#Gripple

[mcveighparker]

An Insight Into The Use Of Geotextile Membrane, Hardwood Sleepers And Gripple Systems

A number of key elements are required for contemporary home construction and renovation projects. Geotextile membrane, for instance, is used for many drainage systems. In many cases, drains get blocked up with debris, which causes flooding and other issues. However, if such a membrane is used, water would pass through the membrane, but any other debris or larger particles are prevented from entering the drainage system. Geotextiles are made up of polymers such as polyester or polypropylene. They are divided into three categories on the basis of the way they are prepared, which include woven fabric geotextiles, non-woven geotextiles and knitted geotextiles.

In the domain of landscaping, hardwood sleepers are widely prominent.  Their inherent properties, including resistance to wear, decay, and insect infestations, make them a preferred choice in d landscaping projects. Moreover, wooden sleepers contribute to the reduction of carbon footprint due to their organic composition and longer life span, thereby facilitating eco-conscious construction practices.

Gripple systems are another item widely used in construction projects, especially for the installation of wire fences, bracings, and other tensioned structures. Their adaptability and efficiency make them a preferred choice for securing structures and enhancing overall stability.

[mannequinentity]

Anxiety gripping me like the walls are crushing my bones from both sides and i remain paraylsed from top to bottom.

[ennawrite]

I feel like SJM did a disservice to herself by not leaning more into the “dark romance” side of ACOTAR.

Because chapter 42 of ACOMAF, from a dark romance perspective, is perfectly fine. But from what ACOTAR actually is, we have Rhysand grippling with his past SA traumas while performing these acts on Feyre…in front of his civilians? Consent is such a big theme in these books. Did the citizens of the Hewn City consent to watching that? Idk I just have too many questions to find that scene hot 😭

[ijustkindalikebooks]

This month has been pretty good for books with a great start to my year. I've had a diverse selection to read too, with my five star books coming from a range of types too, from literary fiction to Manga.

I hope the beginning of the year has been kind to you and that your first month of 2024 was a good one.

Please remember if you can, to donate to Medicine Without Borders, UNRWA (it not only feeds though in Gaza, but those in Lebanon, Jordan and Syria) and any organisation that you feel that can stop this diabolical violence continuing on.

These are my five star books.

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee - I will say that in reflection I feel this book maybe deserves less, but when reading it, this book is incredible. Lee writes this book like she lived it, the family at the centre of this book is so grey and human and makes you connect to them in a myriad of ways. I sometimes do not understand why some of the plotlines exist (the policeman friend of Solomon for example, I mean why?) but there is so much to take in, in this book. If you can read it, as so many content warnings in this book (SA, grooming, suicide) I would recommend it.

Blue Exorcist Vol. 5 by Kazue Kato - I think it's hard to tell someone why a book is good when it's five deep into a series. Though I feel the revelations in this edition come far too soon for the development of the character, the plot is brilliant and the characters are incredibly well developed. I am surprised by the jokes in this book considering it's written by a woman, but it is a really good series with a incredibly feeling sometimes, and grippling story to tell.

The Cat Who Couldn't Be Bothered by Jack Kurland - A Children's book about a very antisocial cat, The Cat Who Couldn't Be Bothered is exquisitely drawn and charmingly funny. I got an arc of this book and I feel like a physical copy would do it justice far more and the last page of this book made me laugh out loud. Children will love this book and I think adults might a little bit too.

This month I read:

33 Books.

22 books were from new authors.

Fantasy was my most read genre (5).

23 books were fiction/10 were non fiction.

How was your reading this month? What are you enjoying in your January? Let me know!

Vee xo

[hackercult]

gripple rip

[istherewifiinhell]

in which i stop trying to convince u that beast wars second is the penis show for 2 seconds and say. i really wished this guy could have reached heaven thru violence

[ID: Beast Wars Second [98 anime] screenshot. Close shot of Galvatron, a transformer with purple face, pink accents, and a permant clenched teeth grimace. He's saying "Peace is something you obtain through fighting, Lio Junior!" END]

His face IS stuck like that btw. its on the toy ofc.

