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I received a marketing piece from Visit Austin with a special offer on Cabana Rental on selected rooftop pools in the city. The definition of Cabana is ‘a hut, cabin or shelter at a beach or swimming pool but it seems to be the trendiest ticket in town at the moment. After getting my breath back looking at the Austin prices even after the 15% discount I thought about the justification as a…

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Snow Day in Doo Wop City, Part 1

Winter is finally behind us, and a new tourist season begins. For those of you who don’t see Doo Wop City in the winter, it snowed on the island. The Doo Wop Event of the Year, from the previous post, was originally scheduled on the night that it snowed, and had to be postponed. “Cathode” Ray drove around the morning following a winter snowfall, and took photos of snow-covered landmarks in…

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Danny Has Bat-wings

Part 2

Clockwork would regret the day he taught Danny shapeshifting. The ancient time ghost thought it was wise to educate the prince/apprentice to change his appearance at will to better blend in when he traveled across universes.

Add that to the fact Clockwork has been very lenient with the prince and let him cross as amny universes as he desired.

Danny had learned how to make small alterations so far. He started by making himself taller than clockwork but after struggling to cope with low ceilings he stopped. He resorted to using tails and ears of many kinds. He usually took the time to study any animals he wanted to copy and use their traits after figuring out how they worked. He is still years away from a full transformation as this mentor said but he was determined to master at least one.

Danny's greatest discovery so far are wings. He made a full set of wings, bones and all. Although he hasn't figured out feathers (look they are more complex than patches of fur!) so he has bat wings.

Danny was more than proud to show them off to clockwork, practically bouncing off the walls as he darted back and forth.

"Very good Daniel." Clockwork said putting a hand on Danny's head and stopping the boy from moving. "Perhaps you can focus on learning to use your extra limbs now.."

Danny rolled his eyes. He already knew how to fly. He was literally doing it now. Is it really that hard to flap your wings?

Danny took it back, flying is hard.

He had found the rooftops of Bludhaven a good place to practice. Danny understood now why birds pushed their chicks out of the nest as he had to jump off roofs to get enough air to fly. Well, he wasn't flying, yet it was more flapping wildly until he could soften his landing.

Bat wings aren't really made to sit on your back comfortably so Danny had to wrap his wings around his body like a weighted blanket.

Danny learned quickly that dropping down alleyways and having his wings covering him caused people to panic and run. He didn't even get a chance to say sorry. Other times they attacked him calling him "The Bat" or "Batman", which is first off rude, and second, they could have at least called him a vampire or something.

News traveled quickly in Bludhaven right to Detective Grayson that Batman was in town. Which was weird because Bruce should be on a case right now. So it was Nightwing's job to see what was going on.

This "Batman" was clearly not Bruce. Any Gothemite worth their salt could tell that but the people of Bludhaven aren't familiar enough with bats. Speaking of bats, the "Batman" was more of a bat boy. Had ManBat had a kid, probably not.

The kid darted around and jumped from roof to roof with ease. After a few hours of practice, he'd wrap his wings around him and take a quick nap.

Usually, Bruce would demand a file be made on the kid and give him the 3rd degree on why he's here but this was Nightwing's territory. And he thought the kid was harmless if not a bit goofy.

Dick decided to stay quiet on this and letting Bludhaven have its own little Bat Boy. What's more entertaining to watch the kid learn to fly and failing when he tried to land.

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An enormous Mediterranean rooftop outdoor kitchen remodel's source of inspiration

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The Best Museums in Honolulu for History Buffs

In Honolulu, you'll find a surprising number of museums. Many museums can be visited in one day due to their concentration in Honolulu's centre. Honolulu museums have far more options than the typical history museum. While most of us come to Hawaii to enjoy the beaches, museums and other cultural activities make for a great alternative on those rainy days. Another way of immersing in culture is sampling authentic gastronomy at some restaurants serving breakfast in Honolulu. However, here are some of the best museums in Honolulu for history buffs.

Honolulu Museum of Art

A visit to the Honolulu Museum of Art is worth it, with its permanent collection of over 50,000 works. Because these prints are light-sensitive, they are changed every two months. In addition, there are several paintings by Georgia O'Keefe, including the watercolour etches and woodblock prints he produced after visiting the islands and an impressive collection of textiles from more than 60 different countries, including elaborate Hawaiian feather capes.

