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Thanks to the updates, Axiom is basically Pax's Sephiroth.

BRING IT TO US (Patch 1.12) - Let's Play 「 Dustborn 」 - 17

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Florida

Pairing: Paul McCartney x Lennon!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 1910

Warnings: Trash writing and very superficial rereading, all my apologies dear readers

Author’s Note: I recommend reading this while listening to early Beatles and other summery 60s tunes. Also I’m kinda tired of fics where John is the overprotective older brother and wanted to explore another facet of his (fictitious) personality... Enjoy!

“Y/N! Oi, Y/N!”

 Carefully lowering your book, you looked at the four soaking wet boys, jumping around in the swimming pool like children.

 “What?”

 “Come replace Ringo, he doesn’t wanna play any more!”

 You raised your eyebrows mockingly and closed the novel.

 “So you only call me when others can’t fulfil your desires?”

 A concert of protestations (‘oh come on Y/N, you know we love you’) answered your questions and you chuckled. John said something to the others and quickly got out of the pool.

 “Don’t be stupid!” he half whispered, sitting next to you on the sunbed. “You can show off your skills… and whatever you have under this dress to Paul.”

 You punched him in the stomach furiously, checking if someone had heard him. Luckily, the other three were discussing about some party they went to, leaving you a little bit of privacy.

 “Shut it, John. This will never be known. Ever.”

 Your brother rolled his eyes and pushed your legs to have more space.

 “I thought you were the brightest in the family, Y/N, but apparently not. The man’s head over heels for you for a long time now, it’s pathetic.”

 “Yeah, about that, I don’t believe you. You already tricked me back in fifth grade with Dave, remember? I’m not falling in your daft pranks again.”

 He groaned and shook you by the shoulders, his impatience becoming more visible by the minute.

 “Oh my god, Y/N, when will you stop being so stubborn and just accept the fucking truth! He loves you, you love him, it’s like one of our songs! Can’t believe I’m saying that, but why can’t you just make a damn move and stop looking like a lost puppy?”

 You froze, confused.

 “Admitting it was true… It doesn’t bother you? Your best friend and your sister?”

 “To be honest? At first it kinda did, but after almost six years of this, I’m exhausted. And I know Paul’s a pretty good guy. I swear, if you don’t make a move, I will, and you’ll find yourselves locked in a cupboard or something.”

 “And may I know why you didn’t address this inspiring speech to your buddy?”

 “He won’t listen. Y/N, he so in love he thinks you’re too good for him, which, between us, is complete shit, no offen-”

 He cackled as you smacked him again, this time more gently. You considered his words for a moment. The Florida sun shined above your heads, glittering on the limpid water of the pool and on Paul’s skin. Yeah, you could not help it; you had been sneaking peaks above your book for a while now, and it was worth it. The way he was punching the ball with an unusual precision, arching his tanned back to protect his teammate, the manner in which he laughed when John would jump in the most random places because he refused to wear his glasses and had no idea what was going on… He was perfect. You did not believe something would actually happen with him, but it was worth a try, was it not?

 “Okay, whatever, you win. But first, let’s play.”

 You got up and took off your beach dress in a matter of seconds, throwing it on your brother before diving in the pool. The water was at just the right temperature, and you swam to the surface with a smile brightening your features.

 “That’s my girl!” cheered John.

 Spotting George on your left, you swam to him.

 “Harrison, I hope you’re good!”

 “Oh, I’m okay. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

 “Well, I’m better than John… How’s Pattie?”

 From the other side of the fillet, Paul was watching you converse with George, trying to hide his blush. Seeing you in your white bikini made him all flustered, and your confidence when you plunged in the water dazzled him. Back in England, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever had the chance to meet. Under the Miami sun, you were looking so radiant that he started to wonder if you were surreal.

 “Hey, I know you’re in love and I wish you all the best, but I’d really appreciate if you could stop checking out my sister with those eyes, thanks.”

 Turning around, Paul sent a splash of water in John’s direction, earning a mocking snicker in return.

 “Okay, fellas, are we playing or what?” you asked, going to your position.

 Ringo sent the ball in the air and before anyone could move, you jumped and caught it, passing in to George who smashed it to the other side. Not ready for this attack, the other two did not have the time to stop, and Paul turned to you, eyebrows up. Feeling bold after you victory, you winked at him playfully as you hand fived George.