[ID: Chest up shots of Galvatron, who has an elabroate chest piece and large paldrons. 1. Arms crossed, perhaps smiling, with his cleched teeth. Saying "Peace is about a world which is beautifully controlled by force." 2. Fisted raised, frowning. Saying "Justice without force has no meaning at all!" END]

[ID: Lio Convoy saying "Peace is a connection through our hearts and minds...". Lio Convoy is a cybertron/autobot with the general Optimus design aesthetic, but his chest in more of a muscular look, as it is not a truck, and very visible alt mode kibble. Mainly, the lion head and haunch on his left and right shoulder. END]

[ID: Galvatron grippling Lio Convoy by the shoulders, looming over him. He's a good deal bigger, each hand about the size of Lio Convoy's large lion paldrons. He's demanding "Then, what is your definition of justice?!" END]

[ID: Galvtron in dragon form, a pink mechanised dragon head with long neck. He's saying "Realize this well, this very power is justice!" END]

well anyway is he called the "emperor of destruction"? ...yeah. was he tryna rule the universe with a fucking. eye of sauron death star?... also yes. does he have a very strange with his little brother? [no i dont know how that is either]... yeah. but i like it when villains say shit and i was kinda routing for him just so he could say more shit.

[iamsofuckinggay]

Honestly the moan Spotify thing doesn’t surprise me i discovered sex at age 10 from searching 2 characters up for fun it was also how I discovered the existence of same sex couples and fanfiction

Remembers me of that one time my bestie and another friend were at my house and he just sayd something like "Hey check out this cool yaoi Ive been reading" and he pulled the most toe grippling explicit shit tò be ever made by humanity and I was like "damn you read shit like that?lol" while the other person was just traumatized as hell

[blenselche]

how many gay couples do you ship?

oh man, aside from the ones I've posted on my tumblr let me think

narusasu is the obvious one for anyone my age, I think. Obito/Kakashi, Sakura/Ino, Dr Cox and JD, puzzleshipping, Bagginshield, Destiel, Venom/Eddie Brock (ugh their sons, my heart), Raven and Starfire, Kimgo (haven't thought of that one in a hot minute) ahhhh, hmmmm Tailgate/Cyclonus, Tarn/Megatron, Rodimus/Megatron, and Lug/Anode from IDW's MTMTE comic. Windblade and Strongarm from the Shattered Glass verse. I remember thinking Ginger and Courtney Grippling would be real cute together as a kid but idk if that counts as shipping lol. Willow and Tara from Buffy. The leads from "Beauty and The Beast Girl" and "Otherside Picnic." uhmm Eddie/Richie from the IT miniseries. Idk if it counts but the leads from "Heavenly Delusion" and "Fantajī Bishōjo Juniku Ojisan to" (gender swap nonsense.) GLaDOS/Chell. Xavier/Jordan from The Doom Generation. Fiona/Imogen and Paige/Alex (Adam/Becky is a FTM/F couple but a lot of their relationship is based on the queerness of their romance so I'm counting them) from Degrassi. Hannibal/Will is kind of a no doy ship. When I was a teenager my little heart beat solely for Kingdom Hearts ships, just all of the trios being cute together. I've been alive forever and have consumed A LOTTA media so there's probably more I just can't remember. The funniest one is prob Donnie/Frank from Donnie Darko.

[cheeriosgreg]

Finally found out where we store the gripples and apple boroughs (thank god)

[goronska]

March Trope-A-Thon (Day 5) - SERVANT'S SERVANT

[Masterlist] - there are also the OCs described in much detail

Trope: Fevers + Comf: Blankets & a Hot Drink OCs: Adam x Setia (canon to Vermillion arc) CW: injuries, LGBTQ+ themes, slavery

Servant's Servant

Setia was able to see only one thing in Adam at first - his status. Status of a servant slave he himself was just so lucky to lose for the low, low price of giving up his love to Larat. And Adam was kind of like him, scare, skittish, defiant, but smart and observing. The state he was in left no doubt, Setia would do everything to put his previous owner to prison. Shiroi must pay. But now, instead of being served coffee at his new, royal study, Setia was sitting on the verge of Adam's bed, carefully cooling his forehead with a damp cloth.

