#Beach Chair Lightweight

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[gayaest]

Darya, in her lightweight manual wheelchair - rather than her beach (water-floaty) chair 🐬⭐️🐠🪼🦐🐚🌊

[erwinsvow]

when rafe meets you for the first time, he feels something he’s never felt before. you’re surrounded by your pogue friends and his stupid sister, laughing at a joke jj says, pushing pope’s arm gently, making a face at kie. he stares, lost in his own mind, wondering what the hell they’re saying to make you laugh like that, make you smile like that. 

he’s leering, he knows—wishing he could pull his gaze away but having more trouble doing so than he expected. you smile all pretty at your friends, lips pink and glossy, shining in the sun enough that he can see from where’s sitting. a beer rests in his hand, droplets of condensation gathering on his fingers. he can’t drink though, he’s too distracted. 

the way you twist your hair up and clip it with something silver. the sweat gathering on your neck, along your hairline, how you wipe it with the back of your hand. one of the boys—he can’t tell which one, and he’s glad, otherwise he’d probably go over there and start throwing punches—offers you a hand to guide you into the water, presumably to cool off. 

you shake your head to say no, and sweetly is the only word he can think of to describe how you do it. to describe you, everything about you—it’s so fucking sweet, he can taste it from over here. some of the others go into the water. you stay sprawled out on your beach chair, book resting on your stomach. you fiddle with the straps of your bikini top, yellow—that’s all he can make out—before you stand up, settling the book on the chair and walking towards him. 

he’s under the shade of the little bar on the beach, watching shamelessly, thinking he should look away now that you’re walking over, at least try to play it cool. he doesn’t. he takes a long sip of his beer, putting it down with a slam, harder than he intended.

as soon as you enter the cool shade, you sigh with relief. you take out the clip and let your hair fall down how it was, strands sticking to your neck where he wishes he could lick it off. you’re not two feet from him now, can’t really ignore how he’s staring at you either. 

“can i get a lemonade, please?” you ask the bartender politely, glancing over quickly at rafe. he’s still looking, making you flush and feel even hotter all over. you turn away within a few seconds.

“spiked?” the man behind the counter asks. rafe does move his gaze, finally, to stare at the guy—trying to make sure he’s not making you feel uncomfortable. 

you shake your head and the bartender turns back to get your drink. your eyes keep wandering back to rafe—big, bad, evil rafe. the one your friends always talk about. he’s cruel, they say, violent and angry and treats them badly. just for the principle of the thing, you should hate him. so why can’t you stop your eyes from flitting back to him every few seconds?

“that’s a good idea,” rafe starts. he’s quiet, just so the two of you can hear him, but you have to lean in further. the gap is shortened to just a foot now.

“hm?” you question innocently, not hearing exactly what he said. you’re surprised he’s even talking to you. 

“s’good idea, not to get it spiked. with this sun, you’ll get sick an' tired.”

“but you’re drinking,” you comment, gesturing to the beer in his hand. it looks almost empty.

“i’m not a fucking lightweight, though, that’s the difference.” he turns to see the bartender, chopping up a lemon for your drink. he thinks he has another minute, maybe two, with you.

“how d’you figure that? you don’t even know me.”

“you can just tell.”

“yeah?”

“yeah, kid.” he holds eye contact for a second too long, and you turn away smiling, face feeling so hot, like you’ve been basking in the sun for hours. rafe thinks mission accomplished for a second, smirking, but it dissipates quickly—your drink is ready and he sees jj walking up to where you are.

“can i get a straw?” you ask again, smiling all friendly at the bartender. he grabs you one from behind the counter and peels the wrapper for you.

“kie’s not gonna like that,” jj says, smiling down at you. you look at rafe though, which makes his heart thud in his chest. he likes that, a lot, more than he should.

“well it’ll just be our little secret, then,” you say, thanking the bartender and then taking a sip of the cold drink. 

“you ready?” jj asks, ignoring the entire situation in front of him. 

“yeah, just need to pay-”

“i got it, kid,” rafe says, grabbing his wallet before you can move. you look at him curiously for a second, eyes big, pretty smile shining again. 

“wow, how generous from the millionaire. c’mon,” jj says, and you get up but you don’t want to.

“thanks, rafe,” you say, even sweeter than before. he enjoys how your name rolls off his tongue, wishes he could hear you say it again. 

“no problem,” he says quietly. jj puts his arm around your waist to guide you away, which would normally be enough to warrant at least a single punch, but you look back once, then twice, sneaking a glance back at rafe, still smiling big, bringing the straw to your mouth and sipping. “i’ll be seeing you around," he says, under his breath, just to himself.

[sugarushwriting]

The Very First Night / Han

The Very First Night

“not trying to fall in love, but we did like children running,” “do you know how much I miss you?”

Prologue.

There is something healing about quietness and stillness. The sound of the waves, the faint noises of nature, the moonlight over the ocean. I took in a deep breath, and a long exhale. I needed this. The last few weeks have been hard, extremely hard. Feeling empty, hopeless about life, struggling to get a good night’s sleep, thoughts of I was the one who did something and everything wrong, although I knew deep down, that wasn’t the case.

I sat in the sand, overlooking the water, my face puffy and tear stained. I just didn’t have it in me anymore. An empty bottle of alcohol by my side, I cursed at myself for not being lightweight for once, and for not buying more than one bottle. I was barely buzzed. 

Couldn’t say the same for the guy beside me though, a little bit down the beach. When I arrived, I noticed he had one empty beer can beside him, nursing on his second, however, the way he was slurring and fussing at the air, he was close to being hammered if not already there.

My phone buzzed from beside me, and I looked at the caller ID, quickly hitting ignore with a sigh. Please, just leave me alone. It was 6 in the morning back home, only close to midnight where I was now. 

With another heavy sigh, I got up from my spot on the sand, dusting off my butt before grabbing my flip flops and empty bottle in one hand. Walking down the sandy beach, I reached the dark hair guy who was laid out on his stomach, slightly snoring. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Should I wake him, and make sure he gets to his destination safely? Since the beach was lined with hotels, hostels and vacation rentals, one of those had to be his. 

“Aye, wake up.” I nudged my toe into his side. He slightly slurred, but didn’t wake up. “Wake up!” I said a bit louder and put my entire foot on his back, shaking him awake. 

He startled awake, jumping to his feet quickly like a squirrel. “Wha--what?” He looked around confused before his eyes landed on mine. 

“Sorry to wake you, but it’s past midnight, and you were knocked on the beach. Don’t think you wanted to wake up to surfers in the morning, or worse, a crab somewhere it shouldn’t be.” 

“Oh, um, yeah thank you.” He mumbled with a wave of his hand and a yawn. He stumbled slightly, before his eyes slowly closed. He picked up his garbage, before he took a step and nearly fell forward.

I quickly reached out to grab him, steading him on his feet. “Do you need help?” I asked. He nodded with his eyes closed. 

“I’m staying at that hotel.” He pointed to the bright white one. “The Hyatt.” He slurred.

“Thankfully I am too.” I said, and put his arm around my shoulder before we made our way to the hotel. “Did you know you are a lightweight?” I groaned out after a bit of silence. The hotel was closer in sight, and I thanked the heavens that the hotel we both happened to be staying at, was less than a 2 minute walk to the beach. 

Dude nodded with a smile. “Wanted to forget.” His head leaned on mine, making it harder for me to walk, but I pulled through.

When we got to the hotel’s lobby, I dropped him in one of the empty chairs. The lobby was quiet, other than the person behind the desk, clicking on their computer. 

“Well, I’ll leave you here, hopefully you find your way to your room, um--” I stopped short, not knowing his name. 

“Han Jisung, or my friends call me Han. Call me Han.” His smile was lopsided. His head fell back in the chair before he was out like a light once again.

I walked up to my room, and in the elevator had a feeling this wouldn’t be the only time Han Jinsung saved my life. He just didn’t know and I wasn’t prepared.

[ratsoh-writes]

With every claim and demonstration of Mermaid's skilled abilities, Briar seems shocked into yet another double-take. Does this dog also drive the boat and perform CPR??? She is truly. The goodest girl.

