#jewelry store in new jersey

[maaya-fine-jewels]

From Classic to Contemporary: Dazzling Choices at Our New Jersey Jewelry Boutique

When finding that perfect jewelry piece, the journey is as sparkling as the destination. At our New Jersey jewelry store, we pride ourselves on offering exquisite pieces that cater to every taste. Our collection includes timeless classics and modern masterpieces, carefully chosen to appeal to every visitor's style. In this blog, we will look at the different jewelry we have at our store in New Jersey. We will talk about what makes each piece special.

A Haven of Classic Elegance

Our boutique is a treasure trove for lovers of classic jewelry. We understand the timeless appeal of traditional designs, and our collection reflects this. From elegant pearl necklaces to diamond solitaires, each piece is a nod to the enduring elegance that never goes out of style.

Contemporary Designs for the Modern Shopper

For those who lean towards contemporary styles, our jewelry store in New Jersey offers a variety of modern designs. These pieces have bold lines, unique settings, and a modern twist on traditional materials. They're great for adding a modern touch to your jewelry collection.

The Maaya Fine Jewels Experience

We are committed to offering our customers exceptional diamond jewelry at Maaya Fine Jewels. We boast a broad selection of diamond earrings and sets, perfect for any occasion. Our skilled team has experience in designing jewelry and procuring diamonds. They are extensively trained in grading diamonds. We ensure a seamless experience from purchase to delivery, with friendly and patient staff to assist you every step of the way.

Bridal Jewelry to Cherish Forever

Our New Jersey jewelry store is a destination for brides-to-be. We offer a stunning collection of bridal jewelry, from engagement rings to wedding bands and everything in between. Each piece is crafted to be cherished forever, symbolizing love and commitment.

Custom Jewelry Designs

Our Diamond jewelry store in New Jersey offers custom design services for those seeking unique things. Our skilled artisans work with you to bring your vision to life, creating a piece as individual as you are.

Exceptional Quality and Craftsmanship

Quality is the cornerstone of our collection. Each piece in our Diamond jewelry store in New Jersey, is meticulously crafted, ensuring beauty and longevity. We believe in offering our customers jewelry that can be passed down through generations.

A Range of Choices for Every Budget

We believe everyone deserves to own beautiful jewelry, which is why our jewelry store in New Jersey, offers options for every budget. Whether you have a small or big budget, we offer many options. You can choose from affordable pieces to luxurious splurges, without sacrificing quality or design.

Choosing Maaya Fine Jewels for Your Diamond Needs

At Maaya Fine Jewels, our commitment is to provide our customers with exquisite diamond jewelry. Our collection of diamond earrings is perfect for any occasion. We have elegant Jhumka styles and diverse earring sets. Our team has a lot of experience. They make unique jewelry designs and choose high-quality diamonds. They have been trained in diamond evaluation. We give our clients complete help, from choosing and personalizing to delivering their valuable items. Our staff is friendly, kind, and patient, which makes shopping an enjoyable experience.

Maaya Fine Jewels also offers an online shopping platform to enhance our customers' convenience. Our online selection includes diamond earrings and other fine jewelry pieces like rings, necklaces, and bracelets. Shopping on our website is secure, with clear policies and service terms information. We offer personalized video call consultations and free shipping in the US for luxury shopping.

Summary

Our Diamond jewelry store in new Jersey, is more than just a store; it’s a journey through the world of fine jewelry. Our collection has something for every jewelry lover, whether you prefer classic or contemporary designs. When you shop at our jewelry store in New Jersey, you're not just buying jewelry. You're selecting a special piece to add to your style and make memories. Step into our world of dazzling choices and let us help you find the perfect piece to add to your collection.

[puckinghischier]

Boyfriend!Nico Headcanons

these pics are gonna get me everytime, i fear

just some soft nico thoughts floating around in my noggin. enjoy :)

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- boyfriend!nico coming home from morning skate and tiptoeing into your room, careful not to wake you so he can lay back down and nap with you

- boyfriend!nico waking up about an hour later to an empty bed, huffing because you didn’t wake him up, only for you to walk in the room wearing one of his t-shirts carrying two cups of coffee, a grin breaking out on his face

- boyfriend!nico suggesting you both shower together, even though he showered at the rink, simply because he loves when you wash his hair (and so he can use your products so he can smell fruity like you do)

- boyfriend! nico asking girls that approach him when he’s out with the team or on the road where they get various parts of their outfits/jewelry because he can’t stop thinking about how good you’d look in them, writing every store down in his notes app so he can take you there the next time you two go shopping

- boyfriend!nico who looks for you in the stands of every home game during warm-ups, needing to know you’re there watching before puck drop because he swears you’re his good luck charm, but also looking for any and every reason to impress you when he’s on the ice

- boyfriend!nico who buys you a custom jersey with his name and number on it, but with small four leaf clovers embroidered on each sleeve so everyone knows you’re his good luck charm, not the team’s

- boyfriend!nico who enlists jack’s help in surprising you with the golden retriever puppy you’ve been begging Nico to agree to adopting, making the poor kid drive three hours one-way to pick up the dog and then sneak the puppy into your shared apartment so Nico can keep you distracted and occupied, wanting to see your face when you open the door and the little furball comes running towards you

- boyfriend!nico who rushes through every post game interview he can because all he wants to do, win or lose, is go home and watch whatever current netflix show you’ve roped him into while eating whatever take-out you were in the mood for that night

- boyfriend!nico putting you on speaker in the locker room before games because the team overheard one of the pre-game pep talks you gave him earlier in the season, so now they all like to hear your encouraging words and how well you inspire each and every one of them to play their best (what jack refers to as your mrs. cap duties)

- boyfriend!nico who has to explain to his teammates why he can’t bring you along to every event the team has to go to because you have your own job and responsibilities, only for the team to whine and grumble about how nico hogs you and they never get to see you (just for him to facetime you halfway through the event so he can pass his phone around for everyone to say hi a few of them asking you to blink three times if nico was holding you hostage)

- boyfriend!nico who arranges for flowers and various treats to be delivered to your door every. single. day. that he’s gone during the season so you know he’s still thinking about you and he misses you, even if he only leaves for a day or two

- boyfriend!nico who listens to the playlist you’ve made for him anytime he’s traveling because he loves hearing whatever new song you’ve found that day that reminds you of him

- boyfriend!nico who begs you to take a bath with him because he’s so sore from a nasty hit earlier in the night and wants to just relax with you and your peach smelling bubble bath with one of your vanilla scented candles burning (but he’ll never admit he loves your sweet, scented candles)

- boyfriend!nico who will always trade a puck or a stick for anything that a fan brings as a gift for you, heart swelling seeing that the fans love you as much as he does

- boyfriend!nico who always wears a wrist full of friendship bracelets you make for him at warmups so he can trade them with the female fans that bring handmade bracelets for the players, so “they always feel included and welcomed at the games, despite what the grumpy old men have to say about it”

[sunaluv]

WAGs

WAG: A wife or girlfriend of a sports star

Featuring: k.sakusa, r.suna

[ushijima,atsumu] vers.

Note: happy new year! I love how I posted like 5 things then dipped but I wanted to write some more on here 😭 enjoy!