Setia was just stuck in his original role, circling between kitchen, bathroom and his bed, the only reason being Larat treating him the same way all those years before. Now that his younger counterpart went down with a fever from all the stress of landing as a prospective left hand of the future King of Vermillion, he didn't allow any other slave near him. It was just his job to make sure the younger man, with all his scars and bruises, will be nursed back to health.

Setia just knew, he mentally never lose the black collar Queen Merahtua so ceremoniously took off his neck in her.. in their bedroom. He would tell this lengthy tale of rise to power he never wanted, if only Adam was conscious enough to listen. For now he was grippling with the silk sheets, his knuckles almost white. All this in stark contrast with black waves of hair which needed constant brushing off from his sweaty face.

Setia felt phantom pains when he gently opened his shirt to cool his chest as well. So skinny, he could easily count each rib. He fought all the temptations in the world no to cry out. To ground himself, the tall blonde stood up, approached the window and started humming a tune of an old religious hymn for Ubisi. He did it so unknowingly, that it will take a few weeks for him to regret it, in the steel embrace of another god he promised to follow to get them all free. His bet was made, but his habits and ticks betrayed him in the small space of Adam's chamber.

Setia proceeded to clean and dress any fresh wounds he was able to found, looking for the furrowed brows on the pale face before him. Shushing Adam broke his resolve more than his heart. He wanted scented oil on that pale skin, he wanted all the rings and gold given away for an even more comfortable bedding for this here slave. His slave now. And there would be no freeing him until his job in the palace, and probably elsewhere, is done.

Setia saw in that feverish, sick, broken man all the things he will have yet to sacrifice, all the compromises, lies and murders he will have to go into, head first, until the system collapses, but country survives. Like in the body beneath his slim fingers, the only way was forward, forward into a coup. With no political prisoners and public hangings. Just people he trusted would do good enough job at all the right places, and him, in his collar, with his bottled up feelings. He didn't know better than to lean in and kiss Adam, begging with all his soul to suck all his nightmares and trap them in his own chest, deep under all else.

Adam woke up to warmth and security. Disoriented he opened his eyes to see his future King, coiled around his body, asleep, laboured breath. On the nightstand - two steaming cups of coffee.

[mcveighparker]

An insight into underrated farm supplies

Supplies needed at farms are many. Hardwood sleepers, for instance, can be used to build retaining walls to prevent erosion and create raised beds at farms. They may also help in creating durable pathways through gardens and fields. Another underrated item seen is farms is the Gripple. It can be used to build trellises for climbing plants, such as grapes and tomatoes, as well as to build crop cages to protect plants from pests and diseases. A nursery owner may use also use it to build a trellis for climbing roses.

Many farms also use items like Geotextile membranes to improve drainage, which can help to reduce the risk of flooding and improve crop yields.  These items are particularly perfect for separating granular layers and ground reinforcement. It does work well with riding areas, tracks and gateways that prevent the merging of materials, secure ground stability and suppress weeds. Geotextile membranes are well suited for increasing the load-bearing ability and lifespan of gateways, including the ones that receive heavy footfall from the movement of livestock. Good quality Geotextile membrane tends to be easy to handle and allows for water drainage. They can be used to suppress weed growth, which can reduce the need for herbicides. Farmers may use geotextile membranes to create a stable base for a new road to access a remote field.

[soospiritualjourney]

What led me to this moment now

I have felt not felt the need to openly share the following until now.

Looking back on my life, I can see where I came from. I saw myself as a young girl totally afraid not knowing how to deal with what’s going on, not having anyone to guide me.

Though the eldest of 3, I was a quiet and timid child. I remember episodes when I'd cry at the slightest things that happened and constantly felt a sense that no one understood me. I'd wake up at night feeling a grippling sense of loss. I’d crawl under my parents’ bed in order to go back to sleep.

I had recurring dreams of bus terminals, of sitting on a tree branch (seeing only my hands and arms), staging wars with zombies, and waddling in swimming pools. I also have dreams of drowning in unknown volumes of water and deja vu visions of moments in real time. I see illuminations of beings in my dreams.