For a moment, she was surprised they were technically at his house.... It MADE SENSE but like, it's his HOUSE. She felt like maybe they should have brought a cake or something?? They don't get invited to houses often. Or maybe she needs to calm down about hanging out at a friend's house. That also happens to be a date. Woah, maybe they need to sit down.

Slowly sitting down, Briar agrees to Finn's suggestion. The coastline sounds nice. They could look to see how the South Western shore was doing after the scouts had their beach clean up last week.

Bracing themselves against the waves as the boat left the shore, Briar found themselves closing their eyes to get their bearings as they held tightly on the chair. Once open, Mermaid was there. She reached out again. She pet. Mermaid was pet.

This amazing, smart and sweet dog could practically be a caretaker and probably famous on that tikgram thing Aspen uses, but here she is, asking BRIAR for pets?? More pets. Pets on the neck pets on the beach pets on the ears it didn't matter, Mermaid wanted more and did not complain. Oh no.

As Finn came back from checking the initial boat vitals to ask how she was doing, he could potentially see Briar's tail swishing shortly back and forth before shooting back up at attention at heading him approach.

"Mermaid is.... So sweEt?" THEIR VOICE CRACKED. NO. Briar held her hand against her mouth and throat for a moment. That was just a weird cough from like the ocean air it something not emotional over a dog they just meet.

They stood up again, now a little more used to the waves before quickly pointing at a distraction, "Hey is that the Navy lighthouse?"

---

Aspen provides receive during his story, interested in the drama. She sips her soda but clearly pays attention. Upon Star showing off his bruise, though, she has to cover her mouth to avoid spitting out the drink all over the bruise and mention of the scar.

"Holy SHIT!"

Her face had mixed emotions. Bruises and scars were cool and all but like... From like flights where both monsters want to fight. Like he's a cop but could he have died? From another monster? He was doing paperwork all last week! Augh... She looked stressed. She shook it off and tried to play cool again. She wasn't here to be stressed.

"That is messed up! I'm glad you and your buddy are okay. Do you want a drink?" The alley had beers. She was also already plugging in their names into the game board, looking for a distraction. "You gonna be good to play?" Friendly flights are better.

Mermaid is such a sweet lady as she calmly sits at briars side enjoying the attention. Briar is glad to sit as finn sets the boat to move. He gets it a ways away from shore. Close enough to totally see the shoreline, but far enough that it won’t really be in the way of any close play boats. He has the boat turned in the right direction. It’s only a slight breeze today. So as he gets out, he can turn the motor off and let up the sails to let the boat slowly drift along the shore.

Finn: EVEN BEFORE SAILS TRAINED HER SHES BEEN A GOOD GIRL. I PAYED A LOT TO THE BREEDER TO ENSURE A DOG WITH A CALM TEMPERAMENT!

Oh yea, with a small boat home, a crazy dog is not recommended lol

Finn looks towards where briar is pointing

Finn: NO THATS SAINT PLYWOODS LIGHTHOUSE! THE NAVY ONE HAS THE PURPLE TOP AND THE ROYALS ENSEMBLE!

Happy for something to talk about, he shares the story of Saint plywood, a seatale monster from some folk legend. He seems a little nervous too. Strange since he was always quite naturally cheery around briar normally. She gets the sense that this being a date is getting to him too lol

—————-

Star laughs and shakes his head no to the offer of drinks

Star: HAH! NO WAY! IM A TOTAL LIGHTWEIGHT AND I NEED TO DRIVE TONIGHT! CANT LEAVE THE COP CYCLE HERE!

Mmmm responsibility is sexy~ gotta love a man who knows his limits

Star does accept the offer of a soda right after though! Perfect. He winks at Aspen when she fusses over him

Star: MWEHEHE OF COURSE! DONT THINK SOME BRUISE WILL MAKE ME GO EASY ON YOU!

[artzychic27]

Back at the Barnyard quotes for no reason

Jean: Hey, folks! Viewer mail time again! *Opens a latter* Here’s one from Sally, age 14. “Dear Jean, aren’t you interrupting the story at the most suspenseful part?” Well, the answer is yes, Sally. Yes, I am. Keep those cards and letters coming!

—

Science Kids: *Dressed in burglary gear and relaxing on a massage chair when Jagged Stone suddenly walks in* Jagged Stone?!

Jagged Stone: Yeah, I’m Jagged Stone. What are you all doing in my house?

Science Kids: … Robbing it.

—

Simon: All rise! Court is now in session! The honorable Judge Marc presiding!

Marc: *Sits at the desk and immediately bangs the gavel* Guilty! Now let’s get to the punishment!

Alya: You haven’t heard any evidence yet!

Marc: I don’t need evidence! I can tell she did it by her beady little eyes!

Marinette: *Nervously shifting her eyes*

Marc: But, if you’re gonna make a big deal about it… Prosecutor, proceed!

—

Austin Q: Hey, Denise. Can I teach you the dance of love?

Denise: Is one of the steps my foot on your neck? ‘Cause there’s a dance I could really enjoy.

Austin Q: Ooh! Shot down! *Backs away*

—

Simon: Hm. I guess stupid is contagious.

—

Cosette: We gotta ditch the body! He knows too much! We gotta take care of him!… We gotta whack him.

Aurore: There will be no whacking! Okay, Ivan’s a good guy.

Mireille: And he’s a vegan. God bless him.

Ismael: And, uh… What’s a vegan again?

Lacey: Ah, I got it. It means you can’t eat anything with a face.

Jean: No, no, that’s a vegetarian.

Cosette: I think vegetarians have to eat in the dark.

Reshma: That’s vampires.

Lacey: And, you can’t eat cheese?

Reshma: It’s not just cheese. Vegans can’t have any dairy products.

*Aurore silently freaks out when she notices Ivan starting to wake up, but the others are oblivious*

Denise: Cake has egg products.

Simon: But you can’t have any dairy.

Ismael: Aw, but I love dairy! Does that mean I can’t be a vegan?

Marc: I love the smell of bacon! There, I said it!

*Ivan wakes up, and the students gasp*

Ivan: Huh? What’s- *Denise kicks him in the head, effectively knocking him out*

Aurore: WOULD YOU NOT DO THAT?!

Denise: It’s not like we have a lot of options.

—

Aurore: We gotta snap him out of this. Okay, Jean’s family. He’s like the crazy uncle we never had.

Cosette: Uh… Right… I never had a crazy uncle…

*Flashback*

*Five year old Cosette is listening to their crazy uncle speak utter nonsense*

Crazy Uncle: The Easter bunny has betrayed me! We’ll have to close the beaches! You can’t close the beaches, we’re a summer town! Get these turtles outta my head, PLEASE! Aaand, linge! *Starts line dancing while scatting* Dah Dah! Yah Doo! Dah Dah!

*End flashback*

Cosette: *Shudders*

—

Denise: *As four Akumas stalk toward them* Well, well. Whatever will I do? *Drop kicks all of them without moving from their spot*

—

Kim: I prechewed it so you wouldn't waste jaw energy.

Adrien: ... So the sandwich in my mouth was previously in your mouth?

Kim: Nice taste, eh?

—

Adrien: Hey, anybody ever notice that Ladybug and Marinette are never together at the same time?

Alya: You're really 31 flavors of dumb, aren't you?

—

Shadow Moth: Hey! Who's there?

Ladybug: Your worst nightmare.

Chat Noir: And Chat Noir!

—

Austin A: No, I don't wanna get eaten, I'm too young! Too young!

Austin B: Dude, you're not gonna get eaten.

Austin A: What, you're saying I wouldn't go nice with some low-fat chips and a cherry cola?

—

Ismael: *To Bubbler* You got rid of the only people standing between us and shallow graves so we can celebrate the day this guy *Points to Adrien* came into the Earth?

—

Nathaniel: *Whispering* Whatever you do, do not eat the... *everyone runs and eats Louis' mini pizzas* ... All right. I guess they're all right.

Louis: I hope you like them. I made them with love... and flaming hot chili sauce! *All of the students start screaming as they try to cool their tongues down*

Marc: *Completely calm and eating another mini pizza* Man, you guys are lightweights.

—

Aurore: I don't buy it. There's no way Marinette pushed Lila down the stairs. Come on, let's go solve the case of the pushed Italian.