Sakusa:

You had met sakusa whilst he was making a name for himself. He wasn’t as big as he was now, but his name would be floating around the internet somewhere.

That’s actually how you first saw him. One of your friends had shared a photo of his in a groupchat, and the whole chat was going crazy over this insanely hot insanely talented upcoming volleyball star.

Of course you found him attractive, but you were absolutely certain he would be yours. There was no mindless attraction. You geniuinely believed your friend had just send your future husband directly to you.

She kinda did tho

Flash forward a couple months, you were doing some early morning shopping as one does. The store was quieter, everything’s was in stock. It was perfect. It was SO PERFECT.

because just as you were picking out snacks for your apartment, you saw a masked man dressed in a black hoodie that may have been a bit to small for him, seeing as you could make out the definitions of his muscles through the fabric.

You knew that man from anywhere, after all you had only been dreaming of him for the past few months.

Not wasting this opportunity, you bravely approached him, making small talk about the stuff you were buying.

‘This was no one and done situation though, ‘you thought.

The next store runs, you slowly grew closer, sometimes going to the shop only to talk to him.

He eventually gained the courage to ask you on a date and from there your relationship progressed until you took his last name.

By now, sakusa was bringing in BANK, not that that was the reason you were with him but still.

He vowed to spoil you like you deserved whilst you were in the talking phase, and boy did he keep his promise.

Eventually, you quit your job after your husbands persistent pleads that he makes enough money to support the both of you. All you had to do was support him in his games.

And with your new free time, you were seen at the majority of them, looking pretty on the Jumbotron with your hair done, dressed to the t with the finest jewelry, the most noticable one being the gold necklace with his jersey number on it that sat in between your collarbones.

Naturally, you gained your own cult following on social media, and you were often photographed at games and events due to your great fashion sense.

Speaking of

You met the rest of kiyoomi’s team at an MSBY exclusive event, aswell as the other wives and girlfriends of the players.

Sakusa loves you dearly and will spoil you at every given chance.

SUNA

You and suna were highschool sweethearts

You had supported him ever since the inarizaki days and continue to to so as he plays for EJP.

People have known about you for YEARS. It was almost like you grew as he did.

But it was mainly because he still has the cheesy romantic highlights of you from inarizaki, so as he gained more followers, more people viewed the highlights.

Even if they didn’t, his actual feed is full of pictures of you.

When it comes to spoiling you, he sees gift giving as more as a thank you or appreciation for sticking with him all these years, because you played a big part in shaping his career too, looking after him when he didn’t.

That being said he really does appreciate you, shown by the various Swarovski crystals adorning your neck and wrists, the sleek sports cars he bought for you claiming ‘they’re our children’, or the random, but costly furniture you obsess over dotted around your shared penthouse.

The man introduced you into a world of luxury and endless princess treatment, and vowed to never take you out of it.

[prettyyyathieee]

✧˖°.Michael Kaiser is your second love.✧˖°.

A/n : you know what? I think second loves are so underrated. I like second loves more than first loves. What they learned during the first will reflect on the next.

Warnings ⚠️: Curse words and uhhh...let's call it a detailed "hug" ...yea.

Just like most boys were, he wasn’t quite like the first one. 

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Unlike your first love, he didn’t have to hide anything. 

There were no secret places nor subtle smiles directed at each other. He was loud in proclaiming his love for you, both in real life and online. He was gentle, gentle in the way he held you in his arms in front of his and your friends. Gentle in the way he holds your hand, swaying it back and forth, in public with no consequences.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Unlike your first love, He didn’t write you poems or sang songs about how passionately in love he was with you.

He was athletically-inclined. You had a special place in your closet for the jerseys he gave you. Every soccer game he had, he dedicated each point he scored to you. He was no lyricist but you swore, the way his eyes focused on you after every score, the way his lips turned into a cocky grin, the way his body automatically walks to you after the game, it was all the poetry you needed.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Unlike your first love, he was careful.

From the first bouquet of flowers to every bottle of wine he gave to your parents after a visit, he made sure to make time for you and give you reassurance whenever he came a little aggravated from soccer practice. He was careful with his words, careful with his gestures. He didn’t let you overthink about the girl in his dm’s nor did he let you worry about any other person who wanted his heart. He made sure to set a boundary that only you could ever cross.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Unlike your first love, he had much more to offer.

You didn’t have to share popsicles or just look around every store. You had to physically stop him from getting every piece of jewelry your eyes caught, being a rising student–athlete had its perks. He took you to gallant dates, spontaneous trips and brought you a little something new from his away games. He bought you “just because” flowers, “I thought it would look pretty on you” dresses and “you always told me you wanted something like this” knick-knacks. You let him comfort you after a bad grade, you let him convince you to stay the night during a pouring rain and make you meet his parents.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Unlike your first love, he knew what to do.

He didn’t leave you alone whenever you two had a heated argument. Didn’t let you walk out the door whenever he snapped because of his stress. His friends knew you as if they’ve known you forever after hearing Kaiser talk about you at every given opportunity. 

Moreover, he knew to love you. How to give you kisses that leave you begging for more with a smile on your face. How to tease your tomato-flushed face after the teasing his or your friends gave. How to touch you like it was the last thing he’d do on earth. He knew how to appreciate every single detail about you, even the flaws.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Unlike your first love, you were no longer as innocent.

The touch– his touch that you were able to feel sent you zaps of electricity that sometimes hurt. The ghost of his hand on your hips, waist, shoulder– every body part he usually placed his hands on. You were greedy for his kisses, wanting to feel his warm lips on yours, wanting to swallow every single breath he puffed. There was nothing quite like roaming your hands over his upper body, watching him squirm and gulp looking a bit troubled, like a caged tiger trying to hold himself from pouncing. You loved that he felt the same as you or at least almost. You love watching his fangirls that were hiding in the bushes or in the stairwells clench their teeth in jealousy. You love how only you could make him feel this way.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Unlike your first love, you were more guarded.

You didn’t believe in his “Didn’t even hurt”, “It’s no big deal” or even “I just need to get used to it.” Whenever you both had a problem you would lock yourselves in a room, forcing each other to talk it out. When you see his lips wobble, that was your cue to hide him in your chest or neck. Acting like you can’t see or hear him let a few tears out.  You knew when to talk to him or just let him bring all his emotions out. Whenever he acted too much of a jerk you knew how to make him listen or see reason. Being a fairly difficult person, you made sure to keep misunderstandings at a low. You took extra steps to make him know he was the only one for you.  

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Unlike your first love, you were more willing to try.

Foregoing your studies to hangout with him. Sneaking out of your bedroom window watching him catch you with ease. Staying in his room after sunsets and waiting for him at his practices. Ditching everything you were doing because he sent an “I miss you” text, after he did the same when you did. Sharing everything together. While he wasn’t your first love, he was surely a lot of your firsts.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Unlike your first love, you knew where you stood and when to do something.

You knew he had a life to get back to when he was with you. You knew as much as he did when he said “I want to stay like this forever” he meant it. And the feeling was mutual. Being late to things was always something he did on purpose, but now it was just because of unawareness. 