 The game did not last long as George and you won almost every set, though you were suspecting Paul to play purposely bad because John was yelling at him the whole time. The four of you decided to take a break when Ringo told you the food you had ordered had arrived, making George rush to the kitchen. You exited the pool and started drying off with your towel when Paul passed by you.

 “Nice bathing suit,” he observed before proceeding inside the villa.

 Stupefied, you watched him join the others, you heart pounding against your chest. Could it be possible that John’s suggestions were true? No, Paul was flirty with everyone, even the sixty-four-year-old maid who took care of the cleaning.

 Shaking your head, you entered the house too and changed rapidly in the nearest bathroom into another dress, brand new, bright red and much shorter than the first. You ran a hand in your hair and sprayed the spots under your ears with your usual perfume before smiling to your reflection in the mirror. Your brother was right: it was no use to continue like that, and you were soon going to find out what Paul was actually thinking of you.

 You walked in the kitchen and spotted your target helping himself from the foods he wanted. Taking a seat next to him, you brushed his hand as you moved yours to reach the bottle of sparkling water at his right, lingering against his skin a few seconds more than what you would normally do, and casually leaned into him. He stopped right there, his fork immobilized in mid-air, to glance at you, to which you boldly responded with a dazzling smile. Returning to your personal space, you took a deep breath. Were you about to destroy one of the friendships that you cherished the most just to talk about your feelings? Possibly.

 “Hey Y/N, when will we have the honour to see all the pictures you took?”

 John’s voice broke your train of thoughts. You squinted your eyes at him, perfectly knowing what he was doing: a photographer’s inspiration was things, sceneries…or, in this case, people he or she loved. 

 “Oh… I don’t think that’s a good idea, they’re just amateur stuff.”

 “C’mon, we won’t judge, promise!”

 Frowning, you were about to refuse when you crossed Paul’s hazel gaze again. You did not know how he did it, but you instantly melted in front of his doe eyes, especially when they were looking at you like that. Damn, that man sure knew how to make a girl feel special.

 “Okay. But don’t you dare mess them up with a sauce or something. And don’t steal stuff from my plate. Yes, that also goes for you Geo.”

 Running to your bedroom, you grabbed the pack of photographs and returned to the kitchen. John put his hand out to take them but you pushed it away, handing them to Ringo instead. The other three rushed behind him, curious as hell. Leaning in as well, you were now able to see them upside down as the boys checked them out.

 George stealing a biscuit from Ringo’s plate at breakfast, John with his old Buddy Holly glasses, offering his most mischievous grin to the camera, the boys playing with a ball or chilling on their sunbeds… The list goes on.

 You moved a little, getting slightly uncomfortable, as you knew what was to come. Ringo moved to the next shots: Paul, sitting on the sofa next to the window, laughing at something John had said. Paul, his toothbrush in hand, making a face at the camera. Paul playing the guitar. Paul trying to cook your favourite dessert, covered in flour. Paul next to the record player, a dozen LPs in his arms. Paul, half-asleep in front of the television. Paul, Paul, and Paul again and again…

 Suddenly silent, the boys looked at you with some sort of hesitation. You motioned to John to leave with a small movement of the chin; you two had developed a multitude of body signs when you were living with Aunt Mimi. For once, he listened to you and took George and Ringo by the collars of their shirts.

 “Come on, children, mommy and daddy need to talk.”

 Hearing them close the door behind them, you finally turned your attention to the one left. Leaning against the counter, he was observing you. Conscious of your reddened cheeks, you coughed a little.

 “Paul, I-”

 “Y/N, I love you.”

 “Wh- What?”

 He walked around the table and sat on his chair, an uncertain smile dancing on his lips.

 “I have loved you for a very, very long time now. God, you were – you are – so incredible. How could I not love you? And I never thought anything would be possible between us, but after seeing these, I’m hoping… I’m finally able to hope.”

 You stared at him for a moment, not quite believing what was happening. So, after all this time, John was right? You had truly wasted so many years of what could have been the most wonderful relationship of your life because of your stubbornness and inexistent self-esteem.  

 …How could you have been so blind?

