#packs f.r.i.e.n.d.s

[demilldotart]

Hello! Trying to show off my Etsy to more people, and thought I would try here! I’m still growing but I hit 110 orders! Eek! I do packing videos on my TikTok and Instagram, and if I get enough followers, I’ll start doing packing videos here too! 🥰 Thanks for the warm welcomes! 🫶🏼

I’ll post my current listings and link to my Etsy!

[rosebudshifter]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ 𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊, 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇, to my forest of fantasy & fable. ˚𖥔. ᡣ𐭩 ˚.⋆

I am the 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻 of the girl who dared to dream; who let go of the doubt and embarked on the adventures she always wanted to have. She goes by many names, but her most common is Mary.

Here lies my contents, a map of the forest of such. Peruse to find what you seek. It’s easy to get lost, but don’t be afraid to wander.

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ | ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ | ꜱᴘᴏᴛɪꜰʏ | ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ | ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ

⋆｡°✩ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻-𝓓𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀 ✩°｡⋆

Through the canopy of trees, beams of light peek through to shower gateways that help others reach different realms. (shifting script templates)

Marvel  |  The Summer I Turned Pretty  |  YouTuber  |  Netflix (hub)  |  Disney+ (hub)  |  Bridgerton | Stranger Things | Fantasy | romantic (aesthetic) | pastel retro (aesthetic) | sci-fi/superhero (aesthetic) | adventure (aesthetic) | + coming soon

The stars are resilient little things, they constantly find new openings in the trees so you never know when you’ll discover another gateway.

ʚїɞ 𝓐 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓸𝓶𝓮 ʚїɞ

In the center of our forest lies the Tome, situated in the trunk of a towering willow. It boasts my efforts as Storykeeper, with detailed accounts of the many adventures of our dear girl.

☽༓☾➵ marvel cinematic universe | masterlist

anisa cook became a founding member of the avengers. after the battle of new york, she now grapples with balancing her new shield responsibilities while maintaining a sense of normalcy, all while falling for the star-spangled man.

☽༓☾➵ fame (actress) | masterlist

world-renowned actress faye nolan makes her triumphant return to hollywood after taking a hiatus at the height of her popularity. she's energized and ready to make history & reclaim her title as the industry's shining star.

☽༓☾➵ f.r.i.e.n.d.s. | introduction

when offered a position on the inaugural team of mattel's new manhattan design office, a young designer packs up in LA and moves to the big apple. little does she know she moved into the same building as an eccentric cast of friends who quickly fold her into the fray.

☽༓☾➵ big bang theory | introduction

a school librarian moves into a new apartment building in pasadena and is consistently roped into the antics of her downstairs physicist neighbors and their colorful cast of friends.

☽༓☾➵ bridgerton | introduction

when the elusive rose betham returns to the Ton after studying in france & italy, she is quickly named the unofficial Diamond of the Season by lady whistledown and receives attention from all eligible suitors – including the dashing viscount bridgerton.

☽༓☾➵ + more to come...

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓭𝓮𝔁

scrawled in faded ink, tucked into the final pages of the Tome, are the spells to conjure when you might need an aid to find what you need. the spells are old, and thus are prone to error, but i as the Storykeeper will try to refine what each spell shows to make them as accurate as possible.

#Storykeeper’s Log — reblogs #Storytime — Any type of DR post #Keeper’s Ramblings — Even a Storykeeper needs to step away from the manuscript and rant #Storykeeper Says — Q+A posts + shifting questions #rosebud's ___ dr — a direct spell to find posts related to a specific DR. #portrait gallery — moodboards galore; could be dr intros, de-selves, relationships, etc. #Template Spotlight — a more direct way to see the gateways from the meadow #My Husband — …Mary has an obsession with Steve Rogers/Chris Evans, don't judge

[thestuffmybraincomesupwith]

April 15, 2023:

Dream: There was something in the beginning about having lunch with Jerry and Elaine from Seinfeld, and one of them was studying for a difficult test for a mean, hard ass college professor who didn't like them (because whichever one it was hadn't bothered to show up at all to class all semester). [My friend, irl] and Monica from F.R.I.E.N.D.S were there. We all packed up and started to leave, but [my friend, irl] and I waited for Monica who was in the bathroom.

