#subaru car services

[brucecoximports]

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[dietersporscheandbmwservice]

Unlock the mystery behind your Subaru Outback's stubborn trunk. Explore key components and common issues like misalignment or electrical faults. Troubleshoot effectively or seek professional assistance for a hassle-free solution.

[autoscandia]

Ever had your Subaru key stuck in the ignition? Check for a locked steering wheel, gear shift position, debris, or mechanical issues. Troubleshooting these common causes can often resolve the problem. If needed, seek professional help for a smooth fix.

[blurred-cat]

.... i think the reason i don't understand why people really like how a car looks is because i'm aroace. hold on. i think i'm on to something. doesn't mean its a good thing i'm on or a thing that makes a remote lick of sense but it's definitely. something.

[subaruofsterling]

Drive Auto Service

Stohlman Subaru of Sterling is a full-service Subaru dealer in Northern Virginia. Visit us for sales, financing and service near Herndon, Ashburn & Chantilly.

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[mnmautorepair]

Lubricating Excellence: Understanding Subaru Car Engine Oil Maintenance

Picture this: you're cruising down the open road, the purr of your Subaru's engine a comforting soundtrack to your journey. Behind the scenes, however, an unsung hero works tirelessly to keep your ride smooth and your engine running like a well-oiled machine—quite literally. Yes, we're talking about engine oil, the lifeblood of your Subaru. In this article, we delve into the intricacies of Subaru car engine oil maintenance, exploring why it's crucial, how it works, and what you can do to ensure your Subaru's engine remains in peak condition.

Why Engine Oil Matters: The Basics

Before we dive into the nitty-gritty of engine oil maintenance, let's first understand why it's so essential for your Subaru. At its core, engine oil serves multiple critical functions within your vehicle's engine. It lubricates moving parts, reducing friction and wear, which is crucial for prolonging the lifespan of engine components. Additionally, engine oil helps dissipate heat, keeping the engine operating within optimal temperature ranges. Moreover, it cleanses the engine by trapping contaminants and preventing them from causing damage. In essence, engine oil isn't just a lubricant—it's a safeguard that ensures your Subaru's engine performs at its best.

The Subaru Difference: Engine Oil Requirements

Subaru vehicles are engineered with precision and performance in mind, and the engine oil they require reflects this commitment to excellence. Subaru specifies particular oil formulations that meet the stringent requirements of its engines, ensuring compatibility and optimal performance. From conventional mineral oils to advanced synthetic blends, Subaru-approved engine oils are formulated to withstand the rigors of daily driving and deliver the performance and protection Subaru drivers demand.

The Importance of Regular Oil Changes

Now that we understand the significance of engine oil let's discuss the importance of regular oil changes for your Subaru. Over time, engine oil deteriorates due to heat, friction, and contamination, losing its effectiveness at lubricating and protecting the engine. Regular oil changes are essential for replenishing worn-out oil with fresh, clean lubricant, ensuring optimal engine performance and longevity. Ignoring oil change intervals can lead to increased engine wear, reduced fuel efficiency, and even engine damage, ultimately compromising the reliability and performance of your Subaru.

Subaru Car Engine Oil Maintenance: Best Practices

When it comes to maintaining your Subaru's engine oil, adhering to best practices is key to preserving its performance and reliability. Here are some essential tips to keep in mind:

    Follow Manufacturer Recommendations: Refer to your Subaru owner's manual for specific oil change intervals and recommended oil specifications. Adhering to manufacturer guidelines ensures that your Subaru receives the proper care it deserves.

    Use Genuine Subaru Oil: Opt for Subaru-approved engine oils recommended by the manufacturer. Genuine Subaru oil formulations are specifically engineered to meet the unique requirements of Subaru engines, providing optimal performance and protection.

    Regular Inspections: Periodically check your Subaru's engine oil level and condition. Low oil levels or signs of contamination could indicate underlying issues that require attention. If you notice any abnormalities, consult a Subaru-certified technician for further evaluation.

    Stay Proactive: Don't wait for warning signs to appear before addressing engine oil maintenance. Proactively scheduling regular oil changes and adhering to service intervals is crucial for preserving your Subaru's engine health and performance.

The Role of Certified Technicians

When it comes to servicing your Subaru's engine oil, entrusting your vehicle to certified technicians ensures that the job is done right the first time. Subaru-certified technicians possess the specialized knowledge, training, and expertise required to perform oil changes and maintenance procedures with precision and care. Whether it's selecting the appropriate oil formulation, conducting a thorough inspection, or executing the oil change process, these professionals uphold Subaru's standards of excellence, ensuring that your Subaru receives the quality care it deserves.