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Unlike your first love, you were deeply in love.

It wasn’t for the thrill or even the bragging rights. You fell in love with his flaws. How every single flaw of him makes him– well him. No matter how awful they were to experience or how much he hid them, you appreciated the way he rants about what angered him throughout the day. How he snubs every person that gets on his short and little nerves. How he didn’t have the patience for anything. You fell in love with the way he wasn’t afraid to show his bad side to anyone and did the same to you. It felt genuine, human even. 

His flaws made you accept yours. His flaws allowed you to love him in every way. You didn’t fall for his heartwarming smiles, his random gentlemen acts or simply, his good looks. You fell in love with Michael Kaiser as a whole…

“Over there! It’s Michael Kaiser!” A crowd of younger students formed at the entrance of your cafeteria.

You looked on, curious but not wanting to join the stampede. Thanks to his height however, you managed to see him. His blonde hair dyed with streaks of blue, his eyes matching the color of his color and his ever-smooth smile. That was your first encounter with him. 

It would have been the last as well, if only he didn’t catch your mesmerized stare. His face showed no reaction. But you’ve already been in love once to recognize that kind of stare. And you would be an idiot to pass it up.

You stood, bawling your clammy hands, walking towards the commotion. His gaze was locked on yours before moving to gently push the female students in his way until they cleared the path. 

Towards you.

Finally, only space was in between both of you.

A hand was confidently reached out to you as a velvety voice interrupted the silence you were suddenly made aware of. 

“...Hi. I’m Michael. Michael Kaiser…”

A smile crept before it turned to tip further on one side.

“Michael Kaiser…would you like a picture with me?” You asked, watching as his smile turned further and further up as if he was flirting.

“How about your number instead?”

[thesoftboiledegg]

I went to the Rue 21 near my place yesterday (why do I always forget that it's there?) After weeks without many new designs, Rue 21 is suddenly getting a lot of new apparel, which makes me wonder if Adult Swim is gearing up for season seven.

I haven't seen a lot of new merchandise at other stores, though, so maybe Rue 21 is just catching up. Starting with shorts!

One hoodie with a trippy design. The second hoodie looks like standard apparel with the logo at first...

...until you turn it over and see this vibrant image on the back!

Looks like a poster for a psychedelic or EDM music festival. I went to a festival a few years back where a booth sold sheets of acid tabs with Rick and Morty designs. They didn't have any acid (yet)--they were perforated sheets sold as "art." But everyone knows what happens to those little perforated tabs once they leave the booth!

I don't use acid, for the record. Way too many horror stories 😬

Anyway, when I visited the mall today, this rack greeted me at Charlotte Russe. None of the designs were new, though.

I was about to leave when I happened to see one new item: a Rick and Morty jersey!

I checked out the bootleg streetwear store but, as I predicted, didn't see anything new. I did see a guy with a kid (maybe a younger brother) point out one of the Rick and Morty designs on the wall. The kid said "Hoh hoh!"

Pickle Rick was waiting for me in Spencer's as always, but he was hidden on the bottom shelf this time.

Unfortunately, the Rick and Morty cube was having a bad day. Squished all the way at the bottom!

If you really love Pickle Rick, prove it with this shot glass!

Piercings! I keep looking for Rick and Morty chokers, bracelets and dangly earrings, thinking this is the day they'll finally have them, but nope. It's an untapped market! Adult Swim signs off on everything else, so why not jewelry?

I love this wallet. The colors were even more vibrant in person.

The "skate shop" in the mall (i.e. the corporate chain marketing itself as a counterculture label) has a Rick and Morty Members Only jacket. I had trouble getting pictures in the past, so today, I decided to try it on and show off the illustrations! Taking a photo of the back was way harder than I expected.

$70 is too much for one jacket, but I did feel cool while I was wearing it in the fitting rooms, lol. Right after I left the store, I saw a guy wearing a Rick and Morty shirt, so that was serendipitous.

Finally, I didn't expect much from Journeys because they hadn't stocked new merchandise in ages, but as I walked past the store, I thought "Is that...?" I went inside, and yep, it was:

A Rick and Morty backpack complete with a Pickle Rick pouch, maybe for your glasses? Or a phone charger? I guess it doesn't matter--Pickle Rick's just happy to be here.

[paleneckauthorcowboy]

I'm posting the last I have fic I currently have written in the c!Kestin timeline, more might come later but I'm not sure. I don't really have any TWs other than HABIT being in this fic, and c!Kestin is slightly spiraling.

Life's better now, I'm happier, and things are actually normal. I don't know how I'm alive though, but I guess that doesn't really matter. I'm here now, somehow I ended up in New Jersey. I sit up from my bed and stretch a bit letting out a groan. I'm not a morning person. I get out of bed and make my way over to the bedroom door, I open it and am face to face with my boyfriend(s). I jumped a bit, not out of fear or anything, I just didn't expect it. 

"Morning starshine, the earth says hello!" Habit greets me, or at least I think it's Habit. I smile at him as he gets out of the way so I can pass through the doorway. "Good morning, who am I talking to right now though? Sorry it's just really early." I ask as he rubs his chin, "first of all, it's 11 am, that's not early. Secondly, you gotta guess. If you get it right, you get a kiss." He chuckled and looked at me with a smirk. I sighed and looked back at him, he likes playing games even when I'm tired. "I'm gonna say... Habit, mainly because of how you greeted me, and how you're looking at me." I didn't add the fact that Habit always makes me guess, while Evan just tells me upfront who he is. 

"Ding-ding-ding, bullseye! Good job, sweet pea! You want that kiss now or later?" He leans his face a bit into mine, waiting for confirmation before he does anything, so I just lean in the rest of the way and give him a peck on the lips. "I'll take that as a 'now' then." We both laugh as he leans back and starts walking to the kitchen, I follow behind him. "So, any big plans for today?" He asked as I sat down at the table, he placed a cup of coffee in front of me, it's made just how I like it. In his words 'overwhelming sweet with a shit ton of creamer.' But no matter how much he critiques, he always makes it the same. I really love that about him. 

"Well, Evan and I are going to go walk around downtown, maybe stop by some new stores, and then we're going to go walk a few trails!" I described our day in detail, mainly because I've been looking forward to it all week. I always love spending time with Evan and Habit, even if I can only talk to one of them at once; I always know that the other is listening. It feels nice. "Right, I forgot about your little date today." He replied, I doubt he actually forgot, he's just teasing. "Yeah, so I'm gonna need Evan back, hun." I retorted, smiling sweetly at him. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I just wanted to see my pretty boy first." He grinned as leaned over and kissed my cheek. I can't lie, I love it so much when he calls me his, well anything. I just like knowing that I'm his. 

"Well, it's good to see you too, but Evan and I need to get going. I love you." I beamed and kissed his cheek. "Fine, fine." He sighed and basically just flung Evan back into control. Evan does a little stretch and smiles at me. "Morning, are you ready to go?" Evan wastes no time to get going, in case a certain demon with a BAD HABIT  of interrupting chooses to butt in. We get into the car and drive downtown, chatting about random topics ranging from new video games we want to play, to talking about ideas for stories, to even stories of the past.