The Bernice Pauahi Bishop Museum

Bishop Museum is the largest cultural museum in Hawaii and the third-largest Polynesian artefacts museum worldwide. The museum houses more than 1.3 million cultural pieces representing Native Hawaiians, Pacific Islanders, and Hawaiian immigrants' lives. In addition, Bishop Museum has scientists studying everything from volcanoes to oceans. Cultural artwork is often seen in some hotels with meeting rooms in the city.

Shangri La

While spending the day soaking the sun at one of the hotels with a rooftop pool in Honolulu is a must, a trip to Shangi La comes highly recommended. You may find it a bit surreal to see the Islamic art and culture centre in Honolulu, but it's an experience you won't want to miss. 'Shangri La' estate was built by New York City-born American heiress Doris Duke in Honolulu, Hawaii, in the 1930s, and the collection was accumulated over 60 years. Enjoy the brightly decorated tilework in the living room, Playhouse, and central courthouse. In the Damascus Room, you will find stunning and luxurious 18th-century wood 'Ajami panelling, a feature of late-Ottoman Syrian interiors.

Pacific Aviation Museum Pearl Harbor

A visit to the Pacific Aviation Museum is definitely worth it, as its two hangars, which survived World War II, contain models of aircraft such as the Mitsubishi A6M2 and Japanese Zero/Zeke. In the showcase of model aeroplanes, you will discover how the USA prepared for war, manufactured aircraft and trained pilots for the Battle of Midway and the Pearl Harbor attack. In addition, an F-86 Sabre and a MiG-15 designed by the Soviets are included in the Korean War exhibit. Finally, the combat flight simulators allow you to try your hand at flying your own plane as a WWII pilot. The staff at the imperial Hawaii resort at Waikiki can arrange trips to the museum.

John Young Museum of Art

The John Young Museum of Art at the University of Hawaii at Manoa houses a rich collection of art from Asia, Southeast Asia, the Pacific Islands, Africa, and South America. In addition, there are Neolithic pottery jars dating back to three thousand and two thousand BCE and a ceramic kendi dating back to the early 14th century from the Ming Dynasty.

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eight — good game

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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word count. 2.2k content. profanity, mentions of difficult family situations, reader is an anxious wreck for a good bit 

When Sukuna first met you, he was a fifteen-year-old nightmare with a penchant for pissing everyone off. His teachers hated him, his classmates avoided him, and he, frankly, did not give a fuck. 

To the girls in your grade, he was a right of passage. The bad boy they all had to go through before they came to their senses. The one who all their parents prayed would never come near their daughters, until he inevitably did and they resorted to locking their children away until the phase passed.

The two of you floated in different very spheres, had different friends, did different things. You were the most unlikely pair. Until you weren’t.

You met after class one unremarkable afternoon. It had been a busy day and you were beyond overwhelmed by finals, your attempt at joining the tennis team, and your family’s forthcoming breakdown. It was all getting to be a little too much, so you decided to hang back after classes when everyone had gone and take a moment to yourself.

You were on the school rooftop, peering over the ledge at the empty grounds, when Sukuna decided to scare the shit out of you.

“What the fuck!” you exclaimed as the boy popped up from behind a wall with a loud “Boo!”

He cackled as you jumped back from the ledge, clutching a hand to your chest. “Sorry,” he wheezed. “It was just a really good opportunity.”

You rolled your eyes at him.

You knew Sukuna, of course. From the periphery. Your friends sometimes talked about him, about the subjects he was failing, the revolving door of girls he was dating. The two of you were never in the same classes, but you were well-aware of his existence.

“What are you doing out here anyway?” he said when he had calmed himself down. He shot a teasing look at you. “Y’know, you could get in trouble for being at school this late.”

“You’re here too,” you shot back at him.

He bounced on his toes and grinned. “Touché.”

You sat down on a ledge and smoothed your skirt out, glancing back at the view from up high. “It’s really quiet.”

He hummed. “Yeah,” he said. “I honestly wish it was like this all the time.”

He sat down beside you and you quirked a brow at him.

“What are you doing?” you asked, scooting away from him.

He raised his hands in defense. “I’m just sitting, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that,” you said, scowling. “Your tricks don’t work on me. I know who you are.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Don’t be.”

The boy stretched his legs out and sighed. In the fading afternoon light, you managed to finally get a good look at this enigma that seemed to have no purpose in life other than to torment others. You were surprised to find just how normal he was, sitting beside you in his wrinkled school shirt, his hair disheveled, his manner easy.