As I grew older, sometimes when I was about to fall asleep, all of a sudden, I'd hear someone shout into my ear. In the wee hours of the morning, I would wake up feeling like death was sitting nearby waiting to take me and panicked. On some occasions I'd get this whiff of what smells like rotting flesh following me. I tried whatever I could do to keep that which I do not have explanations for at bay. I retaliated with anger and rage.

Whatever I was experiencing were never processed or talked about. I was part ashamed, part afraid of being different. As I learned to grow past and through painful experiences, each of these experience unknowingly became a spiritual lesson for me. They brought more and more of illumination into my life.

As I begun to develop my spiritual connection, I can see the uncoiling happen - the tightness and rigidity, the hard knot inside me begun to loosen up consistently over time. The ropes of fear was not tying me up in bonds as I walk around in life. In its place there was light, freedom and trust. I begun to trust myself. The trust begun to grow so most of the time it surpasses the fear I feel inside. When I feel fear I quickly tune into my intuition to get solace so my life is not dominated by fear.

I begun to understand that whatever I heard or otherwise wasn’t the devil or something evil in or outside of me. They were messages from the divine reaching out and communicating with me. I saw signs - feathers in the most unlikely of places, on my work table, in my car, between my feet at a swimming pool. I saw frequently repeated synchronised numbers on my phone 1111, 1414, 2222 etc. I notice birds and butterflies around me or outside windows on high floors.

So I grew from a frightened child into a woman who is confident of my abilities, who is not motivated by that primal fear, gaining a strength and a precious belief in myself. This is something I hope for you too as you begin your spiritual journey, that this trust and faith can permeate your being.

You’ll get a sense of how strong you really are and how layers of tension can be replaced by light and how you can expand to the potential of who you are and be of service whenever you possibly can. I strongly believe it can offer you liberation. The stirring of our souls is essential for us to be vibrant and happy beings here on earth. There is no beginning and there is no end. It is all is just a continuation of spirit. Being part of this flow, we can find peace and encouragement so that we can be radiant beings and live that and be everything we possibly can as human beings.

We have to put our foot down and make the commitment. We have to make our path and journey a priority. We only have this time on this earth and to spend it running away, using substitutes to avoid pain and suffering is a waste of our human potential. When we work on the highest timeline and consciousness of our being, we as well as everyone around us benefits—even the people we had to say goodbye to.

It is a choice, every single day.

[zigmenthotep]

With Twitter destructing faster and faster and people once again scattering to the wind it's hard to not think about how isolated most social media experiences are.

For example, I like the band @officialsteampoweredgiraffe Recently, I realized that I hadn't even thought about Steam Powered Giraffe in a long time. Why? Well, they've been focusing their social media presence more and more on Facebook and Instagram, two platforms I absolutely loathe. So their presence just kinda slowly disappeared from my Tumblr and Twitter feeds, and I thought about them less and less.

If Twitter destructs, I personally don't really have any following to lose, but regardless of whatever "As bad, but in a slightly different way" platform people flock to, I know that there will be creators who will just no longer be a presence in my life. Like, I'm not going to join anyone's Discord. I could follow people on Instagram, Pillowfort, Cohost, and other worthless platforms, but I don't use those platforms, so it's no different than just having a bookmark gathering digital cobwebs in some never-accessed folder.

Because here's the thing, the only platform I have seen Twitter refugees actually start using is Tumblr. And that makes sense, how long can you really keep posting to empty rooms on Bloober, MumpGump, Gripple, and Fishfuck before you just completely burn out. Maintaining a presence on 11 different platforms on the off chance that one of them might pull ahead of the pack is not a viable strategy if your goal is anything other than making the experience of being a creator as miserable as possible. But that's what you're expected to do if you don't want to completely lose access to both an audience and the creators you follow.

It's all just very exhausting and makes me not want to share, create, or even view content anymore.

[kloofspeaks]

Top Wave | A Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw Fictional Work

Words: 3643

Sneakpeek:

“You’re thinking out loud again,” he hummed in amusement, tapping his fingers on the harsh, slightly scratched surface of her cubby. 