 “Darling, please say something.”

 Shaking off all the confusion and replays of the past few years in your head, you chuckled at the sight of him. He was waiting, all flustered, his fingers unconsciously tapping the wooden table.

 “Paul, believe me, the feeling is mutual. I was actually going to confess myself some time soon but you’ve beat me to it…and I’m glad you did.”

 His smile grew wider and he moved closer, his eyes sparkling with a new light. You gently cupped his face in your hands, softly rubbing your thumb across his cheekbone.

 Oh god, that was it.

 His lips were soft, and had caught yours with an incredible dexterity. Tilting your head, you slowly ran your fingers through his chest to link your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Every inch of your bodies was connected, making you wish for more. You broke off the kiss to put your legs around his waist, to which he quickly obliged with a smug grin, peppering occasional butterfly kisses on you neck. You were about to dive into another embrace when the door suddenly opened, startling you both.

 “C’mon fellas, I think it’s safe now… Oh no – Jesus Y/N – abort mission, abort!”

 “But I need to finish my pastrami!”

 “Well I’m gonna have nightmares for the rest of my life after seeing my baby sister make out so I think your pastrami will have to wait.”

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If you’re like me, you’ve had at least one nightmare where your motorcycle gets stolen. The closest encounter I’ve had was when my neighbour got his CBR stolen, while mine was parked less than 10 meters (30 feet) away. MFW I heard what happened the next morning:

The same evening I came back home at around 12am, and sat next to my motorcycle until it was daytime. I was that worked up. Anywho, I spent the next few days researching security measures, and common practices of thieves. I’m sharing the results with you in hopes of saving a few wheels out there.

At this point in my life I didn’t have a garage, so I had to park in front of my building

1. Say NO to gated-parking garages in apartment complexes.

That’s the first place where thieves go “shopping”. This is especially relevant in the US. The following high-risk places are:

apartment complex parking spots

parking garages

detached garages at apartment complexes

College “bike parking”

Shopping mall parking spots

So where do I park? If you absolutely cannot park inside the house/garage, rent a self-storage unit near your home. Make sure you invest in heavy duty locks — normal garage doors are easy to break into, as easy as stealing door codes are.

If you live in the US, parking at home/home garage has additional benefits: in addition to theft, you can be charged with breaking and entering. The charges get worse if the residents are at home, even worse if a child is present in the home, and worst if any of the tools they carry can be classified as weapons. TLDR, park in your garage and make some babies. If none are an option, see #7.

Sen. Bernie Sanders revealed a secret Wednesday night.

2. NEVER leave your spare keys or documents in the trunk.

This one should be no-brainer, but you’d be surprised at how many people do this out of convenience.

3. Be wary of second-hand dealers and bike-mover companies.

When getting a bike from a second hand dealer, try to leave as little information as possible — no address, full name etc. More than often they are involved in the game. Same goes for motorcycle movers. Try to arrange your own transport whenever you can.

4. Is your bike a high-risk target?

If you own any of the following, brace yourself:

Super Sport

Harley

0–3 year old model

These are highest on the “shopping list” for thieves. Anything that is 7+ years old is unlikely to get stolen. Still, that doesn’t mean you can leave it unchained in the street, got it?

5. If someone already tried stealing your bike and failed, they WILL be back for it.

Get that bike someplace safe. NOW.

an hero

6. If you just got a replacement for your stolen bike, they WILL be back for it.

While you are reaping that sweet sweet karma from your insurance, and enjoying your new pair of wheels, they are already putting you on the “to-do” list. See #5 for instructions.

an hero

7. There is no single-best security solution.

You first need to understand how the minds of thieves work. They will be looking for the fastest/most quiet way of stealing that bike. Therefore, a combination of security systems that look tedious to break will be the best solution. What does this mean? A best solutions is having ALL 3 of the following:

1) A disk lock on the REAR wheel

Do not buy anything that costs under $90–100. I’m serious. Best bet options would be something like this XENA Disk Lock or ABUS Disk Lock, both equipped with alarms. Cutting these locks will most probably not be an option, while removing a rear wheel is a lot harder/longer than the front one.