We stopped by a few stores, the first was a beautiful antique store. We bought a few things, I got an old looking typewriter and a few stuffed animals; Evan grabbed an adorable tea set and a gorgeous jewelry box. Next we went to a vintage record store, mainly at Habits request; and a bargaining chip to get him to leave Evan alone for a little while. Finally, we went to the trails and hiked for a while, although I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, but I kept it to myself. 

I must have been spacing out while walking because I felt Evan nudge me a little, I looked over at him."Did you hear what I said?" Evan asked as I stared for a second. "Oh, no, I'm sorry. I think I zoned out for a second." I admitted that I hadn't been paying attention, he nodded. "It's fine, I just asked if you wanted to head home after this trail." He repeated himself, being patient with his boyfriend, like he normally is. "Oh, yeah. That'd probably be a good idea. We most likely don't wanna be out when it gets dark, I don't need to deal with ghosts and stuff." I stated, which was true; I don't want to deal with any supernatural forces. Well, other than Habit. Life is normal now and I don't want that to change.

We finished the trail, Evan had to just give me a piggyback ride to the car because my back hurt. He didn't seem to mind though. He was rambling on about Bioshock and I was about half listening, mainly because my mind started to wander to other places. The past. Both Evan and Habit know that I have an issue of reminiscing on time long gone and that sometimes it makes me kind of spiral. But it's not going to be like that this time, things are normal. I am better. 

Before I even seem to realize it, Evan is pulling into the driveway. I lift my head from the passenger seat window and stretch my back a bit. We get out and Evan walks me to the door. "I've got to pick up my sister and drive her to her friend's house, but I'll be back. Are you going to be alright by yourself?" Evan asks, he seems a little worried. He probably noticed that my mind had been drifting quite a bit. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm just tired from talking almost all day." It wasn't entirely a lie, I was tired from today. But, I think we could tell that wasn't the whole truth. "Well, okay. But if you need anything, and I mean it when I say anything. Whether it be a hug, some food or to help you beat a video game. Just call and I'll be over as fast as I can." Evan finished his spiel, I smiled. He always seems to have a way of making me feel less tense. "I know, and thank you. It really means a lot." I kissed him on the cheek and he did the same. I watched him pull out of the driveway and waved goodbye before I entered the house. 

I head upstairs and plop onto our shared bed, pulling out my phone and just scrolling on a random app. I do that for about 30 minutes before I see on my timeline, an 'on this day, 18 years ago.' A picture of me.... and Brian. I felt a small ping in my chest, a reminder of how much I miss him, not just him but my old life too. I stare at the photo for what seems like forever, my mind running through old memories, good and bad. But before I could let myself spiral I put my phone down and exited the app. 

I'm better now, I can't let myself get dragged down by the past. I sit up in bed, knowing damn well it'll do me no good moping and burying my face in the pillow, just hoping for something that's never going to return. I get up and walk down to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. I walk over to the fridge and dispense some water, taking a mouthful before I pop an ibuprofen in my mouth and swallow. I walk over to the counter and stand there for a little while. Then I heard a noise behind me, I assume it's either Evan or Habit, so I turned around with a smile; but what I saw quickly wiped the smile off of my face and the glass out of my hand. 

It was Brian, or I guess more accurately Hoodie. He's looking down at me as I stare back at him, too stunned to speak. But I was quickly pulled from my trance when the glass cup that was in my hand shattered on the floor. I looked down, almost in a panic; though I swiftly recovered. Opening my mouth to speak, although it took a few minutes for my thoughts to fully process into words. "Brian? Is that really you?" I sounded almost hopeful, so astonished that he might actually be in front of me. We stood in silence for a few moments before he finally said something.

"Yeah, it's me." I couldn't get a good reading on how he was feeling but I did notice a slight shake in his voice. I stepped forward, over the broken glass. "I... I'm happy to see you again.." I just barely mumbled, but I'm pretty sure he heard me. We stood in silence again. "I'm also sorry for how things ended. I'm sorry for what you had to see and that you had to find me, I mean.. I assume it was you..? Either that or it was him.." I rambled a bit trying to break the awkward tension. "Before you ask, no, I don't know how I'm alive or why." I added in. I just want him to talk, say anything.

Suddenly, he opened his arms. I just let myself fall into them. We had our arms wrapped around one another. "I missed you, like, a lot." I just blurt into his chest. "I missed you too. It's good to see you too, even though I was shocked." Brian rubbed my back like he did all those years ago, I felt tears well up in my eyes. "I'm still so sorry for leaving like I did." I spouted, he stopped what he was doing and put his hands on my shoulders. "Hey, No. Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault, you were hurting and you took the only way out that you saw. And I'm not going to get mad at you for it. All that matters is that you are here and you are happy. You are happy, right?" He ranted a bit but still checked on me. 

"Yes, I'm very happy." I smile at Brian. He lifts up his mask and takes it off. He's smiling too. That same goofy gapped tooth smile that I remember. My heart felt warm, it's been years and yet he can still make me grin like an idiot. "I also saw that you have a new boyfriend." He teased me, poking my cheek. "Yeah, I do. Well, technically I have two new boyfriends." I retorted as he raised an eyebrow. "Two?" He asked with a slight smirk. "Yes, two, by technicality. The guy you saw is possessed by a demon whom I am also dating." I explained as I saw Brian rubbing his chin. "Damn, I guess you'd call that..." He paused, I looked at him. "Brian, don't you dare!" I exclaimed as he chuckled. "A two for one deal." I groaned as he laughed at his own joke.

"I see some things just never change. But that's good, I like you goofy." I hugged him again and he returned it. Things are good, they can finally really be normal. I finally have my reunion with my beloved brother.

[maaya-fine-jewels]

Elevate Your Style: A Glittering Experience at New Jersey's Jewelry Stores

Jewelry is a crucial component of style and fashion. It gives any ensemble a dash of class and sophistication. The jewelry stores in New Jersey are the perfect place to start if you want to improve your sense of style. Some of Indian jewelry stores in New Jersey that provide a sparkling experience include the following:

Maaya Fine Jewels: Your Trusted Indian Jewelry Store in New Jersey

Since 1975, the family-run Indian jewelry store in New Jersey, Maaya Fine Jewels, has been producing diamond jewelry. They are highly known for their exquisite South Indian and diamond jewelry. Maaya Fine Jewels is a high-end diamond jewelry business with distinctive designs and fine stones situated on Oak Tree Road in Iselin, New Jersey.

The ideal location to get diamond jewelry in New Jersey is at Maaya Fine Jewels. They create your jewelry to order in whatever form you like and guide you through the entire process. Their pricing is very affordable, and their jewelry designs are distinctive. The staff members are helpful, and amiable, and can cater to your needs and deliver a wonderful experience.

Indian Gold Shop in New Jersey: Maaya Fine Jewels

Another well-known Indian gold shop in New Jersey is Maaya Fine Jewels. Their selection of gold jewelry is extensive and includes earrings, pendants, bangles, and more. Their gold jewelry comes in white, rose, yellow, and two-tone gold hues and can be purchased in 14K, 18K, and 22K gold purity.