“I already knew that, Goose,” she spat his surf sign in a taunting manner, she broke the gaze they had between each other as she sighed harshly, taking a moment to briefly change the subject, “I didn’t know you came on Thursday afternoons,” one of her eyebrows perched at him.

Chapter One Out of Ten

Chapter List : here

Inspiration - Artwork by MustaseKittens

(Tags: @callmemana, @notyoursbutlewis, @bayisdying,)

The radio spilled an awfully familiar tune, it was an Elvis classic I can’t help falling in love, Y/N leaning against her beloved counter so she could listen to the chatter about the bar, there were a few drunkies speaking in such slurring words that she could hardly make out what they were trying to say, the other people were surfers, they were just pushing each other around, joking about. 

It was something that Y/N had once dreamed of long ago, going to the surfing academy, sending her dear father photos and updates of how it was going, spending her weekends partying and being an absolute wild duckling. That was a dream though, it was never meant to be true. 

Now, she was just leaning against the polished wooden counter of her second home, her very own surfing cubby as she called it. Her eyes were still pondering on the chuckling and wild surfing buddies, the way they had assigned handshakes and unique laughs is what made her the most interested in what she missed out on after all these years. 

Penny, Y/N’s practically second mother always took notice of the look she had in her crisp colored eyes, longing, Y/N was longing for something more, she was wanting to reach out for something that her hand would phase though like air, but everytime she reached out something held her back.

Like she was grippled back from chains or a rope, Penny never understood, Y/N wasn’t as open as she was when she was little, the little ball of sunshine was now tucked away in a cubby that was dim and only played the classics on the weak radio, the sun didn’t shine where Y/N stood, it hadn’t for a long time. 

Her past trauma, the accident, the passing of her loving father who’s cheerfulness never seemed to fade even in those rough times seemed to cause her to lose her true Y/N charm.  Penny did miss the snarky smile she got from Y/N when she and her father would come in to surf in those early days, sharing how she got accepted in academy and it was starting that fall. 

But his sickness fell upon him, the wish he asked of her poor soul is what crushed the grape that was holding her emotions together, the wish to never surf again when he passed. Y/N remembered when she got home after his weak message, her hands tightly wrapped around the wrinkled paper of her entry and acceptance papers, she didn’t show up that semester, 

she didn’t show up for any semester. 

Her brows were furrowed and buckled in place, she was thinking out loud as if the thoughts were bouncing off her skull and into every person scattered about the small bar, she knew if her thoughts had limbs they would be playing the out of tune piano only a couple feet away from her cubby. 

There was a small clearing of the throat, her eyes catching wind of a blue and dainty Hawaiian shirt that seemed fresh and had a form of class. She looked up to meet the eyes of the fellow, they were too familiar for her not to know who those eye’s belonged to. 

“You’re thinking out loud again,” he hummed in amusement, tapping his fingers on the harsh, slightly scratched surface of her cubby. 

“I already knew that, Goose,” she spat his surf sign in a taunting manner, she broke the gaze they had between each other as she sighed harshly, taking a moment to briefly change the subject, “I didn’t know you came on Thursday afternoons,” one of her eyebrows perched at him.

“I don’t, my son’s in town.”

Now, those words were new, she didn’t even know Goose had a son, he never spoke of him when they had their drunkenly night chats at the bar when he came in alongside his short friend, she believed his surf sign was Maverick, he knew Penny, that’s all really Y/N knew of Goose’s friend. 

“What son?” her eyebrow was still perched, her lip forming a twist in confusion, “I don’t think you’ve mentioned having a son before,” Goose made a shocked expression at her, giving a slight tilt of his head. 

“I haven’t? Has Carole ever mentioned him?” Y/N shook her head at this response causing his brows to do a weird wave kind of motion, “You’ve been to my house, haven’t you seen the baby photos?”

“I don’t think I was planning on looking at baby photos when I was over for dinner, Goose,” she laughed a bit at his assumption, “Did you really think me coming over was just to look at baby photos?”

“A lot of people do that,” 

“Are those Carole’s friends?” She questioned him, she laughed a bit more when he nodded, “I’m your friend, Goose, I’m not like woman in their forties going over baby pictures and knitting baby blankets,” She had a soft babish tone when she spoke, it earned her a small shoulder shove from the man. 