2) A chain lock going trough HARD PARTS of the bike

ex. frame, braced swingarm etc. If this is not an option, opt for sliding it through the rear wheel and placing the disk lock on the front one. Just make sure that you don’t chain it to a picket fence.

Pro-tip: try to have the chain as high as possible. When the chain is not near or touching the ground it’s a LOT harder to cut.

Same as the disk lock, don’t buy anything below $100. Some safe options are this KRYPTONITE Chain, this ABUS Chain or anything in the same category. Every thief has a pair of nice bolt-cutters that can cut trough any cheap chain. High-end chains will take a LOT more time to cut, as well as make a lot of noise. Time and noise are the thief’s worst enemy.

3) Lock the damn steering

Yes, I know some are very easy to break, but add it to the two above, and it’s just another item on the “time schedule”.

Note 1

In case you have LoJack or anything similar installed, make sure you keep the wiring and boxes out of the obvious places. They will definitely be looking for any non-OEM wires/hardware under the seat and tank. LoJack stickers are even worse; only maybe when you don’t actually have a gps unit, in which case — good job making them look. If you want to go really crazy, make/buy something like this and stick it in the headlights or something.

Note 2

In case you cover your bike with a tarp, get another cheaper lock with an alarm and use that to tie up the tarp around the bike. That’s an additional hassle for thieves; it makes noise, and they have no idea what’s waiting for them underneath in terms of security.

Photos by North Vietnamese photographers show the war like it’s never been seen.

8. Chain bikes one to another when travelling.

This one should be a no-brainer as well.

9. How to spot a “scout”?

Your bike will be scouted numerous time, and you better be sure that by now the thieves know your daily routine.

A common occurrence would be a person walking with a dog or a kid. What they are doing is checking for any devices that have alarms. If someone spots them while scouting, they can say the dog or kid tipped the alarm off.

10. So how is it done?

The average time thieves would spend on stealing a bike is 30 sec. The most they would dare spend is a couple of minutes. This is where the 3 points from #7 come to play — time.

The order of events being carried out during a job are the following:

The ignition is set up to be ready for start

Safety equipment removed (disk lock, chain)

Steering lock is snapped

Ignition is plugged, bike is started

The bike is taken out of sight and checked for GPS devices

Sometimes, the bike might be left someplace else in the neighbourhood; covered and locked up. In case your bike goes missing, make sure you scout the area for any covered bikes.

Final Note

A lot of this info came from posts and comments on /r/motorcycles, so I want to pay my respects where they are due.

Original Article : Medium

Rick Santorum dropping out of 2016 race after lackluster showing in Iowa If you’re like me, you’ve had at least one nightmare where your motorcycle gets stolen. The closest encounter I’ve had was when my neighbour got his CBR stolen, while mine was parked less than 10 meters (30 feet) away.

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If you’re like me, you’ve had at least one nightmare where your motorcycle gets stolen. The closest encounter I’ve had was when my neighbour got his CBR stolen, while mine was parked less than 10 meters (30 feet) away. MFW I heard what happened the next morning:

The same evening I came back home at around 12am, and sat next to my motorcycle until it was daytime. I was that worked up. Anywho, I spent the next few days researching security measures, and common practices of thieves. I’m sharing the results with you in hopes of saving a few wheels out there.

At this point in my life I didn’t have a garage, so I had to park in front of my building

1. Say NO to gated-parking garages in apartment complexes.

That’s the first place where thieves go “shopping”. This is especially relevant in the US. The following high-risk places are:

apartment complex parking spots

parking garages

detached garages at apartment complexes

College “bike parking”

Shopping mall parking spots

So where do I park? If you absolutely cannot park inside the house/garage, rent a self-storage unit near your home. Make sure you invest in heavy duty locks — normal garage doors are easy to break into, as easy as stealing door codes are.

If you live in the US, parking at home/home garage has additional benefits: in addition to theft, you can be charged with breaking and entering. The charges get worse if the residents are at home, even worse if a child is present in the home, and worst if any of the tools they carry can be classified as weapons. TLDR, park in your garage and make some babies. If none are an option, see #7.

Sen. Bernie Sanders revealed a secret Wednesday night.

2. NEVER leave your spare keys or documents in the trunk.

This one should be no-brainer, but you’d be surprised at how many people do this out of convenience.

