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headcannons for hobbies? Like what they do on their off time?

Hi nonnie! I actually did a Hobbies HC for “all” ops a long time ago. But seeing that was before the expanded bios, and it only reached up to Gridlock and Mozzie, I’d say it’s time for an updated version, don’t you say?

Some of the answers are unchanged from the old post, because I already nailed it or the new info didn’t disprove my ideas. But I had to revise a lot of the answers I gave the first time around! In order to find their hobbies and/or get a glimpse of their lives beyond Rainbow and what they might like, I read all the bios, and looked up concept art, and elites, and past battlepass content, etc. And when none of that was enough, I just went with my gut instinct 😂 Thank you to @grain-crain-drain, @dagoth-menthol & @todragonsart for bouncing ideas with me when I was stuck! 💕

Hobbies Headcanons for ALL ops (up to Neon Dawn)

FBI

- Ash: According to her savta, shooting things is not a hobby, but Ash disagrees. And since according to her expanded bio she knows Hebrew, Arabic, English, French and Greek, I’m willing to bet she enjoys learning languages as well. - Thermite: He grew up on a ranch and loves riding. He’s also taken an interest in improving gadgets it seems, so my old proposal that he dabbles in forging/smithing stuff seems plausible. And based on this concept art, demolition derbies attending and maybe even competing himself too? - Pulse: He’s interested in a variety of topics and goes through phases of intense, nearly obsessive focus, until something else captures his attention. He still has a lingering fondness for building muscle cars, since it was something he used to do with his father. And like Thermite and Hibana, it seems he might enjoy demolition derbies. - Castle: He’s a language nerd, studying/reading/practicing new languages is his hobby for sure. Since the expanded bio says he rescues abused dogs, I don’t think it would be far fetched he volunteered at animal shelters too.

SAS

- Thatcher: Aside from repairing his boat, The Iron Maggie, he also enjoys fishing. He used to do that with his dad & brothers, and tried to take the rest of the SAS fishing as a bonding experience. It didn’t go very well - Sledge: He plays rugby, and has an inexplicable fondness of trying the wildest ideas that tend to end with something broken, be it one of his bones or a structure or wall (just read his extended psychological profile and you’ll see, lmao) - Smoke: Boxing, it helps him focus all his chaotic energy. And chemistry in general, it’s not just a hobby but a passion of his. - Mute: he enjoys tinkering with stuff, taking it apart and then putting it back together in a different way, just to see if he can improve it or make it work in his own way. Flying drones plays perfectly into that, with the added bonus of being able to do the flying part just for fun too.

GIGN

- Montagne: His main passion is working with people, teaching and mentoring others, and therefore when he’s not on duty, his main passtime still is mingling with people and getting to know them. I could see him making overtures with Castle, interested in the American and fascinated by his knowledge of various languages, an area Monty feels insecure about due to only knowing French and English. - Twitch: Engineering, robotics and developing an empathic AI is her life.Twitch is a workaholic passionate about those topics. She also greatly enjoys traveling and, according to her expanded bio, people watching. - Doc: He surely had some hobby at one point, but he can’t remember it, or the last time he had free time for it. Doc is also a workaholic, although one that loves to complain about it. - Rook: Apparently he’s passionate about cycling, auto racing, and rock concerts. Mainly cycling though, since he dropped out of university to cycle around France.

Spetsnaz

- Tachanka: He collects and repairs old weapons. Mostly soviet, but he has some interesting pieces from other countries too. And he dances surprisingly well. - Kapkan: Aside from a certain interest in psychology, his main hobby is hunting, of course. But he also whittles and carves wooden figurines. - Glaz: Quite obviously, painting. He’s an artist, and quite a good one. He also likes playing cards, especially poker. - Fuze: He builds new weapon prototypes for fun. And tests them, if he can convince Six of it. He also likes to bake from time to time, a skill he learnt thanks to his grandma - and because he has a sweet tooth.

GSG9

- Jäger: Planes. Model planes, repairing old WWI & II planes, you name it. And watching copious amounts of documentaries. - Bandit: His bike is his main hobby, both taking care of it and riding it. He also likes playing pool; and, if pranking people counts as a hobby, that’s his oldest one, dating from when he was a kid. - Blitz: He was and still is an athlete at heart, and Blitz loves running. - IQ: In order to disconnect from engineering pursuits, she indulges in rock climbing, spelunking, and writing science fiction stories.

JTF2

- Buck: He crafts mechanical puzzles, and enjoys all kinds of physical activity that can take place outdoors. - Frost: She just loves being surrounded by nature, and often goes mountain climbing or diving.

SEAL

- Valkyrie: Swimming and diving, of course! She wanted to be a professional swimmer, but now it’s just a hobby. And apparently she enrolled for a helicopter pilot license, and language classes. - Blackbeard: According to the expanded bios, he likes sailing and even participated in a championship. And since he climbed Mount Everest, it’s safe to say he also likes mountain climbing.

BOPE

- Capitao: He loves football, playing or watching it, doesn’t matter, he’s all for it. - Caveira: Spends a lot of time practicing Jiu Jitsu, in the gym and also on unofficial tournaments.

SAT

- Hibana: For her it’s traditional Japanese archery (Kyūdō). And probably demolition derbies too accounting that concept art from before with Thermite and Pulse. - Echo: According to the expanded bio, he has few interests outside work, but I always imagined he’d be into gaming and e-sports. Hacking too, and that’s a direct influence from Dokkaebi.

GEO

- Jackal: He plays the acoustic guitar/spanish guitar, and sings too. And now we also know he volunteers with at-risk youth. - Mira: Fixing cars is second nature to her, and thanks to her expanded bio we know she also does metal sculptures that incorporate used mechanical parts.

SDU

- Ying: Extreme driving, which can sometimes trigger her PTSD, and traveling. Especially exploring cities by randomly jumping in public transport and just going anywhere. - Lesion: He is also one to volunteer in underprivileged areas (like Junk Bay, where he grew up), and clearing mines and other unexploded devices. I also imagine him with a certain gusto for playing blackjack.

GROM

- Zofia: If obsessing about her father’s supposed suicide and the oddities surrounding it, and desperately trying to reconnect with her sister count as hobbies, sure, she has those. - Ela: She’s also an artist, one with a very particular vision that some have called narcissistic. Apparently she also does some “freelance” volunteer work, roaming the streets at night and offering help/comfort, or a willing ear to the people she meets.

707SMB

- Vigil: He likes to take walks around the forest, just aimless exploring and marvelling at nature and any animals he might come across. Often listens to relaxing music while doing so, and he might pick a pretty rock here and there to bring home. - Dokkaebi: Hacking is her hobby, of course. She also has several social media profiles and is an active member in a couple of hacking forums. As per a previous battlepass, I believe she enjoys mountain trekking too. And dancing to electro beat, due to her elite.

CBRN

- Lion: His rebel years left him with an appreciation for rock music and a dream to be in a group. Lion still plays the electric guitar, when he’s not off volunteering at the local church. - Finka: Pushed by her parents from a young age to try different sports, just like her siblings, she eventually discovered a strong love for fencing and ice-skating.

GIS

- Maestro: Cooking, and boxing, an interest he shares with Smoke. But mostly cooking. - Alibi: She’s also a marksman, engages Ash in friendly shooting competitions.

GSUTR

- Clash: She’s very involved in different activist causes, mostly surrounding racial issues and inequality. - Maverick: Photography, mostly nature or candid shots of his fellow operators. I also think he likes horses and riding. And Buzkashi of course, but he hasn’t played since he left Kabul.

GIGR

- Kaid: Playing chess, he’s a good strategist and it shows. And while dozing off with a cat on his lap is not a hobby, he also loves that. - Nomad: Traveling to all sorts of remote locations, she’s an explorer with a thirst to prove herself. She also keeps a travel journal, which includes maps and some drawings of the places she’s seen.

SASR

- Mozzie: Dirt biking, of course. The more dangerous the jumps and stunts are, the more he likes it. He knows his limits and works to surpass them. - Gridlock: Robotics. She still wants to compete again in robot championships, just like she and Mozzie did so many years ago. She would consider that fixing cars and vehicles has become more part of her job than a hobby, but still loves it too.

Phantom Sight

- Nokk: Fencing, as evidenced by some of her concept art, she participated in fencing tournaments. - Warden: He knows appearances are important, and he cultivated a very specific image, so he likes to take care of that, be it by buying luxury or antique cars, or designer suits, etc.

Ember Rise

- Amaru: Archeology and exploring the Amazon jungle is her passion. It used to be her whole life and job, but since she joined Rainbow, she’s been busy with training and missions, yet she never lost her love for adventure, history and protecting her country’s cultural artifacts. - Goyo: He’s a really good chess player, and enjoys other games where he either has to think, or his usual poker face and calm demeanor can throw his opponents off.

Shifting Tides

- Kali: When she’s not writing reports about her underlings progress, or making lists about who should be ascended/rewarded, who needs to be punished or chastised, etc, she’ll be doing yoga, since it helps her focus. Or hardcore pilates when she needs to burn away some frustration first. - Wamai: Diving and being underwater in general, be it on his special immersion tanks or on the actual sea, it doesn’t matter. He finds it calming (and he’s addicted to the anoxia sensation)

Void Edge

- Iana: Space exploration fascinates her, and she’s always trying to learn everything she can about the cosmos, watching documentaries and conducting her own in-depth research. - Oryx: Wrestling helps him hone his physical prowess, and it’s also a measured outlet for his deep seated rage. He also greatly enjoys reading poetry.

Steel Wave

- Melusi: She’s committed to the conservation cause, which stems from both her love of wildlife and nature, and her protective instincts. She likes to explore too, although she’s not driven by a will to prove herself or reach certain goals, but simply for the joy of seeing natural spaces. - Ace: Social Media. He’s obsessed with his public image and popularity. While he travels quite a bit, it seems he does it more to share new and exciting selfies on Instagram than for the pleasure of visiting new places.

Shadow Legacy

- Zero: He knits and crochets, it’s an engaging hobby that helps him clear his mind, plus he enjoys making stuff too. Not many people know about this side of him though.

Neon Dawn

- Aruni: She and Hero, her giant pouched rat, volunteer on landmine detection and removal efforts. She also likes to travel extensively, and has done so in the company of Twitch and Nomad.

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joontier · 4 years

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“One-Love”| CH. 2 - The Newcomer

–> Summary: Love translates to zero in the tennis scoring system – the only thing keeping the scoreless player on the court is his love for the game.

–> Pairings: jung hoseok x female reader; kim seokjin x female reader

–> Rating: NC17

–> Genre/warnings: tennis player hoseok! au; tennis player seokjin! au; crazy rich asians inspired! au; fluff, humor (as usual), eventual smut; more warnings as the story progresses

–> Words: 2.4k

–> A/N: Words that are both in bold and italics are spoken in Korean

“One-Love” Masterlist

Chapter 2: The Newcomer

“Jung Hoseok!”

He doesn’t even spare you a glance when he runs past you, letting out an evil cackle. “That’s right! Run away before I catch up Jung!”

“Ah your Korean is improving! I wish your legs would too!”

Tennis lessons with Hoseok are on a daily basis now: mornings with him during Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and you spend afternoons with him during the remaining days. Although Hoseok won’t be able to beat you in a game anytime soon, the boy is continuously working on his ground shots and is making daily progress.

Hoseok’s regular training has not only drastically improved his skills but also your father’s tennis clinic. For some reason, your cheeky stranger-turned-friend had convinced at least twenty more people to play tennis, both students and parents alike. Soon enough, your dad’s tennis clinic was flourishing. All six courts at Thames were fully-booked during mornings and afternoons.

When Hoseok initially expressed his intention to train daily, it had worried your father because he knew daily practice could easily burn Hoseok out and eventually stop playing altogether and for Hoseok was not worth the risk, especially for someone like him who has shown so much potential in such a short period of time.

Hoseok was relentless nevertheless, constantly convincing your father to have his trainings scheduled on a daily basis. As much as your father enjoys teaching the sport he loves the most, he always prioritizes his students’ well-being before anything else.

When you had asked Hoseok about it, he was undecided if he had plans of going professional. All he knew was that he wanted to take his training seriously, wherever it may take him in the future. He had the markings of a true athlete – passionate and determined, but in this discipline, you can only get so far without support (and later on, sponsors).

Your father then advised Hoseok to voice this concern to his parents to help him decide. The boy came to practice one afternoon, his mother trailing behind him and both clad in a matching all-white ensemble just like when you first saw Hoseok. Mrs. Jung, unsurprisingly just as bright as her son, was smiling the whole way though. “Well, Hobi talks so much about it that I wanted to try it for myself too,” she jokes as Hoseok shows her around and introduces her to the rest of the group.

Hoseok leaves his mother with your dad for the meanwhile while he gets his warm-ups done. She tells him on, telling stories of how her son would come home all sticky from practice, sharing what he had done both at school and during training. “Truth is…” she starts, watching her son jog laps around the court, “…I’ve never seen my son so happy before. He’s even doing better in school nowadays! I know he’s already smart but he’s definitely different now…”

“Your son is very smart, Mrs. Jung,” you can’t help but attest her statement. It’s the truth anyways and you’re going to support you friend all the way.

“Ah you must be ________!” Mrs. Jung extends her arm out and you return the gesture. “Oh you’re too sweet. No wonder Hobi lik—”

“Mom!” Hoseok cuts in quickly, chuckling nervously. “Sorry, she gets carried away all the time.” He pulls her away from where you and your dad were standing, muttering about learning basic stretching routines and spreading rumors as he drags her away.

“Seokjin Kim,” Nadia mutters from where she’s seated from the bleachers, only a meter away from where you’re standing in the court. With one hand holding up the cookie she’s munching on, the other sweeps away the crumbs that fall on the glossy pages of her book.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Seokjin Kim!” Her voice gets louder, catching the attention of a few students who were passing by. She points with a chocolate chip-stained finger to the boy who’s drawing attention to himself with his unforeseen talent.

“Seokjin Kim – one year ahead, owns two penthouses at Narra Residences aka just the most expensive residential building in this country? Shipping magnate? Kim Logistics? DM Forwarding Services? Surely, you’ve heard one of those names…” You don’t answer, not following where she’s this conversation was heading. “…right?” She purses her lips at you, ‘tsk’-ing at your lack of knowledge on these ‘basic’ things. Honestly, you haven’t been paying much attention to what she’s telling you for the past minute, but who could possibly have?

His broad shoulders alone are enough to demand attention. You honestly would have mistaken him for a swimmer than a tennis player with the sheer broadness of it. The boy unbelievably has sharp features too for someone who is allegedly around your age. Strong brows, cat-like eyes, and those lips, god! You don’t even want to start on those plump lips, how wonderful it must feel to touch them with the pads of your fingers, how soft they must be against your slightly calloused fingers. As if on cue, the stranger lets his tongue poke out a little to moisten those glorious lips that it takes such a great effort from you not to gasp.

Nearly inhuman face aside, you are at awe at how he hits the ball with such power. Almost all his shots land near the baseline. For once you see Agus, one of the lead instructors, return them with slight struggle. For now, tennis at Thames was viewed as more of additional fitness regime for students and parents alike. Thames wasn’t known for homing aspiring tennis players, though that was ought to change when your dad came to the school. That’s why when Seokjin readies himself for a serve, you see Agus move a few steps behind the baseline, feet shuffling – one thing latter the only does when he’s nervous.

Admittedly, there was still obviously plenty to work on – Seokjin’s forehand is comparatively weak, his slices only land with pure luck but this new kid’s backhand and serves are fatal. He makes up the lack of spin with his strength, which is by the way, evidenced by the expanse of skin afforded by his sleeveless dry-fit top where his toned arms are on full display.

Surely this boy couldn’t possibly be a year older than you as mentioned by Nadia? With a face and body like that?

“Well honey, let me fill you in on the basics. Seokjin Kim, one of two heirs of shipping magnate Hyungjin Kim. Nearing a century in the industry, Kim Logistics is one of the leading multinational logistics company, supporting global trade in over a hundred countries and servicing the world through eighty thousand employees. Kim Logistics has monopolized the shipping industry particularly in Asia where the shortened name ‘KimLo’ has been declared a household name for forwarding services.”

You let out a puff of air, breathless even though Nadia did all the speaking. How she learned all this information was beyond you. “On top of that, his dad is included in Forbes Korea’s Top 20.”

“Who are you talking about?” The same question is heard for the second time today, this time by Hoseok who sets his tennis bag down beside a sighing Nadia. “Do y’all even know a single soul in this campus?”

“Nope. Sorry who are you again?”

“Hey! I just got here!”

As Hoseok rummages through his bag for his shoes, you tell him about the newcomer, Nadia reluctantly filling in the details you couldn’t remember. Just like you, Hoseok doesn’t really pay attention to what this Seokjin dude has to offer, how much his family was worth, or what damned list his father is on. He watches you watch the newcomer with such fascination, wondering if you find him attractive or you were just curious. Undoubtedly, Seokjin Kim was truly a sight to behold, that he can admit to himself but will never say out loud, not when there’s going to be another guy who could possibly steal all your attention.

You don’t even notice that he’s gotten braces.