“What are you doing here?” you found yourself asking him.

He looked at you with an expression of surprise. “What?”

You furrowed your brows. “I just asked what you were doing here.”

“Right.” He nodded, running a hand through his hair. There was something so boyish about his demeanor, a little awkward, a little uncertain. This was the ‘bad boy’ that had all the girls in your class swooning?

“I don’t really wanna go home,” he told you. His tone was soft, sheepish even. “Things aren’t exactly… good there.”

You were taken aback by his honesty. His vulnerability. Could it be that Sukuna was actually just a person? Just like you?

“Oh,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, offering you a smile. It was gentler this time, not as brash as his usual smirk, his cheeky grins. “Don’t be,” he told you. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to dump that on you.”

“It’s okay,” you said and you were shocked to find that you meant it. “I’m… Well, I’m actually doing the same thing. Avoiding home.”

He cocked his head. “Yeah?” he said. “Not so good too?”

You scrunched your nose. “Yeah. Not so good.”

Sukuna gave you a knowing look then leaned backwards, staring up at the darkening sky. He was silent, just soaking in the passing time. You joined him in quiet reverie, and you realized that you actually enjoyed this stranger’s presence. It was nice. Good even.

“I know you too,” he said quietly.

You frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

There he was again with his slightly-embarrassed-teenage-boy look. “I’ve heard about you,” he says. “And I see you in the hallways sometimes and, I dunno, I just like watching you do your thing.”

“My thing?” You chuckled. “What do you mean?”

“Your thing,” he repeated, smiling. “You know, helping people. Caring about them. Like when you went ballistic on Dai because he wouldn’t leave Hikari alone.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. He’d seen that?

“He was being annoying,” you tried to justify.

Sukuna laughed. “Yeah, and you put him in his place.”

“I was too mean.”

“You were just the right amount of mean. Pounced on the guy like he deserved.”

The lamp on the rooftop turned on as the sky went completely dark. You hadn’t meant to stay there that long.

You stood up and grabbed your backpack. “I gotta go,” you said, straightening out your uniform. “Um, thanks… for this.”

He waved it off. “‘Course.”

You nodded and turned back to leave. As you grabbed the handle of the door, you heard him call after you.

“Yeah?” you said, looking back at him.

“See you around, tiger!”

“Is she always like this?” Sukuna asks, turning to Maki and Nobara in the backseat. “It’s freaking me out.”

The four of you are in his car. Despite your protests, Sukuna had insisted that he drive you to your game. “That’s what good boyfriends do, right?” he reasoned right before you promptly slapped the back of his head.

Maki and Nobara—your ever-loving supporters—weren’t too jazzed when they found out that you’d be riding with him, so they decided to tag along. “So he doesn’t try anything,” Nobara explained before you shoved her onto the couch.

“Have you never seen her before a game?” Maki asks him.

He shakes his head. “No,” he tells her, glancing at you. “What the fuck is going on?”

To put things simply, what’s going on is that you’re brooding in your spot in the passenger’s seat, slowly working your way through a pack of gum in your lap. You’ve shoved four sticks into your mouth already, as far as Sukuna’s counted, and you seem like you have no intentions of stopping. You also haven’t spoken to him or your friends all morning, and—Sukuna’s decided this is the worst part—every few minutes, you proceed to crack your knuckles so loudly that he’s worried you’re going to snap your fingers off.

“You’re gonna choke,” he says, swatting your hand as you start to unwrap another stick of gum.

Oh, how he regrets doing that.

The glare you shoot him is the most terrifying thing he’s ever seen. See, Sukuna’s used to your annoyance, your confusion, even your anger. But he has never been subject to the complete and utter wrath you become capable of hours before a big game. He wouldn’t wish it on the worst person alive.

You look like you’re about to lunge at him when Nobara reaches from the back to hold you down.

“Just drive,” she tells Sukuna, unwrapping a stick of gum and feeding it to you. “She’ll be back to normal after the game.”

When you get to the court, Sukuna turns to you in an attempt to say something uplifting. Good luck, maybe. Have fun—would that be appropriate. But you’re marching away from them as soon as you see the rest of your team.

He’s completely stunned by this change in your attitude and his face does nothing to hide it. Maki and Nobara share a look at your best friend’s utter confusion and decide to give the guy a bone. He deserves a break from their scrutiny, even just for today.

