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Basically. I got screwed.
I am very sorry for how relatively quiet this blog has been but I've been dealing with a very unpleasant situation the last few months, and now I need help.
Essentially, I tried to help someone out, and she took advantage of me, and I have no way to recoup my losses.
Earlier this year, I moved into a new house. Before we sold the old house, a Now-Former friend ran into some trouble and was about to become homeless with pets and a small child. Not wanting them to be on the street, we offered to hold off selling the old house so she could stay there for a little while, if she could pay the cost of the mortgage on that house (because I could afford one mortgage but not two) while we helped her find somewhere more permanent.
I was not making money from this- since I was still paying the utilities and property taxes, I was actually losing money, but willing to soak that in order to help her save up and get her on her feet.
Instead, she:
Never Paid a Dime towards covering the mortgage costs like she agreed ($12,000 for the nine months she was there)
Trashed the house ($500 dump fees for the trash alone)
Let her pets piss and shit all over the house ($1,500 bio hazard cleanup, $4000 to replace the carpet and other damaged flooring)
Caused an electrical issue in the garage ($900 to repair)
Broke the washer, dryer and refrigerator ($2500 to replace)
Broke the fence ($1000 to repair)
When I told her I could no longer financially support her and that I needed to sell the old house, she illegally squatted there for a solid three months and I had to hire a lawyer and actually take her to court to get her to leave ($2,500)
The resulting stress has been, as you can imagine, stressful.
So stressful, in fact, that it aggravated a the medical conditions my husband had and made him extremely sick. He had to go to the hospital and take time off work to recover. Now the health insurance is trying to weasel out of paying his short-term disability claim.
So net, this woman has managed to cost me around $25,000 and that's not taking into account the missed paychecks and medical expenses. I do not have $25,000, and until at least $13,000 of that is spent to repair the damage she did, I legally cannot sell the house to even begin to recoup my losses.
Theoretically, I could sue this woman, but she doesn't have any money and it would be me paying even more money I don't have to get... Nothing. So I'm asking for help to cover the costs of getting the old house ready to sell, my husband's medical expenses, and other expenses incurred by this debacle:
If you can help out in any way-share, donate spare change, anything- I'd be extremely grateful.
Thank you.
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𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 ‧₊˚ ✧
Summary: you've loved Daryl's daughter since you met her, but becoming her mama is only recent.
Warnings: TWD violence, blood & gore, character deaths, mildly explicit language, implications of sex (kinda), not really proof-read.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Greene! reader (fluff, angst if you squint, kinda).
Setting: Terminus.
Credits to: @louifaith for the amazing plot idea, hope you like this!
A/N: My first post so please be kind. I tried to keep Daryl's character but it was hard. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I appreciate constructive criticism. ♡
It started on your dad's farm when Daryl got shot by Andrea. Heather, his daughter, was younger then, almost two years old, and to keep her from seeing her daddy in the state he arrived that day, you showed her your childhood dollhouse, playing with her until your dad let you know Daryl was better and resting in the guest room.
You went to visit him, baby in arms, and she immediately jumped into her daddy's arms when she saw him. He invited you to stay a little that night, not even knowing why he did that. You became Heather's (and Daryl's) favorite person since then, and when her daddy was gone she pretty much demanded to be babysat by you and only you.
Then you lost the farm and spent months on the road. Heather became more and more attached to you during this time, who would try to keep her positive and happy by telling her you were all looking for a treasure together. She believed you when you found the prison, where you helped her decorate her and Carl's cell with colored chalks you found.
One day you came back from a run with Glenn and Rick, happy and smiley as you handed Heather the coloring book and crayons you found for her. Glenn told Daryl that the gift almost cost you your life that day.
Too focused on the girl, you missed Daryl's adoring eyes when he looked at you or how he was so protective of you. How he always made sure you and Heather were fed and safe, the subtle blush on his cheeks when you complimented him, or how his eyes never left you if you weren't next to each other.