“She doesn’t fond over Bradley either,” he had that iconic Goose grin on his face, “We’re just so busy these days we just don’t have enough time to speak of him, so it seems, It’s only when he comes in every six months when we can spill.”

“Okay, it’s that time, spill old man.”

“About Bradley? Or me?” 

“Why not both, I’ve only been over for dinner a couple times,” She didn’t know much about Goose and Carole either, they both were very parent-like, it was understandable they had a child of their own, one that seemed to be in college from the looks of things. 

“Well, he’s in the academy, he’s practically following in my footsteps as any child would unless they didn’t want to that is, he seems to be doing great,” he muttered, it seemed like he didn’t keep a constant check on Bradley as her father would’ve done if she went to the academy and if he was still breathing and living beside her. 

She knew that her father would’ve been like Goose, popped into The Hard Deck every once in awhile and try to drag his daughter out to sea to pop some waves, she remembered it like it still was those kinds of days, she looked at the door at times for short periods of time, waiting for her father, her dead father to come through those doors.

In some part of her mind, she had to act like a parent to her own brain, she had to remind herself, he would never walk through those doors. She felt like a parent telling her toddler she didn’t have enough money for ice cream that day, but instead of it just being made up on a different visit, it would never be made up. 

Goose seemed to speak of his son with pride, perhaps even some sort of shame? She couldn’t really pick out every emotion that was scattered in bits in his facial expressions, she wasn’t one to pick apart people either. 

“How long has he been in the academy?” She wanted to continue the conversation, she felt like it was starting to get interesting knowing she could ask him more questions about the academy without getting the classic Goose brush off the shoulder and avoiding the question. 

“Two years? It’s been really great from what I’ve heard, I’m kind of shocked you never went back then, Penny used to share to Maverick your surfing stories,” Of course, he had to know some sort of her backstory, had to try and figure out every secret about her. 

She had asked Penny about spreading her life and having to end her joyful banter about Y/N’s old career, she hated hearing about how Penny would share her gnarly stories with her father, the way she talked about the look in Y/N’s eyes haunted her from behind, she knew it was all positive, but somehow it came off like someone had searched into her whole life and threw it all at her at once. 

“It’s a long story,” Goose knew about her accident, he always assumed it was the reason she didn’t surf anymore, the reason she hadn’t picked her board off the racks behind her in such a long time, “I’ll tell you another time, I’d rather not waste anymore work hours as it is,” she turned a heel to switch the song out in the dusty radio, her fingers landed on the old tape her father made for her long work days, it had become a constant crowd favorite, everyone would sing along on the busy weekends, ask her to play such a tape and have it rewind on the best songs all night. 

She had flipped it over to the B side slipping it in, she took a moment to press play and a second to listen to the words to know it was one of her father’s favorites, it was the song he always played when she had a bad fall during a run, I’m Still Standing by Elton John, he always laughed at the tune, sung along poorly, she looked back at Goose who seemed to be nodding to the beat.

“Do you have any more questions?”

She took a moment to think, “Who’s Maverick? You speak of him a lot,” She muttered, her fingers reaching up and twirling in her hair, “I know very little about him, Penny has shared a bit, especially since they’re dating.”

Goose seemed intrigued by this question, “Well, he’s my duo surfer, we never went anywhere apart, it was either Maverick and Goose or nothing at all back in the day, he trains at the academy nowadays, that’s part of the reason I’m even here tonight, he’s training them down by the water, actually,”

Y/N gazed over Goose’s shoulder to notice the surfers she was staring at earlier had vanished from their spots, no wonder the music sounded so dull and The Hard Deck felt bland, it was empty aside from Penny and Goose with his continuing chatter. 

“He’s here tonight?” She asked, cutting Goose off his unstoppable rant, yet somehow he froze in his word track, “Yeah, he should be out there at least,” He looked over towards the glass that surrounded The Hard Deck. 

“I might’ve saw him earlier,” She perked up a bit more to see from her current position, she was shorter than Goose so being able to see where he was looking was going to be quite the challenge, “They came in for a break a while ago, I was wondering about their boards, I liked the one with the glasses, he has a really snarky laugh that’s addictive to the ear.” 