If it wasn’t obvious enough, Hoseok has been harboring quite the crush on you. His mother knows, his best friend Namjoon knows, Jimin knows (for some reason, the now eight-year-president has the sense for these things), twins Jason and Jake from tennis know, heck, even Mickey, the family dog, probably knows he likes you! Obviously like the coward that he is, there is absolutely no way he’s going to confess his feelings, not when you’re already great friends. He’s already decided that your friendship is worth more than a romantic one.

Soon enough, your father calls you both to the court for practice. You both bid Nadia goodbye, who decides it’s time for to her to go home and finish some school work. Your dad waves, gesturing for you to come over where he is, now standing beside Seokjin. Hoseok’s heart clenches when you greet the new guy, jealousy adding to the pain brought about by the new installments on his teeth. Nevertheless, he follows suit, flashing Seokjin a smile. When you finally notice his braces, you give him a flick on his forearm, gesturing to the brackets on his teeth. Hoseok’s stance straightens at this, chest puffing out lightly before you both head off to do your warm-ups.

After your warm-ups with him, Hoseok barely got to talk to you during practice.

Your father has made you do a practice set with the newcomer. You win the grueling match with a tight score of 7-5, a set that lasted for an hour and has every one on the courts on edge. The afternoon training sessions had already ended halfway through your match and nearly all of the trainees present became spectators. Although Seokjin had won the first two games, you had managed to catch up, nerves wearing out. Seokjin was strong and agile but you outsmarted him, returning his shots to his forehand and tiring him out by making him run all over.

You were… for lack of a more appropriate word, exhausted. Every fiber of your muscle was on fire, you were sweating more than you did in a sauna, and you were gasping for breath after every game. At four all, you had completely lost track of scoring, fully depending on the umpire. Truthfully, you were doubtful that you could score a game against Seokjin, let alone beat him.

You had lost hope the moment your father told you to play a set with the Seokjin.

You knew this set wasn’t only to see how Seokjin plays – his strengths and weaknesses but this match was also a critical point at your father’s reputation. There were plenty of people watching, more from those who were on their way home from their afternoon activities. If you would win, your father’s credibility could be strengthened, despite having just half of the strength Seokjin possesses. You didn’t even want to think about the consequences of losing.

Hoseok could see right through the façade you were putting up during the first games – you were anxious. You talked less, you barely smiled and if you did, it looked forced. The rest of the spectators looked just as intense as you and Seokjin: muted, save the resonating sound of the fuzzy ball hitting against the strings of the racket. Hoseok rummages through his bag and takes out his two iPads and clicks on the Notes applications. The umpire calls for a water break, the perfect opportunity. He holds both gadgets on his hands whooping and cheering for you.

‘If it were easy I would do it!’ ‘I stayed up all night doing this sign.’

Your cheeks are on fire, hiding your face with a towel from the embarrassment. The onlookers join in instantly, cheering under Hoseok’s lead. Your dad and Seokjin even laughs when Hoseok doesn’t leave Seokjin out, cheering him on as well. Hoseok smiles when he sees the same slowly etch into your anxious features. He’s supposed to leave now, his training over and all, but he decides to stay despite the missed call and text messages he’s been receiving from his driver and his mom. Before you both knew it, the set ends and some of the spectators go nearer and congratulate you.

Hoseok deems this as his time to take leave, handing his bags to his driver Adit. He takes another look at you who’s attending to all those who have come to you and Seokjin to commend the match. When the small crowd clears away, you’re left with just Seokjin. You have been looking for Hoseok when the match as you owe him a great deal of thanks. Your eyes drift left to right searching for the boy with the gleaming smile. That’s odd, since Hoseok never leaves without saying goodbye.

When Seokjin calls your name, your searching is momentarily stopped. “Hey, great game earlier.” You realize that the two of you have never talked when the match ended, so you shake his hand with an apologetic smile. “You gave me a hard time back there.” He laughs at this, muttering something about trying at the very least.

“I guess we’ll be seeing each other more often then?”

“Ye-oh!” You’re caught mid-sentence when you accidentally step on a stray ball. You feel your knee giving in but a pair of strong arms catch you. One hand initially lands on your breast but your savior immediately adjusts it down to your waist to help you get up.

Holy fuck!

You’re rendered speechless at what just transpired, shuffling your feet so you turn face to face with Seokjin. “I-I uhh…” You have lost absolutely all coherence and that carnal feeling that shoots through your core. You never had experience with a boy before, let alone have one grope you. Good god. You were royally fucked. It doesn’t help that Seokjin is also staring at you, eyes a lighter brown with the sunlight in his eyes. You gulp as your eyes travel to his neck…were men’s necks always this…delectable? He seems even hotter now that he’s drenched in sweat. ‘No!’ shouts the little voice at the back of your head, screaming at you for the past ten seconds, scolding at you for not getting ahold of yourself.

Your father coughs, breaking the tension-filled air instantaneously. He bids goodbye as he hands you your tennis bag. Your father doesn’t linger any longer, yet you know he’s expecting you to follow at once. Settling with a curt wave towards Seokjin, you jog after your dad who’s walking farther away.

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watchmist1412 · 6 years

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BTI Chapter 7

Co-written by @bloodredruby and @watchmist1412

BTI Fanart // Nalu cover // Gruvia cover

Words ~ 5200

Rated K+

Summary: Figure Skating AU. After an accident Gray, a professional figure skater, has to take some time off to heal and he’s not enjoying it AT ALL. What he didn’t expect was meeting Juvia, a swimmer tired of her career, even less ending up as her coach. Lucy, an aspiring figure skater, came to realize it was a whole new experience with a pink haired weirdo and his equally weird cat by her side.

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Lucy winced as she landed the Axel jump barely being able to keep her balance for a split second before stumbling and almost falling to the cold hard ice. She could feel Aquarius glaring daggers at her back.

They had been practicing that move almost the whole training session now and she didn’t seem to be making much progress. Needless to say her coach had been beginning to feel a little irritated. Well it wasn’t like it needed much trying to get Aquarius angry. Lucy seemed to be achieving that just by being near her.

Lucy had always prided herself for being a relatively fast learner so she shouldn’t be taking that much to get a move right. She didn’t know what was wrong with her on that day but she just couldn’t do it! It frustrated her to no ends. And more importantly she did not want to manage with her equally frustrated coach.

“Just. What. Do you think. You’re doing.” Lucy winced once again. Aquarius made a point to emphasize each word but kept her tone low. That wasn’t good. She almost wished the woman was yelling at her.

“It’s not like you haven’t executed similar moves! I just don’t get it. All day it’s like you have your head in the clouds! ”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, that’s not the point! That’s a move you really have to know!” the older woman scoffed “You know what? Forget it. We’re done for today.”

“What? But I still haven’t-“

“Yeah, yeah I know. If it’s an off day for you it’s no use staying here. It’s a big waste of time for both of us. You can do some stamina training or something, I don’t care.” Aquarius moved to the edges of the rink and Lucy followed her after a brief moment of hesitation.

“Next time I expect you to execute that without having to touch the ice. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The two started undoing their skates in silence.

“You know, I’m really wondering which idiot was your previous teacher. You’re not terrible yourself but you really lack in some practical departments.”

Lucy felt her heart jump out of her chest. There it was. She couldn’t have avoided that topic forever. “Oh, umm. You see the thing is…” she stumbled with her words. “I didn’t really have a skating teacher.”

“WHAT?” Aquarius turned to look at her with wide eyes “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mostly learned on my own. Mom helped me at first but then… Well I practiced on my own with a little help of the owner of the local rink. He didn’t give me full lessons but he helped me with whatever I needed.”

“Wait, are you saying Jude couldn’t afford to get you a skating teacher?”

“He… wasn’t really fond of the idea of me following my mother’s footsteps. He even forbade me from skating.” Lucy laughed awkwardly. She had gone to great lengths to sneak past him and train whenever she could.

“Oh my- Oh, he’s so dead! That absolute moron forbade Layla’s daughter from skating!! Just you wait I’ll-”

At that moment a ringtone sounded through the rink and Aquarius frantically searched her handbag to pull out her phone. Lucy tried not to look so relieved at the interruption.

“What?” She answered the phone angrily. “YOU DID WHAT?”

Lucy almost felt bad for the person calling. The woman wasn’t in her best mood at the moment. At least it wasn’t directed at her anymore.

“You unbelievable little- Okay, just stay where you are I’m coming.” She finished the call while spouting not so kind words at the black screen of the cellphone.

“I have to go.” She turned to Lucy “Something came up.”

The blonde sighed in relief. That phone call was her savior!

“This isn’t over yet, you know.” Aquarius said, reading Lucy’s mind, before she left the room in a hurry.

That was a very tiring day… But at least she was done with practice earlier than expected! Now she could go home, have a nice warm bath, take a long nap and-

“Hey Lucy!”

“WHAT THE-“ The girl in question screamed in surprise as bright pink head sprouted seemingly out of nowhere. “NATSU??”

“Well yeah, it’s me, are you having memory problems from that age?”

“I know it’s you idiot! Will you ever stop doing that?”

“Do what?” Natsu asked blinking innocently.

“Oh you know exactly what I mean.” Lucy squinted at him “Why can’t you go into a room like a normal person.”

“I did come in like a normal person! But the crazy lady was here and I think she still keeps a grudge on me.”

“That’s ridiculous, she doesn’t- wait no, you may have a point…”

“See!” Natsu grinned in triumph.

“Wait, how long were you hiding?”

“Hmm, not sure. I was done with practice early and I came to see how you were doing.”

Lucy felt her heart jump inside her chest.

Had he heard about Lucy’s dad? Did he know who she was? She didn’t want that! She didn’t want him to treat her differently…

“You didn’t hear anything… weird?” she asked cautiously.

“Weird? No, not really. I was too far away to hear what you were talking about if that’s what you meant.”

Lucy sighed in relief “It wasn’t anything serious anyway.”

“Though, I was here long enough to see you fail in the Axel jump” he smirked.

“I’m working on that!” Lucy exclaimed glaring at her companion “I’ll have it down in no time, you just caught me on a bad day.” She defended herself.

“Hey, don’t worry about it! Everyone has their bad days. I remember when I first started skating I had a huge problem with it! Gildarts was ready to give up on me!”

“Really? I found that pretty easy, it was one of the first moves I mastered.”

“I salute you for that. I still struggle with that stuff.”

“Oh, I know!” Natsu’s whole face brightened up “We could practice together tomorrow! I could help you with that!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? I don’t have practice with Gildarts anyway.”

“Thanks.” Lucy smiled at him gratefully. “I really appreciate it.”

Lucy picked up her backpack and slid it on her left shoulder adjusting the strap so that it wouldn’t slide off “Well I should get going now. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, bye!” Natsu waved at her excitedly.

Lucy moved to exit the rink but before she even took one step forward she felt a hand grabbing her by the shoulder and turning her around forcibly.

“NO WAIT!”

Lucy looked at her fellow skater quizzing. “Okay?”

“Ahh I can’t believe I almost forgot! It’s your fault you know!” he pointed at Lucy accusatory

“What? How is it my fault I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Lucy furrowed her eyebrows.

“The reason I came to see you!” Natsu exclaimed excitedly “Come on, I need to show you something.” He grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her towards the exit.

“Hey, hey, you can’t just drag me like that! You didn’t even ask if I had anything else to do!” Lucy pulled back at Natsu’s arm and pulled both of them to a halt.

The boy turned to her with a blank expression as if contemplating something before asking “Do you have anything else to do?”

“No…”

“Why are you making this complicated then?” Natsu looked at her judgingly “Weirdo.”

“Hey, we’ve been through this before!!”

“Yeah well you don’t seem to have stopped proving me right.”

“You know what, I think something just came up.”

“Nooo wait Lucy I didn’t mean it!”

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In the end Lucy caved in to Natsu’s pleas and let her new friend drag her through the building before stopping in front of a wooden door somewhere in the second floor.

“Wait, wait!” Lucy stopped the boy before he could turn the door handle to let them in.

“What?”

She pointed at the sign that hanged in the center of the door that read ‘staff only’ “Are you sure we can go in there?”

“Lucy?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re part of Fairy Tail now, you’re basically the staff.”

“Oh…”

“Besides we put the sign there.” He stepped into the room while opening his arms widely. “Welcome to our hideout!!”

Lucy carefully stepped inside and was immediately greeted with an explosion of colors.

The small roomed was crumped with two brown and one blue single seat sofas with a huge TV screen on the center of the room. On a first notice the room was pretty messy. There were clothes lying around on the floor and small everyday things like some headphones and plushies. And was that a mini fridge on the corner? However it didn’t look bad. It had sort of a lived in feeling to it. It was comforting.

Lucy eyes were immediately drawn to the tall bright red bookshelf that took up one of the walls of the room. It was filled with books, CDs, figurines and trophies. Lucy smiled subconsciously as she came closer and browsed through the shelves recognizing a few titles.

��So what do you think?”

“That’s amazing!” she turned at her companion with a huge grin. “What is this room?”

“Oh it’s our little hideout. We come here to relax and hang out in between practice. You can come here anytime you want!”

“Really?”

“Yeah sure, I wouldn’t have brought you there otherwise!”

Lucy felt the corners of her mouth twitch up “Thanks, I’ll take you on that offer.”

Natsu flashed a bright smile in response. “Hey you wanna play some games?”

“Games?”

The boy gestured to the TV at the end of the room and Lucy noticed for the first time a small gaming device being plugged into it.

“It has mostly old games but I think those are the best. So what do you say?” Natsu looked at her with wide expectant eyes.

“Ah, I’m not sure…”

“Please!!!”

Lucy could only hold her rink mate’s puppy dog eyes for three seconds before caving in. Seriously it should be illegal for a grown up man to be this cute “Okay fine! I guess I can stay for a few games…”

“Yessss!!” Natsu ran to the game console fumbling with a few CDs lost in his own world while Lucy moved awkwardly to one of the couches trying not to regret her decision. A few games wouldn’t hurt would they?

“Ah, that’s right!” Natsu exclaimed as he turned sharply to the other occupant of the room “I should probably let you chose” he said as he held up several game cases that Lucy didn’t recognize. “So, what do you wanna play first?”

“No, it’s okay you choose. I… don’t really know any of them.”

Natsu looked puzzled before holding up one of the games again “Come on you don’t even know Tekken?”

“Sorry, no. I haven’t really played any video games.” She really couldn’t, not with her father thinking they were a massive waste of time.

Natsu looked at her scandalized with his mouth open wide and a hand clutching his heart. “You’ve seriously never played?? Oh man I can’t believe this we have to fix that immediately.” He quickly popped a cd into the console and flopped into the couch next to Lucy.

“Prepare to be amazed, that’s my favorite game of all time.” He said as he handed Lucy a controller. “I won’t be going easy on you just because you’re a newbie you know!”

“I wasn’t expecting anything less.” Lucy smiled before turning back to the screen.

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“NO NO NO NO!!! AHH DAMN IT!”

A large K.O appeared at the TV screen and a video of the finishing blow replayed after it.

Natsu glared at Lucy through his eyelashes “You cheated!”

“Hey, I didn’t cheat! It’s not my fault I have natural talent!”

“You definitely lied! No way you were playing for the first time!”

“You’re just grumpy because I’m better than you!” Lucy smirked.

“What? Hah, I was just going easy on you cause you were new.”

“What happened to ‘I won’t be going easy on you just because you’re a newbie you know!’ ” Lucy did a poor imitation of her fellow skater only to have a pillow thrown at her general direction.

“Shut up, don’t get stuck in the past!”

“It was literally an hour ago.”

“Shh, the past. I demand a rematch!!”

“What again? This is our 10th round! Just admit I’m better than you.”

“Never…” whispered Natsu in a low tone that sent Lucy into a fit of giggles.

“Seriously though, let’s take a break I’m getting a bit tired”

“Fine! This isn’t over!”

Natsu went to turn off the TV and console while sending her fake glares and Lucy curled up in her couch. This was surprisingly very fun. She could really get used to this she thought and a faint smile found its way to her face.

Of course she should have known better to expect a moment of calmness in this rink… To say Lucy was surprised when she felt a sudden weight in her lap would be a huge understatement. It didn’t help that when her eyes immediately shot down she locked eyes with a small blue cat.

They stared at each other for less than a second before Lucy’s mind processed the situation and she let out a surprised shriek startling the cat. Lucy stood up from the couch and jumped behind it in a speed she didn’t know she was capable of as soon as the cat had left her lap. She didn’t know if that was made clear enough but the cat was blue!! Blue! She wasn’t a cat expert but she knew that wasn’t in the very least natural!

“What, what is it?” Natsu got up alarmed as he tried to locate the reason for Lucy’s screams.

In response she mutely pointed to the small animal which was now looking at her almost with confusion as she tried to calm her racing heart from the surprise. The boy’s eyes followed to where her finger was pointing and broke into a soft smile.

“Oh hey buddy! I didn’t know you were awake.”

Lucy stared in astonishment as the cat mewed at the pink haired boy and went to rub it’s head in his leg as Natsu petted it softly.

“You know the cat??”

“What? Of course I should know him, it’s my cat!”

Lucy continued to stare at the duo in bewilderment. “Your… cat.” She said slowly.

“Ah that’s right! I haven’t introduced you two yet.” He picked up the cat and turned to her direction. “Lucy this is Happy, Happy this is Lucy! She may seem a bit weird but you get used to her.” He said stage whispering the last part.