Conclusion: Nurturing Your Subaru's Heart

In the world of automotive maintenance, engine oil care is often overlooked, yet its importance cannot be overstated. As the lifeblood of your Subaru's engine, proper oil maintenance is essential for preserving performance, reliability, and longevity. By understanding the significance of engine oil, adhering to manufacturer recommendations, and entrusting your Subaru to certified technicians, you can ensure that your Subaru continues to deliver the exceptional driving experience you've come to expect. So, the next time you embark on a journey in your Subaru, remember the role that engine oil plays in lubricating excellence and nurturing your Subaru's heart.

[professionalautomotive]

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[franklinautomotiveal]

If your Subaru’s AT OIL TEMP light is on, don’t take it for granted. Find out the culprit and fix it. The above presentation explains some of the reasons why such a warning indicator may come on. So, check it out…

[alphajocklover]

The following story was a commission from a reader who would prefer to remain anonymous. They have given me permission to share this story. Quick thank you to them.

Made For This Town

Maxwell Ford was moving.

Specifically, Maxwell Ford was moving to a small town called Maxford.

Max Ford was moving… to Maxford.

It was almost funny, or at least it would have been funny if Maxwell wasn’t absolutely miserable about this entire thing.

Maxwell hated that they were moving again. His family moved quite a bit, his mothers job as a software engineer bringing them all around the country. Usually Maxwell was fine with moving. It was annoying but he was used to it. He was a fairly social guy and made friends easily. This time Maxwell doubted he’d make any friends at all, mainly because Maxwell was basically moving to the middle of nowhere.

When he had first heard they were moving to a town that shared his name he thought it was actually kind of cool. Even when he learned it wasn’t a city he had still been kind of excited. He had lived in cities his entire life, and had actually been curious about what it might be like to live in a small town. Then he had learned about what Maxford was actually like. There wasn’t a lot of information about it on the internet, which was a little strange since everything was on the internet these days, but what he had learned had soured him on the town completely. Maxford was… well it was weirdly normal. There was no other way to put it. The town was weirdly normal. Maxwell knew that a lot of small towns were conservative and focused on athletics, but Maxford seemed to take it to a whole new level. Everyone was conservative and athlete obsessed. Absolutely everyone! It didn’t sound possible, but try as he might Maxwell couldn’t find any semblance of any sort of counter culture. There were no nerds, no goths, no punks and no LGBTQ people of any kind. The only mention of LGBTQ people and Maxford were some quack conspiracy theorists online raving about some kind of reality changing forcefield. Maxwell was convinced that even if he found other nerdy or gay people like him in Maxford, they’d be absolutely crazy. It wasn’t like Maxwell could do anything about it though. He was just 18 and hadn’t finished highschool yet. He didn’t have the means to live on his own. So he resigned himself to spend his senior year surrounded by jocks. Though that didn’t stop him from pouting about it the whole ride there.

“God it’s like there's no cell service out here.” Maxwell groaned from the passenger seat of his family's subaru. Maxwell could hear his dad, Samuel Ford, sigh from the driver's seat, and could tell his dad was rolling his eyes without even looking. Maxwell knew it was all in good fun though. He and his dad actually got along great, which made sense considering they were both very similar. Both were skinny men who appeared younger than they were and had a love for sci-fi and video games. The only real difference was that Samuel was far more mature and less emotional then Maxwell. His emotional maturity and kindness was probably the only reason Samuel was able to get Maxwell’s mother, Rose, to go out with him. Rose was both attractive and ambitious, and Samuel absolutely adored her. She had driven ahead in the family's other car with a bit more of their stuff, so currently the car was just father and son.

“Son, I know you’re not really excited about this move…” Sam said sympathetically, a kind smile on his face “But I swear it won’t be as bad as you think. I know this town is different from the places we’ve lived before, but I know you’ll make friends.” Sam said. Maxwell doubted it, but said nothing and smiled slightly at his fathers attempts to cheer him up as they approached the city limits of Maxford. “You’ll see, son. As soon as we get in there…”

“You’ll be pulling pussy like fucking crazy.” Sam Ford said, a cocky grin on his manly face as he gave his son a knowing smile.

Max Ford puffed his chest slightly with pride as he smirked at his Dad. He wasn’t really worried about getting a new girl to go out with him, since chicks were basically putty in his hands. Why wouldn’t they be? He was a fucking stud. Over 6 feet tall with roaring, beefy muscles. He was so big he already had a place on the Maxford High football team without even having to try out. He had sent some pictures of himself to the football coach and got a starting place on the football team just like that. But Max liked it when his dad complimented him, since he had looked up to the man his entire life, so he pretended to be nervous about finding a girl for homecoming so his dad would try and cheer him up. His dad was fully aware his son was just playing, but studs like them had to build eachother up. As they drove through Maxford, Max thought about the upcoming school year with a cocky grin. He knew being the new kid in senior year might be a little weird, but a guy like him could make friends anywhere. Plus, a guy named Max Ford in a town called Maxford? It was like fate. Max was sure he’d be the king of his highschool in no time.