As we left, it was suddenly that Me, [my friend, irl], [the other parent of my friend's children], and [their two young children] were at a party city / chuck e cheese type place and it was nighttime and closing so we were leaving. There was some stuff about us leaving and making sure the kids didn't walk out with anything they weren't supposed to, like jumbo mylar balloons or party favor toys, but it would happen like [younger child] would go and have to come back as [older child] was going, then we'd send [younger child] back while [older child] was trying to leave again with something. Finally, even though [older child] was holding a floating white latex balloon, we all started walking across the parking lot towards the car.

I stopped to wait for [my friend, irl] and [younger child], so I could keep chatting with [my friend, irl]. We get to the car and I realize [older child] isn't there. I scan the crowd of people and just for a flash I see the tip of the white balloon disappear between two cars. I run over fast and find [older child] buckled in to the front passenger seat of an old green minivan, with some blonde middle aged white woman in the driver's seat. [Older child] looks a little scared but had been sitting there politely because the woman obviously had convinced [older child] that [my friend, irl] had allowed this. The woman rolled her eyes and said "ugh, it was just for the weekend" (meaning she's saying she would only take [older child] for the weekend and then return them, which is obviously a lie because she's kidnapping [older child]). I rip the door open and drag her out, then reach across the seats and pull [older child] out. I snap a picture of the license plate on my phone. I bring [older child] back over to [my friend, irl]'s car, where [my friend, irl] and [other parent] had been freaking out but couldn't go far because [younger child] was already buckled into their booster seat and [my friend and other parent] didn't want to leave them. I'm scolding [older child], telling them that never ever under any circumstances should they trust an adult that says [my friend, irl] gave them permission to spend the night/ weekend with that person, without hearing it directly from [my friend, irl]'s mouth. The green minivan is already gone.

We get in the car to drive home. It had been night, but now it was day. We get stuck in traffic (with cop cars speeding ahead) and suddenly I think I see the green minivan. I point it out to [my friend and other parent], and I don't remember who was driving but they take off after it. We lose the minivan, but we find ourselves driving up this road that goes up into the sky into the clouds. At the top, there's a house (it looks like we're in the back of the house) with a door that leads into the garage. We all get out and sneak into the garage, and it's empty. But [my friend, irl] is determined to get these people that tried to kidnap their child, and I also want to get them. The big garage door is across from us, so we sneak over.

There's a small flap, almost like on a mail slot in a door, at eye level but it's screwed shut into the rail of the garage door. I quietly unscrew it, since we don't want to alert anyone by opening the garage door. Except the screw was holding the garage door down, and when I finish unscrewing it, the garage door pops up and opens about two feet (with the normal amount of noise a garage down makes). I grab it and try to quietly pull it back door, and I close it to about 1 or 2 inches open. I peek out the flap and see at least 6 cars parked 3x2, including the green minivan. There's also the lady talking to a strong looking red headed bearded white guy, with an older white man walking farther away up the sky driveway towards a castle. Luckily, I think the woman and the red headed guy are too far away to have heard the garage pop back open. I explain to [my friend, irl] that I see cars, and a green minivan, and they say "is it the same one? Are you sure?" But I can't see the license plate, so I lay down on the floor and push the garage door up to be about 6 inches open, and check the license plates. I see now that two of the cars are green minivans, and neither of them have the correct license plate number.

I tell [my friend, irl], and I start to wonder out loud if maybe they switched the license plates because they knew i took a photo of the license plate when I look up and see the red headed guy looking at us through the flap. I say "Run!" And we take off towards the door that led into the garage (which is now much farther away, like an airport hanger away) as he throws open the garage door. [The other parent of my friend's children] stays to fight him, and after getting halfway across, [my friend, irl] turns to hold off the guy so that I can get the children out. We make it through the door that led into the garage, but there's still a large track of skyroad we have to run down to get to a door that leads off the skypath back to earth, and if we get through THAT door, we'll find the car and be able to get away. We're running as hard as we can, and we know the guy is after us now ([other parent] is knocked out and [my friend, irl] is captured). The kids keep slowing down to grab things or put them down and I'm like "we don't have time, just run!" I know the guy is about to grab me, and I think about picking up the kids and throwing them through the door to safety when I wake up.