"I didn't even know 'er," Daryl started. You were sitting next to him on a bench outside the prison watching the sunset as Heather sat on your lap, fighting a nap as she played with the buttons of your shirt. "Her mom," he added, stroking his daughter's downy cheek softly.
Your eyes met his stormy ones, and after staring at each other shortly, he looked away, suddenly interested in the fences.
"Me and Merle had been holed up in our trailer as usual, him bitchin' about how I never wanted to go out no more. Jus' to shut him up, I agreed to hit the bar with him one night," he explained, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.
He didn't even know why he was opening up to you. But there was something about you—something beautiful. His daughter was a shy little girl with most, but she seemed right at home with you, bubbly and happy in your arms.
And his father was no different. His walls came down in your presence, even if he tried to avoid or deny it. And there was something between you and the hunter, everybody knew. Everybody saw it but you two. Idiots.
He believed you only liked him because he was Heather's dad, and because he provided for the group. There could be no other reason. And you believed firmly he was only grateful that you took care of Heather, so he was your friend in return.
"I knew it was a mistake as soon as we walked in. Place was too damn loud, too many people. But Merle shoved a beer in my hand, said I needed to "loosen up." So I started drinkin'," now the nap had won over Heather and she was peacefully resting on your chest. "Merle kept passing me drinks, an' I got real drunk."
"Next thing I know, Merle's leadin' me outside, sayin' he's got a 'surprise.' Turns out the damn fool hired some lady, had her waitin' round back. I told him no way but he kept calling names, tellin' me I wasn't a man…" Daryl talked and lowered his volume as he stared at the girl in your arms, eyes always softer when he looked at her. "Woke up in the mornin' feelin' lower than shit."
"'Bout nine months later there's a knock at the door. This girl's standin' there with a pink blanket inside was the tiniest baby I ever saw. Pink lil' face scrunched up, fists balled at her sides. Couldn't believe somethin' so fragile was spawned from my sorry ass," he chuckled, but it was almost pained.
You wanted to speak, to tell him he was an amazing man, but you knew that right now he needed just you to listen.
"The woman told me if I didn't keep her she was gon' throw her in sum dumpster. I wasn't sure she was mine but I didn't care then," he added, eyes finally making contact with yours again, slightly squinted but as if he was about to tell a joke. "Then she grew into her face and…"
"She's your twin," you giggled and he nodded, his gaze finding his shoes. If only you knew what the sound of your laugh did to him. "How did you choose her name?"
He chuckled again, meeting your gaze again, "she didn' have a name for a month," he explained with a smile. "Then ma uncle said she needed one, and I called her all the girl names I could think of until she smiled at one."
"She named herself," you said with a breathy laugh, placing a kiss on the head of the adorable girl holding you while she slept and his eyes while looking at you were this close to turning into hearts.
The memories seemed too distant now.
The second prison attack seemed like a blur. One moment Hershel was dead, and then Daryl was ordering you to get Heather and leave. Now you both were camping in a makeshift tent five days later, the almost-three-year-old blissfully unaware of the stressful situation, for all she knew, you two were on a little vacation. A girls' trip.
Maybe keeping the girl in such a state of ignorance was foolish, knowing the chances of never seeing her dad again were high, but she was a toddler, a baby, and you'd keep her unaware and happy as long as you possibly could.
Sleep claimed you at some moment of the late night, much to your dismay, since you had been trying to keep watch every night.
"Mama, mama, maaaama," Heather called you in a sweet, sing-songy voice as she cradled your face with her tiny hands, shaking your face gently. You opened your eyes quickly, instantly searching for dangers, but there was none nearby. It was now morning, though.
Then you realized what she called you, and your heart skipped a bit. She considered you her mom.
"Hey baby," you softly cooed.
"When we gonna eat?" Heather spoke letting go of your face to play with the her bunny plushie. A gift by Daryl last winter.
"Oh, you're hungry? We still got an apple left, let me slice it for you," you said, moving her off you to go get the apple and knife from your bag, and beginning to slice it. A grumble was heard from your stomach, reminding you that you hadn't eaten in 3 days. All the food was for Heather now since it was getting harder to find it.