Denise: I don't know, Aurore. That's really going to cut into my weight-lifting time.

Aurore: I'll bring snacks.

Denise: I'm in!

—

Alix: *After Louis leaves* He's gone, but you can still smell the stupid.

—

Alix: Hey, what did you use in that energy drink?

Marinette: Milk.

Max: Vitamins.

Rose: Love.

Alix: And...?

Kim: And these pepper shakers. *Holds up a stick of dynamite*

Alix: That's not pepper, that's dynamite!

[darsynia]

Trust Fall | Ch10

ARC image by Eury Escodero | image from neverfeltbetter at Wordpress

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Summary: Tony/OC, ‘terrorists made us fall in love;’ IM1 timeline. In this chapter, Yinsen's story about how he fell in love feels very familiar to Emory and Tony, but that doesn't stop them from finding joy in Emory's new powers and each other.

Length: 4,833

Tags (please don’t hesitate to ask!): @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @starksbf @themaradaniels @chickensarentcheap @tiny-anne

Excerpt:

"Cyclone Armor, Emory. Think big.”

“I hate to point this out, but that name is way too grand for someone of my stature. It would be more like Downspout Armor or something.” She skids to a halt and ‘feels’ the air around her. One of the ‘packages’ is gone, another one is at less intensity than it held before. “It knocked out one of three, and the second one is at half strength.”

Emory tosses them into the corner and watches as they spin dust up and dissipate into the ceiling. Then she goes over to where Tony is still lying on his back. He’s got his hands behind his head and one knee up, the other leg crossed over it, looking for all the world like he’s resting peacefully on a beach instead of in captivity in the mountains.

“What if,” he says, pointing at her with one shoe, “You spun a hundred of them around you? Could you deflect projectiles?”

���In theory. In practice, I’d run out of patience for creating them at around ten, and likely they’d just collide mid-stream and knock me around. Are you going to get up or do you want me to check you for broken bones?” she asks. Emory knows that she’s got to get a handle on her power generation, and that the longer she’s het up, the more she’ll have to control, so why not go hard and fast?

“I am overdue for a thorough, line-item inspection of all of my parts,” Tony says immediately, holding both hands angled back, palm up.

Chapter Ten: Солнечный лучик

Tony’s constant low-level sexual frustration is, infuriatingly, good for his progress on the suit he’s building, he finds, especially as he has started on the wiring. Because the wires themselves are so lightweight and valuable, he can’t risk Emory being anywhere near him while he’s working, so he’d had to ban her from his side of the cave. Yinsen’s almost finished cooking, though, which means they have a dilemma.

“Would it be ridiculous to just take the table and chairs over there?” Tony muses.

“That depends on how willing you two are to curb your enthusiasm. I have no wish to clean bean stew from my suit,” Yinsen says, stirring at the pot without looking over.

“It’s not that bad,” Tony objects.

Now Yinsen looks over. Tony doesn’t like how perceptive his expression is, so he makes the command decision that yes, they’re moving the table.

“Well I’m going to do it. You’ll just have to regale us with tales of your youth,” Tony tells him. 

Emory’s under her blanket doing her singing exercises when Tony picks up the table. His instinct is to call out and tell her what’s going on, if only so he can see the expression on her face as she watches him come over. The problem is, if he sets her off so soon before eating, there will definitely be bean stew to clean up.

His compromise is to carry over the chairs first. The sound will alert her to something going on without any direct interference from him.

Tony loves being a genius.

A sound of metal clinking together pulls Emory out of her singing practice. She drops the blanket to see Tony setting down some chairs.

“Thought we’d eat over here. Just in case.”

He doesn’t hold her gaze long at all, but there’s a playful light in his eyes that has Emory captivated. As she watches, he picks up the table they eat at and walks it over, turning sideways when he sets it down (she’s certain he’s doing it on purpose) so she can see his arms to best effect.

“You are so completely transparent,” she laughs.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Tony protests as he arranges the chairs, but he glances over at her with a broad smile. Emory had spent all morning learning what it felt like to hold onto the odd second skin of potential power that happens when she feels a particularly strong emotion. The longer she holds on, the thicker that skin feels, and after a while there’s feedback, as if a small percent of what she’s gripping frees itself to affect her personally. She’d held on long enough for her hair to start blowing around (despite being dirty and weighed down by grime) and her clothes to ripple. Emory hasn't had a chance to share that information with Tony yet, but something about the way she’s already having to focus on holding back tells her he’ll be observing it himself by the end of their meal.

Considering she can feel it starting to build and the food isn’t even ready yet, Emory realizes she probably ought to focus this afternoon on learning how to dissipate the energy in a benign way.

That gives her an idea, and she hops to her feet. The other thing she’s been trying to practice is being able to tell the distance she’s ‘throwing’ the energy, which she’d tested by standing further and further back from the string contraption Tony’d built for her.

“What’s up?” he asks, coming over with three cups of water.

“Had a thought about how to disperse the energy. In case I need to.”

Tony’s lips curve into a smile that is at least fifty percent powered by whatever is going on between them. Just seeing it is enough for her hair to start lifting off of her neck.

“Okay, let me just--” Emory says, backing into the corner where she’s been retreating to test her abilities. She has enough banked not to need to look at Tony, but the temptation is too great. She craves the look of surprise and approval she’s certain she’s going to see on his face if she succeeds. To start, though, she closes her eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, she focuses on the layer of power she’s sheathed in, picturing it as less of a scabbard than a cushion, one she can rotate. If Emory’s right, instead of projecting the energy, she should be able to circle it around herself. She starts slow, wishing she’d tied a shirt around her waist to see whether the ends start to flutter. The pants she’s been wearing for over a month are quality material, and the airflow against them doesn’t really register, early on.

She can feel her hair lift and twist, and that’s when Emory opens her eyes. Tony’s standing with one hand resting on the back of a chair, eyes fixed on her, clearly fascinated.

“You’re making your hair spin, do you feel any force turning you, or are you able to hold it far enough away?” he asks.

“It’s like a cushion around me, like I’m protected in a cylinder, or something,” she answers, feeling the rotation as she eases more of the power into the already existing spiral. Soon she feels the force that Tony had hinted at; the wind wants to turn her. The only way that won’t hurt her is if she lifts up a little, but even then, Emory doesn’t want to get dizzy, just spin the potential energy around herself and away, rather than building it up until she’s a powder keg. “I wonder…” she says, and directs almost all of the energy down, meaning to see if she can levitate, even just a little bit.

“Emory?” Tony asks, seconds before she starts to lift up.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little--” she says, but even as she says it, she realizes she’s wrong. It’s a lot. Emory fights to keep the power she can feel surging under her feet from winding up onto her legs and spinning her in a dangerous, uncontrollable way. She can sense that this is possible, now, as if she can see a tiny bit into the future of where the energy can go, if she pushes or pulls it just the right way.

“Send it out, send it wide, you’re going to--” Tony says, coming forward, reaching.

Emory looks up and throws her hands up to protect herself against the array of jutting rock and dug-out hollows that make up the cave’s ceiling. Instinctively, she brings the cushion of air she’d spun beneath her up, allowing it to turn as it whooshes up and away. She starts falling faster than she’d expected to, but Tony is there, so she sends all the air up instead of retaining it to cushion her landing.

She trusts that he’ll catch her. The alternative is to knock him down with the force of the energy.

Tony does catch her; he ends up crouched with her in his arms.

“How does it feel to defy gravity, Elphaba?” he asks. He sounds impressed but shaken.

“Terrifying,” she says, hiding her face in his neck.

“I’ve got you,” Tony says, his voice quiet but reassuring. His arms tighten around her for a few seconds, one hand coming up to stroke her hair once, before he straightens, and Emory draws back with no small amount of reluctance. She’d felt so safe in those stolen moments, as if Tony’s strength was something she was entitled to. However, his reference to the musical Wicked reminds her of the duet that the character Elphaba sings with her love interest. ‘As Long As You’re Mine’ stings, in context. The male lead, Fiyero, starts the musical wealthy and narcissistic, after all. The song plays in her head as she backs up. ‘ And if it turns out it’s over too fast, I’ll make every last moment last… As long as you’re mine.’