Emerald, ruby, sapphire, tourmaline, spinels, citrine, aquamarine, corals, tsavorite, morganite, amethyst, and pearls are just a few of the gemstones available at Maaya Fine Jewels. Their gold jewelry comes in various weights and designs, including chokers, short and long necklaces, distinctive pieces, and lightweight pieces.

Glittering Experience at Maaya Fine Jewels

Customers at Maaya Fine Jewels receive a sparkling experience. They exude a positive energy, and their customer service is outstanding. The staff members are extremely helpful, welcoming, and patient. From the point of purchase to customization and delivery, they collaborate with their consumers.

Customers who cannot see Maaya Fine Jewels in person can also schedule video call sessions. Customers can conveniently shop from their homes because they provide free shipping inside the United States.

Why Invest In Maaya Fine Jewels’ Jewelry?

For several reasons, buying jewelry can be a sensible investment. Here are some important things to think about:

Value growth.

 Designer goods and antique jewelry are known to increase in value with time. For instance, a 6.7-carat Kashmir sapphire sold last year for more money than it received at auction in 2012 for $206,500. If you're in it for the long run, there is real money to be earned in jewelry investing, which is more similar to fine art than real estate.

It can be worn on special occasions.

Jewelry may be used and enjoyed simultaneously, unlike other investments. Jewelry is a useful investment that may also be enjoyable because you can wear it to special occasions or every day.

Brand reputation. 

When purchasing expensive jewelry and watches, you should keep the brand reputation top of mind. The most coveted brands are those that Maaya carries, and they have excellent long-term value.

Options for customization. 

Maaya Fine Jewels is one jewelry retailer that offers personalized jewelry options. As a result, you can acquire a piece of jewelry that is special and custom-made for you, which may raise its worth over time.

In conclusion, buying jewelry might be a smart choice for people seeking a long-term investment that can be utilized and enjoyed now. When considering an investment, remember that designer goods and antique jewelry are known for increasing in value over time. 

Conclusion

For individuals seeking fine diamond and South Indian jewelry, Maaya Fine Jewels is a fantastic option. They provide individualized jewelry, distinctive designs, affordable rates, and top-notch customer service. Come to Maaya Fine Jewels today to upgrade your look!

[eideticspider]

YOUR MUSE'S INVENTORY. [original meme from @treasurechestrpmemes​.]

rules: list the things your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their every day life. (optional: explain their significance.) repost, don’t reblog.

POCKETS.

headphones/airpods/earpods (whatever the fuck kids are calling them nowadays) - when she's working at the daily bugle, it's much easier to sit and listen to taylor swift or eminem instead of listening to jjj rampage against this week's latest interns. at least she can get some work done.

cellphone - latest iphone with a cherry red case; screen is remarkably not shattered; her homescreen is a picture of her, gwen, & jess; her speed dial currently: mom, dad, al, lola, gwen (spider-gremlin), pete, jess, mj, hobie, miguel

a ring - a cheap piece of costume jewelry; "silver" with a little blue gemstone on it; she was wearing it the day she was bitten by the spider and it was the only thing she kept through her ten years of isolation; given to her by her high-school boyfriend hector cervantez

BAG.

a camel brown north face backpack (yes, i bought the same backpack as bella swan--fight me) with several pins on the bag and straps, including: a pride flag, a stop asian hate pin, a new york rangers pin, an eras tour pin (even though i had to go to jersey for the concert...ugh), a white enamel spider (cheeky, moon. real cheeky), an oxford university pin, a save the turtles button, and a lego spider-man keychain on one of the zippers.

leather bound notebook - perfect for writing down notes for articles; especially good in events of concussion during silk fights

purple gel pen - gotta have some style for her notes (jjj hates it, but since i'm one of his favorites, he lets it slide)

a bottle of bath & body works body spray - not only is being a reporter stressful (&& therefore sweaty), so is being a superhero! all the better to smell like cactus blossom instead of body odor

burt's bees chapstick - honey vanilla flavored; (new york in the winter chaps the hell out of my lips okay--there's no other reason for the chapstick)

portable phone charger - you never know when you're going to need to snap a quick pick for an article!

reusable metal straw kit - (save the turtles you fuckin' heathens)

navy blue wallet - perfect for storing id, credit cards, debit cards, and cash and the much needed starbucks gift cards; lunch breaks appreciate this being a permanent fixture in the bag

a family picture - it was taken right before cindy was put away in the bunker; six year old Al & sixteen year old Cindy and their parents at the beach (i'm thankful for being saved--but i'll never get those years back)

a hockey puck - from the last championship cindy won before she was bitten; it was signed by everyone on the team (i miss hockey--maybe i should start a spidey hockey league??)

a multiverse bracelet - cindy is contemplating putting stickers on it (it just looks so goddamn boring; couldn't we make it a little bit cuter?); transports her to spidey hq and other universes as needed

tagged by: @imsobrooklyn & @cybersbyte <3 (no b/c this was super helpful for writing??? so thank you guys????)

tagging: @khakerskayavdova @xenjoyedthat @halfxspider @revenantinflames @radioactivedadbod @shootsxruns @iobartach @thisvastmultiverse && anyone else who wants to!

[truecrimecrystals]

Catrina Hinton was due to embark on a new chapter in her life during early 2006. Like many 18-year-olds, Catrina had recently graduated from high school and was about to begin attending college. She moved from her hometown in Norfolk, Virginia to Jersey City, New Jersey so she could attend Jersey City State University. Unfortunately, before Catrina could begin attending classes, her life was tragically taken. 

Catrina was a resilient young woman who had already survived hardships in her short life. According to reports, she was born with a tumor that was potentially life-threatening. Doctors were able to remove the tumor, but her eye had to be replaced with a glass eye. By all accounts, it appears that Catrina did not let this stop her from living a happy life. Still, Catrina’s family always feared that another tumor or sickness would cut her life short. They never imagined that violence would be the reason for Catrina’s untimely death. The last known sighting of Catrina occurred on January 14th, 2006. That day, she went to work at a clothing store called Mandee’s in Bayonne. Catrina was last seen leaving the store after her shift ended. She usually took the bus back to her residence on Ocean Avenue, but on this evening, she never made it back home. Catrina’s family members later reported her missing. Police labeled her disappearance as “suspicious” – as she did not have a history of falling out of touch with her family or close friends. Catrina also never picked up her most recent paycheck, which was unusual. Weeks later, on February 6th, 2006, an employee at the New York Bay Cemetery spotted a human hand sticking out from a pile of rocks beside a cut-down tree. Police were called, and as they dug through the rocks, they uncovered the body of a young deceased female. It was soon determined that the body belonged to Catrina Hinton. An autopsy revealed that Catrina had been brutally beaten and possibly strangled to death. It was determined that robbery was not a motive for her murder, as jewelry and other items of value were found on her body. There was evidence that Catrina had been both undressed and redressed by her attacker, leading investigators to believe that she was possibly sexually assaulted. Catrina was dating two different men at the time of her disappearance. According to reports, both men were questioned by police – along with several other people as well. It is unclear if any person has been ruled out at this point. No suspects or persons of interest have ever been publicly announced. Catrina’s murder remains unsolved. If you have any information that could lead to the arrest of her killer(s), please contact the Hudson County Prosecutor’s Office Homicide Squad at 201-915-1345.