“Bob?”

“Is that his surf sign?” She looked back towards Goose, her arms giving her a boost to finally make eye contact on the figures that stood in the distance out in the sand, “Yeah, he’s one of Bradley’s friends,” She made a small sound of interest before falling back down to her feet because she couldn’t simply hold herself up forever. 

“Are they all Bradley’s friends?” Goose seemed to shift uncomfortably at her question, “A few,” He snarked sheepishly, his once confident stance fading. 

“It’s not a bad thing to not be friends with everybody, Goose, you probably weren’t friends with everyone in your class,” Goose seemed like he wanted to say something, she sort of deflated after realizing she was probably mistaken, was he really that likable around his peers? He had to have at least one person in those academy classes that hated him, right?

“Everyone liked you, didn’t they?” She narrowed her eyes, her gaze never leaving his slightly discolored face, “Maybe,” he gave a bland response, “How does everyone just- like you?” Goose tilted his head side to side as if he was trying to crack his neck and prepare for the fight of his lifetime, “I got in my accident so early, nobody had a chance.” 

That’s when what she had forgotten before hit her in the face like a frying pan, 

Goose was retired.

“How could I forget?” She muttered out, her words falling from her mouth like ice, “I keep forgetting we’re both waterboarded seals.” Goose seemed amused at her comment, “You’re not waterboarded.”

“I know that, but what makes you think I’ll pick back up my board and head out to fall face first in the water?” Goose shrugged, “You went down in history, what makes you not want to go and just surf?” 

“Have you ever promised anyone, anything, Goose?” She was getting a bit frustrated with his sudden words, they felt like daggers to her cold skin, the prickly feeling she was getting made her stand on edge.

“I have,” She knew he would say this, he had a son, one that he had probably promised a bunch of stuff for, promises that had probably been forgotten and broken with time.

“Then what if I told you I made a promise?” She asked, her eyebrow stuck on that perch again, the perch of questioning, “I would respect that.”

“Yet, if I never told you I had a promise tied around that, you wouldn’t?” Goose opened his mouth to answer, but was ultimately interrupted by a tall figure, Y/N flinched at the noise he made when he placed his board against the sandy colored walls of The Hard Deck, the impact was so powerful it caused the song on the radio to switch rapidly, Hey Lover! By Wabie flooded Y/N’s ungrateful ears. 

She missed the repeating tune of Elton John, she wanted to know the reason behind his noisy awakening, he could tell by the way she was currently biting her lip that she was irritated, “Sorry, was I interrupting something?”

“Maybe,” She had a small amount of malice behind her voice, she took in his appearance, the stache that looked like he had simply stolen the look from Goose who stood beside him, his sandy colored hair that was dripping wet with fresh salt water, the marks of sand and seaweed residue that was on his knees down, it was strange, she felt like she had seen him before, it was a faded image in the back of her mind. 

“Bradley,” Goose hummed, he didn’t seem as upset as Y/N about the music changing and the change of the moods that happened too swiftly for her liking, this was Bradley? She thought in the last couple seconds, it made sense suddenly, they both looked related, almost a spinning image of each other.

“So, you’re the golden child,” She spat under her breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear such a word that left her mouth at that moment.

“Only child,” he corrected, looking deep in her eyes where not even Goose could see, she shrank down in her stance after realizing he heard everything she said, “but we can say golden for your sake,” He had a small grin that seemed to allow the prickly feeling from before fade. 

“Your father was just speaking of you, it’s just.. You seem like a golden child,” She spoke with her hands, making small gestures when she spoke towards him. She didn’t think of him as an idiot, but he was just intimidating in a way. 

“I guess we can say that,” he scratched the crook of his neck in an awkward stance after finding out of his father’s chatter, “I mainly came here to get a new leash,” he pointed out, pulling out the leftovers of what seemed to be a recently snapped one. 

“Oh, we have leashes, I’m more concerned on how you ripped that one to shreds,” she tilted her head a bit, “It’s a whole story that is too much details to retell, it’s definitely a ‘you need to be there’ moment,” He sighed softly after speaking.