“Come on,” Maki says, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the stands. “This is just her thing. She gets really nervous before a match.”

He bobs his head, sitting down where she tells him too. “Yeah, I figured.”

Of course, if Sukuna didn’t expect your pre-game mood swings, he’s absolutely not prepared to watch you out on the court, a complete beast as you essentially slap the ball away from you as soon as it reaches your side of the court.

He’s seen you in training before, all giddy and excited. Your normal self. He’s seen you teach kids on the weekend, all gentle and caring. He has, however, never been to one of your games before. Up until now, you’ve refused to let him go to one. He’s never questioned it before, just figured that you probably thought tennis was too boring for him.

Now he suspects that you were doing it for his own safety as he watches you return the ball with what he assumes is the same amount of power as a missile launcher.

The crowd goes wild after one particularly intense rally that Mai ends with—what Maki whispers to Nobara is—a drop shot. He has no idea why all these people are so happy. He never thought a game like this could look so violent.

“Are they winning?” he asks Nobara, eyes frantic.

She stifles her laughter at his confused expression. “Oh, yeah, they’re winning,” she tells him. “Our girl’s doing great.”

Sukuna swallows and turns back to you. There’s this stern look on your face as you pat Mai’s shoulder before she serves. When you move away to take your place, your eyes catch on his and, for just a moment, you flash him a nervous smile. A chink in the armor you’ve been wearing all day. Then you turn back to the court and you’re all serious again, but Sukuna swears he feels his heart skip a beat.

“Satoru’s here,” Maki tells Nobara, pointing at a spot a few seats away from them.

Sukuna manages to take his eyes off you for a moment to look at the man in question. He has a cap and shades on, but there’s no doubt that it’s him. What the fuck is he doing here?

And of course Sukuna and your friends aren’t the only ones who notice. You’re completely engrossed in the point until your eyes drift just a little, towards Satoru. You manage to return the ball a few times, but it isn’t long before—crack!

Sukuna barely registers what’s happening as you fall on your foot in what he’s sure is definitely the wrong way and you slip to the ground. A few members of the audience gasp as you roll over on your back and clutch at your ankle. It all happens so fast, from where Sukuna’s watching. Mai and your coach heading to your side, the medic hot on their heels. Maki and Nobara are standing, grabbing their things so they can get closer to you. 

It takes one look at your face—watery eyes and pained expression—for Sukuna to rush over to you.

When he gets to you, a decision has been made to end the game and get you out of there. When he gets to you, Satoru’s already gotten to you first.

“I’m so sorry,” you’re telling Mai as Satoru lifts you from the ground to bring you to the sidelines.

She shakes her head. “Stop it,” she tells you. “The team will win it for us.”

As they get to the benches, Satoru stops in his tracks at the sight of Sukuna, glowering at him.

“I can take it from here, man,” Sukuna says, pulling you out of your ex’s arms. He’s very gentle with you though as he looks down at you and smiles. “You did great.”

Your lips are wobbly as you sniffle. “I fucked up.”

Sukuna presses his lips to the top of your head. “You didn’t fuck up.”

Satoru watches this whole thing unfold before him, clenching his fists as the sight. “They need to check her at the clinic,” he says in a low voice. “I had it covered, you know.”

Sukuna looks at him with a snarl. “She’s my girlfriend,” he said pointedly. “I’ll take it from here.”

Maki catches up and takes one look at you in Sukuna’s arms, one look at the seething Satoru, one look at your smug best friend, and sighs. “Come on, let’s get her to the clinic,” she says, before looking at you. “You good, babe?”

“Yeah,” you tell her softly. Your eyes shift nervously from Sukuna to Satoru, both men looking like they’re going to pounce on the other, and you decide that you need this to end. “Stop being assholes and get me to the clinic.”

Your words snap Sukuna out of his testosterone-induced daze and he nods, turning without a thought of Satoru on his mind. He needs to be here for you right now.

Satoru tries to follow, but Maki holds his shoulder and shakes her head. “It’s better if you don’t.”

He watches as you and Sukuna disappear into the crowd. He turns to your friend. “So that’s okay with you?” he asks her, still looking at the spot where the two of you were. “What? Is he some kind of saint now?”

Maki pats his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she tells him. “For what it’s worth, I really liked the two of you together.”

Satoru scoffs. “Right,” he says. “Sure.”

notes. i am totally not projecting my experiences as an ex tennis player gf on sukuna. like that’s so not happening here