[awakened-human-design]

I WAS A MILLENIAL ON A SPIRITUAL QUEST

How would you like to get started on learning Human Design?

????? what the heck is that ??????

My Story

In December 2017, I was on a call with one of my teachers from the group Trillium Awakening. They asked me for my birthday, time and place of birth, and sent me my Human Design body graph. They talked about how I was a projector, and they were too, how it was a rare type, and that I had a lot of open centers, meaning, I was really open to conditioning from the outside world.

They suggested I check it out and some of its free resources. A small tool too accelerate my spiritual process. Which, by the way, could take up to 7 years.

I *WAS* A 20?Something ON A SPIRITUAL QUEST: 

THE VICTIM STORY

Yikes! This is cool, but heck if I had the time or money for more of that!

I hardly had enough money to pay for our weekly group calls in a women’s circle - that put a price beyond compare - but stretched me, even at the discounted rate they offered.

No one in my family had put money into spiritual or personal development work, while I was knee-deep in the stuff. To be honest, I didn’t really feel like I had a choice.

Doing work on spiritual development was a choice between “This stuff is so expensive. If I do this I won’t have any money and I will die” and “This stuff is absolutely what I need at this point in my life and that the world needs to evolve so if I don’t do this…I will also die.”

So? It was, as one of my teacher’s Marc Gafni would call, an erotic double-bind.

I made the choice to go knee-deep in work towards spiritual evolution.

I left the teaching world and I worked in the “gig economy.”

My resume had 5 different education companies.

I worked between 1-40 hours a week, and spent half of it driving.

For months at a time I did what I loved - working with kids - and had no “boss” to call me to the office.

Sounds good, right?

Finally free from educational institutions, I saw how life really worked in people’s homes. I saw the truth of District public and charter schools, and, no matter where I went, I taught kids in the way that felt good to me.

Of course, not everything ended well, and some parents and classroom teachers asked me to *get out* on the first day! But…the recognition of my abilities as a teacher *direct* and *instantaneous.* The progress of the children showed in their creativity.

Let’s get real though about this so-called “gig economy” that promised millennials freedom. No boss meant no W-2. No health insurance. No retirement plan. No coffee breaks. No co-workers.

The road was lonely.

Between driving to tutor or babysit kids at their home, substitute teach at a random school in Maryland, or attend a retreat in New Jersey, I started to feel less like a teacher and more like a truck driver. I took up bad habits that I never imagined as a yogi. I ate protein bars with more sugar than a Snickers and smoked the more the occasional American Spirit that even listening to Adi Da podcasts could not save me from.

I felt sad - but who else could see me but myself?

Some of my friends from my “previous life” no longer spoke to me. I felt ashamed I had left the active lifestyle I once had of biking, walking and yoga, but I knew I could not afford it. I paid for retreats by offering to cook batch meals for the sangha.

I lived in a basement apartment in a house owned by an electronic musician that hosted bands from all over the country. My next door neighbor was an indie musician as well with a great wardrobe and occasional clothing swaps with her New Zealand friends. My closest friend made her own jewelry and tye-die. Two blocks away from the thrift store! So… Major perk - getting to listen to and play music on the reg. and get free, cute clothes. Major downside - working all the time with hardly enough cash to pay the rent to show for my good deeds, and sometimes looking “woke up like this” and other time looking like I hadn’t changed out of my pajamas.

OKAY…SO WHAT IS THIS HUMAN DESIGN STUFF AND HOW DID YOU LEARN IT

Okay, cool. So back to the start of the story. My teacher gave me a tool and I don’t think I looked at it for two years.

But then …. the covid, the lockdowns, the confinement , and suddenly we all had no where to go, everywhere to be (on Zoom) and time, too much of it.

How was I ever going to ‘be’ someBODY?

I won’t go into the depth of “the lockdown” story because at this point, we all have one.

But lockdown story did not produce the kind of “free time” that one might really hope for, unless, of course, you enjoy “free time” like a character from a Albert Camus novel.

Coincidantalment**, I spent the entire time of “confinement” in two foreign

No exit. Like - am I ever going to get out of this? Am I ever going to escape this like square box my form is trapped inside of, speaking to people in a language no one understands?

Okay. I am going to revisit this Human Design stuff. I am going to learn a language that describes the programming of the human body.

No, this isn’t some weird genetic altering stuff. Au, the contrarie!

A system of empowerment that came along at the right time.

When we are, as David A Temple puts it posed between utopia and dystopia. We are getting the call to know ourselves - NOW - in a progressively globalizing and demanding world. And not just globalizing in terms of “oh maybe this bag of chips I’m eating right now came from a Uyghur death camp and perhaps its made of sawdust.” Okay…maybe that too…but really…Globalizing in terms of the planet - the “PLAN-(N)ET” - has a plan to catch us and we best follow her word…or…else.

TO POPPY-SEED QUEEN CURING HER ADDICTIONS: A HEROINE’S JOURNEY

So I spent…every day of French class, every morning, looking at the transits (both astro and HD), recording my dreams, reading my graph, reading the Cross of the day, the Gate, drawing the iChing…taking a university-levelcourse on iChing…ok…maybe there was some magic involved…and many sleepless nights…and…yes…going down to the depths of the bottom of the bottom…the rabbit hole…the worm hole…the brain hole…you name it…its the the “dark night of the soul “ and there ain’t no batman to help you sidekick robin so you better be the hero of your own story and save the day.

I can tell you. I’ve been there. There’s no going back. 

…..*di di di di*** the song of “why do I like Human Design so much” ***do do do do**….

1- TRANSPARENT AND EASY AS F**** TO LEARN

I like Human Design because it is a very transparent system. If you’ve gotten a reading in astrology or tarot, the “method” or “magic” is usually a little hidden from the person receiving the reading. This is more “Teach yourself your Self” and a reader is more like a guide.

Like a contractor explaining the blueprint of a house from the day it was built. You might not of had the tools to build the house - but you get it. The plan is clear.

It’s not like Enneagram or Myers-Briggs where you take a quiz and find out a type, only to have it change again half-way through your life. Those tools of human development are well and good (but are subjective), and you should use those too. But that’s not what this is.

This system starts with the objective.

And then you have to test it out.

2 - the 100% USE FOR 100%…KIDS

This system, for as weird as the origin story may appear, was built by a teacher. It was built for children and the generations to come.

Anyone who has ever been a teacher (*and hopefully left the profession because they KNOW how the conditioning is happening) for kids under 7 can SEE how easily children and manipulated and cohereced into a “not-Self” program.

They are literally “programmed” to not-love themselves! The sh*t people are paying beaucoup bucks for to *fix* them later in life!

So let’s cut that s-t out before it beings. Let’s raise a generation of kids who don’t need to go to therapy when they grow up to un-do all the trauma that came from their conditioning.

And for you - “grown up” let’s help you re-parent your inner child.

(People always told me I needed to do that. I had no idea how, or the privilege, I felt, to do it.)

Let’s help you learn to “be alone” with your “Self” as you already are - whole.

3 - IS THIS A RELIgION?

