Checking the pool’s calcium hardness - Calcium hardness refers to the level of dissolved calcium in the pool’s water. This should be checked monthly and adjusted as necessary.

Inspecting the pool’s equipment and making any necessary repairs - Regularly inspect the pool’s equipment such as the pump, filter, and heater. Make any necessary repairs or replacements to keep the pool functioning properly.

Brushing and vacuuming any areas of algae growth - If any areas of algae growth are present, they should be brushed and vacuumed to prevent further spread.

Checking the pool’s water level - The pool’s water level should be checked monthly and adjusted as necessary.

V. Seasonal Maintenance

Closing the pool for the winter - In colder climates, it is necessary to properly close the pool for the winter to prevent damage from freezing temperatures.

Opening the pool for the summer - When summer arrives, the pool must be opened properly to ensure a safe and clean swimming environment.

Winterizing the pool’s equipment - If closing the pool for the winter, the equipment should be properly winterized to prevent damage from freezing temperatures.

Preparing the pool for the summer - Prior to opening the pool for the summer, it should be cleaned and inspected for any necessary repairs.

VI. Conclusion

Maintaining an inground swimming pool may seem like a daunting task, but with regular upkeep and attention, it can be a rewarding and enjoyable addition. It covers everything from testing water chemistry to cleaning the pool deck, making it a comprehensive resource for those looking to ensure their pool is in top condition.

Read more : Before You Renovate Your Gunite Pool: How to Prepare Your Pool Area

#Winterizing the pool’s equipment #Take Care of an Inground Swimming Pool #pool’s water level #Skimming the pool’s surface

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wintbm · 2 years

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Automatic pool cover

#Automatic pool cover manual

Warn children that the pool cover is not a place to play. However, you should never use it for recreational play in any way. The strength of automatic pool covers these days are extremely durable, easily supporting 2 adults and a child at one time. That way, you can keep the key to ensure control when the cover is on or off the pool. With children at home, a smart move is to choose a cover model that offers an on/off function that works only with a key. Fewer cleanings save you the time and effort as well. That also benefits you because each cleaning causes some wear on the filter’s material so less cleanings means a longer product lifespan. You will also extend the time between filter cleanings. Since there will be less dirt overall for your filter media to trap, the filter operates more efficiently. For example, if you typically run the pump eight hours, it may suffice to run it only four to six hours-saving both energy and wear on your pump.Īutomatic pool covers also helps extend the lifespan of your filter. You can run your pool pump-which powers water through the filter-much less each day. It also means less time for filtration cycles. You will cut the time running your automatic pool cleaner and the physical effort using a pool net to scoop out debris.

#Automatic pool cover manual

This results in less time and effort needed for both manual and automated cleaning. Imagine, if your pool is open for only two hours a day that’s a fraction of the time that dirt, debris, pollen, leaves, twigs, bugs, grass clippings, and a host of other contaminants can find their way into the water. The more often your pool remains covered, the less dirt you’ll have to deal with overall. An automatic pool cover ensures you have a cleaner swimming environment to enjoy. No one likes looking at dirty pool water or the hassle of cleaning their pool.

#Automatic pool cover

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masterwords · 2 years

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Turn Around

Summary: An ode to Hotch & Jessica's friendship.

Warnings: grief

Pairings: None

Words: 1.5k

Notes: This is for Comfortember 2021 Day 11 - Warmth. (lyrics from Janis Joplin "Bobby McGee")

Find the rest here: Comfortember 2021

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', it ain't nothin' honey, if it ain't free And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues You know feelin' good was good enough for me

He's only sixteen. She's seventeen. It's a lifetime if you ask her, it's just a few months if you ask him. Haley says they're both wrong because it doesn't matter but it's a point of contention for their entire lives. Five months, he points out. You were still in diapers when I was born. Five months isn't that much but it's the difference between a grade when you're in school, her a summer birthday and him an autumn.

It's the difference in their personalities. She's made of warmth and open air, the moment you realize the thaw has come and you throw open all of your windows. He is the first frost and the moment you know it's time to pull out a sweater. She is lightning bugs on warm summer nights and he is the crunch of sweet decaying leaves under foot. Haley is everything in between, she is the crystalline chill of the first snow and she is the first buds on the magnolia tree, she is cloud watching and pumpkin patches, she is everything that ties them together.