[birdie123au]

Leon S. Kennedy, et al., and the Raccoon City Incident // Prologue

masterlist

pairing: leon x reader

genre: apocalypse fiction, retelling of re2r cannon

Day 0 – 7:30 A.M.

The loud rings of your 7:30 A.M. alarm startled you awake. No matter how many times you had heard the “Radar” sound it had never ceased to frighten you out of sleep. You instinctively reached over to grab your alarm clock, quickly hitting the STOP button before rolling onto your back. Rubbing your eyes viciously, you let out a groan. Then you outstretched your arms and thrusted your chest upwards as you attempted to warm up your muscles. Finally, you closed your eyes and settled back into sleep. After all, you were not a morning person– who cares if you were late to work? Your entire bed began vibrating as your 7:35 A.M. alarm went off.

“Fucker!” you whispered angrily, immediately sitting up. You grabbed your alarm clock in frustration, slamming on the STOP button once more.

“For the love of God would you turn that shit off?” you heard the voice of your ex-fiance shout from the living room. The apartment you two had bought was small and the walls were paper thin. Still, you didn’t feel bad for him– why should you? It’s not like he had a job to get to at nine. He could go back to sleep for the rest of the day if he wanted to.

Without dignifying his yelling with a response, you rose from your bed and walked over to your closet. For such a tiny apartment you had quite a luxurious walk-in closet. You didn't even have enough clothes to fill the entire space. In some ways that made sense, after all, it was built for two people. Six months ago a thought like that would have made you cry, now it filled you with a smug satisfaction, and so you dressed yourself in a button-up shirt and dress pants. 

Exiting your bedroom you were met with the sight of both your small kitchen and living room. They were not separated by a wall, making the room appear larger than it was. Your ex-fiance was still lying down on the pull out couch, the TV still paused on F.R.I.E.N.D.S . He had been watching the show until at least two in the morning, much to your 9 to 5 dismay.

You walked into your kitchen, placing a piece of white bread into your toaster. 

“Did you buy more butter yesterday?” you asked as you searched through the empty fridge. Your ex-fiance said nothing, clearly pretending to be asleep. You sighed and rolled your eyes. Was he always this useless?

Still, you continued to get ready as quickly as possible. Once you had prepared your breakfast, using jam instead of butter, packed up your lunch in your glass containers, and put your shoes on, you were ready to go. As you want to open the door to your apartment you let out a gasp– you had almost forgotten to fill up your water bottle! Placing your food items on the floor, you scurried back into the kitchen to grab and open your cabinet. You grabbed the first metal bottle you could see and turned on the faucet. A few small drops of water sprung out of the faucet in opposite directions, yet none of them actually landed in your cup.

“It’s still not working,” your ex-fiance said, clearly awake, “I think we have one more bottle in the fridge.”

You groaned. “Didn’t I ask you to call the plumber like three days ago?”

He said nothing.

“Mitchell?”

Still nothing. Not wasting another breath you poured the last disposable bottle of water into your cup and ran out the door. Great, I’ll have to run to the store after work. After taking the elevator down to the first floor and exiting the building you made your way to the Raccoon City Subway. It was about a thirty-minute ride to the center of the city and you had no time to lose. 

Day 0 – 8:12 A.M

The seat you had managed to snag in a car full of people was warm and sticky. You were lucky that your coat ran past your thighs– at least your pants wouldn’t be ruined. Still, your mood has yet to improve. The Raccoon City Subway was notorious for being overcrowded and poorly managed. There was always at least one delay.

“Attention passengers, this is your conductor speaking. We are currently experiencing an unexpected delay and will be stopping at this station momentarily. We apologize for the inconvenience and appreciate your patience.”

Wonderful , you thought as the groaning sounds of angry passengers filled the air, I wonder how long we’ll be stuck this time.

You glanced at your watch, trying to be extra mindful of the time. After all, you were late to work yesterday because of a delay on the subway. It wouldn’t look too good to show up late twice in a row, especially considering it was investment season in Raccoon City. Sighing, you pulled out your water bottle to take a drink.