Sam pulled up at their new house, parking their SUV next to the family pickup. He got out of the car and sauntered over to his wife Rose, who was waiting for them. She had come earlier to get the house set up. Being a stay at home mom, Rose wanted to make sure everything was perfect for her man. Max rolled his eyes as his parents kissed sloppily, almost gagging as his dad groped his Moms ass. Turning away from them, Max saw a busty girl across the street, staring at him with unhidden interest. With a seductive smirk, Max stripped off his shirt, threw it to the floor, and flexed for the bimbo, who he couldn’t hear giggle and blush as he showed off.

Max laughed. A town full of hot girls and cool bros. It was like the town of Maxford was made for him. Or… maybe he was made for the town of Maxford.

**Hope you guys enjoyed another little trip to Maxford! I don’t know how the fact that the random town name I made up would also make a good jock name didn’t occur to me till now, but I’m grateful it did! If you like this, stay tuned for more or maybe even commission me. I already got another commission for a much longer Maxford themed story on the books! See you later!**

[raelyn-dreams]

Enstars dorms, basically:

Mika/Ritsu = Gay goths with separation anxiety and a fear of abandonment.

Sora/Madara/Wataru/Subaru = Loud and chaotic, Sora becomes a willing accessory to far too many crimes.

Tetora/HiMERU/Arashi = Gender.

Mayoi/Tomoya = "I did not sign up for this".

Tatsumi/Koga = Rock and revolution but in wildly different ways.

Jun/Kohaku = Chill Reimei technically (but fuck the school actually).

Tori/Yuzuru = Himemiya privilege bc how the FUCK does Tori get his own personal butler as a roommate???

Kaoru/Yuta/Nagisa = There is Something going on but Kaoru is too scared to ask.

Keito/Hokuto/Hajime = Autism.

Tsumugi/Ibara/Midori/Mitsuru = Pathetic cats and a bread ADHD.

Makoto/Adonis/Chiaki = Most likely to be kidnapped because "someone needed help reaching something in their car".

Hinata/Hiiro/Niki = Energetic and kind initially, but actually the personification of "I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service".

Eichi/Rei/Aira = Hell combo and passive-agressive 24/7, save Aira.

Leo/Natsume/Nazuna = Unmedicated and neurodivergent af (2), Very Concerned (1).

Shu/Izumi/Kuro/Mao = "I can't sleep, it has tO BE PERFECT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND-"

Kanata/Hiyori/Rinne = God & insecurity complexes.

Tsukasa/Souma/Shinobu = Incredibly specific moral codes that no one can quite figure out, but God forbid you make them break it.

[binsito]

stray kids !

☁️ : fluff 🫧 : smut 🤍 : angst

ot8 !

skz and dirty talk 🫧 ➝ [request]

skz and giving their s/o oral 🫧 ➝ [request]

skz and greek kissing (anal oral) 🫧➝ [request]

what is skz packing hard thought 🫧➝ [request, ft. xdh]

car sex with skz! 🫧 ➝ [exhibition/voyeurism involving a vehicle]

dad!skz and quickies!🫧 ➝ [request]

perv!stepbro skz! 🫧 ➝ [request]

flight attendant for skz hard thought 🫧 ➝ [implied ot8, free use]

caught having sex with skz! 🫧 ➝ [request, exhibitionism/voyeurism themes]

chan !

fratboy!chan imagine 🫧 ➝ [drabble, pining after you]

chanlix hard thought #1 🫧➝ [chanlix likes to share you]

persistent 🫧 ➝ [1.9k, fratboy!chan imagine turned fic]

chan hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [chan giving you spanks]

chan hard thought #2 🫧 ➝ [request, toxic ex!chan]

chan hard thought #3 🫧 ➝ [slight perv!chan checking you out]

chan hard thought #4 🫧 ➝ [step!dad chan and bday sex]

chan hard thought #5 🫧 ➝ [request, chan and his sir kink]

chan hard thought #6 🫧 ➝ [vma after party? no chan has you waiting for him at the hotel]

minho !

minho hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [sharing with chan]

minho hard thought #2 🫧 ➝ [threesome with jisung, oral]

minsung hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [request, brats who won't let you work]

minho hard thought #3 🫧 ➝ [request, kitty!hybrid reader in heat]

fem!minho hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [fem!minho likes showing you her lingerie]

binnie !

changbin hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [bin loves big girls ♡]

changbin hard thought #2 🫧➝ [changbin fucking to reggaeton]

disk 🫧 ➝ [1.6k, perv!changbin finds chan's stash of sex tapes]

changbin hard thought #3 🫧➝ [changbin likes it when you say his name]

quiet 🫧 ➝ [2k, fwb, childhood best friends, you fuck in your parents house]

changbin hard thought #4 🫧 ➝ [quickie before he goes to the soccer match where he kicked the first ball]

changbin hard thought #5 🫧 ➝ [request, sugardaddy!bin]

changbin hard thought #6 🫧 ➝ [heart shaped landing strip makes him go crazy]

disk 🫧 ➝ [1.6k, perv!changbin ft. bf!chan]

disk pt. 2 🫧 ➝ [3.0k, perv!changbin ft. bf!chan]

hyunjin !