“Thanks,” Emory says, tongue-tied.

“Food is ready. Come, eat.” Yinsen sounds stressed out, and Emory guesses that he probably is. If what she’d just done had been visible on the camera, they would be in a serious mess.

Emory sits across from Yinsen, thinking that it would be better than across from Tony. She’ll have to turn her head to look at him, maybe that will help? 

“I think you’re on deck, sir,” Tony tells Yinsen. “In the interests of preventing any spinning stew bowls.”

She bites her tongue, resisting the urge to defend herself. Right now, just hearing Tony’s voice is fraught with power and passion, as much as she’d like to pretend otherwise.

“Do you want to talk about your children? I don’t think you’ve said anything about your family before,” she says to Yinsen.

The interpreter looks down at his bowl, holding himself uncharacteristically rigid. “I--” He lifts his head. There’s a misery there that makes Emory catch her breath. “I think that might be too painful. To be reminded, the responsibility I have to keep them safe. To have failed so completely.”

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. “I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t want to give the impression that we didn’t care about what’s important to--”

Tony’s hand comes to rest on hers, and Emory’s words dust in her mouth.

“The worry is ever present, do not fret. Distractions only last so long. I could speak about my wife. There’s no escaping reminders of her, here.”

As always, Yinsen’s voice sounds gentle even as his words slice through all pretense, striking with unerring accuracy.

“Please,” Tony says, pulling his hand away.

Emory makes note of the fact that she had been caught up by feeling guilty, and thus didn’t store up any energy from the touch. It tells her that she might want to figure out a way to test the effects of fear on her newfound abilities. For now, though, she refocuses on Yinsen.

She wonders what he could mean that it’s impossible to escape reminders of his wife here of all places.

“My marriage wasn’t what you would call arranged in the typical use of the term, but the meaning of the word is very appropriate. Our families planned for us to marry, you could say.”

“How old were you?” Tony interrupts.

Yinsen’s expression is singularly amused, as he answers. “Oh, we were past thirty. This wasn’t a situation of young people, new to the world, being guided. Though, we were guided, most certainly. Adult professionals making their hopeful mothers weep for the lack of grandchildren.” He stops to take a few bites of his stew, but Emory saw that there had been a hitch in his breathing on the word ‘grandchildren.’ She wonders if there’s something awful that he’s been hiding from them, about his children. 

Ever since discovering that she actually has ended up with powers that she can actually influence, and hopefully learn to better control, Emory’s felt guilty about having ‘stolen’ them from Yinsen’s son. In order to survive here in the cave, she’s pushed away all the thoughts of danger as far as is reasonably possible. Dying isn’t as distant as she wishes, though-- and Yinsen is nothing if not pragmatic. He had made the choice to use the injections on her in the hopes that they can all better survive this ordeal… but the cost and the rarity means that he’ll likely never have the chance to obtain more.

Emory almost wishes she could know: does Yinsen expect to survive? Did he give her the injections because he is more certain of dying than not?

Tony’s mid-sentence before she breaks out of her reverie. “--order the two of you to get married, or what?”

Yinsen sets down his spoon, an enigmatic smile on his face. “Nothing so direct. No, our families and a few others met for a week-long celebration. They didn’t tell us about their plans, just sent Jalila and I to collect food from an underground storeroom. The door closed behind us and we were trapped together for quite some time.”

At first, Tony seems confused. “But you said they planned it, what did they plan? For you to be--”

He trails off, and Emory looks down at her bowl. She understands, because the same forces have worked on her, if she’s understanding Yinsen correctly.

“They knew it would be a bonding experience,” Yinsen says. Emory can feel his eyes on her, but something about the certainty in his voice is setting her off.

“It’s not a given,” she protests without looking up. “How long were you in there?”

“Many days.”

“Did you figure out what they were trying to do?” she pushes. “Didn’t that, I don’t know, make it… didn’t it make you stubborn? Resistant?”

“Your reaction is a common one,” Yinsen says. The amusement in his voice makes her look up, even though she knows that he’s always incisive, always perceptive, and now is the worst time for him to demonstrate that, at a moment where her private feelings are so clearly illustrated by his tale. Just as she expected, he’s looking at her, and there’s understanding in his eyes. Emory grits her teeth, ready to push back on anything he might say in reference to herself and Tony.

“What reaction?” Tony asks. She looks over to see that his brows are furrowed, and he’s looking between the two of them.

“Do you want to explain?” Yinsen asks her. He’s enjoying putting her on the hot seat, Emory realizes. She glares at him.

“Not really, but I’m not sure I’d trust your take on it,” she tells him truthfully. Yinsen laughs at that.

Tony frowns. “Seriously, what am I missing here?”

“Many people to whom I tell this story believe that if they were in the same situation, they would resist forming an attachment because falling in love was the material purpose of our families confining us together like that. A romantic bond via a shared traumatic experience”

Tony starts to cough, takes a sip of water. When he puts the cup back down, it sloshes a little.

“I’m saying that if you knew someone was trying to force you into something, it’s human nature to resist it. Especially if they have power over you! So it’s completely different, if you knew,” Emory argues. “Anyway, it’s not a given.”

“Oh, certainly not,” Yinsen laughs.

They eat the rest of the meal in silence.

Emory spends the day studiously ignoring the implications of Yinsen’s story and what Tony might have gleaned from her reactions to it. She positions herself with her back to him, ostensibly so that she doesn’t change the conditions of her testing. After all, if she re-ups her emotional boost from her feelings for him when she’s in the middle of trying to dissipate the energy, won’t that just make it more difficult to learn how?

It’s always great when circumstances mean that the thing you already felt like doing ends up the better choice.

By the evening, she’s confident that she has the concept of dissipation down, but in practice, it’s still a bit difficult. There are two things she can do, and one of them might preserve the energy in a way she can ‘regather’ to use again. It’s hard to know for sure, because she has to hide in the corner to test it, and Emory has the feeling that she has a greater capacity than would be safe to fiddle with in the cave in the first place.

More than once she’d let herself dwell on her feelings, leaning into a future she doesn’t expect is very realistic, and felt like she could tug on the air around her to pull it in. Obviously that would have a very different effect in the open than it would in their enclosed space.

“How’s it going over there, Dorothy?” Tony calls out, when she’s finally starting to get tired.

“Come over and see,” she says, looking down at herself. There really isn’t much indication of what’s going on, but she leans over and picks up a handful of the ubiquitous dust from the floor, so she can show him.

Tony’s pulling on a button-up shirt over his black tank top when he walks over. For once, she doesn’t tease him about it, because she’s too busy looking forward to his reaction.

“You might stop calling me Dorothy after this and start calling me the twister,” she says, grinning at him. Her hair’s in a rare ponytail at the top of her head, for once, because the motion of the air she’s meticulously wound around herself had sent her hair into her eyes so often she’d considered chopping all of the red locks off.

“Oh?”

“Watch.”

She holds the handful of dust at chest level and drops it. The multiple vortexes of air chasing around her body catch the flow, taking it along for the ride.

“Holy shit,” Tony says, staring.

Emory grins, feels the potential she’s carrying rise, and twists a fourth vortex around herself. As soon as she does it, though, she can tell it was too many.

“Okay, uh, stand back, that--” she says quickly.

Tony stays put, meaning he gets pelted with dust when Emory essentially plucks one of the ‘packages’ of energy-wrought air from its position winding around her to ‘toss’ it onto the floor in between them. The result is like throwing a localized, miniature tornado; it spins up into the ceiling to scour its surface with the materials it’d picked up on its journey.

“Nice! The culmination of what I did today was hooking up the air compressor on the arm of my suit, something I can’t test without toasting the two of you,” Tony laughs.

“You and your flamethrowers!” Emory says, laughing.

“So, question,” Tony says, advancing on her with one hand outstretched. “Do your vortexes maintain integrity until they come into contact with something? Can you use it for defense?”

“What do--” she starts to say, but Tony’s got a determined scientist look on his face. He snakes out an arm and pulls her up against him, giving Emory a thrill from the decisive movement, right up until he is thrown into the air and spun sideways before landing on his back on the floor.

“Tony!” she says, starting toward him.