Her bike used to be pink but now it's chipped and mostly just a steely gray, covered in paint splatter from art projects in the garage and mud and stickers that are more ripped up and papery than real pictures anymore. There are chipped Janis Joplin lyrics scrawled in permanent marker on the dirty white leather seat. Her name is etched into the metal. Her bike is old, it has been loved, she named it Freedom and he laughed at her. As if she had anything to need freedom from.

“What are you running from?” he asks, an air of superiority lacing his words as they lay amid the tall, dry grass in the middle of September. It's hot, humid, sweat is heavy on their skin...they're still in school clothes, he in his sweatpants and t-shirt from football practice and she in denim overalls covered in clay from her pottery class. They meet here and wait for Haley to catch up. She laughs at him.

“Who says I'm running from something?” He's never thought of it that way, before. He's always been running from something, there isn't anything he's ever thought to run to. Just away, get away. But Jessica, of course she wouldn't see it that way. She gives him a moment, waits on a reply, and when it doesn't come she slides her arm through the tangles of crushed, brittle grass and hooks his hand with hers. “We need to find you something to run toward.”

For her, it's as simple as that. Always has been. She doesn't play around with metaphors and similes, she doesn't care for poetry or pretty words for ugly things. She likes things to be simple, clear cut, the world is shitty enough without having to decode people's bullshit too. That's why she likes Aaron...he's simple. He's brilliant and magnificent, he's a wildfire just waiting for a spark but he's so simple, he always says what he means if he even says anything at all. He's quiet and she covets quiet. He just wants to be loved and left alone. Haley is good at one but not the other, and for some reason he's willing to put up with it anyway but she's the only one who can get away with it. The only one who can put him in her spotlight, lavish him with attention and not have him run away. She's attached herself to him, hangs on his arm in the hallway and Jessica can see the way he tries to disappear beside her, hoping all attention might be on Haley and her radiance, eyes dragging over him like he's not even there. She is distracting, she is beautiful, she is a diversion.

When she sits up, there are twigs and a few ants in her hair and she barely registers it. Aaron watches her, still lying in the grass, his body feels too heavy to move. The difference between running from and running to are still swirling in his mind and he feels faint. She can tell, so she scoots until she is beside him, presses the palm of her hand flat against his breastbone and feels the thunder of his heart in its cage. She doesn't say anything else.

Seattle is 2767 miles from where he stands beside his car, Haley already in the passenger seat peering at the map of the United States with its winding highway system they'll be following, stops marked along the way. Jessica watches the way he checks everything over at least ten times, windshield wipers, tires, gas, open and closes the hood, checks that he's had the oil changed recently...he already knows all of these things, probably checked them off of a list weeks ago, the minute he accepted the job. But he's terrified of change, of leaving, and Jessica grabs him by the hand and stares up into his eyes, locks him there in place.

“Are you running from this place or are you running to Seattle?” she asks, and he smiles, remembers pulling blades of grass from her matted hair under the golden September sun. It was so many years ago, but it feels like yesterday, her hand on his chest as he considered the way his future had suddenly opened up into this massive explosion of potential...the simple fact that, until that point, he hadn't even had one completely lost. He whispers “to” and nods. That's all he needed, the final push.

“Then go, you idiot. And don't look back.”

She visits them, considers moving there herself after enough hours wandering through the rain slicked streets, smelling the briny air full of seawater and coffee. The traffic flows different there, people don't yell as much out west as they do east, these are people like Aaron. They seethe quietly, flip each other off but only within the confines of their own person, there are no fights in the streets. Grocery stores are quiet, you can actually hear the adult contemporary slow jams pumping through the speakers. Elton John will sing you through the cereal aisle and Celine Dion will pick you up and carry you through produce. It feels like a different planet.

Applying for tech jobs in Seattle is easy, her cup overfloweth. She's doing interviews by phone and Haley is over the moon thinking about her sister moving to be with them, but then David Rossi appears in their lives. He's at dinner one night, leaving business cards and coursework, a straight shot path from the FBI Seattle Field Office to the BAU in Virginia. Haley doesn't want to move back, as much as she misses her family, but Aaron says this is where he wants to be. He's running to the BAU, an Haley follows. It was his dream, from the moment he accepted a job with the FBI he had a plan and she loved him and his pie in the sky dreams.

“We can start a family,” she says as they pack their things, give all of their furniture to a local thrift store. They're not taking much, this life is done and Aaron is a completionist – he wants a fresh start in Virginia. But Virginia never loved them, she could be so unkind. Things fall apart quickly and there is no escaping it...one thing after another, and both of them reminisce about Seattle as their lives go up in flames, about the safety of those 2767 miles and the Puget Sound and all of those beautiful, deadly mountain passes that held them quietly in their grasp.