Best Fiance Ever! was plastered in pink right across the front of the bottle. You couldn’t help but place your head into your hands. This was going to be a long day.

Day 0 – 9:03 A.M.

The delay had taken longer than expected. You had heard whispers that somebody had jumped onto the tracks and the police had to be called to remove them. By the time you had finally made it to the station closest to your work, you were already running. Regretting your choice of wearing high heels, you made a mad dash to the front of your office building.

You were on the 30th floor. After pushing open the large glass doors, you ran towards the elevators, squishing yourself in with a large group of businessmen who had seemingly also been victims of the train’s delay. You saw one by one as the man closest to the buttons pushed each button that a person called out. Reaching your arm up in the air, you went to shout your floor name before being violently knocked in the ribs.

“Ouch!” you cried, but the man who had rammed into you paid no attention. Instead, he simply called out the floor name he needed. At your wit's end, you began pushing yourself towards the buttons. After fighting your way through the crowd, you went to push the button to your floor. Right as your finger hovered over the unlit 30 , someone pushed it causing your fingers to touch. You swung your head to the left, meeting the eyes of the less-than-helpful stranger.

He grinned. “Good morning, Y/N.” 

Noah Carter stood over you, dressed clad in his black trench coat he wore to work every day. He was looking particularly rough this morning, not that you were one to judge. His curled brown hair was frizzy and pushed to the right side of his head. His hazel eyes were droopy with bags forming beneath them. Still, he wore the same smile he did no matter how good his morning was. 

You couldn’t help but smile back, raising a suspicious eyebrow. “Rough morning?”

“You could say that,” he said with a chuckle, running his fingers through his hair, “I swear to God, I was having the best dream of my life! The next thing you know my alarm goes off, I’m running late, then there's the subway…” noticing your reaction, he shook his head, “You too?”

“Yeah, another delay,” you sighed, a sudden urge filled you to start playing with your own hair, “I swear it’s like I’m the most late employee ever.”

Noah laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll put in a good word for you. I’ll tell them you were too busy helping old women cross the street or saving kittens from trees or something.”

“Thanks, Noah,” you smiled.

The elevator door dinged as it reached the 30th floor. By that time most of the crowd had fizzled out, leaving the two of you with ample space as you exited. The two of you continued to walk together, chatting as you entered the lobby of your workspace.

When you finally approached your desk and booted on your computer, Noah lingered by your side. “Hey, are you headed straight home after work?”

“Not really. I’m gonna need to swing by the store and buy some more water. Something is still wrong with the plumbing and God knows Mitchell isn’t going to fix it anytime soon,” you said as you held up your half-empty water bottle to him.

You noticed Noah’s smile faltering. “Best fiance ever, huh?”

With that you rolled your eyes, placing the water bottle behind your computer with a huff. “Just don’t.”

“Hey I’m not judging!” he said with a laugh, throwing his hands up in defense, “I was actually going to drive home today since I left my car in the lot yesterday. I could drop you off at the store… and then drive you home. If you want, of course.”

Your eyes widened. It was that Noah necessarily lived far from you, but you weren’t exactly neighbors. He lived a good 20-25 minutes away and with rush hour traffic… It was certainly a huge favor.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Of course,” he shrugged, “It’s really not a big deal. What kinda guy would I be if I knew you were lugging a bunch of water jugs around while I could’ve driven you.”

You smiled. “Okay, thanks. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Perfect!” Noah said, grinning so wide that his smile almost scarred you.

Day 0 – 5:27 P.M.

Noah opened the door for you when you reached the Vons parking lot. He drove a modest little gray Kia with windows tinted so dark that it surely wasn’t legal. It was your first time riding in it and you couldn’t help but notice how clean it was for a bachelor’s car. You also took note of the newly opened freshener he hung over the front mirror. 

The drive itself hadn’t taken too long considering you had stopped at a store about halfway from your apartment. As the two of you walked to the front of the store, you checked your pocket for the list of groceries you had written down during your lunch break. The first and foremost was water, obviously, followed by butter, rotisserie chicken, cucumbers, beans, and some miscellaneous snacks to help get you through the rest of the week at work.