“Wait!” he says, holding up both hands. “Just a jolt. Are they still there or would you have to refresh them? Cyclone Armor, Emory. Think big.”

“I hate to point this out, but that name is way too grand for someone of my stature. It would be more like Downspout Armor or something.” She skids to a halt and ‘feels’ the air around her. One of the ‘packages’ is gone, another one is at less intensity than it held before. “It knocked out one of three, and the second one is at half strength.”

Emory tosses them into the corner and watches as they spin dust up and dissipate into the ceiling. Then she goes over to where Tony is still lying on his back. He’s got his hands behind his head and one knee up, the other leg crossed over it, looking for all the world like he’s resting peacefully on a beach instead of in captivity in the mountains.

“What if,” he says, pointing at her with one shoe, “You spun a hundred of them around you? Could you deflect projectiles?”

“In theory. In practice, I’d run out of patience for creating them at around ten, and likely they’d just collide mid-stream and knock me around. Are you going to get up or do you want me to check you for broken bones?” she asks. Emory knows that she’s got to get a handle on her power generation, and that the longer she’s het up, the more she’ll have to control, so why not go hard and fast?

“I am overdue for a thorough, line-item inspection of all of my parts,” Tony says immediately, holding both hands angled back, palm up.

“What--”

“Palm to palm, one leg on either side,” he instructs.

“Do you want me to hurricane this entire place into a disaster area?” she says, walking closer dubiously.

“No, which is why you’re going to do this now instead of arguing with me.” He shakes both palms expectantly.

Emory steps over him and, loving the encouraging anticipation she can see in his brown eyes, rests a palm on each of his.

Then, they both start laughing. Her hands are quite small in comparison to Tony’s. Emory slides her hands up so she can link their fingers, and the searing want that slide engenders weakens her knees. Once they’re locked together, Tony lowers his hands, keeping his knees behind her at just the right angle to support her. His arms don’t shake at all. Tony’s expression is serious and direct, and Emory can barely hold his gaze. There’s so much that he’s promising in that look, and she wants every single second of it.

Just inches before their bodies touch, Tony swears under his breath and surges up, pulling her arms up to his neck and disentangling their hands. He cups the back of her head and Emory's right there with him, sliding her fingers into the sweat-damp hair at the base of his neck right as their lips meet. It's as if he's breathing life into her. Everywhere they're in contact, her skin sings, as if the friction of their touch sparks the chemical reaction of pure joy.

Tony’s other hand grips her hip, and his thumb is brushing across her cheek, the sensation almost as sensual as the kiss itself. Every signal he’s sending her is exactly in line with what she wants to send to him. Emory’s fingertips trail her heart through his hair. Her heartbeat under his palm beats in a rhythm of want, I want, I love, I love you, love you. She’s surrounded by him, and the new but familiar echo of those feelings as manifested by her new powers surge forth. Emory sends them spiraling around them, begging for a delay, a few more seconds with Tony, a few more, just a few more.

Every other time he’d kissed her, Tony had broken the kiss by now, but she can sense his own reluctance to stop in the way his hold on her keeps tightening, as if he’s physically fighting the message his conscience might be sending. Finally, he squeezes the hand at her hip too tight and she lets out a little sound of pain, pulling back and laying her forehead on his shoulder. 

“What, you’re not made of metal? Sorry,” he quips, nosing a caress of an apology onto her hairline. She compensates for the way that makes her shiver by slipping her arms up under his, around his back. As she does, Tony starts stammering in seeming confusion. “Uhh. Okay, that’s-- Was that, is that just from that short time? Gonna give me an ego here.”

“You already have one of those,” Emory says, but she lifts her head.

Spinning closely around them is a blurred column of dust and pebbles from the floor of the cave. Before she can stop him, Tony reaches out two fingers to touch it, but instead of breaking the structural integrity of her spontaneous vortex, he simply causes a traveling void where he’s swept away the particles. He pulls back his hand, and seconds later the void ‘heals,’ the dust and dirt redistributing throughout the tunnel.

Tony looks at her, and Emory turns her head back toward him. He jerks his thumb at the rotating phenomenon. “This? is sincerely amazing. But, promise me: no more strange injections, okay?”

Emory’s had that song from Wicked running through her head all afternoon, especially the part where one of the self-centered rich man’s line includes the words ‘there’s no future for us as a pair.’ She’s pushed back her powers in a bid for more time with him, why not push back on the rest of it?

“Why, Mr. Stark, are you… invested?”

Tony leans back and tips his head sideways. The man is seriously attractive, despite being scruffy and dirty after five plus weeks in their cave. More than that, though, is the draw of his quick wit, his genius mind, his gentleness one minute and arrogance the next. Even if someone had told her ahead of time that their plan in confining them was for her to fall for Tony, the very scenario that she’d told Yinsen she would have resisted with all her might? She doesn’t think she would have succeeded in that resistance. Tony narrows his eyes at her, an obviously impish crinkle around them.

“Is this confidence I’m detecting?”

She knows he’s teasing, and it’s an affectionate tease, but it still rankles. “You don’t have to heckle me!”

“I’m not!”

“Tony,” she dangles, but he interrupts her.

“Not heckling. And--” he pauses, lets out a little breath, and flashes her a vulnerable smile. “--yes.”

Emory’s on the verge of asking what the yes is for when it hits her. She’d pulled back to talk to him, but now she reaches out, presses her hands flat on either side of the glowing power source in his chest. Seeing how naked his expression is right now, the way he just admitted something she isn’t sure she’s brave enough to be so blatant about-- it’s making her feel guilty. If they survive this crazy adventure and he’s serious about being invested, however deeply that word is buried into the vulnerability that shines on his face, he’ll be leaving with at least two obvious liabilities.

The least she can do is try to keep him alive with her new powers as much as the reactor in his chest does.

“Sorry about that,” she whispers.

“One step forward, two steps back? Stop waltzing, Emory. Tell me why exactly you think you should be sorry?”

He sounds almost stern, and she looks up from the compelling bright circle under the edge of her thumbs to his face. Tony’s expression is kinder than the tone of his voice, at least.

“For giving you another responsibility, I guess?”

“Oh yes, you’re quite helpless.” To her utter shock, Tony reaches out, spearing his hand into the still spinning column around them, flattening his hand and smacking some of the dust and dirt right in her direction.

“What on--” she gasps, shaking her hair. She has to pull the cloth she’d tied it up in free to get all the dirt out, and since she’s sitting on him, it all goes onto Tony. He uses his other hand to protect his head, and she reaches out, having to brace herself on his shoulder to reach, so she can splash some dirt from the vortex onto him, too.

“Oh, it’s on,” Tony says, tilting sideways to knock her off of his lap.

“Don’t make me drop it on your head!” Emory threatens, but she’s giggling.

“That would be cheating, and you’d feel guilty for days, admit it, Mother Teresa!”

They spend the next few minutes jumping around hitting each other with slaps of debris from the whirlwind around them until there are only a few sections of dust left. Emory can barely see. She’s completely covered in dirt and pebbles, and Tony’s not much better.

“I’m practically blind,” he complains dramatically, wiping his gritty hands on her back before leaning over to drag his face on the fabric of her shoulder to wipe it off.

“Not fair! And aren’t you supposed to keep dirt away from the reactor? Shit!” she says, brushing his chest off.

“Oh shit,” Tony says, his tone deep and regretful. It pulls Emory back from the amused abyss with a sharpness that fills her with fear. When she looks over to where Tony’s looking, though, she doesn’t know whether to laugh or feel even more guilty.

Yinsen is standing on the other side of the waning vortex with his arms crossed. He looks like a school headmaster catching them as they sneak back into their dormitories drunk as hell.

Emory supposes their behavior isn’t that far off.

“I only hope this was not visible,” Yinsen says in a clipped, disapproving tone.

She can sense that its power is mostly sustained by momentum, so Emory reaches out and mentally dispels the rest of its lateral movement. It’s enough for the whole structure to collapse into nothingness.

“I’m sorry,” she offers, dropping her gaze and her arms to her sides.

“I’m sure you will be, since it has been quite a while since they’ve bothered to offer enough water with which to wash.”

With that, Yinsen turns on his heel and walks away, shaking his head as he goes.