“Hey, you- wait are pets even allowed in the building?”

Natsu theatrically gasped and pulled Happy closer to his chest “Pet! Happy’s not a pet he’s my friend! And he’s technically allowed as long as he doesn’t bother anyone.”

“Technically? So he’s- you know what, I don’t care at this point…”

Natsu shot her a smile that slowly turned into a frown “Wait what got you scared before? Don’t tell me it was Happy?”

Lucy bit her lip and looked away from the other skater.

“It was!” he said in delight “Oh man this is golden, Happy’s harmless! Well unless you’re a pillow he really likes to destroy those.”

“Shut up I wasn’t scared, I was just startled! You don’t see a blue cat pop out of nowhere every day! Wait we’ve overlooked that for too long. Why the hell is your cat blue?”

“Ah yes…” Natsu rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly “You see he had a bit of an accident.”

“Yes?” Lucy prompted him

“So I was mixing some colors to paint my room when Happy was just a kitten. When I took my eyes of him for a few minutes he managed to fall right into a full bucket of blue paint.”

Lucy stared at him in disbelief “Are you kidding me, shouldn’t it have come off?”

“Yeah that’s the problem… you see I was kind of experimenting with some chemicals and the paint turned out to be permanent.”

“Experimenting- why would you be experimenting with paint? You really shouldn’t be trusted with another living being.”

“Hey Happy’s okay with it, right buddy?”

The cat mewed loudly as if agreeing and Lucy sighed in defeat flopping back into the couch. “Ah I give up…”

It wasn’t long before she felt something bump against her leg and looked down to see the cat once again by her side. She hesitated for a second before slowly petting his head. Lucy smiled unconsciously as Happy relaxed into her hand and purred softly.

“Wow, he really likes you.” Lucy turned to see Natsu looking to the scene in amusement. “It takes some time for him to warm up to strangers. It took him about a month to even sit within ten meters of Laxus. He still doesn’t like him that much.”

“Wait, Laxus? As in Laxus Dreyar, one of the worldwide top figure skaters??”

“Well I wouldn’t call him one of the top anymore, he’s retired.”

“That’s not the point! How do you know Laxus?”

“He’s the grandson of the owner of Fairy Tail.” Natsu said like it was an obvious thing.

Lucy’s eyes widened “Are you serious right now?”

“Ohhh right, most people don’t know that. He used to train here but then he left us to form his own little group. Said we would be holding him back. You’re lucky you didn’t meet him then, he was a bit of an asshole. The console is his by the way, he left it behind and we conveniently forgot to give it back.”

“Wow, it’s amazing!!!”

“Did you hear anything I said??

“Fairy Tail is so amazing!” Lucy continued unbothered “Wait do you know any of the other skaters!”

“Hmm, what do you mean?”

“I’ve heard about so many incredible figure skaters have their training rink in Fairy Tail! Ohhh do you know Titania? She’s so cool I wanna be able to skate like her one day!”

“You won’t be saying that once you meet her.” Mumbled Natsu

“What?”

“Nothing nothing, I said you’ll meet her soon.”

“Really?” a huge smile lighted up Lucy’s face. “Oh how about Fullbuster, is he still here after… you know.”

“Oh the ice princess? Yeah unfortunately you’ll be seeing him soon too.”

“And the Salamander?”

“What?” Natsu chocked out.

“I haven’t really been keeping up with men’s figure skating but I heard the Salamander is in this rink? I saw his performance once and he was so cool!”

“Really, you think he’s cool?”

“Of course, have you seen his skating? He’s on fire every time he enters the ice!”

“Well today’s your lucky day!” Natsu smirked at her.

“Hmm, what do you mean?”

“The Salamander is right here!” He spread his arms wide proudly.

Lucy’s smile fell from her face. “You?? You’re the-”

“Yep, Natsu Dragneel, the Salamander. That’s me!”

“Wait, you’re a pro skater?”

“Yeah of course I am! What did you think?”

“I don’t know, certainly not being a national famous skater!” Lucy exclaimed flustered “Sorry… I- uh, you weren’t what I was expecting.”

“Wow Lucy you really know how to talk to people. I’m not the cool guy you were expecting?” He said with a teasing smile.

“Oh my god, forget everything I said earlier.” Lucy hid her now blushing face behind her hands while Natsu exploded into fits of laughter.

They ended up talking for hours from Natsu’s experiences and encounters at competitions (“I swear Lucy he showed up with black eyeshadow and lipstick, he looked like a Tanuki, and danced as the evil witch putting a spell to his ex girlfriend! I think I saw him cry on the ice…”) to arguing whether vanilla or chocolate ice cream was better. Talking with Natsu was easy, it felt like they were best friends for ages and the conversation never flopped always having something to comment on.

“Hey Natsu can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

“Why pink hair? I mean it doesn’t look bad but it’s an interesting choice of color.”

“Ah yeah, that… You see Luce when you want to dye your hair you should always check the time limit for the dye to set in.”

“No!”

“Yes! It was supposed to be red to match with my skating outfit! Gray teased me for days after that.”

Lucy didn’t notice how much time had passed talking until Levy called to see where she had disappeared.

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It had been a couple of days since Gray last saw the weird blue haired woman and stopped to help her. He still has no idea why he did that. He should have just minded his own business and gone his way but no! His stupid mouth has to open up and blurt out the first thing that came to his mind. After realizing what he’d done he had pressed his lips in a tight line panicking inwardly and wished Juvia hadn’t heard him. Of course luck was never on his side when it came to her.

To make things worse apparently Mira was passing by and saw the whole scene and now she wouldn’t stop teasing him. As if she didn’t have enough teasing material before. She never failed to inform him every time he finished his individual practice that Juvia was in the public rink and Gray always walked away silently cursing the white haired woman. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Juvia. Sure she was a bit weird and their first encounter wasn’t exactly normal but he didn’t hold anything against her. It was more that he had no idea how to act with her.

Gray was lost in his thoughts when he realized he was nearing the reception desk and quickened his pace. He wasn’t in the mood for Mira’s teasing remarks at the moment. However it wasn’t the receptionist he found waiting.

“Gildarts?”

The man looked up from his phone and smiled at him “Hey kiddo! Long time no see! I was waiting for you.”

“What do you want?” he asked suspicious.

“What I’m not allowed to miss my cute little student?”

“You literally took Natsu and I for dinner last week.”

“Ah you’re no fun anymore, I miss when you were all respectful to me when I first started coaching you. Tell me how are you, how the leg going?”

“Good? There’s still some time before I can start official training. But you knew that already.”

Gildarts hummed in agreement “Good, good… So how’s Juvia doing?”

“Good-wait! How do you know about this?” Gray squinted his eyes to the other man.

“Oh, a little bird told me you were voluntary helping a sweet woman with her skating.” He said grinning

“Mira…” Gray grumbled

“They grow up so fast… you already have your own student. And it’s a cute girl nonetheless.” He wiped a fake tear out of his eyes.

“She’s not- Look I don’t know what she told you but they were all lies.”

“Oh so you didn’t give a lesson to this Juvia girl?”

“No! Yes. That’s not- Okay I did but that was a one-time thing!” he fumbled with his words. The man’s grin grew out even more.

“Or go on an ice cream date with her?”

“It wasn’t a date!!” Gray spluttered embarrassed but the older wasn’t finished.

“And you didn’t go completely out of your way to give her tips?”

“What the hell, is she just giving you reports on my life now?”

“Ah so you don’t deny it!” he exclaimed in triumph.

“No, I- Fine believe whatever you want I don’t care! I won’t be helping her anymore that was it.”

“Gray I think you should be her teacher.” Gildarts said in a serious tone the teasing smile having been erased and his former student looked at him in bewilderment.

“Are you joking?”

“No, I’m being completely serious. Gray I know this past few months have been difficult for you and I understand but I feel like you’ve been distanced from us, from your friends.” Gray frowned but before he could talk back the man continued “Mira told me you’ve been livelier these past few days, I really think taking on that girl as a student would help you out.”

“But-“

“No buts, here me out first! It wouldn’t have to interfere with your own training. Just a few hours a week. You will have some social interaction and I believe teaching someone can benefit with your own skating skills.”

“I don’t know Gildarts I have so much going on and…”

His former coach placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder “I know kid, believe me. But I really think this can do you good, I wouldn’t suggest it otherwise. Promise me you’ll think about it?”

“I- yeah okay. I promise.” Gray agreed reluctantly.

“Great!” the smile reappeared on his face “Now excuse me I have to go pick up my cute daughter for dinner!”

“Does Cana know about it?”

“Nope!” he said excited as he walked to the exit door “Don’t forget your promise!”

Gray waved at him until the man disappeared and he dropped his hand down in defeat. What had he gotten himself into?

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After his talk with Gildarts Gray went straight to his house the man’s words circling around his head. He tried to distract himself by binge watching series but after realizing he had no idea what happened in the last three episodes because he was zoning out he gave up. He somehow managed to fall asleep without many problems and had put the whole situation in the back of his head the next morning. Well that was until later that afternoon.

“Gray~” the man in question visibly stiffened as he heard his name being called out by a certain receptionist. This wouldn’t be good. Couldn’t he just go home one day without any interruptions? Please?

He slowly turned around and forced a smile at his friend “Hey Mira… I was just going home.” He tried dropping a hint to be left alone but obviously that wasn’t in the woman’s plans.

She smiled at him sweetly from behind the counter and rested her head on her clasped hands. “Can you do me a small favor?”

“Uh, sure what is it?”

“It’s time to close down the rink and I have to go lock the upper floor down. Would you mind going in the main rink and seeing if anyone’s still there?” she threw something at his direction that Gray caught instinctively realizing it was the rink’s keys when he opened his palm “Lock it too.”

“Close down?” Gray furrowed his eyebrows confused “I didn’t stay that late didn’t I, there’s still half an hour to go.”

“Ah, something came up and I have to leave, I can’t just keep the place open. Now go make sure no one’s getting locked inside.” She smiled again and lightly pushed him to down to the direction of the main rink.

Gray adjusted the straps on his backpack and started moving eager to get done with this as soon as possible. He had a bad feeling about this. Once he reached the metal doors separating the public rink with the corridor he poked his head inside.

He was ready to shout for everyone inside to start leaving before he noticed a single figure in the middle of the ice. Gray felt his words die inside his throat. Of course. Why else would Mira make him go all this way!

Unconsciously he tried to blend in with the background and felt his gaze being drawn to the blue haired woman. She seemed to still be practicing what he had taught her and he felt a strange feeling of pride washing over him as he noticed her improvement. Oh no he was already getting into a teacher mode!

After a few more seconds of staring at her Gray snapped out of his daze remembering the reason he was sent here. Though he was pretty damn sure the reason was different than what he first thought.

“Excuse me we will be closing down now if you could please-” Gray let his sentence fade out as Juvia locked gazes with him her lips forming an O shape.

She moved her arm up and waved shyly at him from the middle of the rink. “Hello!”

“Uh, hey Juvia I didn’t know you were here today… Sorry we’re closing down in a few minutes.”

“Oh sorry Juvia lost track of time!” she said as she skated towards the edge of the rink trying to take her skates out as soon as possible.

“Ah no you’re good don’t worry. We’re just closing a bit sooner today.”

Gray watched as the girl returned the skates to the stand and got her backpack. She stepped outside the door and Gray fumbled with the keys for a second trying to find the right one.

“So how’s your practice going?” he heard himself asking before he could realize it. Stupid mouth of his…

“Oh, umm it’s going good?”

“Are you asking me?” Gray said amused.

“No! It’s good! It’s just that Juvia can’t really judge for herself.”

“Yeah…Well if you practice enough you’re sure to get better at it. You could get in a group too if you want to improve faster.”

Juvia noticeably winced at his words “Juvia can’t. She doesn’t really have a lot of free time.” Gray wondered if the hint of sadness in her voice was his imagination but he couldn’t process it enough before she shot him a bright smile and continued “Juvia is really happy she got to have that one lesson with you! She’ll be going now, it was nice seeing you again.”

Suddenly all Gildarts had said passed through his mind as he looked at the blue haired woman in front of him. She seemed to genuinely enjoy skating.

“Hey are you still up for those lessons?” he asked before he could change his mind.”

“What?” Juvia looked at him with wide eyes.

“You said before you wanted me to teach you, have you changed your mind?”

“NO! Of course not! But you said before-”

“Yeah, I know what I said but I thought about it. So what do you say?”

“Yes of course!!” a huge smile appeared on her face “But how much should Juvia pay you?”

Gray chocked on air. He hadn’t thought about that “Pay?”

“Yeah isn’t that natural?”

“No nope we’re not doing that. I’d feel bad taking money from you I’ve never taught anyone before.”

“But-”

“Nope, I’m not changing my mind on this. Ah we should probably meet up and discuss this more seriously. Do you have time tomorrow?”

Juvia nodded frantically, seemingly still in shock by the whole situation.

“Okay, cool. I, uh… I’ll see you on the rink tomorrow then.” Gray turned on his heels and walked away as fast as he could before he could see her response. If he had stayed any longer he was sure to make a fool of himself.

He passed the reception throwing the keys into Mira’s desk and bolting out of the building. It wasn’t until he was lying on his couch at home when he fully realized what had happened. Surprisingly he didn’t find himself regretting it.

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10 Dog Grooming Tips For Beginners From Professionals

Tired of standard pet grooming visits? Is your skilled canine groomer charging greater than common for primary pet care? Then it’s time so that you can know the perfect canine grooming suggestions given by skilled pet groomers for all canine dad and mom and canine lovers.

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1. Trim Their Nails

Nail trimming kinds a vital step in grooming your pet. Dog nails ought to be trimmed no less than as soon as in a month. Some canine might also require frequent nail filing, possibly as quickly as 2 weeks whereas some canine can look forward to a great Four-6 weeks.

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2. Clean Their Ears

Ear cleansing kinds an vital a part of canine grooming. Your canine’s ears ought to be cleaned no less than as soon as a month. However, when you’ve got a canine with floppy or heavy ears, then it will require frequent cleansing. Doggy ears are vulnerable to growing giant quantities of wax and homes an enormous variety of micro organism.

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Use a smooth toothbrush: Ideally, smooth toothbrushes which are meant for youngsters are greatest to your canine’s delicate gums. If you aren’t profitable at utilizing a toothbrush, use a rubber finger brush as a substitute. If a brush makes your canine uncomfortable, there are particular dental sprays and chew treats accessible as options.

Use a light toothpaste: There are varied sorts of toothpaste particularly designed for canine that don’t comprise substances and chemical substances that human toothpaste incorporates. The harsh chemical substances could be dangerous to canine as they don’t spit after brushing and will ingest the paste.

Four. Wash Their Face

Certain canine breeds just like the Pug, Bulldog, Boxer, Cocker Spaniel, and so on. have folds on their pores and skin which may find yourself accumulating moisture. A moist floor makes a fantastic setting for sure micro organism that trigger pores and skin illnesses like dermatitis.

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5. Clean Around the Eyes

Excessive tearing or any discharge from the eyes can result in forming sticky substance round their eyes referred to as goop. Once they continue to be deposited for lengthy, they kind exhausting crusts that may be extracted with a flea comb.

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6. Give Them a Bath

It is really helpful to present your canine a shower as soon as a month. However, some canine dad and mom consider in bathing and grooming their canine each week. Long-haired canine breeds would require frequent cleansing and grooming to verify of not having any mud or ticks on their coat.

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Take particular care earlier than giving your canine a shower. This contains holding all their cleansing necessities useful, utilizing a smooth brush over their pores and skin, and by no means leaving them alone within the toilet on soapy or slippery surfaces.

7. Trim Dog Hair

As canine dad and mom, everyone knows how messy canine hair can get. Therefore, it turns into important to trim the coat and hair each 2 months. Pet grooming clippers can assist you get the precision you want for trimming and shaping your canine’s coat.

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Trimming Matted Dog Coats

Densely coated canine typically have matted hair strands which are deeply entangled and don’t glide over one another. This situation can get critical as it might probably result in pores and skin irritation and irritation.

During such circumstances, you need to use canine clippers for matted hair. This can prevent frequent visits to a pet groomer and show you how to get skilled model ‘detangled dog coats’.

eight. Watch Your Dog’s Diet

While you could be questioning what’s pet food acquired to do with grooming, it actually makes a distinction. Grooming principally takes care of all of your canine’s pores and skin and coat wants however easy and nutritious meals can ease the grooming course of.

Dog meals wealthy in sugars and fat, result in a rise in your canine’s blood stress. This, in flip, generates a peculiar odor from their physique that draws yeasts, ticks, and lice onto their pores and skin and coat. These yeasts and lice may cause extreme pores and skin infections like dermatitis or rashes.

Therefore, maintain their eating regimen fats and sugar-free to not appeal to skin-related micro organism and pathogens on their pores and skin and coat.

9. Dog Shampoo

Densely coated breeds require frequent bathing and shampooing as they’ve increased possibilities of attracting ticks and lice on their hair and dense coat.

While extreme shampooing will not be advisable, select one which is gentle and hypoallergenic. Ingredients like oatmeal are extraordinarily light in your canine’s pores and skin and can be utilized.