Okay, let’s talk religion - if you grew up Christian (like “me” yay****) confirmed in the Christian church…yadda yadda…you probably have SOME trauma from that stuff. Don’t really care if you go to church every Sunday, are a flat-out atheist or extreme right..some body has GOT to say it…

Everything you have been brought up believe is not the meaning of the Christ.

With a little toe-dipping into esoteric Christianity…

The current image of “Jesus on the Cross” is no more than a sacrificial lamb that has you totally tricked into thinking you need to “die” (to the empire) in order to be “saved.”

No. You are a unique balance of light and dark. Although these do move in the 4 directions, they do not always look like a perfect “cross.” More on that later. 

BUT The beauty of it …is also that THERE IS a cross. And you can understand it. And you can be and become your own Christ. 

Your own Savior. And take back the power into your own life.

I don’t care if you can name me every book of gospel or if you tell me that Jesus was a historical figure or in fact never lived and is a myth in our imagination. Or if Jesus is coming back down from the heavens tomorrow so repent your sinners or oh shit maybe the world really *IS* on fire and maybe the highest court in the land (the UN) and now has “Inner Development Goals” and realizing that maybe infrastructure is not just made of things. It’s made of people. Who hurt. Who feel. Who laugh. Who cry. And is telling people that maybe they should consider working on themselves. 

In other words: It’s not just the third world world that needs supported. 

I’m not even sure if this has everything or nothing to do with a guy named Zeus with a big white beard who lives in the sky (although, I have had a couple teachers with big white beards that could compete quite fairly with Grandaddy Marx see “The Stoa” for reference)…but I do know this has everything to do with YOU and your unfolding FATE and DESTINY to live a radical life among the stars.

 Yeah…there. I said it. 

I’m prothetlytizing on the sidewalk sweeties and its time to convert.

Burn me for it. It’s okay. 

Joan was a 5/1. She dressed up as a boy.

They canonized her has a saint. 

Let’s see what the rest of us can do. 

OKAY….NOW I’M THE BAD GUY BECAUSE…

This knowledge is not free. So I do charge.

It’s an Interior Science. No one will do it for you.

It takes time. You have to test it out for yourself.

Let me ask you this: If you didn’t have a story before…do you have one now?

Try Human Design. 

My Design - A Poem

I’m a Savior, but not a Saint.

But the crisis is urgent. And the task is real.

There’s a Devil in command, and I’ve trained him to be quiet.

Wearing masks, playing charades, yet we know it’s all a game. 

Yes, it’s all an illusion of MAIA. She’s the goddess. The veil of illusion.

She’s written these words and she’s ended my confusion. 

Her values will break you apart and make you whole again.

Come home, and be your Self. No one else will do it for you. 

————-

 ~*~ b3 @uTh3nTiC ~*~

**Spell check (?) You can send me a French dictionary later

***HD uses Kabbalah, iChing, Western Astrology, and the Chakra system.  

**** For the Americans out there, Labour Day in the rest of the world is May 1st

[devils-pirate-crew]

Dawson scoots over, scraping his stool along the floor, and presses himself to Dougie's side as the crew of the Sensibility and Jack's friends begin to chat. The pilot looks down at his mate, raising his eyebrows wordlessly, a silent question in his eyes.

The younger pirate sighs, running a hand through his hair - his fingers hook on the bandages, tugging at them a little bit, before he disentangles his hand from Marino's handiwork. So many questions run through his head, screamed at him by the Voices in words he can't understand. It's getting so loud. He can't remember any of it. "How are you doing?" he settles on. He doesn't notice how his voice wavers by the end of the question.

Dougie's eyebrows crease further together in concern. "I'm - Merce, are you okay?" Dougie's soft as always, quiet, tender even. It's part of why they work so well together - Dougie's a gentle giant with sadness in his eyes and mirth in his smile. Dawson's smaller, louder; he doesn't complain about his headaches, he just plasters on a grin and keeps going. No turning back. No surrender. We're all going into this watery grave together.

Footprints lined in crimson. Dawson blinks them away. "Yeah, I'm good." He takes another deep breath, trying to stabilize, stabilize, stabilize.

Dougie looks at his mate for a long moment, trying to decide whether he believes this or not. "Do you want anything?" he asks instead.

"We could go to the store later?" Dawson mumbles out. He likes going to stores when they're on land. Especially the specialists - the smiths, the jewelers, and more generally anyone in the business of trinkets. Dawson really likes trinkets. He learned the rules of piracy the hard way, that you're not allowed to take anything for yourself and that it has to go to the communal chests, because of trinkets. Siegs was not amused when he found out about the cache of shiny things Dawson had been hiding in his shore boots. It took the earnest pleading of Dougie, Nate, and Mikey to convince Nico to lay off the kid.

But sue him. He still always makes it a point to collect a few small things from every place they land - spoons, pendants, specialty items unique to the region. Hell, from time to time Dawson simply wanders on the beaches and picks up pretty shells. They're all kept in a small box by his bed, one carved with intricate, whirling designs and installed there by Akira.

Sometimes, Dawson finds special trinkets that he keeps in special parts of his small box. He tells himself that he's going to go home someday. He tells himself that when he goes home, he better have gifts ready for Riley and Jessica, for his mom and dad. He tells himself lies, as if he's ever going home, as if home exists anywhere but the Jersey Devil anymore, as if his family doesn't believe he died alone, a long, long time ago.

Dawson lies to himself as he sorts his little trinkets some nights, putting the rings and bracelets in one corner for his mother, the knives and Native crafts in another for his father, the spoons and pendants in the third for his sister, and the rocks and shells in the last for his brother. His mother always lamented how she'd never have jewelry, his father always talked about the strange savages in the New World, his sister always admired the hallmarks of the wealthy, and his brother always loved nature.

And by the time he's done sorting, there's nothing left in the middle for himself.

"Yeah," Dougie agrees softly, wrapping his arm around Dawson and pulling him into the older pirate's side. "We can go to the store later."

[disneyprincessbuffyannesummers]

Gotham City is in New York here’s why; the writer of Sleepy Hallow called the city: Gotham a reference to a village in England called ‘Gotham’ which means Goat Town (& Goat basically meant Simple Minded Fool). Bill Finger then found a jewelry store in New York called ‘Gotham’. & the rest as they say is history. However there is nothing wrong with Gotham being in New Jersey. I personally like to think it’s in New York.

[mushibashiraas]

MY DARLINGS. ✰

— haitani rindou. texting the other at 3am, bike rides, tattoo dates, hooked pinkies at the grocery store, late night trips to 7/11, bike rides, faint blushes, purple gift wrap, fixing up bloody knuckles and busted lips, coffee runs before class, bike rides, morning love-making, princess treatment, love bites, washing each other's hair, kisses kisses kisses, quality time, cuddles in his t-shirts, video game dates, random shopping trips, carrying my bags for me, bike rides, shared earbuds, swapping playlists and music mixes, bookstore dates.

— hanemiya kazutora. morning cuddles, afternoon naps, evening cuddles, nighttime cuddles, brushing our teeth together, making tora's bento before he leaves for the pet store, caring for newborn kittens, words of affirmation, braiding hair, getting matching tattoos, stealing his sweatshirts, bike rides, eventually caving and buying a cat and a dog from fuyu's pet store.