jealous!hyunjin hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [work cocktail party goes wrong?]

hannie !

jisung hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [ji fails no nut november ♡]

minsung hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [request, brats who won't let you work]

jisung hard thought #2 🫧 ➝ [hannie has a crush on his nail tech]

jisung hard thought #3 🫧 ➝ [hannie nail tech crush continuation]

subaru ☁️ 🤍 🫧 ➝ [5.4k, enemies to lovers, car guy!han]

felix !

chanlix hard thought #1 🫧➝ [chanlix likes to share you]

fem!changlix hard thought #1 🫧➝ [threesome!!!]

fem!lix hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [double ended dildo with fem!lix]

tired 🤍 🫧 ➝ [2.4k, pining, bff!lix]

seungmin !

service 🫧➝ [2.5k, seungmin hires a topless maid]

puppy! 🫧 ➝ [1.3k, heat reliever puppy!seungmin x puppy!reader]

nerd!seungmin hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [big cock nerd!seungmin tutors reader]

seungmin hard thought #1 🫧 ➝ [ft. jilix, sending him naughty videos while he works]

innie !

jeongin hard thought 🫧 ➝ [accidentally sending ur nudes to innie.. instead of binnie..]

[brucecoximports]

Is your Subaru's touch screen acting up? From software glitches to physical damage, we've uncovered the reasons behind its erratic behavior. Stay on track with solutions like software updates, checking connections, and professional assistance.

[ahedderick]

Grandpa's chest

Sooooo, yesterday was the big chest-retrieval-from-Shunk-Pennsylvania day. My daughter and I set out at 11:30; she was riding along for moral support and navigation. She has a complicated phone and I do not.

Our first issue, just over the border in PA, was a 'Sunday' driver who was tootling along far under the speed limit. This trip was supposed to be 3.5 hours one way; I didn't want that to get even longer. However, even though it was a highway, it was too narrow to have a passing lane and too curvy to pass by pulling into the oncoming lane. We tootled. Anxiously. Then a shiny, bright yellow pickup pulled out in front, and slowed down. We were now 30 mph under the speed limit. Absolutely no safe way to pass. To my great relief, both vehicles pulled off onto a side road after a few miles, and I got the Subaru zoomies.

The rest of the trip north was uneventful traffic-wise. When we got off the highways and onto secondary roads just past Williamsport, the scenery was lovely. The temptation to just pull off and spend a while playing in the river* was intense! There were also downed trees leaning on the electric wires - not just one or two, but many! Yikes.

After a l-o-n-g stint on steep, winding backroads, we arrived at my late father's cousin's house, which is being cleaned out and sold off by her daughter, my second cousin. Got all that? Don't worry, not truly crucial info. The wooden chest that she was giving us had little caster wheels, ornate carving around the sides, some very interesting little drawers, and a flat top that really looked as if another piece was supposed to sit on top of it.

A neighbor helped us load it gently into the back of my car. He oriented it rightside up; it just barely fit. A little voice in the back of my brain was bothered by that, but I couldn't figure out why.

["This is wrong" "ok, why?" "Not telling you, just it's wrong!"]

As we started back down the gravel road, it because abundantly clear why. The flipping thing was sitting on its wheels - and rolling back and forth in the car at every turn and incline. We had to pull over, wrestle the thing out, then back in on its top. Sheesh.

There was no cell service, so K couldn't get the phone to give us directions back out, but we figured we could backtrack just by memory for a while, until the service kicked back in. That worked. Once she had directions again, we headed south. She was driving the return trip. "Uh-oh, my phone's at 20%"

I figured if the phone could get us as far as the main northeast/southwest highway, I'd be able to figure things out from there. And it almost did. It conked out when were were just a mile or two away from 220S. Unfortunately, so did my daughter. She was sick earlier in the week, and not quite recovered; after an hour of driving she got drowsy and I had to take back over.

Oop, I have a lot of party prep today, I'm going to have to come back to this later.

'* pretty sure this was Loyalsock creek. A puzzling name.

[oliolioxenfreewrites]

The Retreat I

8 months after the accident…

Monique gripped the steering wheel of her weathered Subaru, stealing glances at her best friend, Ashleigh, in the passenger seat. The winding mountain road stretched before them, an endless ribbon cutting through the dense, shadowy forest. As the sun reached its apex in the sky, casting long fingers of light through the trees, Monique felt a familiar tightness in her chest.

The radio played softly, filling the silence between them. Ashleigh’s eyes were fixed on the view outside, but she could sense Monique’s unease.

“You know, this is exactly what we need,” Ashleigh said, her voice gentle yet firm. “Getting away will help clear your mind.”

Monique sighed, her grip tightening. “I don’t know, Ash. What if this is just another failed attempt to escape my life?”