Shampoos specifically devoted to canine can be found which have a unique pH degree as in comparison with human shampoos. These are gentle and delicate and won’t set off any undesirable reactions or allergy symptoms. Certain shampoos additionally possess a light perfume which leaves your canine feeling contemporary.

Shampoo for White Coated Breeds

White coated breeds would look pale and are vulnerable to getting soiled typically. There are particular whitening shampoos accessible or you might wash them utilizing a colorless shampoo.

Certain canine breeds just like the Westland Terrier have a tendency to soak up colour on their coat. Therefore, a coloured shampoo will find yourself staining their coat. Whitening shampoos forestall your canine from getting coloured and helps maintain their coats white and vibrant!

10. Quick Health Check

The greatest behavior you’ll be able to comply with as a way to preserve correct grooming to your pooch is to make a guidelines. This guidelines would come with all of the grooming necessities we simply talked about above.

You may also go to the vet for an everyday well being check-up as soon as a month which might assist in diagnosing any well being circumstances earlier than issues worsen.

Considering these grooming suggestions that are really helpful and adopted by professionals in addition to pet consultants would make your four-legged good friend be ok with themselves, and make you be ok with them.

Final Note

Dog Grooming requires immense detailing and has sure points to be taken care of. This contains every a part of their physique, proper from their hair, pores and skin, coat, nails, ears, equipment to even their eating regimen.

While skilled groomers may do a good job, they cost you large bucks which may go exhausting in your pockets. Our concepts on the perfect canine grooming suggestions for newcomers is appropriate for each canine guardian on this planet, who need to make their canines look nice and lovely.

After all, our four-legged pals should look pretty much as good as us, don’t they?

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Fandom: Zootopia Pairing: Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps Rating: T WC: 7,375 Summary: In the midst of an intense summer in Sahara Square, Judy and Nick are both college students working as lifeguards at a local pool club. One-Shot.[AO3]

[A/N]: This was just a fun little one-shot I wrote to take a break from Something That Finds You. Very fluffy, very casual -- hopefully it isn't as scattered as I feel it is. Once again, many thanks to everyone who reads this, and any of my other works! Happy Summer!

Her feet burned against the asphalt of the parking lot as she hurried into work, the ends of her fur practically singeing in the heat. No one had arrived yet, other than the other employees, but the club opened in less than 10 minutes, which was cutting it far too close for Judy. She whipped her keycard out of her tote bag as she entered the lobby of the main building, grateful for the brief welcome of an air conditioner.

While the Sahara Square Aquatic Center wasn’t one of Zootopia’s busiest pool clubs, this past summer had driven it to be busy enough. After all, when it was so hot outside that waves radiated off the asphalt like a fever dream, mammals tended to head to the nearest source of water. Said source of water also happened to be the source of Judy’s income.

In retrospect, she felt pretty stupid for signing up for a job that involved being outside all day, in up to 100°F heat (and that was on the cool side). But she’d needed the cash; college wasn’t going to pay for itself, and neither was her too small apartment that was also too much money for such a too cramped space.

The club was nestled on the Zootopian Bay, a gleaming juxtaposition between rugged inner streets and bustling downtown of Sahara Square. There was the outdoor pool with its shimmering blue-green tiled edge, the patio with its sea of faded umbrella tables, the snack shack that was held together with nothing more than some rustic shiplap and countless coats of blue paint, and the beach in all its bright blue, crystal clear glory.

Even though the club was the busiest in the district, that didn’t mean it was the nicest, i.e., Judy found herself often on the short end of the stick. She was the lifeguard…and sometimes the pool-cleaner, and patio-sweeper, and lounge-chair-scrubber, and we-ran-out-of-ice-cream-so-you-need-to-run-to-the-store-and-get-some-more-er, and my-kid-threw-up-his-bugga-corn-dog-in-the-pool-can-you-clean-it-up-please-er.

But it was fine. It was money. And money meant Judy could pay for college, which would lead to the police academy, which would lead to the career of her dreams.

The main building housed the front desk, changing rooms, and employee’s area, and as of today, the whole thing seemed a million times larger than usual. It felt like it took ages to maneuver through the lobby and into the employee’s corridors, but she finally clocked in at exactly 8:54. That gave her exactly 6 minutes to change into her uniform (a navy, one-piece swimsuit, accessorized with a whistle), and hurry to the pool area. She checked her watch. 9:03.

Shoot.

She looked around frantically for her boss, worried that she was done for. After all, Judy Hopps was never late for anything, and yet here she was, completely slacking off! Was she going to get fired? She was going to get fired! This was it!

She planned out her apology in her head, already preparing for how she would beg for forgiveness, plead for her boss to overlook this mistake, that it would never ever happen again…

…Only to catch her boss, a pot-bellied mountain-lion, sitting under a patio umbrella, reading the latest issue of ZooWeekly, and munching on a Bugga Hot Dog he’d swiped from the snack shack — not noticing her at all.

Oh.

“Stress much?” A voice said snidely, cutting through her train of thought.

Judy stiffened. After being subjected to listen to this voice all summer so far, she would have recognized it anywhere. The one, the only, the insufferably cocky and inexplicably smug, Nick Wilde.

“I’m not stressed!” Judy replied, doing her best to look as disinterested as possible when she turned to look at him. Like talking to him didn’t send her into a whirlwind of complicated emotions.

Nick stood in that way he always did, wearing the same navy swim trunks he always did, and smirking the way he always did. Judy was 99 percent sure that he’d been born smirking like that. “Please, Fluff, I can see how wound up you are from a mile away,” he said, “You’re not gonna get busted for being 3 minutes late, ya’ know.”

“I know!” Judy said quickly. “That’s why I’m not stressed.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Right.”

Judy felt her face flush. “Right.”

Nick brushed past her as he went to take his post at the lifeguard chair — a rickety, hulking, white wooden seat that stood a few feet off the ground. It was adorned with countless Sharpied names and topped with an umbrella for shade. The club had been so much busier this summer that they’d needed 2 lifeguards this year, which meant Nick and Judy were going to spend a lot of time together this summer. Not that Judy exactly minded, or anything…

…And not that she was ever going to admit that. To anyone. Ever.

“I’ll take the chair for the first couple hours, then you can have it when we get busier,” Nick said as he climbed up.

Judy snorted. “How chivalrous of you.”

Nick winked at her before slipping his sunglasses off his head and over his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

“So how’s your summer job going?” Judy’s mother asked over MuzzleTime that evening.

Judy shifted from where she sat at her small desk, wrinkling her nose slightly. Her too-small apartment seemed to permanently reek of chlorine these days, no matter how hard she tried to scrub the scent off her fur and wash it off her sheets. She currently had a candle burning off to the side of her desk, something called “downy meadows.” It reminded her of Bunnyburrow. “It’s fine,” she said slowly, “It’s a job. I mean, it’s just for the summer, so…”

“Maybe you could become a professional lifeguard!” Her father piped up from somewhere off camera. “That’d be a heckuva lot safer than being a police officer.”

“Oh, yes!” Her mother agreed. “Your cousin Earl works as a lifeguard, you know, down at the swimming center in Deerbrooke. He gets to teach all the kits swimming and everything! You could work with him!”

“Mom,” Judy said carefully, evenly, “I’m going to be a cop.”

Her parents sighed. They’d had this conversation at least once a week, with Judy’s suggested careers ranging from a maid, carrot farmer, librarian, carrot farmer, receptionist, carrot farmer, preacher’s wife, carrot farmer, teacher, and how about, just maybe a carrot farmer? Judy honestly didn’t know why they kept trying, her reply was always the same.

“I thought you guys supported me,” Judy continued, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice.

“We do!” Her mother answered quickly, “Right, Stu?”

“Right!” Mr. Hopps agreed, finally squeezing into frame beside his wife. “You know we do, Jude. But we just want you to be safe, is all.”

“Mom. Dad. Trust me, I can handle it. I’ve been living here in the city for almost 2 years now, all on my own!” Judy reassured them. “And besides, my job as a lifeguard is way more dangerous than being an officer. I’m pretty sure I’m fighting off heat stroke on a daily basis.”

The last part was meant to be a joke, but her parents didn’t seem to catch on, due to the alarmed shock on their faces and worried looks they exchanged.

“I’m kidding!” Judy quickly amended. “You guys don’t have to worry about me so much.”

Her parents looked relieved again. “You know we can’t help it, hun” her mother replied, giving her a soft smile. “Now you get some rest — it’s so late! You should be in bed!”

Judy glanced at the clock on her desk. 8:30. “Uh…right!” She said, holding back an adolescent-sounding whine that she was an adult now, and at 21 years old she wasn’t going to be told what time to go to bed, thank you very much. “I love you guys!”

“We love ya’ too, Jude!” Her father beamed, leaning too close to the MuzzleTime camera, as he always did.

“Buh-bye!” Her mother trilled, and with that, ended the call.

Judy slumped back in her chair as she set her phone down, exhaustion slowly starting to set in. Today had been slightly difficult, to say the least. Whether it’d be the hot sun, the long hours, a kit screaming over dropping his ice cream in the pool, Judy having to go into the pool and clean up the ice cream, or the mother of the kit yelling at Judy for the entire thing (like it was her fault that her kit had been trying to throw his ice cream at seagulls), it hadn’t been a fun day.

It didn’t help that Nick had hardly spoken a word to her all day long. Not that she cared about that. It was just an observation.

The bunny took a deep sigh. She took in the scent of downy meadows, the bustling and hustling murmur of the Zootopian streets outside, and the cool feeling of her wooden desk under her paws. Tomorrow was a new day.

Fingers crossed that it wouldn’t be worse.

“Can you put on a shirt, please?!” Judy huffed, hoping she didn’t sound as flustered as she felt.

“Nope,” replied Nick, who was currently sitting mere centimeters away from her. It was 102°F in Sahara Square today, which meant that instead of taking turns sitting in the lifeguard chair like they usually did, the fox and rabbit were both nestled under the small shade of the umbrella attached to the chair. It was Nick’s idea, not hers. They were seated side-by-side, legs practically touching, watching the pool club members splash around in the water below. Nick had brought a small, battery-powered fan that he’d attached to the back of the chair, and the faint cool breeze tickled the back of Judy’s neck. “It’s hot out, Fluff.”

“I know that,” Judy grumbled, forcing her eyes to stay where they were supposed to be, at the swimmers, and not the creamy, admittedly soft-looking fur of Nick’s chest. “But it’s still a part of your uniform.”

“Calm yourself, Carrots — I still got my swim trunks on, much to your dismay, I’m sure.”

Judy felt waves of heat radiate off her body, and it wasn’t due to the sun. “W-what are you talking about?”

Nick simply smirked, gaze hidden behind his sunglasses. “If you like the t-shirt so much, why don’t you wear it?” He replied instead, grabbing the wadded up white-and-navy shirt from the back of the chair and plopping it into her lap. “Merry Christmas.”

“I don’t want your sweaty shirt!” Judy exclaimed, tossing it back at him. “That’s disgusting!”

Nick laughed, the same delighted laugh he always gave when he teased her, something he apparently loved doing. It was the same laugh he’d laughed when he’d stolen her keycard and wouldn’t give it back until she admitted that he was “the best, handsomest, charming-est fox ever,” or that time when he’d given her a pawsicle, only to tell her (after she’d eaten it) that he may or may not have licked it before giving it to her. “Sure you don’t.”

“I don’t!”

“Well, I’m not putting it on, so….”

“Fine then!” Judy huffed, crossing her arms. “Do whatever you want.”

“Well, I want to keep my shirt off.”

“Fine!”

“Great.”

The two were silent for a moment, their argument (which hadn’t even felt like a real argument — Judy wasn’t really mad at him, just uncomfortable with how much she wasn’t mad at him) apparently over. Finally, Nick broke the silence with a sly quip, “You know…I feel a lot cooler now. Not wearing a shirt really works. You should try it.”

“Can I see your whistle?” She asked lightly, turning to him and holding out her paw.

Nick’s brow furrowed but he shrugged. He pulled the lanyard off his head and handed it to her. “Sure, though I think putting something else on kinda defeats the whole idea of you wearing le—”

Judy chucked his whistle into the pool.

It hit the water with a soft ‘plink’ and disappeared beneath the waves.

“You sly bunny,” Nick sat in awe, still slack-jawed. “I guess I should have seen that coming,” he sighed, climbing down the chair to retrieve his whistle.

“You probably should have, Slick,” Judy teased.

“And I guess I deserved that,” he continued, hopping onto the pavement and wincing as the hot concrete hit his paws.

“You definitely did.”

“I got you lunch,” Nick said suddenly, tossing a foil-wrapped package towards her, “From the snack shack.”

Judy was sitting in the lifeguard’s chair when she looked down just in time to catch the unidentified flying object. “What’s this?” She asked, looking down at Nick.

“I gotcha lunch, Carrots,” Nick said, smirking cockily up at her, sunglasses on. As usual. “You’re welcome.”

Judy unwrapped the foil-covered sandwich and took a whiff. Her nose wrinkled. “Ugh, no thanks.”

“You don’t like fish?” Nick asked casually, catching the fish fillet sandwich she tossed back down to him.

“I’m not a bear,” Judy joked.

“That,” Nick replied, pointing a paw at her, “Is incredibly racist.”

Judy inwardly bristled as she felt herself laugh indignantly. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“That’s why you love me,” Nick shrugged, taking a bite of her discarded sandwich.

“I do not!” Judy gawked, hating how squeaky her voice sounded. Ugh.

“Uh huh. Sure.” Nick says through a mouthful of fish. Gross. “No sense of denying your feelings, Fluff. They’ll just keep bottling up inside of you until you explode all over the tennis courts over there.”

“Oh really?” Judy countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, really. It’s simple science.”

“So you’re a psychologist now?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of a detective,” Nick mused, balling up the foil wrapper in his paw, “That’s the plan, at least. And if I’m going to be a cop, I gotta have good insight, and all that. Which, thankfully, is one of my many natural-born talents.”

“A detective?” Judy gawked, “As in…a cop? But…I mean…it’s just…you’re…”

“I’m a fox?” Nick answered sarcastically, “Geez, Fluff, again with the casual racism. We really gotta work on that.”

“It’s not that!” Judy replied quickly. “It’s…” I never knew we had anything in common? I didn’t think that a sarcastic, suave, cocky fox would be interested in being a police officer? I just hate that this makes you more intriguing to me? “Just surprising, is all. And not because you’re a fox.”

“Well, I’d like to think I’m full of surprises,” Nick replied, pulling down his sunglasses to give her a wink.

Judy had a hard time speaking after that.

Summer dragged on, and with it, Judy’s patience wavered. The heat grew hotter, the screeches and beaches louder, and the days longer. There was only so much a bunny could take

This is why she was so irritable on the day when a trio of vixens sauntered into the club, tittering into their paws and whispering to each other like a group of school kits.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

The intense heat was definitely responsible for Judy feeling that churning feeling in her stomach when the vixens had all approached Nick, giggling so hard their designer sunglasses had nearly fallen off their muzzles. The fact that she’d been sitting in this chair for hours was the reason she seethed when Nick actually started talking to them. He’d been patrolling the pool area, keeping a close eye out while Judy stayed in the chair, and now he seemed completely enamored with these silly girls doting on his every word.

It was incredibly infuriating.

And not because she liked him, or anything. She didn’t. She was just already mad, on account of the hotness and loudness, and because Nick wasn’t doing his job. Someone could drown right in front of him and he wouldn’t even notice, not with all those vixens crowding around him and pestering him and batting their lashes at him.

It was for the safety of the other pool guests that Judy just had to go over there. She was just doing her job, really. Honestly!

She climbed down from the chair and stormed over to the group, trying to look as intimidating as possible (a feat that wasn’t easily achieved, considering that she was only two and a half feet tall, and by most mammals standards, ‘adorable’).

“Ahem!” She cleared her throat as she planted her paws on her hips.

“Hiya, Fluff!” Nick said lightly, turning his attention to the bunny, “What’s shaking?”

“Don’t you think you should be getting back to work?” Judy said, trying her best not to seethe as much as she wanted to. “We’re busy.”

“Give yourself some credit, Cottontail,” Nick glanced around. “I think you were doing a great job on your own.”

“Someone could drown!” Judy huffed. “What if I wasn’t looking?”

“Then maybe you should be looking,” Nick smirked.

“Nicky,” one of the vixens, a white-furred, slinky little thing, whined, “We were talking.” She put a lot of emphasis on talking, the same way Judy’s sisters often begged her mother after church services, “But Mom, 10 minutes ago you said we were leaving.”

Both Nick and Judy disregarded this. “I’m not going to do all the work while you sit back and slack off!” The bunny griped.

“Because you miss me?”

“No!”

“Nickyyyyyy.”

“You totally miss me, Fluff. It’s adorable.”

“I don’t miss you! I just need you,” Judy said through gritted teeth.

Nick wolf-whistled. “Well, well, well, Hopps, I knew you had the hots for me, but I didn’t expect you to just blurt it out. And you say I’m the one full of surprises.”

“I meant I need your help!” Judy snapped. “Now c’mon!” She lunged a paw forward and grabbed whatever of Nick she could reach (his arm), and pulled him back towards the lifeguard station.

“Fine,” Nick gave in, giving off a long, languid sigh. “I couldn’t bear to leave a bunny unsatisfied.”