Inside the store, you grabbed a cart and headed straight towards the bottled water. Noah strolled by your side, his hands in his trench coat. 

“You know, you’re taking this whole hydration thing pretty seriously,” he smirked as you placed another large jug of water into the cart.

“What? I literally have no drinking water at home,” you responded.

“Yeah but do you really need that much?” he continued, “You look like you’re stocking up some sort of doomsday bunker.”

“Fair point,” you said with a chuckle. As you exited the aisle, you couldn’t help but notice there was less bottled water than usual. 

Once you had finished all your shopping, you made your way to the cash register. You instinctively reached for a bag of chocolate coins, but felt the swat of a hand.

Noah picked up the exact chocolates you were reaching for and tossed them into the cart. “I always see you with these at your desk. You’re really predictable, do you know that, Y/N?”

The cashier, an older man with no hair on his head who wore a name tag that read Dimitri , laughed as he began to scan your items. 

“Wednesday date night?” he said with a grin as he scanned the tag attached to the bag of chocolate coins.

“No,” you said with a polite smile.

Noah took the opportunity to rest his arm near where the card scanner was. “Why? Are you jealous, Dimitri?”

The cashier’s smile widened. “Nope, just notice things. A man with a watch like yours typically means he's got some good old-fashioned values.”

Dimitri nudged his head towards Noah’s arm. That damn watch, you thought to yourself. Noah liked to claim it was vintage– a true one-of-a-kind treasure. He never shut up about it. By the looks of it, you could agree that it definitely wasn’t made twice, but it was most likely from a thrift store. Dimitri and Noah continued their banter and talk of watches as he scanned all of your snacks.

When he finally reached for the first of your many jugs of water, he focused his attention on you. “Stocking up, huh? Always good to be prepared.”

You found that familiar, not quite comfortable polite smile creeping up onto your face. “More like my apartment’s plumbing is a disaster.”

After you swiped your credit card, Dimitri tore the receipt from the register. “Well, some things are made to last.”

“Guess so,” you said as you accepted the receipt, “Thank you so much.”

“Thank you folks. Have a good night,” he said, shaking Noah’s hand, “Stay safe out there.”

Day 0 – 6:23 P.M.

You couldn’t tell earlier how old Noah’s car was until you sat in it for an hour. The engine was loud even when sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Every now and then the smell of exhaust would enter through the vents, causing you to cough.

Noah tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, clearly annoyed as he glanced at his watch. “This is actually ridiculous. We’ve been sitting here for fifteen minutes and haven’t moved at all.”

You sighed as you shifted in your seat, trying to get a better look at the accident ahead of you. “Maybe someone really hurt.”

The sounds of the ambulance and police cars had been blaring the entire time. Before Noah could respond, the sound of gunshots rang through the air. At first, it was only two, but then the rounds increased. At least twenty shots had been fired. You and Noah shared panicked looks.

That's when you saw him.

A police officer stumbled between the stopped cars, clutching at his neck. The entire front side of his uniform had been stained with blood. Not only that, but the dark red liquid was spilling through his hands onto the pavement below.

Noah then grasped the wheel with two hands anxiously. “What the hell?”

The officer continued staggering forward, only making it a few more feet before he crashed onto the hood of somebody’s van. You saw people getting out of their cars, some approaching the officer asking if he needed help. You heard the sounds of sirens from behind you. There were more cop cars. An officer from further up was using his microphone, urging everyone to stay inside their cars.

Noah glanced at you one more time before glancing back at the chaos unfolding in front of you. “Screw this.”

Before you could protest, Noah slammed the gas pedal, jerking the wheel to the left as he drove over the median.

“Noah! There are a bunch of cops around!” you cried as he pulled the most obviously illegal U-Turn you had ever seen.

“I have a really bad feeling about this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “We’re getting the hell out of here.”

You tried to glance at the accident one last time from the back window, but all you saw was a frenzy of flashing lights.

Day 0 – 12:57 A.M.

Noah had dropped you off earlier that night, looking spooked as he said goodbye. Stay safe, Y/N.

His last words to you echoed through your mind as you recalled the accident from earlier. The gunshots, the sirens, the injured officer– it left you with a pit in your stomach. You had work in the morning. You knew you should be asleep, but every time you closed your eyes the image of the bloodied cop was inescapable. Not even the sleeping pills you had left over from your college days had done anything to help you fall asleep. You were tired, stressed, and scared. 