“It won’t be,” Ashleigh insisted, turning to face her friend. “You’ve been through so much, Mo. I know you’re stronger than you realize. It’s time you remembered that. We both need this time away to breathe and heal.”

Monique glanced at Ashleigh, seeing the determination in her eyes. “I hope you’re right,” she muttered, returning her gaze to the road.

At thirty-two, Monique wore her experiences like invisible scars. Her once-bright smile now seemed forced, a mask to hide the turmoil beneath the surface. This vacation was meant to be an escape, a chance to outrun the shadows of guilt and grief that had dogged her steps since that fateful night.

The car rounded another bend, and Ashleigh gasped softly. “Hey Mo, look!”

Their friendship had been a lifeline for Monique, a bond forged through years of shared experiences, laughter, and tears. Ashleigh’s unwavering support and infectious optimism had always been a source of strength for Monique, especially during the darkest times. Despite the heavy weight of her recent past, Monique felt a flicker of hope as they ventured deeper into the mountains, guided by Ashleigh’s constant belief in her resilience.

As they approached the clearing, a cabin emerged from the wilderness. Its weathered exterior spoke of years of neglect but also held a mysterious charm. Like hollow eyes, the windows watched their arrival with curiosity and anticipation.

Monique eased the car to a stop, killing the engine. “Home sweet home,” she said sarcastically. The silence was so loud that the only sound was the tick of the cooling engine and their shallow breaths.

Monique’s feeble attempt at humor fell flat in the eerie stillness. Neither woman moved to exit the car. Monique’s mind drifted, remembering her previous argument with her brother Marcus. He had insisted this trip would help her heal, but Monique couldn’t take the mix of pity and encouragement in his eyes. It was her fault David was gone. Her actions had shattered so many lives.

A sudden movement in the trees snapped Monique back to the present. She tensed, eyes scanning the tree line. “Did you see that?”

Ashleigh frowned, peering into the gathering darkness. “See what?”

For a heartbeat, Monique thought she glimpsed a person standing motionless among the pines. Then it was gone, leaving her to wonder if it had been a trick of the fading light.

“It’s nothing,” Monique said, more to convince herself than Ashleigh. “Come on, let’s get our stuff inside before dark.”

They exited the car, the crunch of gravel under their feet echoing through the silent forest. Monique couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched as they retrieved their bags from the trunk.

Ashleigh bumped her shoulder playfully against Monique’s. “Hey, this is supposed to be fun, remember? Two weeks of rest, relaxation, and zero cell service.”

Monique managed to put up a small smile, grateful for her friend’s unrelenting support. “You’re right. I don’t think I could’ve done this alone.”

As they approached the cabin, keys jingling in Monique’s hand, a chill wind whipped through the clearing. It carried the scent of pine and something else – something old and vaguely unsettling.

Monique hesitated at the threshold, her hand on the tarnished doorknob. This was their refuge, a chance to heal and move forward. Yet, as she gazed into the cabin’s shadowy interior, she couldn’t shake the feeling that they had made a terrible mistake.

With a deep breath, Monique pushed open the door. It swung inward with a mournful creak, revealing musty darkness within. Neither noticed the gleaming eyes watching from the forest’s edge as she and Ashleigh stepped inside.

The musty air inside the cabin tickled Monique’s nose as she fumbled for a light switch. A soft click and warm light flooded the room, revealing a cozy interior that immediately dispelled any lingering unease. The cabin’s weathered exterior had hidden a warm, inviting space that promised comfort and relaxation.

“Wow, Ash,” Monique breathed, taking in the rustic charm of the living room. A stone fireplace dominated one wall, flanked by well-worn but comfortable-looking furniture. The wooden walls were adorned with old photographs and paintings of the surrounding wilderness, adding to the cabin’s quaint appeal.

“This place is pretty nice,” Monique said, her tone lightening.

Ashleigh beamed, already hauling their bags inside. “I told you! I found this place online while Marcus and I searched for venues for the big day. It had great reviews from other guests for a quick reprieve.”

They began exploring the cabin, starting in the living room. Monique noticed a large, plush rug beside the fireplace and a stack of firewood beside it. A sturdy wooden coffee table held an assortment of nature magazines and a few board games.

“I can already picture us cozying up here with a fire going,” Monique said, her spirits lifting.

“Exactly,” Ashleigh agreed. “This is our sanctuary for the next two weeks.”

They moved into the kitchen, a small but well-equipped space with modern appliances that contrasted with the rustic charm of the rest of the cabin. The countertops were clean and stocked with basic cooking supplies, and a welcome basket on the table held locally sourced produce and a bottle of wine.

“Look at this,” Monique said, picking up a small jar of homemade jam. “They thought of everything.”

They continued their tour, finding a bathroom with surprisingly modern fixtures. The shower was spacious, and the vanity was stocked with fluffy towels and various bathroom products. Monique smirked as she noticed the stockpile of feminine hygiene products.