Virginia only took from them. Now Jessica is sitting with him on cold, emerald grass beside Haley's headstone and she's wondering whether all of their running did any good at all. They just ended up in the same place, side by side but it's cold now. That late summer warmth no longer in their bones, now they huddle together and share what they have.

“What are you running from?” he asks her, eyes focused on Haley's name. He remembers Jessica telling him not to look back, and he understands why now. She slips her hand inside of his, shoves both of their hands inside of the deep pocket of his pea coat and relishes the temporary warmth.

“I've never run from anything in my life,” she says, squeezing his hand tight. “No time. I'm too busy chasing you.” He nods. He knows. She's joking, at least a little, but there is some part of her that isn't. Some part that is being honest...she's always been behind him, watching the path ahead from her vantage point, picking up the pieces that fall behind. Collecting keepsakes. He squeezes her hand and feels the hot sting of tears in his eyes.

“I can't keep it up. I'm too tired,” he whispers, and the tears drip from the end of his nose, fall to the ground, salt and earth. He's not even sure what he's saying, what he's not saying. He doesn't feel good, he hasn't in a long time, the ambition that once ruled him has dissipated and in its wake has left him routed. “I need to rest.”

“Good,” she agrees, bumping his arm with her shoulder. “I'm tired too.”

#aaron hotchner #jessica brooks #criminal minds #fanfiction #comfortember 2021 #hotch and jess bffs forever

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salemorbit · 3 years

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Chaotic Hijinks - headcanons

[Link x genderneutral!Reader]

warnings: none!

Requested by: @manaminamoto01

thank you so much for the request, i hope you like it!!

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in which Link and reader find solace in each other's similar personalities, but Zelda.....not so much

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Chaotic Link is my favorite version of Link, I'm going to be totally honest

You met Link about halfway through his journey to free Zelda from her battle with Ganon

You first saw him on the side of the road, covered head to toe in twigs, leaves, and mud, scouting out a nearby Bokoblin camp

You watched from afar as he snuck through the brush and preyed upon the seared steak that hung over the fire

Link was quick and barbaric with his movements, brandishing a crude woden spear and attacking the Bokoblins by surprise, stabbing away at them as he tried to grab the meat

You insantly knew that he would be your best friend

The two of you were like peas in a pod, always figuring out some way to make the journey through Hyrule a little more fun by doing probably the stupidest shit imaginable

For instance, you once bet Link 15 rupees that he couldn't beat a Silver Lynel in under five minutes

With no hesitation, that man dragged you to the nearest Silver Lynel and bested it in three minutes flat

15 rupees isn't even a lot??? He was mainly doing it to spite you

Link never really had any regard for rules since basically the entirety of Hyrule was destroyed by Ganon. So, what even are rules anymore?

You often liked to catch whatever bug you could find and dare Link to eat it just to see what would happen, and this guy would just do it every time

Your favorite place was Death Mountain and hanging out with the Gorons since they also loved to do stupid shit

Pure adrenaline got both you and Link through the Gut-Check Challenge, and it was all just for fun like you guys didn't even want the shrine afterwards

Don't even get me started on the prime rock roasts i-

You two would also frequently activate Guardians just so they would chase you through Hyrule Field, shooting lasers every which way as you evaded them like it was a game

Everything for you and Link was just an adrenaline rush like pure dopamine

You and Link also have no idea how to cook, so a typical dinner would just consist of throwing random mushrooms and other ingredients you salvaged from your packs together to make....something slightly edible

Link also was a whiz when it came to the puzzles inside of the Divine Beasts, and you never had to wait long until he was done conquering one and you were moving to the next territory

Once you both freed Zelda from her battle with Ganon, you and Link didn't really change all too much

Zelda's assumption as to what Link would be like 100 years later was....a bit off

She remembered him as this gallant knight that rarely spoke a word and would risk his life for the better cause

Well...she got the risking his life part right

Zelda often felt like she was babysitting you two as you traipsed through Hyrule, constantly covering her face with her hands as you would race each other recklessly through swamps or threw bombs at Bokoblins for fun

You and Link would typically climb the highest point in the vicinity and then throw yourselves off of it, opening your paraglider at the very last second and giving Zelda heart attacks as she tried to stop you