“It took every single fiber of my being not to toss this handful of dirt at him,” Tony says, stretching out one large hand to show her.

Next chapter, Tony decides he needs to pause a little bit on his armor to come up with some armor for Emory, because it's becoming very clear that he cannot let himself lose her.

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Get Ready for a Beach Adventure With the Right Gear

The beach is a great place to make memories and have fun. To ensure that you get the most out of your beach experience, it’s important to have the right gear. From beach chairs to umbrellas, here are some items you should bring to make sure your day at the beach is as comfortable and enjoyable as possible.

Beach Towels – A good beach towel is an essential item for any beach-goer. When looking for a quality beach towel, make sure to look for one made with quick-drying fabric that won’t absorb too much sand or moisture. Also, if you plan on spending a lot of time in the sun, choose a bright color that will reflect rather than absorb heat.

Beach Chairs – Beach chairs are great for lounging in the sun and provide extra comfort when sitting on the sand. There are many different types of beach chairs available, so make sure to find one that meets your needs. Some come with cup holders and adjustable backs while others are lightweight and easy to transport.

Umbrella – If you plan on spending more than a few hours at the beach, then an umbrella is a must-have item. An umbrella will shade you from harmful UV rays and keep you cool when temperatures soar during summer months. Look for umbrellas with adjustable heights so that everyone in your group can enjoy some shade no matter how tall they are!

No matter what type of activity you’re planning at the beach, having the right gear will help ensure that it’s an enjoyable experience for everyone involved. Before heading out for your next beach adventure, be sure to grab all of these essential items so that everyone can relax in comfort and stay safe from potential dangers like sunburns or dehydration. Have fun!

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The Beauty of Turkish Beach Towels

If you’re looking for a beautiful and luxurious beach towel, look no further than the traditional Turkish beach towel. Turkish towels, also known as pestemals or foutas, are lightweight and highly absorbent. They dry quickly, making them the perfect beach towels for those who enjoy spending time at the beach or pool.  Here’s why you should consider adding these gorgeous towels to your collection.

The Benefits of Turkish Beach Towels

Turkish towels have many advantages over regular beach towels. For starters, they are incredibly lightweight and easy to pack into a small bag or suitcase when you’re traveling. This makes them ideal for camping trips, weekend getaways, and other short excursions where space is limited. Additionally, they take up much less space in your linen closet than traditional beach towels would.

In addition to being lightweight and easy to pack away when not in use, Turkish beach towels are highly absorbent and quick-drying. The fact that they dry so quickly means that you don’t have to worry about getting sand all over the rest of your belongings after a day spent lounging on the beach! Plus, because of their absorbency and quick drying properties, these towels are great for using at home as bath sheets or gym towels too!

Turkish Beach Towels Are Beautiful Too!

As if all these benefits weren't enough to convince you that Turkish beach towels are worth investing in, there's one more thing: they're absolutely beautiful! These traditionally handwoven pieces come in a variety of colors and patterns—from vibrant stripes to delicate florals—so there's something for everyone's style preferences. Not only do these gorgeous pieces look great draped over a chair or hung up on your wall as art (yes—they can be used as tapestries!), but they can also make an excellent addition to any bathroom décor.  

If you're looking for an alternative to regular beach towels that offer both practicality and beauty, then look no further than traditional Turkish beach towels! These unique pieces offer lightweight portability while still providing plenty of coverage and absorbency; plus they come in stunning colors and patterns that make them perfect for decoration too! So what are you waiting for? Get yourself a set of Turkish beach towels today and enjoy all their wonderful benefits both at home and away!

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Essential Beach Accessories for a Fun and Relaxing Day at the Shore

Whether you’re heading to the beach for a weekend getaway or just a fun day in the sun, there are certain beach accessories that are essential for an enjoyable and relaxing experience. From comfortable seating to stylish sun protection, here are five must-have items that you should bring with you when you hit the sand.

Sunscreen. Sunburns can put a damper on any beach day, so it’s important to pack some sunscreen before you leave the house. Make sure to use a broad-spectrum sunscreen with an SPF of 30 or higher to protect your skin from both UVA and UVB rays. Reapply every two hours or more often if you’re swimming or sweating heavily. Don’t forget to protect your lips too, by using a lip balm with SPF 15+.   Beach Umbrella. A beach umbrella is great for providing shade on hot days and protecting yourself from those harmful UV rays. Look for one that is lightweight and portable so that you can easily carry it around with you during your beach day.   Sand Toys. What’s a beach day without building sandcastles? Pack up some buckets, shovels, and other sand toys so that kids (and adults!) have something fun to do while they soak up the sun.   Beach Towels & Blankets. Beach towels and blankets will keep everyone comfortable while they relax in the sun or take a dip in the ocean. Choose bright colors and patterns so that your towels stand out against all the white sand!   Portable Chairs & Loungers. For those who want more support than just laying on their towels, investing in some portable chairs or loungers is always worth it! Look for one that easily folds up into its own carrying case so that it’s easy to transport from home to shoreline.

  With these essential beach accessories, you are guaranteed to have an enjoyable time at the shore! Don’t forget other items like hats, sunglasses, water bottles, snacks, books—whatever else makes your beach day complete! So grab your bag of goodies and head out for some much needed relaxation at the beach! Happy summer days ahead!

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Compact Grilling: Why Small BBQs Are Perfect for City Life

As urban living becomes the norm for more people, the art of grilling has found a new form that perfectly aligns with the limited spaces and lifestyles of city dwellers. Enter the world of compact grilling—an innovative approach that brings the joy of barbecuing to small balconies, rooftops, and even parks. This article explores why portable BBQ small options are ideal for city life, examining their practicality, versatility, and the social aspects they encourage.

The Space Challenge

City living often comes with one major limitation: space. Apartments tend to be compact, with balconies that may barely accommodate a couple of chairs, let alone a full-sized grill. For many urban residents, the idea of hosting a barbecue seems daunting, constrained by the realities of square footage. This is where portable BBQ small devices shine. These grills are designed with the city dweller in mind, offering a way to enjoy grilling without the need for an expansive backyard.

Design and Portability

One of the most appealing features of small barbecues is their design. Lightweight and compact, they can be easily transported, making them perfect for city residents who want to take their grilling on the go. Whether you’re heading to a local park, the beach, or simply want to enjoy a meal on your balcony, a portable BBQ small allows you to indulge in your culinary passions without the burden of a large, stationary grill.

Many compact grills come with folding legs or removable parts, allowing for easy storage in a closet or even under a bed. This is an essential aspect of urban living—efficient use of space is key. With a small grill, you can transform a tiny outdoor area into a vibrant dining space, creating an oasis in the hustle and bustle of city life.

Versatility in Cooking

Compact grills are not just limited to traditional barbecuing. Their versatility extends to various cooking methods, enabling users to explore an array of culinary options. Many portable BBQ small models feature multiple cooking surfaces, allowing you to grill, smoke, or even bake. This adaptability means that whether you want to prepare a simple burger, a delicious vegetable skewer, or an intricate dessert, your grill can accommodate it.

The ability to cook a variety of dishes also allows for creative meal prep. In a city where dining out can be expensive, a compact grill can serve as a budget-friendly alternative, empowering residents to experiment with flavors and cuisines right at home. This encourages culinary exploration and brings families and friends together to share in the joy of cooking.

Fuel Options and Cooking Efficiency

Another significant advantage of portable BBQ small grills is their diverse fuel options. Many compact grills are available for both charcoal and gas use, allowing you to choose the method that best suits your lifestyle. Charcoal grills may offer that classic smoky flavor, while gas grills provide quicker cooking times and easier temperature control.

Moreover, small grills typically heat up faster and use less fuel compared to their larger counterparts. This efficiency not only makes grilling more accessible for those with busy schedules but also reduces the environmental impact associated with larger grilling operations. In cities where sustainability is becoming a priority, compact grilling provides an eco-friendlier option.

Social Benefits of Compact Grilling

Grilling has always been a social activity, and compact grills foster a communal spirit among city dwellers. Whether you’re cooking for a small gathering or simply sharing a meal with a neighbor, a portable BBQ small encourages interaction and connection. In dense urban environments, where social spaces can be limited, small grills become focal points for community bonding.