“I’m not sure how she knew to stock up on feminine hygiene products,” Monique said with a raised eyebrow. I guess you told her it was us, huh?”

Ashleigh laughed. “Yeah, I mentioned it was two women staying. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask for the essentials.”

“I’m impressed; this is way nicer than I expected,” Monique said.

“Wait until you see the bedrooms,” Ashleigh replied, leading the way upstairs.

The main bedroom was the highlight of the cabin. It featured a large bed with a rustic wooden frame dressed in cozy quilts and soft pillows. French doors opened onto a covered porch that overlooked a babbling stream. Monique stepped outside, inhaling the fresh mountain air and listening to the soothing sound of the water.

“This view is unbelievable,” she said, turning to Ashleigh. “I can’t believe you found this place.”

Ashleigh joined her on the porch. “I knew we needed somewhere special. Somewhere, we could relax and disconnect from everything.”

The second bedroom was smaller but equally charming. It had a single bed and a window that offered a view of the dense forest. Ashleigh placed her bag on the bed and turned to Monique.

“This will be my room. You get the primary suite,” she said with a smile.

Monique felt a surge of gratitude. “Thanks, Ash. Really.”

“I’ve got a whole itinerary planned, too! I promised hiking, yoga, and that winery visit. Oh, and I brought some art supplies for you. I thought you might want to get back into sketching.”

Monique’s throat tightened at her friend’s thoughtfulness. She hadn’t touched her art supplies since before the accident.

“You’re spoiling me on this trip, Ash. Seriously.”

“You just call me Big Momma, Ash.” Ashleigh responded with a terrible impression of a masculine man who provides a special kind of “sugar.” A slight smirk sneaked in, about to make her break character.

Monique looks at her and says, “Anything for you, Big Momma.”

They fell onto the bed after bursting into laughter. After regaining their composure, the two returned downstairs when Monique surprised her friend and wrapped her in an affectionate embrace that symbolized their 20 years of friendship and history. After unpacking, they spent the next hour or so discussing the latest gossip from home. Monique felt more at ease than she had in a while, thanks to the cozy vibe and Ashleigh’s company.

They decided to stroll before dinner as the sun dropped below the tree line, leaving long shadows across the clearing. The forest trail was alive with the sounds of birds settling in for the night and small animals rustling in the underbrush.

“You know, Mo, sometimes all we need is a little nature to remind us of what life is really about,” Ashleigh said softly as they passed the stream. “Two weeks of peace will do wonders for your soul.”

Monique nodded, taking a deep breath of the pine-scented air, fighting her mind’s attempts to remember the hikes with David. He epitomized getting outside and getting to it. She’d thought of him fondly instead of with heavy guilt. A faint sense of hope was felt for the first time in months. Maybe she could start getting better here.

Returning to the cabin, they fell into an easy rhythm of setting dinner together. Ashleigh pulled out the fresh trout they had picked up on the way during the drive-up while Monique set the table. Preparing a meal brought a sense of normalcy that Monique hadn’t realized she’d been missing.

“Who knew we’d make such a great kitchen team?” Monique remarked with a small smile as she arranged the trout on a plate.

“Remember our college days? We were practically gourmet chefs with a hot plate and a microwave,” Ashleigh replied with a laugh, tearing open a packet of herbs.

Monique chuckled. “Yeah, those were the days. Having real food and a real kitchen for a change.”

“Exactly. “And, real friends who stick by your side no matter what,” Ashleigh said, her tone more serious as she met Monique’s eyes.

Monique felt a warmth spread through her chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Ash.”

“Luckily for you, you’ll never have to find out,” Ashleigh replied with a wink.

Monique nodded, feeling a sense of contentment that had been forgotten for far too long. Ashleigh’s promise of a peaceful retreat was beginning to make her feel like things might get better.

They settled to eat, savoring the freshly cooked trout and reminiscing about their road trip. The cabin filled with the delicious aroma of lemon pepper seasonings and thyme, and their laughter echoed through the rustic space.

“This trout was a great idea,” Monique said, licking her fingers. “We should stop by that market again on the way back.”

“Deal,” Ashleigh agreed, holding her fork in a mock toast. “To our first bestie dinner in the cabin!”

“First bestie dinner in the cabin!” Monique echoed, clinking her fork against Ashleigh’s.

After dinner, Monique and Ashleigh settled onto the cabin’s porch, glasses of wine in hand. The surrounding forest hummed with the evening chorus of crickets and frogs. The air was incredible, and the night sky revealed a blanket of stars.

“To, new beginnings,” Ashleigh said, raising her glass of wine.

Monique clinked her glass against her dear friend’s, a genuine smile tugging at her lips. “To a new beginning.”

They sipped their wine in comfortable silence, listening to the symphony of nature around them. Monique felt a sense of peace she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“So,” Ashleigh began, her voice gentle, “how are you doing, Mo? And don’t give me that ‘I’m fine’ nonsense. I was afraid we’d have to admit you soon enough!”