— kokonoi hajime. lots of pictures, bleps bleps bleps, getting caught working or studying late, tucking each other into bed, acts of service, doing chores together ("it's more efficient this way"), expensive, late night takeout, soft, pure kisses, snuggles, little spooning, begging and giving in to getting a cat, salon dates, a matching piercing, silver jewelry, classy christmas tree decorations, white fairy lights, coordinated, designer outfits, doing koko's eye makeup before work, removing his eye makeup before bed, doing each other's skincare routines, spa dates, soft, romantic lovemaking after a long rough day at work, book dates, long, philosophical or theological discussions, a rare crime drama binge watch.

— shiba yuzuha. makeup shopping, gossiping about our brothers, movie nights, recommending new music, late night snack runs, study dates (she's definitely crazy smart), sending each other cute cat pictures, facetiming at odd hours, quiet cuddle times indoors, hiding out after school avoiding her fanclub, nicknames ("queen" "princess" "bug" "sweetheart" "yuzu" "yuzu-chan"), soft touches, kisses kisses kisses, spending time showing each other each other's hobbies, quality time.

— nagi seishiro. quality time, naps naps naps, video game dates, rainy days spent cuddling together indoors, lazy takeout runs, muscle and weight training (i'm the weight), snack runs, leaning against each other, piggyback rides, swapping between being the big spoon and little spoon, kisses post-win, catching me trying on his jerseys, dancing on his toes, slow dancing, random biting, cocoa with tons of marshmallows and whipped cream, competitive versus matches, snowball fights, snitching cookie and cake dough, making more of a mess with the christmas lights and decorations rather than use them to decorate the tree.

— ruggie bucchi. naps well into the evening after doing leona's chores and running errands for leona, ear scritches!!, cuddles cuddles cuddles, snack runs to sam's after school, broom rides late in the night, watching his spelldrive practices, pulling pranks on ace and deuce and grim, sitting leaned up against each other watching the laundry spin round and round, falling asleep the soft hum of the washers and dryers in the background, cooking for the entire savanaclaw dorm, splitting donuts and hot chocolate during study sessions, MASSAGES, visits back home to ruggie's grandmother, 5 second rule things with ruggie, stealing each other's oversized shirts.

— ace trappola. pasta nights/making the entire heartslabyul dorm smell like basil and garlic and tomatoes, pulling pranks with deuce and grim, skipping class, cheering the loudest at ace's basketball game, receiving wet, sloppy, sweaty kisses post-win, getting picked up and spun around in a hug, petty arguments, thumb wars, spontaneous "kidnappings" on ace's broom, hopeless study sessions, study sessions turn tickle fights, pillow fights, practicing card and magic tricks late into the night, constantly needing to touch and feel each other (non-sexual), elbow on my head, pinching each other, hand-holding, swinging each other's arms, linking arms, giggling late into the night about old pranks we pulled, shopping trips into town, adopting a dog, morning kisses, "good night" kisses, cheek kisses, neck kisses, blowing raspberries, elbowing each other.

— jamil viper. productive study sessions, assisting him with kalim's and his chores, taking care of each other when we're sick, braiding his hair, acts of service, words of affirmation, well-deserved naps, big spooning, little spooning, roasting and gossiping about other students, sharing music recommendations, cooking dinner for kalim and the scarabia dorm, cuddles cuddles cuddles, love bites, heated makeout sessions, neck kisses, nose kisses, holding pinkies, subtle ways of saying "i love you," tapping each other three times to say "i love you," reading in the school library, teaching him about any customs or traditions from my world/home, trips back home to the scalding sands, introducing me to his family, stargazing, magic carpet rides, watching the al'ab naariya (sp??) fireworks, dancing in his room, telling each other to go to bed first, kisses first thing in the morning, kisses as we pass each other in the kitchen, kisses as we wake up from naps.

— xiao. visits to jueyun karst and the adepti, naps after patrol at wangshu inn, trips into liyue harbor, meeting with zhongli at third-round knockout or xinyue kiosk, lantern rites spent just the two of us, cuddles cuddles cuddles, rock and mountain climbing, late night chats with hu tao, flower crowns made from qingxin, walks with qiqi while she picks medicinal herbs for baizhu, cooking for and failing at trying to surprise him with almond tofu, patching each other up after a particularly rough commission or long, drawn-out battle, exploring domains and new nations together, quiet "i love yous," tapping each other three times to say "i love you," holding hands and soft, gentle kisses in the privacy of our shared bedroom, heated kisses, words of affirmation, stargazing, visiting pervases' shrine and offering incense.

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Unidentified: Seminole County Jane Doe

June 14, 2022

*This case is not to be confused with another Jane Doe that goes by the same name, who had died with her husband and children from yellow fever in the failed colony of St. Joseph, Florida in 1887* 

On November 24, 1974, the body of an unidentified woman was found by the County Sheriff’s Department behind a nearly constructed Interstate Mall at the time, located at I-4 and Highway 436 in Altamonte, Seminole County, Florida. 

The woman appeared to be between the ages of 30-55 years old, Caucasian, between 4′11″-5′3″ tall, and about 150-160 lbs, described as having an “overweight, stocky build.” 

She had reddish blonde to light brown hair that was fine in texture, with a few waves. Her eye colour is unknown. She had a narrow, prominent nose, and tiny scars on her pelvic bones indicating that she probably gave birth twice. 

She was wearing royal blue knit slacks with an elastic waist band, the measurements being 38″ and 36″ in length, light red or pink “Fashion of Singapore” crew neck, sleeveless knit blouse size 42 with a 10″ zipper in the back, white bra with a label reading “Exquisite Form” which was a size 41B. 

The woman’s teeth were of much significance as it was clear she had poor dental hygiene, with many cavities and no evidence that she had ever gotten them fixed. Jane Doe also had a total of 16 missing teeth. There was abnormal wear to her upper central incisor and the left lateral incisor, which could be caused by biting something. Some sources claim this can be associated with sewing or hairdressing professions. 

For jewelry the woman had a size 8 yellow-old engagement and wedding ring set. It is believed she may have had ties to California or Arizona, as her wedding ring set which was valued at $300-$400 had been sold between 1969 and 1972 to jewelry stores in those two states. The rings have never been traced. 

The cause of death was multiple stab wounds, and it is believed that the woman was murdered 3-4 weeks prior to her being found, possibly sometime in October 1974. She may have been a victim of serial killer Gerald Stano, who confessed to picking her up while she was hitchhiking outside Orlando in October 1974. 

Stano was an active serial killer between 1969-1980, confessing to killing 41 women, of which only 22 have been confirmed. He operated in Florida, New Jersey and Pennsylvania. 

Stano claimed he killed Seminole Jane Doe before dumping her body at a construction site. He took her purse and shoes but doesn’t know where he discarded them and they have never been found. He was sentenced to death and died in the electric chair on March 23, 1998. 

Seminole County Jane Doe does have DNA available in CODIS, which will hopefully allow her to get her name back. She has been unidentified for 47 years. 

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