“But Nicky!” The white vixen whined louder, stomping her foot and exchanging worried glances with her friends.

“Uh, we can talk later, maybe,” Nick said offhand, still in the midst of being dragged back to the lifeguard’s chair.

Judy pulled him up so he was seated beside her, then proceeded to return her focus to the pool. She could help but watch as the vixens sulked away, not before throwing Judy several dirty glares.

“You’re so jealous,” Nick said suddenly, interrupting her brooding.

“Can you stop that?!” Judy asked, flinching slightly.

“Stop what?”

Reading my mind. “Sneaking up on me!”

“I’m sitting right here. I hardly call that sneaking up on you,” Nick snickered.

Judy couldn’t think of a coherent retort, so she chose to say nothing. She was tired and hot and grumpy and a little more than embarrassed. Overall, she felt more deflated than the old beach balls in the supply shack.

Nick didn’t say much more after that. She saw him give her a look out of the corner of his eye, though with his sunglasses on, she had no clue what kind of look it was.

Not that she cared.

At least…not that much.

Closing time was always a special time of day. The club members were long since gone, leaving behind some forgotten ice cream sandwich wrappers and the thick scent of furtan lotion. The loud hiss of cicadas was replaced with the soft hum of crickets, accompanied with the gentle surf of the Zootopian Bay. The sky was pink and violet, and the air was cool.

Judy definitely wasn’t a nocturnal animal, but after working this job, she definitely saw the appeal.

She was cleaning the pool after hours, the same day as the whole vixens incident, when she caught sight of Nick leaving. He had a bag slung over his shoulder, an earbud hanging out of one ear, and in a rare change of pace, his sunglasses on top of his head. He was headed to the lobby when Judy called out to him.

“Nick!”

His ear twitched before he turned to look at her, eyebrow raised. “What?”

Judy stood there, holding her pool net as she stood at the water’s edge, instantly feeling incredibly stupid. What was she going to say to him? “I just…I wanted to say…uh…”

Nick eyed her.

“I’m sorry!” Judy blurted out quickly. “For today, I mean. I was acting weird. I shouldn’t have pulled you around like that.”

Nick shrugged. “Whatever. I shouldn’t have been slacking off.”

Judy just looked down at her feet. She’d always been such a confident bunny, never afraid of anything or willing to let anyone stop her. But with Nick…her limbs felt like jelly and her tongue was in knots.

“Besides, you’re pretty cute when you’re jealous,” Nick continued. Judy looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of one of his trademark winks.

“I am not!” She protested, “…Cute or jealous.”

Nick simply gave a casual wave and continued to saunter out, full of more cocky swagger than ever. “Goodnight, Fluff! Try not to miss me too much!”

“Not likely!” Judy shouted back, but he was already inside the lobby and after he left Judy realized her retort only made it sound like she was likely to miss him.

“You dumb bunny,” she groaned to herself, leaning on the handle of her pool net.

Which could have made for a peaceful moment, that is if the rickety piece of plastic hadn’t given way under her weight, and caused her to tumble face-first into the pool.

The perfect ending to a perfect day.

“I got you lunch,” Nick said, tossing her a sandwich.

“Fish?” Judy asked hesitantly.

“Nope,” he replied, climbing up to sit beside her.

Judy took off the foil wrapper to find a bug-burga before her, cicada-y glory and all. Shoot. “Oh, wow!” she said, trying to sound as upbeat as possible, “That’s…um…really nice, Nick, but…I…”

“Lemme guess,” Nick said dryly, “You don’t eat bug-meat.”

“Sorry,” Judy winced, handing the sandwich back to him.

“I got a chicken sandwich here if you’d like that,” Nick offered, holding out his lunch to her, “I took a bite out of it, but you and I both know that you wouldn’t mind swapping spit with me.”

Judy chose to ignore the latter sentiment. “I don’t really eat chicken, either,” she admitted.

“Jesus, Carrots,” Nick groaned, flopping back against the chair, “What do you eat?”

“I’m a vegetarian!” Judy answered defensively, “I eat greens.”

“Like grass?”

“No! Lettuce! And spinach! And nuts! Sometimes hay.”

“That sounds terrible.”

“It’s not. You know, you could use a couple extra veggies in your diet,” she joked, leaning in to pat him on the stomach.

“Are you calling me fat, Fluff?” Nick gasped, feigning great indignation. “How dare you.”

“I’m not!” Judy giggled. “Everyone should eat healthily, is all.”

“And you should get a little meat on your bones, is all,” Nick countered, and with that, moved in to tickle her sides with quickly wiggling paws.

“S-stop!” Judy squealed, squirming and twisting in her seat. “You d-dumb f-fox!”

Nick only laughed, getting her on her stomach, her arms, her thighs — Judy had never known herself to be this ticklish before.

It wasn’t until the shrill cut of a whistle that Nick finally stopped. The fox and bunny parted to look up at their boss, who was looking a whole lot less amused than they were.

“You two!” He barked, snapping his fingers at them, “Eyes on the pool!”

Judy pulled away immediately, snapping up straight in her chair like she’d been yanked up by an invisible string. She couldn’t believe she’d been caught slacking off! What if she got fired? Would it go on her permanent record? She would have to put it on all her future job applications! Everyone would know! No one would ever hire her again! She would never become an officer and would have to slum around the streets of Zootopia for the rest of her life! She could see herself now, poor, homeless, jobless…

“Carrots,” Nick said, cutting through her thoughts, “Stop worrying.”

“I’m not!” Judy insisted, though even to her own ears, the lie was obvious.

In response, Nick only wrapped his arm around her back, keeping his eyes on the pool at all times, and gently rubbed her arm a few times before pulling away again.

So in short, Judy instantly knew what it felt like to be a melted popsicle.

The subway was an interesting experience, to say the least. They were filled with their fair share of oddballs, that was for sure (Judy would never forget her unfortunate bump-in with the naked Cow Boy), but for the most part, it was a relaxing end to Judy’s day. She could sit back in her seat, relax, and listen to Gazelle on her small iPawd. Plus, it was air conditioned!

On this ride home, she couldn’t help but think back to Nick. Nick’s arm around her, Nick’s creamy fur, Nick’s laugh, Nick’s smile, Nick’s thigh brushing up against her.

The annoying charming fox was in her mind while Gazelle was in her ear singing a sultry love song. It was one that used to always make Judy roll her eyes at how cheesy it was, but now it made her heart flutter and soar. The whole thing was so pathetic, really, and yet…

She felt so happy inside.

She found herself thinking about him, and wondering if he was thinking about her. She wanted to know more about him, to be closer to him.

Not because she liked him, or anything. She was just curious.

Curious enough to look him up on Instagram, and just browse through a couple…

(hundred)

…posts.

It was mostly selfies, almost all of them with that classic smirk of his. There were other things too, like a lot of food pictures from restaurants, showing off fancy-looking dishes Judy had never even heard of before. There were photos of him at school (it looked like he went to Zootopia UNI, same as her), with friends (a couple with a vixen, but those were all from over a year ago, so they still couldn’t be an item, right?).

She scrolled far back enough to find a selfie from a year back, in which he was holding up a Criminal Justice textbook with a goofy grin on his face.

[Finally picked out a major: say hello to the future Officer Wilde]

The caption was finished off with a sunglasses emoji, followed by a police car one.

Dumb fox.

He looked so happy, with that dumb smile of his, which made Judy smile even bigger. Maybe they’d have some classes together this fall! Would that be weird? Should she say anything? No, probably not. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how that conversation would go down. Hey Nick, so I was just Insta-stalking you the other night, and — no, no real reason, I was just…bored. Yeah! Really bored. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that just in case you weren’t sick of hanging out with me all summer long, we’re going to be spending all fall together too!

Judy frowned and shook her head. If Nick had any idea that she had been looking him up online, she would be completely mortified. He’d never let it go.

Feeling sheepish, she tapped her screen to back out of Nick’s profile…

…but not before her finger accidentally tapped Nick’s post, causing a giant, blaring red heart to flutter across the screen.

She. Liked. The. Post.

The post that he’d posted over a YEAR ago. A whole YEAR.

Judy dropped her phone like it was made of burning coals, causing it to clutter to the subway floor. Other riders looked at her with disdain, clearly perturbed to be interrupted by even the slightest of sounds, so Judy bent forward and picked it up again, cheeks hot. Thank heavens for her phone case.

Breathe, just breathe!

It wasn’t the complete, total end of the world. Maybe it wouldn’t even send Nick a notification that she liked it — apps could glitch sometimes. He had so many posts, maybe her like would disappear amongst the countless other likes he got on all her posts.

Judy groaned and pounded her head against the seat in front of her. “Dumb, dumb, dumb bunny!”

Work tomorrow was going to be loads of fun.

“Lunchtime, Carrots,” Nick called out.

Judy took her eyes off the pool to give him an exasperated look. “Nick! I can get my own lunch!”

“No you can’t. You gotta watch the pool. Do I really need to explain your job to you?” Nick hopped into the seat next to her and handed her yet another foil-wrapped package, though this one was noticeably more oblong in shape.

Judy eyed him warily. “Nick…”

“Just open it, Fluff.”

Judy sighed and unwrapped her lunch — expecting to find yet another bug-burga, or maybe some kind of chicken, or fish, or some other unappealing meat…

…Only to find green. A lot of green.

Judy glanced up at him. “What’s this?”

“Food.”

“What kind of food?”

“A wrap,” Nick answered, taking a bite into his own bug-burga. “Lettuce, spinach, dandelions, carrot shavings — basically, someone’s backyard in a tortilla.”

Judy took a bite, eyes falling closed in sheer pleasure. “This is amazing,” she gushed, taking several more bites, “Oh! And is that watercress dressing?”

“Sure? I dunno, the bunny working there said it was the ‘rabbit specialty,’ or whatever.”

“Well, it tastes incredible!” Judy paused. “Wait, where did you get this? We don’t have anything like this at the snack shack.”

“I may or may not have used my lunch break to make a snack run,” Nick answered, not looking directly at her. “And before you have an aneurism, yes, I did get permission from Boss Potbelly to leave. The place is right up the street.”

Judy couldn’t help but blush. Nick had used his break — the one break they got per day — to get specialty food just for her. That had to mean something, right? He cared!

Not that she cared.

She took another bite of her wrap. Pure deliciousness.

Oh, who was she kidding? She cared! She definitely cared and admitting it made her heart burst like it was made of rainbows and hearts and watercress dressing (the image sounded better in her head then it did in concept). She liked him and she wanted him to like her too, and maybe, just maybe, he did!

The thought made her grin like an idiot, and while her insides were flying, exploding, tumbling, all she could say was…

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Judes.”

Judy munched away at her wrap, completely content. The sun was shining, the pool was lively, the beach was bright and bursting with energy, and —

“And, uh, by the way,” Nick added casually, “Thanks for liking that Instagram post from last year. It’s truly touching.”

Judy choked on her wrap.

Tension: it had never been a more tangible thing than it was now. While it lacked in the drooping and mostly forgotten nets on the club’s tennis courts, it hung thick in the muggy summer air, as well as between the bunny and fox. Judy could feel it every time she and Nick sat side-by-side in their chair, this thick, electrifying connection between them.Their thighs would touch and the fan would tickle her neck and she felt this constant pressure — expanding, pressing, growing.

It was sweltering.

She felt it when a couple of bucks came into the pool one day and started calling out to Judy. Their cat-calls were juvenile, and Judy easily ignored them, but it caused Nick to tense, stiffen. He’d drummed his fingers against the slide of the chair, crossed his legs, uncrossed them. Clenched his paws, unclenched them. Took his sunglasses off, put them back on.

Finally, after the bucks had shouted from the pool just exactly what they’d like to do to her in said pool (something involving their ‘pool noodles,’ really, pool noodles), Nick had stormed over to them and yelled at them so forcefully and so scarily that their boss actually looked up from his copy of ZooWeekly to reprimand him.

“Nick, stop yelling at the guests,” he said tiredly, then promptly returned to the scathing article on Catty Perry.

After the bucks had left (in a huge hurry, no doubt), Judy had blinked at Nick in shock. “Nick!” she exclaimed as he climbed into their chair, “You shouldn’t have done that! They were just dumb jerks!”

Nick gave a dry laugh. “Doesn’t mean they have any right to talk to you like that.”

He had a point. Besides, seeing him rush to her defense like that…she couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t like it.

She felt tension like this in other moments, like when those vixens had returned. They’d sauntered in together, swimsuits too small and giggles too shrill, waving at Nick excitedly. Judy felt the tense feelings bubble up within her, causing her to stiffen in her seat and her stomach to tighten.

But instead of going over to talk to them, Nick had simply given a polite wave and stayed right next to Judy.

Was he just doing his job? Or was there something more? Judy still wasn’t sure, and she hadn’t had the nerve to ask.

She was just happy he’d stayed.

Moments strung themselves out across days, intertwining in time and becoming one fluid stream of consciousness. In the heat of summer, Judy often found herself forgetting what day it was, and time itself seemed to slow and crackle in the sun.

Moments, tension…

There was that time when Judy was eating a popsicle and Nick had been looking a little too long, a little too intently…

When Judy wished him goodbye at the end of the night, and moved in for a hug, instead of the usual, distant wave…

When Nick had walked her to the subway station, on that night there was a rare thunderstorm…

They’d gotten caught in the storm before they’d made it to the station, and Nick had given her his hoodie to protect her from the rain. The wind and rain and thunder had picked up and crashed down in a roaring display, and Judy could still remember how hard she laughed when a stray palm leaf had billowed off a tree and smacked him in the face. Her laughter had nearly been swallowed up by the storm, but he’d still heard and he’d still nudged her in that playful, innocent way. When they finally made it to the station, she’d moved to take off the hoodie, but he’d stopped her.

“Keep it,” he’d said lightly, then, after she’d given him a startled look, “I mean, it’ll probably still be raining by the time you get home.”

So she’d kept it. The hoodie was still in her apartment, folded neatly on her nightstand, and she wasn’t eager to return it.

There were all the times he’d wrapped his arm around the back of the chair, casually, not quite touching her, but near all the same, and played with the ends of her ears…

Or when he’d started following her on Instagram, liked a post from almost two years ago, an embarrassingly endearing one of her leaving Bunnyburrow to move to the city — she was all teary-eyed, arm-in-arm with her parents, and wearing a sweater that said, This Bunny Loves Carrots!, (knitted by her mother)…

Judy knew this was all cumulating to something. The tension crackled and sparked between them, one without a name or clear meaning, and within time, she knew it would come bursting to the surface, crashing hard and fast over them like a breaking wave in the bay.

August was right around the corner, threatening the bubble of summer bliss. The heat grew so intense that even the cicadas grew weary. The tar that’d been hastily slapped over potholes bubbled in the parking lot. Pawsicles began to melt the second they left the cooler of the snack shack. In heat this intense, even the guests had lulled. Preferring to stay in the comfort of their air-conditioned homes, the number of attendants began to dwindle.

In the past, Judy’s boss ordering her to stay late and clean the pool would have been immensely irritating, but today she welcomed it.

The second her boss left, she hopped right into the pool, net in paw. Getting to stand in the water with her pool net and simply soak it all in was heavenly after such a long, boring shift.

Eventually, she got so entranced with swimming around that she actually forgot she was supposed to be cleaning. Her pool net floated off towards the deep end as Judy floated on her back, eyes closed, listening to the soothing roll of the beach juxtaposed with the soft rumble of Sahara Square’s nightlife.

Yup. This is was heaven was like.

“So, Carrots, are you like, dead?”

Judy jumped up, startled by the sudden interruption. She was only in the shallow end, so she was free to stand up and investigate. She looked around wildly before catching sight of Nick, who was currently watching her from the edge of the pool. He still had his club swim trunks and t-shirt on, though his sunglasses were noticeably absent.

“No!” She blushed, glancing around the empty club. “What are you still doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I was, well, I was supposed to be cleaning the pool. I mean, I am cleaning it. I was just…”

“Messing around?” Nick finished. Something about the way he said it made Judy’s heart skip a beat — his voice dropped a note and his eyes fixed on her.

“Y-yeah,” she replied. Ugh, she hoped her voice didn’t come out as squeaky as it sounded just then.

“Mind if I join you?”

Before Judy could reply, the fox jumped right in, shirt and all. She gasped as the water splashed over her, getting in her eyes and blinding her.

“Nick!” She sputtered, wiping at her eyes frantically.

When she’d finally gotten the water out of her eyes, he was gone. Judy’s brow furrowed in confusion. One minute he’d been right in front of her, then seconds later he’d completely disappeared.

“What the—?”

“Boo.”

The voice was in her ear, right behind her, and she whirled around frantically to see a dumb, laughing fox.

“Y-you should have seen the look on your face!” He cackled, absolutely in stitches.

“That wasn’t funny!” Judy huffed, folding her arms across her chest. “How were you so quiet?”

“That’s called predator instincts, Fluff,” Nick said with a wink, voice low, “Back in the day, that’s how we foxes used to hunt cute little bunnies like yourself.”

“Right,” Judy said with a snort. She was shocked that her voice came out so nonchalant, considering her heart was currently picking up to beat at dangerous speeds.

Nick simply smiled at her before swimming off to the deeper end of the pool, then circling back. “So, this feels amazing.”