Imagine hosting a small barbecue on your balcony, the aroma of grilled vegetables wafting through the air as friends gather around. The compact grill not only brings people together but also creates a sense of community. Sharing food, laughter, and stories is a cherished tradition that transcends cultures, and compact grilling makes this possible even in tight living conditions.

Building Memories and Traditions

The memories created around a grill can last a lifetime. For families, compact grilling provides an opportunity to establish new traditions. Weekend barbecues, spontaneous cookouts, or even weekly meal prep sessions can become cherished rituals. These moments help cultivate a sense of belonging and create a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Additionally, small grilling events can be a great way to introduce neighbors and friends to each other, fostering connections that might not have formed otherwise. The shared experience of preparing and enjoying food together creates bonds and encourages a sense of community that is often hard to find in larger, impersonal urban settings.

Safety and Regulations

Urban living also brings its own set of safety concerns and regulations, especially when it comes to outdoor cooking. Compact grills are generally easier to manage in terms of safety, as they can be operated with caution in smaller spaces. Many models are designed with safety features such as stable bases and flame control mechanisms.

Furthermore, many cities have regulations regarding grilling on balconies and in shared outdoor spaces. Portable BBQ small grills are often compliant with these rules, making them a more viable option for city residents. Always be sure to check local laws regarding outdoor cooking to ensure a safe and enjoyable grilling experience.

Conclusion

In a world where urban living is on the rise, compact grilling offers a perfect solution for city dwellers looking to enjoy the rich flavors of barbecued food. With their space-efficient designs, versatile cooking options, and ability to foster community, portable BBQ small grills make it possible to create culinary delights and cherished memories, all while navigating the challenges of city life.

Whether you’re a seasoned grill master or a novice cook, the allure of grilling remains universal. Compact grilling bridges the gap between tradition and modern urban living, allowing anyone to experience the joy of barbecuing, no matter how small their outdoor space may be. As cities continue to grow and evolve, so too does the way we approach our cooking and social interactions, making small grills a perfect match for the urban lifestyle. Embrace the compact grilling revolution and savor the delightful flavors it brings into your life!

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Best Beach Bags for Families: Carrying Everything You Need with Ease

A family beach trip is always an exciting adventure, but the challenge of packing everything you need—and then carrying it—can be a daunting task. With everyone needing towels, snacks, sunscreen, toys, extra clothes, and much more, a regular tote just won't cut it. It would be best to have a beach bag that can handle the load while staying comfortable and durable. In this post, we'll break down the key features you should look for in a family-friendly beach tote to make your next seaside outing a breeze.

Room for Everyone's Essentials: Go Big with an Oversized Beach Bag

One of the biggest challenges when packing for a family beach trip is fitting everything into one or two bags. The last thing you want is to juggle multiple totes, baskets, and coolers on the hot sand. That's where an oversized beach bag comes to the rescue. These bags are designed to hold all your family's essentials in one place—towels, toys, changes of clothes, snacks, and more.

When shopping for a beach tote, look for ones with ample storage space without feeling like you're lugging around a small suitcase.

Brands like Geckobrands beach tote are famous for their spacious yet lightweight designs. These oversized beach bags often feature wide openings, so you can easily toss in more oversized items like beach chairs or blankets. 

The extra space helps keep everything organized while reducing the bags you need.

Recommended Features:

Wide main compartment for large items like towels and beach blankets.

Zippered pockets for securing small valuables like keys and phones.

Multiple compartments to separate toys, snacks, and wet clothes.

Comfortable to Carry: Don't Sacrifice Your Shoulders

A roomy bag is great, but it must also be comfortable to carry—especially when walking across uneven sand. Whether toting towels, sandcastle moulds, or a cooler full of drinks, the straps on your beach bag can make or break your experience.

Look for beach totes with padded or wide straps that help distribute the weight evenly across your shoulders. Some oversized beach bags even come with adjustable straps, allowing you to customize the fit to your comfort level. After all, you don't want to spend your beach day nursing sore shoulders!

Recommended Features:

Padded shoulder straps for extra comfort.

Wide straps that prevent digging into your skin when the bag is heavy.

Cross-body strap options for hands-free carrying.

Easy Access Pockets for Parents: Stay Organized on the Go

Quick access to particular items is essential when you're at the beach with kids. Imagine digging through a mountain of towels and toys to find your phone or sunscreen—a hassle you want to avoid. That's why a great family beach tote should come with dedicated pockets for parents.

These handy compartments can hold your phone, wallet, sunscreen, and sunglasses, so they're always within easy reach. Having designated pockets makes packing easier and keeps your items organized, preventing the dreaded sand-in-the-phone disaster.

Recommended Features:

External pockets for quick access to phones, keys, and sunscreen.

Water-resistant compartments to keep valuables dry.

Mesh pockets that let you shake out sand quickly.

Durability Under Pressure: Built to Last Through Sand and Sun

A good family beach bag isn't just about size or comfort but also durability. Beach trips can be challenging on bags, especially when dragged across the sand, exposed to salty air, or packed to the brim with heavy items. That's why looking for beach totes made from solid and durable materials that can handle the wear and tear of a family outing is essential.

Some oversized beach bags are made from heavy-duty canvas, waterproof polyester, or reinforced mesh. These materials hold up against water, sand, and heavy use. Additionally, bags with reinforced seams and zippers can handle the extra weight without tearing or breaking down after a few trips.

Recommended Features:

Waterproof materials to resist moisture from wet towels or ocean spray.

Sturdy construction with reinforced stitching for extra durability.

Easy-to-clean fabrics so you can quickly shake out sand or wipe away spills.

Conclusion: Top Picks for Family-Friendly Beach Bags

When choosing the best beach tote for your family, you'll want a bag that combines capacity, comfort, and durability. Here are a few standout options to consider:

Gecko Brands Beach Tote – This bag is loved for its lightweight design, large compartments, and easy-to-clean waterproof material, making it an excellent choice for families.

Bogg Bag – Known for its durable, waterproof construction and spacious interior, this oversized beach bag is ideal for carrying everything your family needs.

Scout Original Deano – A stylish and functional option, this bag offers excellent durability and plenty of room for towels, snacks, and toys.

With the right oversized beach bag, you can say goodbye to the stress of packing and carrying everything for your family's beach day. Opt for a tote that checks all the boxes—ample space, easy access pockets, padded straps, and long-lasting durability—so you can enjoy your time by the ocean without a hitch!

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Polyester Fabric Folding Chair: The Perfect Blend of Comfort and Convenience

When it comes to outdoor seating, nothing beats the versatility and convenience of a Folding Chair. Whether you’re planning a day at the beach, hosting a backyard barbecue, or simply enjoying some quiet time in your garden, the right chair can make all the difference. Enter the Polyester Fabric Folding Chair from TuscanyPRO, available on Wayfair—an ideal addition to your collection of Outdoor & Patio Furniture.

Why Choose a Polyester Fabric Folding Chair?

The Polyester Fabric Folding Chair is designed for both comfort and practicality. Its lightweight frame and easy-to-fold mechanism make it an excellent choice for anyone in need of portable seating. If you’re looking for something that combines the aesthetic appeal of a Tall Director Chair with the functionality of a telescopic folding chair, this model ticks all the boxes.

Features You’ll Love

Durability: Crafted from high-quality polyester fabric, this chair is built to withstand the elements, making it a reliable option for all your Outdoor Seating & Patio Chairs needs.

Comfort: The padded seat and back provide exceptional comfort, whether you’re lounging at the beach or sitting around a campfire.

Space-Saving Design: With its folding capability, this chair can be easily stored away when not in use, freeing up space in your outdoor area.

Versatile Use: Ideal for various outdoor settings, this chair is perfect for any occasion—be it a picnic, a sporting event, or just relaxing in your backyard.

Ideal for Every Outdoor Adventure

The Polyester Fabric Folding Chair is a fantastic companion for those who love the outdoors. Its portability makes it suitable for various activities. Need seating for your next beach day? This chair is a perfect choice among Beach & Lawn Chairs. It’s also great for camping trips, tailgating, and backyard gatherings.