Deciding to no longer wallow in your fear alone in your bedroom, you decided to go to the kitchen to grab a snack. With a sigh, you threw off the covers and slipped out of bed.

You crept towards the kitchen, careful to keep your steps as light as possible. When you entered the kitchen-living room, you noticed the soft glow of the TV. You frowned– Mitchell was awake. Still, you tried to pay him no mind, reaching into one of your cabinets to grab a bag of chips.

You glanced over towards the couch once more. Mitchell was sitting on the edge of his seat, elbows on his knees, and his eyes glued to the screen. The volume was low, but loud enough that you could hear the frantic voice of the news anchor.

“–now confirmed in multiple parts of the city, emergency services, and law enforcement are entirely overwhelmed. Authorities are urging civilians to take refuge in the Raccoon City Police Department–”

“Y/N,” Mitchell called, his voice devoid of any of his usual apathy towards you, “You need to see this.”

It was all so strange. The accident from earlier, the fact that you couldn’t sleep, your ex-fiance’s behavior…

You walked closer to the TV. “Mitchell?”

He turned to face you, his face pale and his jaw clenched tight. You both turned to face the TV, the news network changing locations to the streets of the city. The sounds of people screaming, car alarms going off, and sirens blaring was deafening. The camera was shaking before it came to focus on a man. Only he wasn’t acting like a man. His face was gray– almost completely devoid of color. His eyes were an icy blue and his face was covered in the same thick, red liquid you had seen earlier.

“Jesus Christ,” you whispered, placing a hand over your mouth. When the camera zoomed out to reveal an entire crowd of those same creatures, you nearly threw up on the spot.

Your phone rang suddenly. Running towards the wall where the landline was, you didn’t even think to introduce yourself as you normally did.

“Hello?” you said frantically.

“Y/N?” the voice on the other end was fuzzy, but even then you could tell that it was Noah, “Y/N you need to listen to me.”

“Noah? What’s going on–”

“There's no time! It’s bad. Much worse than they’re saying on the news. Lock your doors. If you can’t make it to the RPD you need to stay inside! Do not –”

A ferocious boom shook your entire apartment. Your windows shattered and your floors vibrated violently beneath your feet. You dropped the phone on instinct, racing to Mitchell’s side next to the now glassless windows.

It was worse than Noah described. Worse than you could have possibly imagined. Flames consumed buildings, people were running in all directions, but worst of all, those creatures were chasing after them. You saw one of them grab hold of a man’s shoulder before sinking his teeth into his neck.

“We should go,” Mitchell said, his voice riddled with fear.

“No,” you said, “No! The streets– we’ll never make it! Lock the doors. Get some towels– we need to pour water on them… Goddammit, we need to lock the doors!”

[comfortinnfortmill]

Your Home Away from Home: The Comfort and Convenience of Comfort Inn Fort Mill

Hey there, fellow travelers!

Imagine this: You're on the road, exploring new horizons, and seeking a cozy haven that feels like home. Well, get ready to join me, your friendly Ross, as I take you on a virtual journey through the whimsical world of Comfort Inn Fort Mill.

Picture this blog post as a scene straight out of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, with a dash of Ross and Rachel's banter. So, let's dive in!

Episode Title: The One Where We Discovered Comfort Inn Fort Mill

Ross: "We were on a break!" Oops, wrong quote. But seriously, folks, Comfort Inn is where you can experience modern comfort without the 'we were on a break' drama. Located just off I-77, this gem is a stone's throw away from Carowinds Amusement Park. And guess what? If you're flying in, it's just 14 miles from Charlotte Douglas International Airport. That's like the shortest layover ever!

Rachel: "Oh, my God!" Ross, you're telling me they have cozy beds, microwaves, refrigerators, and flat-screen TVs in the guest rooms? That's like all the comforts of home plus a bonus!

Ross: You got it, Rach! And guess what's even cooler? Some rooms have sofa sleepers, which is perfect for families on the go. They're even cool with bringing your furry friend along – for a small fee, of course. I can totally imagine bringing Marcel, my monkey, along for a little adventure!