“It really does,” Judy agreed. She tried to relax again, but when Nick was swimming so close to her, that was basically out of the question.

“Race ya’ to the deep end!” Nick called out, swimming away from her again. His arms and legs kicked up quickly, sending a flurry of water in her direction.

“No fair!” Judy gasped, coughing from the water that subsequently went up her nose. “You got a head start!”

“Slowpoke!” Nick called back.

Judy’s face set with determination as she charged after him, swimming as fast as she could. Within seconds, she met his pace and passed him.

“Bye!” She giggled over her shoulder, before charging ahead to the end of the pool. Nick shouted something in reply, but she couldn’t hear it above the sounds of hurried splashing and her own laughter.

She slapped a paw against the wall of the deep end, stopping to catch her breath. When she looked back, Nick was still trailing behind, an impressed grin on his face. “Okay, h-how the h-hell are you so fast?” He panted, gripping the pool edge with one paw as he came to a stop.

“That’s called predator instincts, Slick,” Judy replied haughtily, “Back in the day, that’s how we bunnies outran big foxes like yourself.”

Nick laughed and shook his head, still out of breath from swimming so fast. “Touché, Cottontail.”

Judy just beamed at him, feeling quite proud of herself, to say the least. “Dumb fox.”

“Fast bunny.”

Their eyes met and Judy looked away quickly, flitting up to the sky above. Dusk was moving in, causing the sky to turn a deep, velvet purple accented with tiny diamond stars. She could hear the crickets beginning to hum, their cadence a familiar tune that reminded her of summer nights in Bunnyburrow, summer nights here, with Nick…

“I don’t want summer to end,” she said suddenly, the words coming forth before she’d even completed the thought in her head.

“Me neither,” Nick murmured, and when Judy looked down from the stars, she saw that he’d gotten close.

Really close.

His muzzle was less than a foot away from hers, and his eyes, piercing and emerald and jelly-leg-inducing, were locked onto hers.

She gulped. Oh, sweet cheese and crackers, this was it, wasn’t it?

Tension, palpable, tangible, electrifying.

“Can you stop that?” Judy mumbled, voice suddenly sounding hoarse.

“Stop what?” Nick asked. He moved closer.

Making me want to kiss you. Judy’s heart tightened in her chest her eyes locked view with his muzzle. As clichéd as it sounded, time really did feel like it stood still — suspended with the way Nick was looking at her, moving closer to her, moving a paw up to cup her cheek. The sounds of the water and the bay and the crickets and the city all faded away, leaving the muted murmur of their legs kicking under the water, her nervous, wary breaths.

Her paw, still gripping the edge of the pool, locked down tightly.

Judy searched her mind for a response, something like, ‘annoying me,’ or ‘being insufferable,’ or even ‘driving me up the freaking wall.’ But nothing came. She tore her gaze up and away from his mouth, and looking into those emerald green eyes again, she realized she’d never wanted anything more intensely.

And so…

…She took the plunge.

“Making me like you,” she whispered, and with that, she leaped into his embrace. He caught her quickly, nearly careening back into the water, but when his arm wrapped around her waist, she’d never felt more safe and secure. Their muzzles met roughly and a little messily, the taste of sweet pawsicles contrasting with the salty taste of sweat and bitter tinge of chlorinated water. In the traditional sense of the word, it wasn’t perfect. And yet, Judy wouldn’t have traded this feeling for the world.

They parted after what felt like only minutes, or maybe years. Judy’s head was spinning and she still didn’t have a good grasp on the whole time thing. Nick was smiling at her, though he winced slightly as the arm that wasn’t around her, but instead gripping to the edge of the pool, gave way. The two parted and dunked under the water, resurfacing with a shared laugh.

“Maybe if you ate more grass, you would know how to hold up a bunny properly,” Judy giggled, brushing her ears down flat as she sputtered up some water.

“Look Carrots, now matter how much I like you, I’m never gonna eat grass for ya’,” Nick said simply, wrapping his arms around her waist as they swam in place together.

“Not even a dandelion?”

“Hell no.”

“Spinach leaf?”

“I’ll just stick to my Carrots, thanks,” Nick said, his voice a low rumble as he pulled her against his chest, “…If you’ll let me.”

“Always,” Judy murmured. She pushed her muzzle forward and buried her face into his damp chest, taking in every scent, sound, and feel of this completely perfect moment. Chlorine and musky violets, crickets and rushing waves, fur — thick and wet.

Pure bliss.

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“There are two types of ‘tired’, I suppose. One is a dire need of sleep, the other is the dire need of peace.”

Name: Gavin Crawford

FC: Ryan Reynolds

Age / Birthday: 36 / 23 October 1980

Job: Professional Dog Walker

Apartment: 202

Personality traits:

+ Jovial, Lighthearted, Witty, Reliable

- Sarcastic, Secretive, Aimless, Indifferent

Gavin Crawford was born and raised in The Last Frontier; Alaska. While it had it’s adventures and dangers as most people would imagine, it was mostly full of hard work. From the time he was up in the morning until after he helped clean up after dinner, Gavin was working. All spring, summer, and autumn were to prepare for winter. A few of those winters the Crawford family nearly starved because food was scarce and the land was too harsh in the dead of winter. He dreamed of being a fireman one day, usually fantasized about it while he was assisting repairing fence and helping his dad tend to the land. It was a dream that seemed plausible until his father died from injuries sustained in a bear attack while out hunting. From then on, it was hardship after hardship for Gavin and his mother. They lost the ranch and with her income, even moving closer to town, his mother couldn’t afford babysitters or daycares so he tagged along with her each and every day while she worked. His mother was a veterinarian and in the Yukon that meant treating more than your average dog and cat pets. Gavin was roped in so often that he just natural fit to his mother’s side as an assistant, gaining a first hand and unparalleled education in veterinary science.

Still, it wasn’t a path he took when he came of age. Gavin passed on going to college and joined up with the US Coast Guard, it wasn’t the fireman dream but he had been a superstar swimmer in high school. Most importantly, it got him off the land and away from the frontier, he’d had enough of it after the first eighteen years of his life. Being the best at the academy meant that Gavin got the most dangerous assignment post; the Bering Sea. He worked it for years and loved it, no matter how difficult it was. And despite all his saves over the years, the only number he kept track of was the number of people he lost, the ones he couldn’t save. Having grown up on a ranch and then assisting his veterinary mother, Gavin had a natural connection with animals and eventually found himself with a bunch of huskies and a hobby of sledding. The hobby built over time, manifesting into Gavin training for and racing in the great Iditarod race. It took a couple of years before he won and then went on to win a couple more times, each time he dedicated the race to the baby brother that he lost when he was only six. Keeping up with training to be a serious competitor every year proved to be too difficult when it came to the obligations and time constraints provided by his job.

It all came to an end the day he lost his mentor out on a rescue call. He and his fellow rescue swimmer got beat up badly by the turbulent and violent sea. The helicopter was damaged by the storm they were caught in and the pulley malfunctioned, leaving Gavin to hold onto his mentor with a hand but tendons tore and broke and the man whom was like a second father to him was taken by the sea and his body was never found in the search parties that followed the days after. It wasn’t long after that when Gavin called it quits, over the years it had taken too harsh a toll on him and he left Alaska all together. He stayed in Oregon for a brief while and eventually made his way east where he parked it in Denver and started up a dog walking business.

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How True Are Your Memories? One Writer Investigates—and Asks if It Really Matters

I don’t know how long I’d been crying when my mother hit the brakes of our truck and pulled to the side of a country road. It was late August, and I’d just turned nine. The next month, I’d planned to start Grade 4 with my friends, but now we were on an unfamiliar road, driving north to a new house in a strange city.

The covered truck bed was packed with pets and other breakables: There was Ally, a stray cat we’d rescued from a tree; Goudreau, a dog who looked like a cross between a corgi and a German shepherd; and my rabbit, Twitcher, whose cage was wedged among the picture frames.

The sun had softened the vinyl upholstery, and my bare legs stuck to my seat. The farther down the road we drove, the more hysterical I became, swallowing air the way a drowning swimmer inhales water. I was at a loss: for the home we left behind, for the friends who would continue their lives without me, for the blank terror of a new place. At some point, the tears became so disruptive that it was impossible for my mother to drive any farther.

Even events categorically unpleasant seemed comforting—like the time my father hitched a ride on my toboggan and knocked his head on the frozen ground after I hit a bump and then staggered home to nurse a concussion.

Looking back, I can diagnose this as my first bout of nostalgia. My memories of home became preserved as if in amber. It was the place where we tapped the maple trees for sap to make syrup, where my brother and I skated on a homemade ice rink, where I spent countless Saturdays hiding under my bed reading books, whether or not the sun was shining. Even events categorically unpleasant seemed comforting—like the time my father hitched a ride on my toboggan and knocked his head on the frozen ground after I hit a bump and then staggered home to nurse a concussion.

But something about these stories (let’s call them what they are) seems too smooth, as if time and recollection have polished them to a suspect shine. Could I, under oath (or even around a dinner table with my family, remembering times past), wholeheartedly endorse their accuracy? Is nostalgia merely self-deception, full of tiny lies we tell ourselves to reframe the past or, worse, put ourselves in the best light? Did I really enjoy trudging through the backyard on a cold day checking buckets for sap? Was my father secretly angry when I zoomed down the hill on the toboggan without a thought for how dangerous it might be? And just how hysterical was I during that tear-filled drive? Or, as I suspect, is that memory shaped by what came after: the bullying at my new school, the sense that our family had been better before the move?

Could I, under oath (or even around a dinner table with my family, remembering times past), wholeheartedly endorse their accuracy? Is nostalgia merely self-deception, full of tiny lies we tell ourselves to reframe the past or, worse, put ourselves in the best light?

Memories, of course, are changeable things, subject to the bias of hindsight—we continually reshape the events of the past to suit the emotions of the present. Scientists now know that, like DNA, memories can be contaminated. Multiple tellings alter them. The first time an eyewitness recalls a crime, their recollection may be pure, but grill them before a jury once or twice and the story that emerges can become a blurry facsimile. Likewise, new information and experiences can change what Joan Didion describes as “the stories we tell ourselves in order to live.” For a long time, I’ve had the firm belief that my father went home early the night we were tobogganing to nurse his banged-up head with a glass of whisky and that I had dutifully trundled along soon after because I felt guilty and because I was worried I’d hurt him. (I had, but he would be fine.) Yet my story is full of gaps, like a half-remembered dream. How much of that memory is shaded by the knowledge that my father would go on to have quite a battle with whisky, one he wouldn’t win? And though the memory is clearly nostalgic and even funny (remember that time I kinda hurt Dad?), it is a sad story to put on the page.

Just because they look real when you screen these short movies in the mind’s eye doesn’t mean they are. Perhaps the easiest person to deceive is oneself.

“Memory might well be described as the incessant construction of the past and be seen as just one aspect of our tendency to confabulate,” the late Robert Todd Carroll, an academic and professional skeptic, once warned. Confabulate: a wonderful word, larded with judgment yet almost naughty. One researcher put it another way: “Memory is not a stable phenomenon.” I had hung on to childhood memories as resolute, immutable and, most of all, categorically true. Details seem to lend my memories a certain verisimilitude. But just because they look real when you screen these short movies in the mind’s eye doesn’t mean they are. Perhaps the easiest person to deceive is oneself.

For a long time, nostalgia was considered an affliction, even a mental disorder. Derived from the Greek words nostos (homecoming) and algos (pain), the term was coined in the 17th century to describe a fierce homesickness among soldiers. Back then, those who were considered most susceptible—soldiers far from home, children away from their parents for the first time, young labourers removed from their families—were punished with leeching, bullying or worse. (One military doctor in post-Civil War America proposed public shaming to rid homesick troops of their weak will.)

Yet nostalgia persists, and about 20 years ago, researchers began to wonder if it wasn’t such a bad thing after all. “Nostalgia doesn’t trigger distress; distress triggers nostalgia,” Dr. Clay Routledge, behavioural scientist and author, has said. And though loneliness, loss or big changes, such as a long-distance move, can put people in a wistful frame of mind, reminiscing itself has a surprisingly comforting effect.

“You end up with a stronger feeling of belonging and affiliation, and you become more generous toward others.”

“Nostalgic stories often start badly, with some kind of problem, but then they tend to end well, thanks to help from someone close to you,” Dr. Constantine Sedikides, a social and personality psychology professor at the University of Southampton in England, has said. “So you end up with a stronger feeling of belonging and affiliation, and you become more generous toward others.” That song lyric you loved long ago, that melody you remember, the holiday you took with someone no longer alive… These are the sorts of things that set us fondly wandering down memory lane. The smell of the woods does it for me. It brings back memories of driving at 15 kilometres an hour down the bumpy dirt road to my grandparents’ cottage on the shores of Lake Huron, windows rolled down, our dog poking his head out and his nose twitching madly.

Whether or not such recollections are based on cold, hard fact, nostalgia makes us more empathic and less alienated. It connects us with our family and friends and, perhaps most important, fosters what psychologists call self-continuity. “Nostalgia compensates for uncomfortable states—for example, people with feelings of meaninglessness or a discontinuity between past and present,” Dr. Tim Wildschut, a Dutch researcher who collaborates with Sedikides, told The Guardian when their research on the benefits of nostalgia made headlines in 2014. Far from being a “demonic disorder,” as it was once considered, wistful thinking is good for us.

“Nostalgia compensates for uncomfortable states—for example, people with feelings of meaninglessness or a discontinuity between past and present.”

Wildschut—who long ago left the Netherlands to live in America and then England and knows a thing or two about homesickness—has even prescribed it as a kind of vitamin to “promote emotional equilibrium.” Today, speaking from his office in Southampton, he says, “Nostalgia moves you away from a purely hedonistic view of happiness.” It is proof, he says, that happiness and sadness have their place in a meaningful life. “Even though we’re told we ought to be happy and not sad,” he says, “people are quite good at reconciling both.”

“A lot of research shows that all memory is reconstructed, and the same is undoubtedly true for nostalgia, but whether memory is accurate has little bearing on what I’m interested in,” he says. These days, Wildschut is interested in the neurological foundations of nostalgia, something scientists are hazy on, and whether it’s an emotion that might help people process threatening or traumatic events. He wants to know what the purpose of it is and how it might be harnessed.

“Even though we’re told we ought to be happy and not sad, people are quite good at reconciling both.”

Turns out, it is possible to reconcile the good and the bad, the happy and sad, in one go. So does it matter how truthful I am being when I recount that fated toboggan ride one winter decades ago? The story reminds me of my childhood and how much I love my father and, of course, how much I miss him. But then I summon that memory and he’s here with me somehow. Now, whether that winter night in small-town Ontario unfolded precisely the way I describe it is another question—and one that I’m not convinced matters. “Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember,” wrote Didion, who once boasted that the kinds of memories that ended up in her notebook were “lies.”

“Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.”

Wildschut is right that these little fibs are beside the point. Still, reflecting on some of these stories has made me wonder whether I’ve simply told myself the wrong stories—grafted details and meaning on them that they didn’t have at the time. As an adult, I criss-crossed Canada—Ontario, Quebec, Alberta, Saskatchewan—and then settled in England. Yet, in many ways, that first move, from the small town where I was born, was the most profound. And so I returned to my childhood home one August day not long ago, this time bringing my camera.

I slowed the rental car down as I approached and parked near the curb. The house, though smaller than I remember it—funny how memories make much of our childhood seem larger than life—looked exactly the same: white with blue shutters, a long swath of grass at the front and stone steps leading down to that sprawling backyard where we’d tapped our maple trees. There was another minivan in the driveway, another family there now making their own memories. For some reason, this didn’t make me jealous or sad. Either time had faded the pain of leaving or I was able to recognize my affection for what it was: nostalgia not for the home before me but for the place in my mind’s eye—for my childhood. Call these memories lies, call them confabulations, but that will do nothing to discredit their purpose—or their power.

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I saw the hc asks and your hc page (like! Like! Like!) And was wondering what your hcs are for hobbies. For some OPs it's clear (Glaz does his art thing, what a surprise) but for others, like montagne or rook...? (I also see that Doc doesn't have any time for himself /for a hobby)

Hobbies for all ops and CTUs so far, you say? Sure! Buckle up, this might be long:

FBI

- Ash: According to her savta, shooting things is not a hobby, but Ash disagrees.

- Thermite: He grew up in a ranch and loves riding. He’s also good at chemistry and melting metal, so I propose: Thermites dabbles in forging/smithing stuff when he has enough free time.

- Pulse: He likes doing crossword puzzles and god forbid you try to help him! He’s capable to do it on his own and doesn’t like interferences.

- Castle: He’s a language nerd, studying/reading/practicing new languages is his hobby for sure.

SAS

- Thatcher: Aside from repairing his boat, he also enjoys fishing. Used to do that with his dad & brothers, tries to take the rest of the SAS fishing as a bonding experience. It doesn’t go very well

- Sledge: He knits AND crochets. It’s good for when he needs to de-stress and he’s made scarves for everyone in the base.

- Smoke: Boxing, it helps him focus all his chaotic energy.

- Mute: Flying drones, coming up with new and wild engineering ideas just for fun.