Zelda loved to get her hands dirty usually, but she had limits

You two did not

One time you, Link, and Zelda were just traveling calmly through Akkala, going to visit Robbie in his research lab, when you passed by the Hinox that typically slept in the grove of trees near the Citadel

Zelda was leading the troupe and keeping to herself while you and Link rode side by side, being unusually quiet for most of the trip

For a few moments as you passed the Hinox, Zelda swore she heard whispering behind her, and then there was silence

Her Zelda-senses were tingling, and she quickly turned around to see that both your and Link's horses were a few meters behind without either of you atop them

Zelda leapt off her horse and looked around, freaked out that maybe the Yiga Clan had taken you or something had evaporated you or anything dangerous

Then her eyes landed on the two of you hiding behind some trees near the Hinox, waving your hands in some kind of gestures to each other

She would've yelled if she wasn't afraid of waking up the Hinox, but that happened anyway as both you and Link ran up to the Hinox yelling loud sounds and climbing on top of it

Zelda watched in horror as you two got a thrill out of waking up the Hinox and chasing it around the clearing, quickly making it dizzy and having it fall down with a crash

You and Link prodded at it with your swords playfully, mocking it and making it upset as it struggled to get up

Zelda braved her own fear and dashed over to you two, grabbing you both by your pointed Hylian ears and dragging you away from the Hinox as fast as she could

Needless to say, she reprimanded the both of you like children for that

"How are we supposed to save Hyrule," Zelda yelled at the top of her royal lungs, "if you two die before we can even get started? How did you even get past Ganon?!"

You and Link shared a look and shrugged, looking at her innocently

"We were bored," you said. "The Beasts were taking too long so we just went for it. Pretty lucky, too, right?"

You and Link were laughing, but Zelda just sighed and turned away to her horse, grumbling to herself

You and Link never let up after that, continuously spicing up every day with whatever came to mind

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y'all seem like such fun HAHA

hope you liked it!! thank you so much for the request again <33

requests are welcome :)

#breath of the wild #legend of zelda #botw headcanons #botw #botw fanfic #botw!link x genderneutral!reader #x genderneutral!reader #x reader #link x reader #link #botw link #botw loz #loz botw #botw fic #loz headcanons #request #manaminamoto01 #loz fanfic #loz fic

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galraluver · 3 years

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some headcanons from their childhood (Ulaz, Thace)

Kid Thace and Ulaz would be so cute 💖💖💖 I'd be happy to 😄

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~ Thace ~

~ Thace was born and grew up in a Galra colony on an Empire owned planet

~ He happily lived there with his mother and younger sister, but unfortunately after Krolia, his younger sister, was born their father died in a freak accident

~ As a baby, Thace had super fluffy fur and his mother had a hard time keeping it smooth

~ When he was little Thace tended to wander off away from his home, so his mother always had to keep an eye on him

~ Thace was a fairly active child, but he was always responsible (for the most part)

~ He was also somewhat careless sometimes and got into trouble sometimes

~ When he was young his mom never let him have anything sweet because he would get hyper

~ Thace always allowed Krolia to go with him and Ulaz, his best friend, on adventures

~ He would almost always come home with dirt, twigs and leaves in the fur that covered his ears

~ He hated taking baths, so his mom would always have to carry him to the bathroom and force him into the tub

~ Sometimes Thace would sneak snacks out of the kitchen and eat them while sitting in his favorite tree

~ One time when he was seven, Thace fell out of his favorite tree and broke his left arm; needless to say his mother was not happy

~ Thace and Ulaz were the bestest of best friends and were always there for each other no matter what

~ Thace would sometimes bring bugs and/or small animals home as 'pets'

~ Thace would also do various crafts as a past time when he was bored

~ As he got a little older (about ten) Thace realized that what the Empire was doing was wrong, but he never actually said anything about it

~ Ulaz ~

~ Ulaz lived with his parents in a cottage right next to the one Thace lived in

~ Ulaz was an only child, so he was always spoiled

~ His father was the colonies' head doctor while his mother helped him while also taking care of Ulaz

~ Ulaz was a quiet, well behaved baby who was also pretty fluffy

~ When he was a toddler Ulaz was very shy and didn't like going out much

~ Since Ulaz is albino he's always had to be careful not to stay in the sun too long

~ As a child, Ulaz was fairly quiet, shy and mostly kept to himself, but Thace helped him come out of his shell