In addition to being a great Folding Chair, it’s a standout option when compared to traditional chairs. Its easy-to-carry design and lightweight construction allow for quick setup and takedown. So, whether you’re at a music festival or enjoying an outdoor movie night, this chair ensures you’ll have a comfortable place to sit.

A Stylish Addition to Your Outdoor & Patio Furniture

Not only is the Polyester Fabric Folding Chair functional, but it also adds a touch of style to your outdoor space. Available in various colors, it can easily blend with your existing Outdoor Seating & Patio Chairs or make a bold statement on its own.

Conclusion

If you’re in the market for a reliable and stylish seating solution, look no further than the Polyester Fabric Folding Chair from TuscanyPRO, available on Wayfair. Its blend of durability, comfort, and convenience makes it a must-have for anyone looking to enhance their outdoor experience.

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"Elevate Your Outdoors: Market Analysis for Beach and Camping Chairs 2024-2033"

From cozy backyard pergolas to lightweight, foldable beach chairs, outdoor structures and seating solutions are redefining how we enjoy the outdoors. Whether you're setting up a shaded retreat in your garden or lounging by the ocean, these stylish and durable designs offer comfort and convenience. With weather-resistant materials and easy-to-assemble options, enjoying nature has never been more effortless. Elevate your outdoor experience with structures that combine function and relaxation, perfect for any occasion under the sun.

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Maternity and Newborn Photography Service

A maternity photoshoot in an outdoor setting can be a beautiful way to capture the joy and anticipation of expecting a child. Here are some creative ideas for an outdoor maternity photoshoot:

1. Golden Hour Shoot

Timing: Schedule the shoot during the golden hour (early morning or late afternoon) when the sunlight is soft and warm.

Setting: Open fields, meadows, or a beach. The warm light will create a magical glow around the expecting mother.

2. Flower Fields or Gardens

Setting: A field of wildflowers, a botanical garden, or a sunflower field.

Props: Use a floral crown or a bouquet to complement the natural setting.

Outfit Ideas: Flowing, bohemian-style dresses in soft pastel colors to match the floral surroundings.

3. Forest or Wooded Area

Setting: A forest with tall trees or a wooded area with dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Poses: Standing among the trees, leaning against a tree trunk, or sitting on a blanket with nature surrounding you.

Outfit Ideas: Earthy tones like greens, browns, and neutrals to blend with the natural surroundings.

4. Near a Lake or River

Setting: Alongside a serene lake or gently flowing river.

Props: A small wooden dock or rowboat could add a romantic element.

Poses: Standing by the water’s edge, wading in the shallow water, or sitting on a dock with your feet in the water.

5. Mountains or Cliffside Views

Setting: A scenic mountain backdrop or a cliffside with a panoramic view.

Poses: Sitting on a rock, standing with arms around the belly and looking at the horizon, or holding hands with your partner.

Outfit Ideas: Flowing dresses or skirts that catch the wind to create a dynamic effect.

6. Urban Rooftop Garden

Setting: A rooftop garden or terrace with a view of the city skyline.

Props: String lights, potted plants, or a cozy chair to create an intimate atmosphere.

Outfit Ideas: Stylish, contemporary outfits that reflect the urban setting.

7. Beach Shoot

Setting: A sandy beach, either during the day or at sunset.

Poses: Walking along the shoreline, sitting on the sand with a draped fabric flowing around, or lying down with waves gently washing over feet.

Outfit Ideas: Flowy dresses or fabrics that can flutter in the sea breeze, or a bathing suit with a sheer cover-up for a more relaxed look.

8. Rustic Farm or Barn

Setting: A rustic farm with a barn, hay bales, or an old wooden fence.

Props: Vintage items like an old wagon, barrels, or a quilt for sitting.

Outfit Ideas: Country-style dresses or casual outfits with boots for a laid-back, rustic feel.

9. Candlelit Night Shoot

Setting: A quiet outdoor location like a garden or forest clearing at dusk.

Props: Candles, lanterns, or fairy lights to create a soft, glowing ambiance.

Poses: Sitting or lying on a blanket with candles around, or standing with lanterns in hand.

10. Wild and Windy

Setting: An open field or hilltop on a breezy day.

Poses: Allowing the wind to play with loose hair and a flowing dress.

Outfit Ideas: Long, flowing dresses in lightweight fabrics that can catch the wind.

Tips for a Successful Maternity Photoshoot:

Comfort: Make sure the expecting mother is comfortable in her outfit and environment.

Props: Consider using props like baby shoes, a sonogram photo, or a "baby on board" sign.

Poses: Gentle, natural poses that highlight the baby bump, such as cradling the belly or holding hands with a partner.

Photographer: Choose a photographer who specializes in maternity shoots to ensure they know how to make the mother feel comfortable and capture the best angles.

These ideas will help create stunning, memorable photos that celebrate this special time in a beautiful outdoor setting.

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Starting a maternity and newborn photography service can be a rewarding business that captures precious moments for expecting families and new parents. Here are some steps and tips to help you set up a successful maternity and newborn photography service:

1. Define Your Style and Specialization

Decide on a specific style for your maternity and newborn photography (e.g., classic, lifestyle, natural light, posed, candid, etc.).

Determine if you will specialize in outdoor, studio, or home sessions or if you will offer a combination of these.

2. Create a Portfolio

Build a portfolio showcasing your best maternity and newborn photography work.

Include a variety of poses, settings, and styles to demonstrate your versatility and attract a broader clientele.

3. Invest in Quality Equipment

Camera and Lenses: Invest in a high-quality DSLR or mirrorless camera with a range of lenses suitable for portrait photography (e.g., 50mm, 85mm prime lenses, or a 24-70mm zoom lens).

Lighting: Use natural light or invest in softboxes, reflectors, and speedlights for indoor shoots.

Props and Backdrops: Gather a variety of props (e.g., blankets, baskets, headbands, wraps) and backdrops for newborn shoots, as well as maternity dresses or fabrics.

4. Set Up a Studio or Mobile Kit

Studio Space: Consider setting up a small, dedicated studio space if you prefer studio photography.

Mobile Kit: If you plan to offer on-location or in-home shoots, create a portable kit with all necessary equipment.

5. Create a Pricing Strategy

Research local competitors to understand the pricing landscape.

Offer packages that include different sessions (e.g., maternity, newborn, or a combination) and provide a range of options such as prints, digital files, and albums.

Consider creating a "Grow with Me" package that captures different stages, such as maternity, newborn, and milestone sessions (3, 6, 9, 12 months).

6. Market Your Services

Website: Build a professional website with a portfolio, service details, pricing, and contact information.

Social Media: Use platforms like Instagram, Facebook, and Pinterest to showcase your work and engage with potential clients.

Networking: Partner with local businesses, such as baby boutiques, maternity stores, and prenatal clinics, to cross-promote your services.

SEO and Blog Content: Optimize your website for search engines (SEO) and consider starting a blog with tips for expectant mothers, newborn care, or how to prepare for a photoshoot.

7. Client Communication and Experience

Provide clear instructions for what clients should expect, how to prepare, and what to bring to the shoot.

Be patient and flexible, especially with newborn sessions, which can take longer and require more breaks.

Create a comfortable and safe environment for both the expecting mother and newborn.

8. Safety and Hygiene

Ensure that all props, blankets, and outfits are clean and sanitized.

Practice safe posing techniques for newborns to prevent injury.

Keep the studio warm and have hand sanitizers available for parents and anyone involved in the shoot.

9. Post-Processing and Delivery

Use photo editing software like Adobe Lightroom or Photoshop to enhance and retouch photos.

Offer different options for photo delivery, including digital downloads, USB drives, prints, and photo books.

Consider creating a personalized experience by packaging prints or USBs in customized boxes or wrapping.

10. Legal Considerations

Get necessary business licenses and insurance, including liability insurance.

Have clients sign a contract outlining session details, pricing, deliverables, and a model release for promotional use of photos.

11. Expand Your Services

Over time, consider offering additional services, such as family photography, milestone sessions, cake smashes, or first birthday shoots to expand your client base.

By following these steps and focusing on providing a high-quality, personalized experience, you can build a successful maternity and newborn photography service that captures timeless memories for your clients.