GIGN

- Montagne: He hasn’t had the opportunity to do so since he got in Rainbow, but Montagne loves fish-keeping and working on the perfect balance for his aquarium. It requires dedication and hard work and also patience, and he absolutely would name all the fishes.

- Twitch: Engineering IS her hobby and her life. It’s also part of her work. Twitch is a workaholic.

- Doc: He surely had some hobby, but he can’t remember it, or the last time he had free time for it. Doc is also a workaholic, although one that loves to complain about it.

- Rook: He knits and refuses to let anyone make him feel bad about his hobby. Has some sort of knitting club going with Sledge.

Spetsnaz

- Tachanka: He collects and repairs old weapons. Mostly soviet, but he has some interesting pieces from other countries too. And he dances surprisingly well.

- Kapkan: Hunting, of course, but he also carves wood figures. And gardening too, it’s like spending time in the great outdoors but at a smaller scale.

- Glaz: Quite obviously, painting. He’s an artist, and quite a good one.

- Fuze: He builds new weapon prototypes for fun. And tests them, if he can convince Six of it.

GSG9

- Jäger: Planes. Model planes, repairing old WWI & II planes, you name it. Piloting too, ofc.

- Bandit: If asked he’d say something vague and mildly vulgar, like drinking and fucking. Truth is he has some hobbies from his biker days, but those are playing pool and his beloved bike.

- Blitz: He was and still is an athlete at heart, and Blitz loves running.

- IQ: She likes engineering stuff, but she’s more self-aware and knows she needs to disconnect from time to time. So she turns to books, specially romance novels. If anyone ever makes fun of her for it, she’d break their nose. She and Bandit share and laugh over the occasional bad sex scene, or comment about the good ones.

JTF2

- Buck: He brews his own beer and cider. He ends up convincing Sledge to give it a try too.

- Frost: Sled racing, with dogs. She loves the snow, the survival aspect, and the doggies ofc!

SEAL

- Valkyrie: Swimming and diving, of course! She wanted to be a professional swimmer, but now it’s just a hobby. She still loves water and some people call her a mermaid.

- Blackbeard: He likes driving and going on roadtrips, and if he has to go on his own, then be it. He’ll take his car, whoever else wants to hop along, and drive until he’s sick of it, then stop at the nearest village or city. He loves discovering new places like this.

BOPE

- Capitao: He tried to write his memoirs and instead started planning a different novel, slightly based on some real life events from when he was young.

- Caveira: She loves her facepaints, and in fact is rather good with makeup too. She follows vlogs from body makeup artists and tries some of the concepts when she can.

SAT

- Hibana: Archery, and she’s incredibly good at it! She has won several competitions and proudly displays her trophies.

- Echo: I always imagined he’d be into e-sports and competitive gaming.

GEO

- Jackal: He plays the acoustic guitar/spanish guitar, and sings too. Thanks grain-crain-drain for the idea!

- Mira: Fixing cars is second nature to her. She also enjoys ballroom dancing.

SDU

- Ying: She kinda wants to get into racing, but not until she’s sure she won’t have her PTSD triggered during a race.

- Lesion: He has many interests and prefers doing stuff along with other people rather than alone. He goes fishing with Thatcher and whoever else wants to come along, plays chess with Kaid, and does origami with Vigil. And when he wants something more exciting, he knows he can count on Smoke to go wtih him bungee jumping. Thank you catfacedcryptid for helping with the ideas in this one! 💕

GROM

- Zofia: She has a recipe and cooking blog, which somehow turned into a half-personal journal as well, and she never expected it would get so popular. Yes, she includes anecdotes in between the recipes 😂

- Ela: She’s also an artist, although unlike Glaz she prefers digital art over traditional.

707SMB

- Vigil: When he’s stressed he makes origami figures. He has a shelf full of them.

- Dokkaebi: Hacking is her hobby, of course. She also has several social media profiles and is an active member in a couple of hacking forums.

CBRN

- Lion: His rebel years left him with an appreciation for rock music and a dream to be in a group. Lion plays the electric guitar 😄

- Finka: Pushed by her parents from a young age to try different sports, just like her siblings, she eventually discovered a strong love for fencing and ice-skating.

GIS

- Maestro: Cooking, and boxing with Smoke. But mostly cooking.

- Alibi: She’s also a marksman, engages Ash in friendly shooting competitions.

GSUTR

- Clash: She took pottery classes some time ago, and she keeps honing her skills and trying new things.

- Maverick: Photography, mostly nature or candid shots of his fellow operators. I also think he likes horses and riding.

GIGR

- Kaid: Playing chess, he’s a good strategist and it shows. And while dozing off with a cat on his lap is not a hobby, he also loves that 😂

- Nomad: Traveling and keeping her travel journal, which includes some drawing and scrapbook making.

SASR

- Mozzie: Dirt biking, of course. The more dangerous the jumps and stunts are, the more he likes it. He knows his limits and works to surpass them.

- Gridlock: Robotics. She still wants to compete again in robot championships, just like she and Mozzie did so many years ago. She would consider that fixing cars and vehicles has become more part of her job than a hobby, but still loves it too.

#rainbow 6 siege #r6s #rainbow six siege #r6siege #headcanons #Anonymous

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The Sequel - 841

Full Sail

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

Four sails propelled Lilly XO from Port Pierre Canto out into the Mediterranean around noon on Sunday. There were three big sails and one little one. Christina couldn’t remember the proper names, and didn’t ask her captain. It didn’t really matter to her. All that counted was the pleasing sound of the enormous white sheets first rippling and then catching the wind and going taught. She was pretty sure she once learned a technical term for that too. The boat’s masts were impressive even without the sails, so with them up they really were quite imposing. Those sails cast a great shadow. It was like having high-rise buildings built right on the main deck. The biggest was taller than the boat was long. She and Juan enjoyed her $26 million bequest from her father right at the bow, in the small area in front of the biggest sail, in the beautiful Côte d’Azur sun. Her hull tipped one way and they leaned the other. The metal railings helped add some stability, but Christina felt safe in that otherwise precarious spot while they sped through the water because Juan held onto her waist. His arm was mostly just a passive guest around her middle, in reality. In her head, his arm around her was nearly always the mental equivalent of a life vest.

“I can’t believe we can go so fast and have it be this smooth,” Juan remarked as Lilly XO picked up speed. They’d been standing up there at the pointy nose for a while, and the spray was just getting serious enough to sting a bit.

“If we go any faster and any more sideways, we’re gonna be stuck up here until we get where we’re going,” his more wary friend replied. They could stand upright. It would be difficult to walk back to the cabin if the deck pitched any more dramatically.

“How’s your stomach?” he asked her, smiling over her head. He knew her history of small-boat seasickness.

“It’s okay for now. Don’t let go of me though.”

The player promised not to let her go, but he deliberately abandoned her just as Lilly XO leaned over at a most extreme angle- so seriously that they absolutely had to hold onto the railing to keep from losing their footing. Christina was furious, and terrified. There was no good reason, really, since she was a perfectly capable swimmer and the worst thing that could happen was ending up in the water. It was just one of those irrational fears that really got to her. She was full of panic and anxiety until he realized his game wasn’t amusing and held onto her tightly until their progress slowed and the deck leveled out. That was enough “King of The World spot” for her. The rider scurried back to the safety of the fly bridge, and asked if they were going to be “all sideways” again. Captain Theo promised an uneventful and more upright cruise the rest of the way to the spot he picked for them to enjoy their afternoon and evening, off Pointe du Batéguier on the north side of Île Sainte-Marguerite. They made it there without her having to throw up. One of the dogs got sick downstairs though, probably before the promise was made. They joined their mom in relieved happiness when the anchors were tossed into the greenish blue water and the other two men in the crew methodically secured the downed sails. She sat with them for a few minutes to make sure they were both okay and that they knew they weren’t alone on the scary carnival ride, and then they accompanied her and her friend to the swim deck.

“Okay, you guys stay here. Don’t jump in. I won’t go far, so don’t-“ Hey! Christina felt allover cold when she unexpectedly hit the water. Juan shoved her in the shoulder and sent her flying. Spencer jumped in after her, so before she could complain she had to rescue the tricolor terrier and put him back on the deck. Both dogs were okay swimmers. They got in the pool at home. Their legs got tired quickly though, and it was much easier for them to tread water in the pool. One of the guys was supposed to be finding their floating kiddie pool as well as some snorkeling gear for the humans.

“That wasn’t very nice,” the grand prix winner turned professional vacationer admonished once her footballer companion slid gently off the deck into the water. “Why are you determined to scare me to death today?” And why do you look so amazing without a shirt all of a sudden, she added. And why didn’t you take it off sooner? We’ve had days of lying in the sun and he’s had a shirt on almost the whole time, or at least all the time he was standing up. Even when we’re having sex, shirt on. When did he get so...lean?

“You make it easy,” Juan shot back. They both held onto the deck. Only one of them had wet hair and salt water in her mouth. “Water feels good.”

“It doesn’t taste very good.”

“I wish I brought my sunglasses down.”

“I’m glad I didn’t or they’d belong to some fish right now.”

“I think they probably float.”

“Do you want yours? The Fonz can get them for you.” Christina nodded at the young Italian, Alfonso, who was coming down the stairs with their swim accessories. He understood English perfectly well and never said anything but “yes” and “very good”. He was the newest member of the current crew, apparently.

“No.”

“Can you give me a boost?”

“You’re getting out already?”

“Just to get them in their pool.”

Juan lifted the rider by her waist and got her about halfway to getting her butt on the wet, wooden deck. She had to do the rest herself, and accidentally kicked him in the face in the process. That evoked hysterical laughter, and comments about karma and payback. The partially-submerge-able kiddie pool was readied for Spencer and Lucky and she set them inside with two tennis balls once it was securely tied to the ladder into the water, which Christina used to get back into the water more gracefully than her first entrance. The Chelsea man with the surprisingly lean and chiseled torso was already swimming around with his snorkel.

Life is good. I’m going to take this moment and reflect on that, because he and the other one constantly accuse me of skipping over the good in the now to worry about the unknown in the future, and I don’t want them to be right, Christina decided. Dirk was brilliant last night but not in an above average way, which is great because it means his baseline is back where it belongs- significantly higher than everybody else’s. It felt good to go out and experience that with him. We’re in a beautiful part of the world. Juanin has been so fun, and so easy, and yeah we’ve had a lot of completely pointless conversations but we’ve had a lot of interesting ones too- that I don’t get to have with other people. I can tell how much he loves being here with me. I can tell how much he loves being with me when I’m showing.

Also, I think I’m ready to be grateful to Dad for this boat. He was totally stupid to do what he did, but it’s possible he had some wisdom here. It’s possible he knew it would one day be the place I can go to get my head on straight, and to get to a place where I feel good. I think that’s what his boat always was for him. Maybe that’s why things were never good with him and Mom once it was gone. I don’t know. And I don’t feel bad that I can finally have a “life is good” moment when Schü and Lukas aren’t here. I probably should. It’s probably a bad sign that I have to be away from my husband and son to get to that. But I feel like I’ll still think life is good when they’re here too. They aren’t suffering somewhere else because I’m here with Juanin. We’re all doing something good for us, and enjoying it. I think he’s good for me and I enjoy him. How can that be bad for my marriage? Isn’t anything that makes me this happy- this relaxed, and settled, and not worried about what’s coming- a good thing for me and the people who love me?

I mean, I mentioned the Olympics selection last night without even having a hint of a panic attack. That’s real progress. I hope boyfriend is waking up today thinking about how good life is too- that he had a fun trip with his friends and he’s looking forward to the last day there and coming to see me and the Munchkin. I hope the Munchkin is covered in Uncle Rafa’s spaghetti sauce right now and not even thinking about whether his parents still exist since he hasn’t seen them in days. I hope that one over there with the farmer tan and the nice dolphin kick is thinking life is great today as well, and isn’t too down about our little part of the summer drawing to a close. I’m pretty sure the horses are all enjoying life, and Tom probably had a great week at home, and Isa I know is thrilled to be back with us. That’s pretty much everyone I care about. I can’t worry about anything else. That’s my circle.

“You know it’s not actually swimming if you’re just sitting on the ladder,” the current center of her circle pointed out while she was off in reflection but very much on the stairs, with her elbows at least.

“I don’t need to literally swim to enjoy being in the water.” Christina rolled her eyes and let go of the ladder to swim lazily to where Juan was treading water, a few meters away. She swam around him so that she could hold onto his back and neck as if to get a piggyback ride. “All my ouchy spots stop hurting when they’re underwater.”

“Good. Five days with you and I see now that you have more chronic pains than I’ve ever had. You should have a real break some time,” the Spaniard recommended, increasing his energy output to compensate for the extra weight on his back. “A whole month or something, just giving your body a chance to rest.”

“Yeeeeah I think we know I can’t do that, for a multitude of reasons.” And let’s not even get into them. “I have this week off from riding at least, and there isn’t enough gym equipment onboard to do that much. Hey, speaking of gym equipment, when did you get so skinny?”

“A while ago,” he laughed as he slowly headed for the swim deck.

“Did you change something? Are you eating differently, or working out more?”

“A little of both things. I had to change with the way we played this year. I feel better than I ever have though, so I’m happy I had to do something different,” he explained. His passenger made her mouth into a suction cup on his cheek for no particular reason other than it was close by. “You should do the same. You’re so heavy.”

“I am not. I just did a fucking bikini shoot.”

“They can Photoshop.”

“Pfft. I am very hot right now. I know because when I get tan it makes all my muscles more noticeable, and because I’ve gained three pounds since I moved to Germany. I was getting kinda skinny, as you know.” Christina let go of his neck and tugged the puppy pool closer to the ladder so that she could sit on one of the steps and reach over the side to play with Spencer and Lucky, who were trying to climb out. Juan used one of the shiny metal railings to hoist himself up onto the deck. He still had the snorkel and goggles on his head and the sight of him made her laugh inside. It also made her swoon. “You should leave your shirt off when it’s time to lay in the sun soon.”

“You should take your bathing suit off when it’s time to lay in the sun.”

“I will if youuuuu do,” the rider smiled. “I think these guys are down for sunbathing in the nude too. What do you think, Spence?” The more colorful of the terriers got help in his bid for freedom. Christina lifted him out of the little floating pool, which was really meant for Lukas, and gave him a smooch on the head. He licked at her chin. “I’ll take that as a yes. Who wants to get started on the whole laying in the sun thing? Yeah me too.” She nodded emphatically at the curious pup, who knew he was being asked a question but not what it was or how to answer it, and then put him down on the deck behind her so she could get his brother out too. The Spaniard wasn’t ready to leave the water yet.

She left him there and took her little friends up to the main deck for towels, then to the tiny bathroom in the tiny hall between the outside sitting area and the inside one, to get in the shower with her to rinse off the Mediterranean. Lucky in particular loved being invited into a shower. He hated baths, but showers were great. Sometimes when they stayed in hotel rooms he waited outside the shower for Christina, perhaps hoping to be let in. André told her it wasn’t that he liked the rainfall feeling but that he didn’t want to be away from her in places like hotels- away from home. Spencer liked showers slightly less. What he loved was the towel-dry treatment after any exercise in wetness. His mom rigorously rubbed all over his coat and gently on his legs and feet, and his eyes closed in sleepy relaxation even as he stood on her thigh outside. They were both unhappy with her when she told them to wait there while she went downstairs to get a tote with her sunscreen, two books, her phone, and Juan’s reading glasses, to bring to the lounge chairs just set out for her with more towels, some cold water to drink, and a bowl of tropical fruit kabobs to snack on. The Toy Fox Terriers got the last of their pig ear chews to enjoy in the sun. Espen was bringing fresh supplies on Monday.

Getting settled for sunning was much more complicated for Christina than for Spencer and Lucky. She needed to reapply her SPF, and apply it for the first time to the bits that were previously covered by her various bathing suits since she was sunning without. She needed the perfect fold job to make a towel into the ideal pillow. She needed to debate the use of sunglasses and try reading with and without them multiple times before committing to a strategy. She needed to forget and then remember to put sunscreen on the soles of her feet. And then about 90 seconds after getting comfortable with her crime novel about a Swedish detective and the unsolved rape and murder of a 9-year-old girl, the rider on her first real day of holiday fell asleep. That was probably a sign that she really needed the rest, and that might have been why Juan let her sleep, though he did fit himself onto her lounger instead of taking up the one the dogs abandoned in favor of the couch in the shade. They were the ones who woke her. A large sea bird landed on the railing near the flag at the back of the boat. They had to rush back to bark at it.

“Shhhhhhhhh,” Christina yawned. The art of yawn-complaining was well represented in her portfolio.

“You should probably turn over so you don’t end up uneven,” the player suggested to her as she felt around in front of her for the book he’d already relocated.

“Are you wearing a shirt? I don’t want to open my eyes.” She switched to feeling around for him instead, and did roll over when she found him. She put her arm on his chest and rubbed by his collarbones. He feels so hot, she thought idly. Like temperature-wise. He’s baking. I hope he put the whole bottle of SPF30 on. “How long was I asleep?”

“Twelve hours.”