Monique laughed wryly, then sighed, swirling the wine into her glass. “Honestly? I don’t know. Some days are… better than others.” She paused, struggling to find the words.

“It’s just… everywhere I go back home, I see him. David, I mean. Or I see the looks people give me like they’re just waiting for me to break down.”

Ashleigh reached out and gently squeezed Monique’s hand. “He was your college sweetheart, turned husband, Mo; I can’t even begin to understand how you feel. You are so strong for even making it through the day, even though all you want to do is curl up into a ball and hit ‘Do Not Disturb.’”

“It’s a pain I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, and please know I appreciate you and this beautiful cabin you got for us. I just…” Monique trailed off; her gaze fixed on the darkening forest.

“I can’t help feeling like I’m running away.”

“You’re not running away,” Ashleigh insisted. “You’re taking time to heal; that’s why we’re here. There’s a huge difference.”

Monique nodded slowly. “I guess so. It’s just difficult to see it that way sometimes.”

Ashleigh leaned back in her chair, looking up at the sky. “Something about being out here makes everything else seem so small. The stars, the trees, the sounds of the forest—it’s like a reminder that there’s so much more to life than the pain we carry.”

Monique followed her gaze, the stars twinkling above them. “You’re right. I’ve missed this. Just being able to look up and feel… connected to something bigger.”

“Let’s make a pact,” Ashleigh said suddenly, turning to face Monique. “For the next two weeks, we focus on the present. No dwelling on the past, no worrying about the future. Just being here, right now, is all we need.”

Monique’s eyes met Ashleigh’s, and she saw the sincerity and determination in her friend’s gaze. “I can do that,” she agreed, “for you and me.”

Ashleigh grinned, holding out her pinky finger. “Pinky swear?”

Monique laughed; a sound that felt foreign yet incredible. She linked her pinky with Ashleigh’s. “I pinky swear.”

They stayed on the porch longer, wrapped in blankets, occasionally pointing out an exceptionally bright star or a constellation they recognized. The conversation flowed easily, with light-hearted banter and more profound reflections.

“So, how are the wedding plans going?” Monique asked, genuinely curious.

Ashleigh’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Marc and I have been so busy. It’s coming together, but you know how stressful it can get. Finding the right venue, finalizing the guest list, and don’t even get me started on the dress fittings.”

Monique smiled. “I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle. You’re going to look stunning.”

Ashleigh squeezed her hand. “And you will be right there beside me, Miss. Maid of Honor, and all. You know I couldn’t do this without you, Mo.”

Monique’s heart warmed at her friend’s words. “I’m honored. Truly.”

“Who else besides my ride-or-die would I want to marry my brother?”

They continued to sip their wine after sharing a giggle. As the night grew colder, they decided to head inside. They secured the cabin, double-checking the locks on the doors and windows before settling into their respective rooms.

As Monique lay in bed, drifting off to sleep to the gentle babbling of the stream outside, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, the weight of the past months lifting ever so slightly. For the first time in a long while — she allowed herself to hope this retreat might bring the healing she desperately needed.

She was about to drift off when a faint sound reached her ears—something soft like gravel crunching underfoot. Monique’s eyes snapped open, and she strained to hear her heart racing. The sound was muffled but distinct, moving slowly around the cabin.

She held her breath, eyes fixed on the shadowy outline of the window. For a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of movement—a vague, shadowed figure blending into the night. She started peering out of the window when she was proven correct by being startled back into bed, playing asleep to avoid detection. The figure paused, leering into the window, no longer lingering at the forest’s edge from their arrival. She and Ashleigh were on the second floor of the log cabin; how could they have possibly gotten up here? Monique’s heart began to pound in her chest as she scrambled to find her phone and turn on the flashlight. Immediately after she looked up, the figure disappeared, leaving only an eerie silence in the master cabin suite. Shadows cast on her wall began forming the same silhouette she’d just seen a moment prior.

Monique exhaled shakily, feeling quite irrational. She told herself it must be a trick of the moonlight and her overactive imagination, but the unease lingered. She instinctively knew she should check on Ashleigh, but trepidation kept her in bed, her intuition faltering in the oppressive silence. The promise of peace in this dense forest now felt tenuous, as if the darkness outside held secrets that were just beginning to stir.