Y/N took that moment to reach down and get him a new red colored leash, “There you go, it’s on the house, I have a feeling you snap those a lot,” She had a small smug grin on her face, “Your surf sign looked too familiar for me not to know that leash you’re holding is only two months old, I just never knew you were Goose’s son.”

“My dad never spoke of me?”

“Nope! Not even a lick of information about you, Bradley, I’ve been quizzing him and prying him for more information anyways, so I guess meeting you makes up for it, just don’t switch my music next time,” She slid him his leash, taking the old one only to pitch it in the trash can beside her. 

“I won’t, I didn’t even mean the first time,” She knew he didn’t mean it, but Goose was already prying too much at her fresh wound for her not to be peeved about the sudden change of the uncomfortable atmosphere, it was one of her father’s favorites, even when he didn’t know anything about her, he didn’t even know of her existence, he still hurt a weakened part of her. 

“Thank you, enjoy your leash,” She had a small fake smile on her chapped lips, he took his leash and board with a nod, he gave a small wave to the both of them before Y/N averted her attention back to Goose, “Don’t feel like you got out of trouble because of your son, mister.”

She poked him slightly, “But, I get off soon, so I guess you’ll only have Maverick and Bradley to please your talkative moods.”

“You’re getting off early tonight, what’s with the hour change?” Goose asked, his curious side spiking again, “Moving, I’m in the process of moving,” Goose seemed surprised by this, his eyebrows reaching higher than her iconic perch could even go. 

“What made you want to move? You never spoke of it at dinner last week,” Goose was right, she didn’t mention it, she was still questioning if she had gone through with the whole idea of moving in the first place, then the realtor showed up and everything fell into place. 

“A lot of reasons, most of it is the house is just.. Too big for just myself,” She hated how quiet the house was, she used to love the days alone where she could blast her favorite Beach Boys songs and sing out loud to the world, now it just ate her whole.

The feeling of her father passing and her mother shortly after him made the silence a discomfort, it was why she always had music wrapping around her head everywhere she went, why music was the reason she was able to keep herself grounded and speaking to the man in front of her, it was part of the reason Bradley upset her when he caused it to glitch out, it was her way of playing an old tape that would rewind in her brain. She was remembering priceless memories without a VHS tape and a VHS player so she could relive those days, she could’ve asked Goose, he had all the surfing tapes of him and Maverick’s surfing runs, she had seen a couple in her last visits. 

She wanted more, she wanted to get over the fact that what she lost was just a small setback, but she couldn’t wrap her head around it, why would she? She would never probably ever recover from what the world calls someone’s biggest loss and there was only one person that truly knew her fate and feelings, Penny, she was the one who dragged Y/N out of her house after months of nothing but stale saltines and scratched up tapes that her father made on his free time. 

She had no one to support her, no one to tell her how to live, she was just stuck. She couldn’t tell Goose much more about herself without fear of too much exposure, fear of sharing so much she would crumple below his feet and drown, she didn’t know how many more days she could look at a surfer and feel this pain in her stomach, the one where her scar from her accident laid, the one accident where her father forced her to sit on the hard solid hospital bed and told her to slow down, only for him to make her promise to never surf again to never do the one thing she loved ever again.

She didn’t know how that felt to most people they would’ve begged, but in that moment it felt like a natural response, the agreement that left her mouth that she would only regret years later and she could tell Goose was tangled, he was tangled in confusion about why she kept something so huge behind her narrow back. 

“Too big, how?” Goose pondered, his fingers were back to tapping to the tune that repeated over the tape till she reached over and changed it again, “Just too many rooms for one person,” She replied stiffly, finally turning off the radio, her shift was over.

“I would love to stay with you and chat, old Goose, but I have to continue packing, I’m almost done,” She put on a fake smile, gripping hold of her belongings and giving Goose a small hug, she knew he was pushy on purpose, it was his whole being to be like a father. 

“I’ll see you around then, little duckling.”

Y/N gave her final farewells for the night, glancing out the back door to see Bob and Bradley messing around before she turned her heel and headed out the front doors towards the parking lot, perhaps, something good could come from Bradley and Goose. 

Or it could be something that ruins her forever.

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