3. Be wary of second-hand dealers and bike-mover companies.

When getting a bike from a second hand dealer, try to leave as little information as possible — no address, full name etc. More than often they are involved in the game. Same goes for motorcycle movers. Try to arrange your own transport whenever you can.

4. Is your bike a high-risk target?

If you own any of the following, brace yourself:

Super Sport

Harley

0–3 year old model

These are highest on the “shopping list” for thieves. Anything that is 7+ years old is unlikely to get stolen. Still, that doesn’t mean you can leave it unchained in the street, got it?

5. If someone already tried stealing your bike and failed, they WILL be back for it.

Get that bike someplace safe. NOW.

an hero

6. If you just got a replacement for your stolen bike, they WILL be back for it.

While you are reaping that sweet sweet karma from your insurance, and enjoying your new pair of wheels, they are already putting you on the “to-do” list. See #5 for instructions.

an hero

7. There is no single-best security solution.

You first need to understand how the minds of thieves work. They will be looking for the fastest/most quiet way of stealing that bike. Therefore, a combination of security systems that look tedious to break will be the best solution. What does this mean? A best solutions is having ALL 3 of the following:

1) A disk lock on the REAR wheel

Do not buy anything that costs under $90–100. I’m serious. Best bet options would be something like this XENA Disk Lock or ABUS Disk Lock, both equipped with alarms. Cutting these locks will most probably not be an option, while removing a rear wheel is a lot harder/longer than the front one.

2) A chain lock going trough HARD PARTS of the bike

ex. frame, braced swingarm etc. If this is not an option, opt for sliding it through the rear wheel and placing the disk lock on the front one. Just make sure that you don’t chain it to a picket fence.

Pro-tip: try to have the chain as high as possible. When the chain is not near or touching the ground it’s a LOT harder to cut.

Same as the disk lock, don’t buy anything below $100. Some safe options are this KRYPTONITE Chain, this ABUS Chain or anything in the same category. Every thief has a pair of nice bolt-cutters that can cut trough any cheap chain. High-end chains will take a LOT more time to cut, as well as make a lot of noise. Time and noise are the thief’s worst enemy.

3) Lock the damn steering

Yes, I know some are very easy to break, but add it to the two above, and it’s just another item on the “time schedule”.

Note 1

In case you have LoJack or anything similar installed, make sure you keep the wiring and boxes out of the obvious places. They will definitely be looking for any non-OEM wires/hardware under the seat and tank. LoJack stickers are even worse; only maybe when you don’t actually have a gps unit, in which case — good job making them look. If you want to go really crazy, make/buy something like this and stick it in the headlights or something.

Note 2

In case you cover your bike with a tarp, get another cheaper lock with an alarm and use that to tie up the tarp around the bike. That’s an additional hassle for thieves; it makes noise, and they have no idea what’s waiting for them underneath in terms of security.

Photos by North Vietnamese photographers show the war like it’s never been seen.

8. Chain bikes one to another when travelling.

This one should be a no-brainer as well.

9. How to spot a “scout”?

Your bike will be scouted numerous time, and you better be sure that by now the thieves know your daily routine.

A common occurrence would be a person walking with a dog or a kid. What they are doing is checking for any devices that have alarms. If someone spots them while scouting, they can say the dog or kid tipped the alarm off.

10. So how is it done?

The average time thieves would spend on stealing a bike is 30 sec. The most they would dare spend is a couple of minutes. This is where the 3 points from #7 come to play — time.

The order of events being carried out during a job are the following:

The ignition is set up to be ready for start

Safety equipment removed (disk lock, chain)

Steering lock is snapped

Ignition is plugged, bike is started

The bike is taken out of sight and checked for GPS devices

Sometimes, the bike might be left someplace else in the neighbourhood; covered and locked up. In case your bike goes missing, make sure you scout the area for any covered bikes.

Final Note

A lot of this info came from posts and comments on /r/motorcycles, so I want to pay my respects where they are due.

Original Article : Medium

10-year-old boy murdered by the Taliban was hailed as a war hero If you’re like me, you’ve had at least one nightmare where your motorcycle gets stolen. The closest encounter I’ve had was when my neighbour got his CBR stolen, while mine was parked less than 10 meters (30 feet) away.