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Dagger Squad Random Headcanons: Cars

I've literally had this floating around in my head for ages now and it's the dumbest shit ever, but anyhoo I went to the trouble of figuring out what kind of car everyone who isn't Maverick would be cruising around in when they're not airborne. So, without further ado-

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW: 1966 Ford Bronco

I mean c'mon, we literally all saw him roll up to the Hard Deck in this thing

Old soul, old truck

JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN: Lifted 2020 Ram 2500 Diesel

If this doesn't scream "Texas pilot with a huge ego" I don't know what does

There's probably a Cummins sticker on the back window

DIESEL OR DIE

NATASHA "PHOENIX" TRACE: 2020 Jeep Wrangler

Badass but understated

Doesn't need the bells and whistles to get shit done in this thing

ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD: 2021 Subaru Impreza Sport Hatchback

A sensible car for a sensible boy

Definitely sprang for the manual transmission

Most likely silver or dark gray

JAVY "COYOTE" MACHADO: 2017 BMW 330i

Let's be honest he got this for the sound system

Style with *some* substance

Living his best life in his fancy foreign sports car

MICKEY "FANBOY" GARCIA: a *heavily* modified 2009 Nissan 370Z

Less of a car, more of a personality piece

Nismo AF

Regularly replaces the tires because he's doing burnouts and donuts in a parking lot somewhere

REUBEN "PAYBACK" FITCH: 2020 Ford F-250 Super Duty King Ranch

Big, red, and fabulous

Work truck in name only

Definitely got this for the cushy interior (we love a man who treats himself to the finer things)

BILLY "FRITZ" AVALONE: 2021 Toyota Tacoma

I headcanon Fritz as being from Hawaii

What does everyone drive on-island? TOYOTA BABY

Definitely part of the 'Yota Mafia

3-inch lift for optimum coolness

BRIGHAM "HARVARD" LENNOX: 2020 custom Jeep Wrangler

Unlike Phoenix, Harvard *does* need the bells and whistles

Total Barbie Jeep

Polished regularly with a diaper

Definitely allergic to dirt

LOGAN "YALE" LEE: 2016 Toyota 4Runner

Dude's probably a dad

Ergo, dad car

He's had this thing for a hot minute but he babies the shit out of it

NEIL "OMAHA" VIKANDER: 2020 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500

If anyone's gonna have the token service member's hot rod I guess it would be him

Has to rev it every time he starts it up

Has racked up an absurd amount of speeding tickets in this thing

CALLIE "HALO" BASSETT: 2020 Lexus ES

A bad bitch car for a totally bad bitch

Iced coffee is a permanent fixture in the front cupholder

Smells like Endless Weekend from Bath and Body Works

[divinemackerel]

Throughout the long scrapbook of humanity’s past, there is well documented evidence of Abrahamic Angels  (Islamic, Judaic, Christian) coming down to earth and mingling with us. 

This goes back as far as when we started to emerge, with new evidence now showing cave paintings that depict these bewinged and fanciful creatures. However, their notoriety peaked in the middle ages,  when their accidental power,  over both state and peasant,  was absolute.

It was at that point, that these simple messengers transcended to true holiness.

That fact crossed my mind as I saw a 2005 Porsche Carrera GT ram an angel that had been crossing the street,  and it stayed comfortably in the doorway as the creature readily spilled onto the asphalt,  its wings barely even twitching, as if it had been expecting this  and braced.

I watched from my window as the driver and passenger exited the car,  and both are limp at the joints with disinterest.

Royally blue ichor sinks into the pavement as they hover there,  it digging in like desperate fingertips,  useless against the ungiving stone.

“I am here,” it says.

The Department of Inland Fisheries and Wildlife will send someone to clean it up an hour after the inevitable call, and they will use a power hose to wash away the blood,  and bag the body of the angel,  now thoroughly mangled.

I’ve been seeing less and less of them each year, but maybe I’m just unlucky.

Less are dying on my road though,  less are eating my trash, less are coming to try to tear down my bird feeders, to sneak into my chicken pen,  to eat the eggs hidden there, brimming with honied yolk.

I live on the edge of suburbia, where I know they are most common,  and they are becoming almost elusive.

I live in fear that He is sending less.

When I was in first grade, an angel came to see my rabbi in the middle of our Shabbat services.

It was glowing,  and though it was not brighter than headlights, it was impossible to ignore its entrance.

Its body slowly reaching forward from the back, lead by the head into the posture of a sprawling lion, with its face and mane having been substituted for light. And after coming to the bimah at the front of the room,  it climbed the two steps not even the rowdiest children dared to, heeling like a dog,  before its mouth fell open, its tongue readily rolling out, long and yellowed as it was, and something was written on it, but in Hebrew I still can’t read.

Even I watched as our rabbi bent his head to do so for us,  his lips barely twitching as he silently tasted and swallowed each word.

When he was done, he simply turned away and continued our services, and everyone pretended not to watch as the angel left, walking close enough by me to almost touch.

We moved away the year after, and now I live faraway on an edge of suburbia, and I used to see angels all the time.

I don’t known my neighbors, I haven’t for eight years yet, but if any of them care, they do nothing.

I’m getting increasingly worried He is sending less each year. 

I’m getting increasingly worried that maybe I should do something. 

I’m getting increasingly worried that one day  He will send one for me,  and while it is eating out of my trashcan down by the road,  I will back up at full speed in my 2013 Subaru Forester  and hit it,

killing it instantly.