Breakfast Banter: Unleash Your Inner Joey

Rachel: "It's like all my life everyone's always told me, 'You're a shoe! You're a shoe!'" Well, folks, here's something better than a shoe – a FREE hot breakfast! Comfort inn carowinds is famous for its delicious waffles that will make you say, "Joey doesn't share food!" But don't worry, they've got healthy options too, just in case you're watching your waistline.

Smells Like Team Spirit: Work and Play

Ross: "Pivot!" Oops, wrong situation. But hey, business travelers, listen up! Comfort Inn at the Park isn't just for leisure seekers. They've got a banquet room that can handle up to 50 guests. So whether it's a company celebration, a board meeting, or a mini Friends reunion, they've got your back. And don't forget the fitness center – you can work out those pivot skills!

Rachel: "No more falafel for you!" And guess what, Ross? They offer free WiFi and parking! Perfect for those moments when you need to Google the best falafel place nearby.

Poolside Shenanigans: The One with the Splash

Ross: "My sandwich? My sandwich!" Oops, sandwich trauma flashback. But let's talk about the real deal – the seasonal outdoor pool! On a warm day, take a dip and relax. Just remember to leave your sandwich at a safe distance.

Rachel: "Welcome to the real world! It sucks. You’re gonna love it!" Actually, Ross, at Comfort Inn Fort Mill, the real world doesn't suck. It's like being welcomed into a cozy haven, minus all the apartment-hunting drama.

The Charlotte Chronicles: Explore Like Chandler and Joey

Ross: "Could I BE any more excited?" Well, yes, because there's more! Comfort Inn Fort Mill isn't just a comfy stay – it's your gateway to Charlotte's wonders. From the Billy Graham Library to NarroWay Productions, Blumenthal Performing Arts Center, and Discovery Place, you're in for an adventure.

Rachel: "It's like all my life everyone's always told me, 'You're a shoe! You're a shoe!'" Wait, did we already use that quote? Never mind, because Comfort Inn Fort Mill is more than a shoe – it's the perfect fit for any traveler's journey.

Pack Your Bags for Comfort Inn Fort Mill!

In the grand scheme of things, our journey through Comfort Inn Fort Mill has been nothing short of delightful. From imaginary splashes in the outdoor pool to daydreaming about exploring Charlotte's attractions, we've taken you on a whirlwind tour that's as heartwarming as Ross and Rachel's relationship. Whether you're on a real adventure or just escaping the everyday hustle in your imagination, remember that Comfort Inn at the Park is a place where comfort, convenience, and a dash of humor collide.

So there you have it, fellow adventurers! Comfort Inn Fort Mill is like your home away from home, but with a touch of Friends-style humor. Whether you're a Ross, a Rachel, or just a fan of the show, this cozy heaven is waiting to welcome you with open arms. So next time you're in Fort Mill, remember, "We were not on a break," and check into Comfort Inn at the Park for an experience that's worth every quirky quote!

Source:: https://www.apsense.com/article/your-home-away-from-home-the-comfort-and-convenience-of-comfort-inn-fort-mill.html

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Thoughtful and Trendy Friendship Day Gifts for Him!

From the first time we bunked class to surviving teachers' wrath, we have a bunch of crazy individuals we proudly call F.R.I.E.N.D.S. They are our second family – never judging, always lifting our spirits with their jokes, even during our lowest moments. They embody motivation, love, respect, and laughter.

Friendship is a bond we hold dear forever. So, why not make this Friendship Day extra special for your best friends? We have curated some trendy and thoughtful gift ideas that your friends will absolutely love.

Let's dive into these amazing ideas without any delay! How to Choose the Perfect Friendship Day Gift for Your Friend?

Choosing the ideal Friendship Day gift might seem like a daunting task, but the solution is often right in front of you, waiting to be realized.

Every day with friends is special, but Friendship Day calls for something even more exceptional to celebrate the never-ending and selfless bond. If you're looking for thoughtful and unique gift ideas, here's what you can do:

Know your friend's interests: Consider your friend's likes and dislikes to help you decide on a gift that will truly make them happy.