~ Ulaz is a few years younger than Thace, but they became best friends when they were young

~ He, Thace and Krolia would go out on adventures almost every day

~ Unlike Thace, Ulaz was never careless and he somehow never got very dirty

~ Ulaz almost never got hyper when he was given sweets

~ However, one day when he was about nine deca-phoebs old Ulaz got into his father's booze out of pure curiosity and got a little drunk; needless to say he never did it again (nor has he ever drank anything like it since that day)

~ From a young age Ulaz always wanted to know if there were other species on other planets

~ He would go outside at night and look up at the stars and wonder if he would ever get to meet any aliens

~ Occasionally he would collect the bones of dead animals as a hobby

~ Sometimes he would bring injured small animals home where his father taught him how to nurse them back to health

~ Sometimes Ulaz would visit the elderly in the colony so that they weren't too lonely

~ By the time he was ten years old Ulaz because his father's apprentice so that he could begin learning how to become a doctor

#Ulaz #VLD Ulaz #Kid!Ulaz #Thace #VLD Thace #Kid!Thace #Galra #Galra Kits

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nvarchive · 3 years

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SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 & 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓 suburban july. scraped knees. bruised knuckles. blood in your teeth. bare feet on hot concrete. restlessness. your high school’s empty parking lot. love poems in your diary. a window open to coax in the breeze. burning inside. an ill - fitting party dress. a t - shirt you cut up yourself. the time you tried to give yourself bangs. biking to your friends house. bubble gum. gas station ice. the feeling that you’ve met before. rebellion. a car radio playing down the street. cheap fireworks. a heart drawn on the inside of your wrist with a sharpie. switchblades. red solo cups. dancing in your bedroom. screaming yourself hoarse. running out of options. the forlorn looking basketball hoop at the end of a cul - de - sac. climbing onto your roof at night while your parents are asleep. flip - flops. a eulogy written of loose - leaf. the merciless noontime sun.

𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐓 speaking in a whisper. holding your breath. a browning garden. a half remembered story. furniture covered with sheets. fog at dawn, mist at twilight. losing touch. the ethereal space between winter and spring. the soft skin at your temple. the crack in the hallway mirror. things you’d say if you knew the words. uncombed hair. books with writing in the margins. books with cracked spines. books with lines scratched out. prayers on all souls’ day. a chipped ceramic bathtub. a cold stone floor. the uncomfortable awareness of your own heartbeat. the sparrow that got in your house. shadows. the creek you played in as a child. a dirty night gown. an oversized t - shirt. a collection of your favorite words. soil beneath your nails. ghost stories. the strangeness of your own name in your mouth. deep silence. exhaustion. a cliff with a long, long drop down.

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 wicker deck furniture. new england summer. large sunglasses and a blonde bob. a storm over the ocean. patio umbrellas flapping in the wind. the smell of chlorine. muffled laughter. sarcasm. starched cuffs. day drinking. bay windows. the idea of love. love for the idea of love. love for love’s sake. hangovers. wandering over the sand dunes. a vagabond with a guitar. fishermen with tattoos. a pretty boy with a slacked tie. a lighthouse. growing too close. boat shoes. feeling yourself change. big, floppy sunhats. double - speak. a song you keep listening to. turning red under their gaze. margaritas drank on an inflatable pool lounger. string lights on a balmy night. . sleepy june days. fights you’re unprepared for. hope you weren’t expecting. pranks that go too far. bad poetry. pining. becoming less of a stranger.

𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 the space where your grief used to be. a bird that’s lost an eye. old blood stains. heavy blinds. the smell of sweat. the stillness after a battle. a fake smile. a curse. the taste of metal at the back of your tongue. your house, unfamiliar in the dark. a dusty crib. the smell of sulfur. an orange pill bottle. streaks in the sink. a black cocktail dress. your hand on the doorknob, shaking. a chilly breeze.crunching from the gravel driveway on a moonless night. clenched hands. a rusty swing set. a flashing digital clock stuck on 12 : 00. a snake that crosses your path. an owl that watches you. a dog that runs when you approach. red smoke, dark clouds. cool steel. tile floors. footsteps in the hallway late at night. a baggy suit that used to fit before. visions. insomnia headaches. nursery rhymes. being too far in to go back now.

𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 the high drama of small towns. a pickup truck. military supply duffel bags in the hall. hugs all around. tulip bulbs. a wraparound porch. a pitcher of iced tea. a rubber halloween mask. someone on your level. ill - timed proclamations. stomach clenching laughter. rushing in. not minding your business. crepe paper. white lies. secrets written down and thrown away. southern hospitality. homemade curtains in the kitchen. a sink full of roses. hiding in the bushes. old friends. the wedding dress your grandma wore, and her mama before her. a dog - eared rhyming dictionary. chamomile with honey. the intimacy of big parties. lawn flamingos. gossip. a crowded church. friendly rivalries. unfriendly rivalries. shit getting real. love at five hundredth sight. not realizing you’re home until you’re there.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 cement block buildings. power lines that birds never perch on. the end of the world. useless words. rainless thunder, heat lighting, a too big sky. arthritic knuckles. broken glass. chalk cliffs. the pulsing red - black behind closed eyes. something you learned too late. wet mud that sucks up your shoes while you walk. a cold stare. empty picture frames. empty prayers. the obscenity of seeing your parents cry. a treeless landscape. bloody rags. grappling in the dark with reaching hands. the sharpness at the the tips of your teeth. the blown out windows of a skeletal house. decay. jokes that aren’t jokes. biting your tongue. prophecies. aching muscles, tired feet. stinging rain. invoking the gods. wondering if the gods are listening. worrying that the gods are dead. white noise. shivers. numbness. the unequivocal feeling of ending.

𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 the smell of wet soil and dead leaves. listening to music on headphones with your eyes closed. wildflowers. the distant sparkle of lightning bugs. a pill someone slipped you. fear that turns into excitement. excitement that turns to frenzy. mossy tree trunks. a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. night swimming. moonlight through the leaves. a bass beat in your chest. a butterfly landing on your nose. a kiss from a stranger. a dark hallow in an old tree. glow in the dark paint. drinking on an empty stomach. a twig breaking behind you. spinning until you’re dizzy. finding glitter on your body and not remembering where it came from. an overgrown path through the woods. cool dew on your skin. a dream that fades with waking. moths drawn to the light. giving yourself over, completely. afterglow. the long, loving, velvety night.

TAGGING: you!

#𝒊. aes — she wears a smile like a loaded gun.#𝒊. about — fact sheet.

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msotherworldly · 3 years

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The Black Rain: Chapter One

In my previous posts, I mentioned my series in progress, The Children of Pandora, and how it was technically a multi-protagonist project. While Eradica is the main protagonist of the books, Insula and Rowan also have their own occasional books. The chapter below is the first in Rowan’s story - like The Blue Door, it’s still in need of editing.

If this whole multi-protagonist business sounds confusing, check out my earlier posts. You’ll be introduced to the characters, their stories, and my comparison to Narnia on how this functions.

CHAPTER ONE: THE POSTCARD

The afternoons when I could be alone were the best, because they were also a relief. Outside, clambering over the rusty playground and dodging around the scattered beer cans, the children played. The place, with a few stunted shrubs for it’s fence, was filled with litter: there was a discarded tire, a few cardboard boxes, and some dirty clothes. The children used them as their toys, but I had my own toys to play with.

From the window, I could see the mountains. They partially blocked a watery sun, which already fought a swath of cloud. I didn’t know that day would seem bright, when compared with the ones to come. I didn’t know a lot of things, such as what Dad looked like.

I only knew his handwriting. I turned the postcard over. The writing was spidery and small, but I had looked it over at least once a day for the past three years. I flipped it over to the picture on the front: palm trees swayed in the wind, casting long blue shadows over the fancy cars and the newly paved roads. There were green hills, and a beach side resort with shirtless old men and grinning, skinny twenty year olds, most of them blonde. I had bought into a myth of my own making: if you stayed in the sun long enough, it turned blonde...but you had to live where it was hottest.

At eight, that myth seemed flimsy. I curled a strand of brown hair around my finger, which was also brown, but sort of gold.

The Palm Tree Place, where Dad lived, was like something from a dream. It was funny how it made me deeply happy and deeply sad at the same time.

“What are you doing up here?” a voice hissed. Ms. Brocklehurst ambled into the room. A Seagull Anthromorph, she was a confusion of frayed feathers and pinstripe clothes. Her skirt was bunched around her knees, and her jacket was too loose on her thin frame. Glasses slid down her sharp, dirty beak.

“I was just-”

“If you don’t get down, I’ll switch you good.” Ms. Brocklehurst’s beady eyes narrowed. “Actually, I think I will anyways. You’ve already disobeyed me, haven’t you?”