“Don’t even joke about that. If I slept for 12 hours then that means you’re leaving soon, and I’m not ready.” The very naked girl opened her eyes one at a time not to make sure it was still sunny out and not the middle of the night, but because she wanted to see the face she was already close to missing. Don’t get sad yet, she urged herself, almost pityingly. You were doing so good about being here instead of worrying about there. He’s so...sweet looking. Sigh. Squinty blues peered back at her on the nearly flat chaise. It was the comfort behind them, and in the rest of his red-tinged face, that read as sweet. It was vulnerability. Christina wondered, just a little, if he was still shy without a shirt around her. He was a shirt on guy, all the time. André was to some degree too, but he preferred to keep his clothes on because he was always cold, and had no insecurity about stripping off in the sun, or in bed. Juan appeared to her without a shield of sorts, not just without a shirt. It was endearing, and revealing. It was a unique kind of intimacy between them, she assumed, that allowed him to let her fully “in”, in all the different ways that manifest. Even at the beach in Spain, he kept a towel on his shoulders when he was without a shirt and not actively submerged in water.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” The Spaniard didn’t move, but she could feel his scrutiny intensify, like he was looking at her for an answer to more than the question asked.

“What are you thinking about right now?” she questioned, curious, and wanting to be real.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her without inflection. He wasn’t going to be as real.

“Thank you.” She was going to give him a pass.

“Dinner and drinks out tonight? Or dinner and drinks at the table behind us?”

“I dunno. Which would you rather do? I don’t mind either way.” Christina shrugged and slid her hand lower down to draw a path around his chest. “We haven’t even had lunch yet.”

“I would like to go out, maybe some place special,” Juan winked without a smile. Why so serious, his ex asked in her head. Is it just because he’s squinting from the sun? He’s so...intense. I’m just gonna ask. It’s Juanin.

“What’s up, babe?” She wriggled even closer and propped herself up on her elbow so that she could see better, and so that he wouldn’t have to keep his head turned all the way to the right just to see her at all. “Something is different.”

“Nothing is up.” He shook his head and pushed his lower lip in, as if to imply she was asking a baseless question. His simultaneous scratching at his cheek and then messing with his hair made her skeptical, and her instincts said she shouldn’t believe him anyway. There was something amiss.

“Are you sure? You look...preoccupied.”

“I’m sure, cariña.” The player offered a smile, and stopped his nervous or distracted habits in favor of covering her hand on his chest with his, and giving it a gentle squeeze/pat combo deal.

“Okay, but just know that I totally don’t believe you,” she warned.

“That’s your problem, not mine! What are we having for lunch, since you mentioned it.”

“Tacos and margaritas. Let’s get drunk.” Christina leaned over to peck his shoulder, and offered a big grin of her own. She wasn’t going to accept that something wasn’t going on in his head that he was keeping from her, but she was willing to accept responsibility for stopping whatever it was. It had to be an “icky” thing, because it was making him much too intense for an early Sunday afternoon on a lounge chair. Also, she wanted to hang out with “lazy-drunk Juanin” and his particular sense of humor and sharpness of wit. He was one of her favorite friends. They could be relaxed and slothlike together while also cracking nonstop jokes and sharing sloppy, pointless kisses. Sometimes being lazy-drunk could lead to exclusive admissions of conscience too. It could lead to learning new or interesting information about one another’s thoughts. Margaritas could loosen lips that way. The drawn out intake could ensure that they never got tipsy enough for Drunk Drama. “Are you hungry? Should I tell Georgina we want to eat soon?”

“Yes. Eat soon; drink now?”

“Okay.” The rider got on hands and knees to administer a cheek kiss, and then put a towel on to go find the chief stewardess. It dawned on her on the way inside that while she wanted to cover up before talking to members of her crew, there were no boats anchored close enough for anyone aboard to see her walk around naked, or to see her do anything else for that matter. She remembered that that was almost the whole point of leaving Cannes for the day, and for Juan staying the extra night. She wanted the freedom to behave with him however she wanted without fear of being “caught”. Therefore, after letting Georgina know they were starting to think about lunch and very much craving margaritas, she dropped her towel on the deck near her lounger and installed herself directly on top of the midfielder occupying it.

“Hi,” he greeted her, his expression that of someone trying to figure out exactly what she was up to. She straddled his waist and leaned on her hands on either side of his head, giving him a face full of breasts.

“Hi. I’m here for the carefree naked caressing.”

“I’m going to get a funny tan. I’ll have an outline of a girl on my stomach.” His confusion was very temporary. One of his hands formed to her waist and the other landed gently on her white butt.

“I’m not that narrow,” Christina laughed. “I’m more like an umbrella just blocking out all the sun. Hey. Question. Are there any things that your parents tried to get you to use when you were a kid that you were like “pfft, never, I’m good” but now you use all the time?”

“Like what?”

“I refused to wear winter hats until I was like 20, and I never used umbrellas, and I hated sunglasses. Now I love hats and sunglasses and I’m pretty cool with umbrellas.”

“No. I-“ Whatever Juan was going to say was interrupted by Georgina, loudly announcing the margaritas. Well that’s embarrassing, her employer sniggered inside, meaning for her and not herself. The Englishwoman looked incredibly uncomfortable having to deliver the two tequila cocktails to the little table next to the naked woman squatting on her not-husband. She sat up straight while she waited for the short glasses to be moved from the tray to the table, and Juan released her butt to squeeze her thighs instead. If I were sitting on Schü, he would pick this moment to sit up and suck on a boob, just to make it MORE awkward, and because he’s an exhibitionist.

“Thanks.”

“Enjoy. The drinks.”

Georgina practically ran back inside. Christina reached for a margarita and her sailing companion spanked her hard enough to spill it all over her hand.

“Now I’m going to be all sticky,” she complained, allowing her hand to drip on his stomach.

“Gimme.” Juan gestured for her hand and she thought he might wipe it with the end of the towel under the back of his head. He actually just licked all the tequila, Cointreau, and lime juice from her fingers, no extra salt necessary. “That tastes good, cariña,” he nodded. “You should try spilling the whole thing on yourself and licking it off. Particularly in this area.” He made a circular gesture in front of her chest and then reached for his own beverage. The lime wheel stuck on the rim was his first focus. He pulled it apart and sucked on it for a second, and then dropped it into the glass before taking a sip from the non-salted section.

“Yeah. No. You make a good coaster though.” The expat took a tentative, testing sip of her drink and then set it back down on the Londoner.

“You’re a sexy umbrella.”

“I don’t think I’m blocking much sun right now.”

“You’re blocking it from my eyes and that’s good enough.” Juan reached to squeeze and release her left breast, and poked her belly button. Whatever was on his mind before was definitely gone, she decided. His happy holiday glow was back on his features where it belonged.

“Where do you want to go tonight?” She took another sip and returned the drink to his defined stomach again, but Juan slid the sweating glass, still in her hand, down his abs and to where she was sitting on him. He pushed the icy cold object against her pubic bone and then smirked at her when she shuddered in surprise.

“Give it a second; it’ll feel nice,” he assured calmly.

“How would you know? You don’t have a vagina to put ice on. I refuse to believe you ever enjoy ice anywhere near your gentleman’s area.”

“Does it not feel nice?”

“Kinda,” she conceded. What she felt after the initial shock of the cold was a sort of awareness there, between her legs. There was a serious contrast going on. She was sitting on a very hot body, baking in direct sunlight, and the most sensitive part of her exterior was wet and very cold and had something hard pushed against it. Juan had some more of his margarita and then held his own glass on top of his stomach in front of her. “So where do you want to go? What did you have in mind?” his friend prodded. She thought going out for dinner might have had something to do with whatever was definitely troubling him moments earlier. Her fingers wiped some of the condensation down his glass and spread it around aimlessly where the hair was growing back on his chest. It was very difficult for her to let go of the compulsion to know and understand his thoughts, despite her best effort to ignore it and focus on the “good”.

“Some place where flip-flops aren’t allowed.” The player’s eyes grew wide and comical, and “eepsy”.

“You don’t even wear flip-flops.”

“Sí, but you do, everywhere.”

“My feet are nudists.”

“You have stilettos that cover less of your feet than your flip-flops.”

“Which part of “you should take a month off because of your chronic leg pain” did you not really mean before?”

“All of it.”

“Can I lay on you or is it too hot?” Christina lifted her drink to her lips and some of the condensation immediately dripped down her arm. It wasn’t unbearably hot. There was a lovely breeze. Sitting on skin and against skin was just helping the ice in her margarita melt faster. Her coaster told her she could lay on him if she got up first and lifted up the back of the lounger a little so that he wasn’t so flat. Her desired location was actually mostly next to him, but she leaned over his shoulder and rested her cheek on him, and folded one of her legs over his thigh. The Spaniard put an arm around her and used it to absently rub and squeeze her butt. His flat stomach remained the coaster for their emptying drinks. Juan had been trying to teach her, for days, how to just do nothing. She was really quite terrible about being idle. He told her she didn’t have to read a book or magazine, or play cards, or browse social media on her phone, or have a strategic planning session in her head about what to do later, or what to do next week, or next month. His hope was for her to be able to do nothing without even talking, but that was asking a lot. His best results came when he chatted with her about inconsequential or nonsense things, like what kind of fish she’d like to be and what he would take with him on a sailing trip around the world. The player managed to keep his theoretical girlfriend in theoretical “do nothing” mode long enough to drink another round of margaritas, go for another cooling dip in the sea, and sit down for lunch. Then it all went to hell because André called to share the fact that he got a text from Thomas Tuchel. It was a goodbye text. The club was going to confirm the termination of his tenure as BVB manager in the morning.

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How the Internet Birthed a Younger Vape God

There’s this trick that today eludes the Vape God. It’s known as the double lasso.

It’s a marvel of fluid dynamics and spatial manipulation that conjures an airy cloud of hot vapor that just sort of floats there, like a just-determined deep-sea creature with out eyes and 24 dicks on its face. The trick goes like this: It begins with a thick, milky O about a foot in diameter, expelled from the Vape God’s mouth. Then he blows a smaller, quicker O no larger than an Entenmann’s doughnut via that, which unravels and envelops the unique loop in a sheen of translucent smoke. But that’s now not sufficient. This is a goddamn double lasso, so an excellent tinier smoke doughnut is threaded thru the primary two, which creates a resplendent Turducken of filthy-candy dankness.

It appears to require the lung capacity of an 800-meter swimmer and the larynx control of Mariah Carey, whilst she should nonetheless hit notes that made dogs perk up. Controlling the velocity of the double lasso is important, too: The quicker the first O is expelled, the better its viscosity, But fire it out too speedy and you have to chase it throughout the room like a Vape Noob (that is just embarrassing). “It is all simply momentum, the manner you hit the O,” the Vape God says, contorting his mouth like a koi. “You absolutely gotta hit it perfectly.” It’s far, to borrow one of the Vape God’s preferred terms, definitely ill.

However pulling off the double lasso is also very tough. The Vape God has only completed the feat a handful of instances, and by no means smooth enough for his liking. nowadays, after a few minutes of halfhearted attempts in the front of a stranger (me), perfection escapes him. (“It’s mad hard.”) The Vape God deflates with a shrug and reverts returned to his opportunity form, a Millennial.

He’s Austin Lawrence, 21, and the co-proprietor of Vertigo Vaporium, the greatest singer of vape-related paraphernalia in the incredible American metropolis of new Brunswick, New Jersey. Lawrence is about 6-foot-three, with spaghetti limbs. His face is model-gaunt, with a good-looking bone structure that serves him properly on his Instagram, where he has gathered 320,000 followers. His complexion is faded—in my notes I wrote, “nouveau rap-goth”—which indicates Lawrence doesn’t spend lots time within the solar. Twin earrings sparkle from his earlobes, like faint S.O.S., the alerts crying out for help inside the distant, blueberry-flavored fog (Lawrence’s favorite flavor; tastes “surely good”).

Real short approximately the Instagram-reputation stuff: Lawrence’s complete component is making crazy vape movies that get insane stocks on social media. The nly in which he blows smoke onto a countertop, flicks his wrist, and sends a literal double-helix tornado up to the heavens. In every other, he spits out a triangle—with corners! Pointy and shit!—that shimmies like a geometric amoeba before it vanishes. His aptitude at this particular component is surreal—a daunting reminder that time waits for no person and we all emerge as old, washed, and out of contact with whatever the youngsters are smoking. It’s a charming shape of self-expression. “Kind of an art shape, Type of,” says Lawrence. The way to Look for Beginning Mother and father

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On Closer Examination of Obama’s Beginning certificates

A first rate deal of time has been spent over the centuries by way of record professionals of various nations poring over letters, certificate, affidavits, and different essential revealed count trying to determine whether they had been originals, copies of the originals, or forgeries. And it maintains into the twenty first Century, as handwriting evaluation and severa other forensic specialties using high-tech system are actually robotically hired on this manner of document analysis, especially where there are suspicions that critical documents, containing salient written records, are complicated forgeries. How do such relevant suspicions stand up?

nicely, take, for example, an Hawaiian lengthy-form Birth certificates of the status U.S. President, Barack H. Obama, who, from the beginning of his election campaign in past due-2007, has refused to make the Start file and his college/university academic information to be had for public perusal, in an effort to substantiate that he is, in deed, a herbal born citizen of the usa. This President has continuously fought costly court cases, before and after he became elected, so one can maintain from being required via court docket order to supply the files. Then, abruptly, the Beginning certificate mysteriously appears on the Internet Throughout the third 12 months of Obama’s presidential term. Do Obama’s furtive behaviors and the unexpected appearance of the Start certificate on the Internet make the President look suspicious?

I suppose that it does, in particular whilst that President, before and after being elected, has spent close to 2 million bucks in legal professional fees to oppose plaintiffs, in federal court, attempting to get a federal judge to mandate that he disclose his lengthy-shape Beginning certificate and academic data to the state, all of which would price him less than 20 greenbacks in copy costs. Mr. Obama spent most of 2009 and 2010 combating lawyers, such as Dr. Orly Taitz, spending Democratic campaign finances and federal tax cash to pay USDOJ lawyers, and private legal professionals of the Perkins-Coie Regulation Company, to symbolize him in severa federal lawsuits. All the time, he become thumbing his nostril at the yankee public announcing, “You can’t pressure me to expose you some thing.”

Then, in 2009, while involved states like Louisiana started legislating rules requiring humans searching for federal office to submit their original lengthy-form Birth certificates to verify their citizenship reputation before being certified as candidates for election or re-election, Obama releases onto the Internet a Hawaiian lengthy-form certificates of stay Birth displaying, supposedly, that he was born in Hawaii in 1961. But, on taking a better take a look at the file, there’s a good sized problem with that certificate of stay Delivery. At the same time as Obama wishes everybody to make a noisy sigh of alleviation and say, “There It is. He turned into born in the Usa,” an Exam of the certificate reveals a poignant and startling irregularity. whilst intently as compared to 2 different sincerely authentic Hawaiian certificates of live Birth, of two girl twins born in the identical sanatorium All through the identical 12 months, an egregious discrepancy is with no trouble apparent.

The oldest Dual, Susan Nordyke, became born at 2:12 p.M. On August 5, 1961 and become given a certificates No. 151-6-10637, various that was duly filed with the Hawaiian registrar on August 11, 1961. The second one Twin, Gretchen, became born at 2:17 p.M. And given a certificate range 151-sixty one-10638 filed on the equal day that her sister’s number was filed, August eleven, 1961. while Obama’s certificate of stay Birth, the one the White Residence launched, is compared with the ones of the twins, It’s far quite apparent that Obama become given a higher certificates quantity than those of the twins. Traditionally, in 1961, Birth certificate numbers had been assigned handiest via the Hawaii Branch of health in Honolulu. The numbers had been stamped by hand onto the Delivery certificates through people in that Department, and those numbers mechanically multiplied by means of one each time a certificates quantity turned into stamped with a particular rubber stamp.

So, the suspicious difficulty created by means of this blaring irregularity is, really, how did Obama get his Birth certificates popular by means of the Hawaiian Registrar Wellknown 3 days earlier than while the twins certificates were popular, whilst the Nordyke’s numbers are decrease than Obama’s. You notice, Obama become supposedly born on August four, 1961, given a certificates range 151-61-10641, and ordinary by way of the registrar on August eight, 1961. So, how, within the name of cause, ought to the twins have had their certificates general by means of the Hawaiian registrar 3 days later than the registrar well-known Obama’s certificate, and have lower numbers (10637 and 10638) than Obama’s quantity (10641).

The stated creator Jerome Corsi, author of “Obama state,” and “where’s the Birth certificate” mentioned this blatant discrepancy rapidly after the Obama certificate of stay Birth appeared at the Internet; and contrary to what Obama’s most ardent apologists will in all likelihood say to try to make it depart, it simply ain’t gonna pass. If that Net business enterprise, Factcheck.Org, pretends that there is not anything wrong with Obama’s new certificate, and quick stamps their seal of approval on it, they could Wish that it will likely be just like the antique tale about the emperor’s new garments, where everybody fictionally ignores apparent fact. As a substitute, I look forward to a radical forensic Examination of a suspicious Beginning report that begs scrutiny. The sort of obvious mistakes that appears on It’s miles, in my opinion, no longer an everyday fabricated from human negligence or inadvertence happening on this sort of truly real document, However, possibly, an blunders made via conceited subterfuge in contriving what might be called a false, though, moderately believable report. Such has befell earlier than, and, in all possibility, will show up once more.

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