Observe their needs and wants: Pay attention to any issues or desires your friend may have expressed, and try to find a gift that caters to those needs.

Pay attention to their character and style: Each friend has their own unique traits and preferences. Choose a gift that reflects their personality and style.

Consider usefulness and practicality: Sentimental gifts are cherished, but practical and useful gifts are also highly valued. Opt for something your friend can use regularly.

Trust your gut intuition: Every friend is unique, so trust your instincts and choose a gift that feels right for them, showing your love and admiration.

7 Trendy and Thoughtful Friendship Day Gift Ideas for Your Male Best Friend

We've put together some trendy and thoughtful Friendship Day gift ideas specifically tailored to your male best friend's personality:

For the Health-Conscious Friend: Life Science Products

If your friend is all about staying healthy with regular exercise and a balanced diet, consider practical and useful gifts like organic protein powder or immunity-boosting supplements.

For the Fragrance-Lover Friend: Perfume

Gift your fragrance-loving friend with his favorite fragrance set to add a touch of aroma to his special day.

For the Workaholic Friend: Bodycare Kit

Help your workaholic friend relax and maintain hygiene with a thoughtful body care kit to relieve stress and promote well-being.

For the Hair-Fetish Friend: Haircare Kit

If your friend values his hair, gift him a haircare kit to keep his locks shiny and strong.

For the Thrifty Friend: Combo Packs

Pamper your thrifty friend with skincare, body care, or hair care combos that save money and brighten up his look.

For the Skincare Enthusiast Friend: Skincare Kit

For the friend who's passionate about skincare, consider a skincare kit to help him maintain his glowing complexion.

For the Traveler Friend: Sunscreen

Protect your travel-obsessed friend's skin with broad-spectrum sunscreen to shield him from harmful UV rays during his adventures.

Bottom Line

Celebrate Friendship Day by showing your friends how much they mean to you. A thoughtful gift goes a long way in making them feel cherished and valued. The more compassion, love, and appreciation you offer, the stronger your bond will become.

Share your thoughts below and make this Friendship Day truly memorable!

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You would give the rats here crowns....? Sam, I adore you honestly, but what the hell are you talking about?

Well, if it's any constellation, we miss seeing you every day too. Especially when you lived with Mercedes, because we could jump back and forth in where we would be hanging out that day. It was the most F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I've ever felt, which I miss since now it's just the loft being the hangout spot. And with the heat, and too many bodies packed in, it isn't as fun. But I plan to change that come fall when the temperature takes a chill pill - literally. But thank you for confirming I could scare a mugger, it's a set skill one learns after people watching in Central Park.

Honestly, the Lima Bean coffee tastes less burnt than Starbucks. It's why I usually depend on smaller business coffee places, it always tastes a bit of home. The bit that I actually miss.

Well, if you do end up modeling again, let me know! Because I have connections now! And Vogue is always looking for models, I'm just saying ~

Oooooooooh! The sugar thing reminded me of that Parent Trap movie when they gave that hot wannabe stepmonster lady the sugar water repellent! I shit you not I saw a video of a rat hauling a pizza box in the subway. I'm glad I never saw one that size when I lived there or I would've given it a crown and hailed it as King Rat. If it was at the zoo then I would think it, the gorilla, and whatever lizard fits the bill would all get together and make a real-life Rampage.

No. Wait. That was a wolf in the game. Not a rat. Mi malo.

That was one of the big draws to the city when I first went out there. It's the first place that gets demolished in all those alien or disaster movies but that wasn't the draw. It was how all the best happenings are there. One of the teachers mentioned I gotta try wearing headphones to tune out outside stimuli to see if that helps. I told her how part of me misses New York. It's mainly because I miss seeing you guys all the time. I can see you scaring the hell out of a mugger. They'll stand there with a confused look and ask if you're okay instead of robbing you blind.

I will not complain one bit if they got a Sweetgreen here! We still don't have a Starbucks but Lima Bean is pretty good.

After you brought up modeling it got me thinking... It could be good to give it another shot. I'm still in killer shape and keep a strict eating plan for the most part unless it's a cheat meal. So, who knows! Sam Evans might wind up on another bus. Or a billboard! Yeah, I like the sound of this.

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