“Please, I was only-”

“Bend over.” Ms. Brocklehurst took a cane down from the wall. “Now.”

A lump formed in my throat. Hot tears spewed from my eyes. Mom always said I was a baby. What was the word she used? Ingrate? That’s what I am.

The pain thudded over my back, and I screamed. That was bad, but I couldn’t help it: it whistled through the air. It hit harder. It bit. I screamed louder. My eyes were glued to the floor. A piece of it peeled away.

Whoosh, whap, whoosh, whap. The sounds were so gentle, but they felt so hard. I tried not to count the hits. That always made me hope, and that made it worse somehow.

The next hit didn’t come. I remained bent over. Snot streamed from my nose. The floor was a blurry mess, like a painting.

I heard the cane being hung up. That was such a happy sound. I heard a stomp of taloned feet, squeezed between black shoes.

“Down, or I’ll give you another set.”

My back burned as I straightened myself. My whole body ached; my legs stung, and it was hard to move. I was stiff.

I shuffled past worn beds with identical gray coverlets. The walls were gray; everything was. It matched the cobwebs that hung in the corners. It matched the rickety stairs that had been brown, but were now rotting and bleached from too many days of sun exposure.

I stopped at the foot of the playground. I realized I was still holding the postcard. I shoved it into my pocket. I wore a pair of jeans that were always sliding down. My pink hoodie was baggier, or I was just too skinny.

I saw Emma Ruth skipping along a hopscotch she had made from snapped twigs. I wandered over to her, smiling.

“Hi, Emma.”

“Hi, freak.”

“Can I play?”

“Sure. Just don’t touch me. I don’t want to catch your freak bug.”

I hopped along behind her. I felt oddly cheerful. It was one day at a time, right? Also, nobody was hitting me. That was always a plus.

“Do you ever think about your parents?”

“Don’t talk to me.”

“Maybe they’ll come back for you. Or maybe a rich man will come here and adopt us all. And he’ll check back in to get any new children that come in. And then Brocklehurst will sell the place to him. He’d be a billionaire, and he would make his money selling children’s clothes. But he’d buy all our clothes for free!”

“You’re really stupid, aren’t you?” Emma hopped along behind me. We went in a circle. “That stuff only happens in storybooks.”

“My dad wrote to me right before I came here. It was his only letter, but he told me how palm trees grew. He talked about coconut milk and-”

Emma shoved me to the ground. My head hit the edge of the playground box, and pinpricks of light, golden and white, flashed across my eyes.

Emma looked big, though she was only a tiny girl in a dress, red and white and checkered like a picnic blanket. She crossed her arms, her blue eyes growing small. “Just leave me alone, freak.”

A mean picture came into my mind: Emma’s dress on fire, her face as she screamed. I brushed the picture away. How could I have a thought like that? How awful! It wasn’t Emma’s fault I was weird. What if I could give it to her? I guess I’d be afraid too. I didn’t want to hurt Emma. The meanness was gone, leaving behind cold.

And she’s sad too. We all are. We’re in the same boat.

A bell rang. Children rushed past me. I stood up. My butt was damp. I realized the grass was wet, glinting in the gray-gold light. It must have rained. I wiped my hands on my jeans; the palms were stained green.

I was sure I would have hated school, even if it was a nice one. Math just didn’t make sense, though the other children seemed to get it, and science was sort of creepy. I only really liked art and language.

Ms. Brocklehurst passed out our papers. We had been tasked with essays. As usual, mine was covered in red circles, red underlines, and red comments. These said things like, “Do you hate commas, or are you just dumb?” There was also, “My brother could write better than you, and he’s illiterate.”

The comments might have bothered me, but Emma Ruth’s paper looked like it was dripping with blood. I know it’s mean, but it’s kind of awesome, too.

We were asked to write short stories. This was the part I liked. I flew into another tale about a lost prince and the king who had sent him away because dragons were looking for him. He lived alone in a cottage, but he could see the castle from his window, surrounded by palm trees. The king drank coconuts for breakfast, ate pineapple for lunch, and dined on mangoes and watermelon in the evening.

Emma snickered. “You’re writing that story again?”

“I like it.”

“You don’t have much of an imagination, do you?”

I blushed. “It makes me happy. I wasn’t going to publish it or anything.”

“I hope not. Otherwise people will be vomiting everywhere because it’s so bad.”

“You’re just unhappy because your stories get picked on too.”

“Excuse me? You don’t know anything, freak.”

My face was on fire, and shame coated my stomach. “I didn’t mean...but I understand, Emma. I like your stories. I’m glad they have happy endings.”

“You’re mocking me.”

“No! My favourite was the one with the golden haired Elf. I’d run away with him in a heartbeat, though I probably would make us move somewhere warmer than in the story.”

Emma stood up. Her chair scraped over the floor. She raised her fists. “Keep talking.”

“Okay.” I didn’t understand sarcasm. “Um, I liked the one with the blue Dragon, too, and how it had green polka dots. I probably wouldn’t date him, but he was really cool.”

Emma’s fist connected with my lip. It felt dull, the pain spreading in a blanket through my whole jaw. I fell to the floor. The chair caught my elbow, and I yelped. I could still hear the wet thud in my head; the moment replayed itself through my spinning head. I pressed my cheek to the floor. It was cold, and felt good on my hot skin.

“What in the name of Genitrix-”

“She made fun of me!” As I rolled onto my back, Emma pointed to me. “She made fun of my story!”

Ms. Brocklehurst glared at me. She slapped a long ruler in her hand, before trotting forward. She stood over me. “Up! What are you, a dog?”

I scrabbled to my feet. I sank into my chair. I wanted to cry that it wasn’t fair, but what good did that do? I pressed my lips together, keeping the tears in.

“Put your hands out.”

She’s just doing her job. I spread my fingers out over the desk. Below them lied my sketch of the prince. He had brownish gold skin, brown hair, and eyes that were so dark they were almost black. His lips were full, his nose wide and hooked. He looked just like me, except that his hair was cut short, almost a buzz.

Mine hung down my back in a lank ponytail. The prince also has a shower everyday. He bathes on the beach, and waits for the king to collect him.

The ruler came down with a slam. It was louder than the cane, but less painful. Even as I teared up, I couldn’t help thinking how funny that was. My fingers wrinkled back, bending at the knuckles. She hit me three times. That was easy to count.

Addition is the only math I like. I felt dazed. My stomach growled. Was it the hunger or the pain? But subtraction sucks. I only like the math where numbers get bigger.

Ms. Brocklehurst stocked to the front. I resumed my story, like nothing had happened. Because nothing did. She’s doing her job. She thought I was being mean, and that’s okay. So she was wrong. So what? If I had been mean, I would have deserved it. I glanced at Emma. She’s just scared, is all.

A second voice, the one I thought of as The Meanie, answered me. Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.

I will. There’s no need to be gloomy all the time, or nasty. Gloom settled in the pit of my stomach. Despair clutched my heart like a hand. My chest sank on the inside. My eyes stung.

“Not fair,” I whispered. I glanced at Emma again. “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be mean.”

Emma furrowed her brow. She returned to her writing, shaking her head. All around me, pencils scratched. I wanted to read all the stories. Weren’t they all good in their own way?

A delightful idea came to me. I had to struggle through math first, and the equations made me weep—literally. I was dreading algebra when I got older. That was when math stopped making sense for everybody.

When class was over, I rushed to enact my plan. It was like clockwork: the kids tossed their last stories into the recycling bin. They dumped out their books.

I knelt by the blue plastic container as they filed out. When the last kid, a Dog with Rottweiler markings named Jimmy, trotted out, I shoved my arms, elbow deep, into the paper. I plucked tales and drawings from the mix. I ordered them carefully, clicking them against the floor to make them straight.

When I had collected them all, I had a fat, albeit unbound, book in my arms. I scurried up the stairs, ecstatic over my treasure. I didn’t have any books to read, but now I could read everyone’s stories.

I flipped through the papers, knees pulled to my chest. I sat on my bed. I felt like a jeweler, surrounded by gleaming rubies and emeralds.

I found Emma’s story, and put it at the front. The heroine (who always looked like Emma, with blue eyes and blonde curls) was falling in love with a Bear this time. She took half a page to describe his bulging muscles and glossy fur.

She’s going to be a great romance writer someday! The story made me happy and warm all over. I decided it was my new favourite.

I put my story at the back. It wasn’t that good, and I knew how it went. When I had read through all the stories, including mine, I pulled out the postcard again. Even though I loved Emma’s tales, this would always be my favourite thing to read.

I closed my eyes, smiling. I sank into sleep. In my dreams, I saw the palm trees, and a sign with the postcard’s address: Similo, Sapphire Crest, Calidi, Queen Street, 4321.

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