"Mama hungry," Heather giggled as she took the napkin with the apple slices and started munching on it. You hummed, not wanting to deny or confirm it as you sat next to her. Heather handed you a slice, and even though you wanted her to remain fed, you figured you'd find more food today and took the slice from her hand, eating it slowly to make it last.
Yes, you knew it didn't work like that.
"You know what we're doing today?" You started as you got the baby wipes you found in the last drugstore you came by, cleaning her face and hands. Oh, how you missed showers.
Her cute face lit up with excitement, she had already complained of being bored in the trailer. "We're going on an expedition today!" you explained, eyeing the stain on Heather's shirt she had been wearing for the past couple of days. "We're gonna find food, and maybe new clothes, perhaps a toy, how does that sound?"
"I'm not busy," Heather replied casually, making you laugh, "and we gonna find daddy!" she added with a gasp, beaming excitedly. Your heart dropped, but you didn't let it show, simply faking your best smile.
"Oh, but we're on a girls' trip, honey, daddy will have to wait a little longer."
Heather nodded and you got your bag ready, although it was almost empty. You got your quiver on and held your bow with your right hand, Heather holding the other hand. "Now, remember the rules? If I say yellow…"
"I hide, close my eyes, and be quiet," Heather said, skipping as she walked next to you, "and if you say red we run," she added, looking all adorably serious.
"Perfect," you praised her. "We're also looking for a new place to sleep, would you like that?" She nodded, crouching down to pick up a rock she found pretty.
In the trunk of a car of a man who opted out with a headshot, which Heather was thankfully too short to notice, you were lucky enough to find two bags of chips on the verge of expiring, but still good,along with a bottle of water—it was hot but it was good too. The girl happily helped you put the stuff in your bag before you both, quietly continued your journey in search of somewhere to camp.
On your way, you found a sign with a map. Some place called Terminus seemed to offer shelter for anyone, it claimed to be a sanctuary.
It seemed too good to be true, but it was also too dangerous to stay out here with Heather another night, so you decided to give it a shot.
You walked almost all day, holding Heather when she was too tired, and boy, was she getting heavier, but at last, you found Terminus that night. There, the people seemed kind and attentive, perhaps too much so. Obsessed, almost. Mentioning how rare it was to see a little kid lately, and going on and on about how sweet kids are.
Your gut was telling you to run, to take Heather far from this place, so kindly declining the food they were offering, you took your girl in your arms and told them you still had to find her father, as an excuse.
This infuriated these weird people, making them point their guns at you and the sleeping child in your arms as they threatened you to try and move. Your heart was beating fast you thought Heather would be able to feel it. You begged them to let you go, holding your kid as tight as you could as she stirred away so she wouldn't see what was happening.
"Oh, don't worry, we'll keep you together. Kids and women taste good together," she whispered in your ear as she dragged you to a sort of shipping container, locking you and Heather in there, taking your weapons and bags away.
Silently allowing yourself to cry, you told Heather you were in a cave and you'd be safe here until tomorrow. Rocking her back to sleep.
You got no sleep at night, expecting these cannibals to show up, ready to put up a fight. The kid woke up when you assumed morning came since it was dark inside this place.
To keep Heather from being afraid, you played with her to guess the number, letter, or word you spelled on her back with your fingers, thankfully earning a bunch of laughs from her. But all too soon, one of the men who welcomed you suddenly opened the door ordering both to come with him, dragging you when you begged him to let you go.
He took you to a room with tables that had all kinds of stuff, from toys to jewelry, to clothes and shoes. They were belongings of other people.
The man's voice interrupted your thoughts. "First, take your earrings, necklace, and shoes off, and put them where they belong," he instructed. "The kid can put the toy over there," he pointed at the pile of plushies and toys. Your heart ached for the kids that you assumed died here.
"Mama?" Heather spoke to you, hugging your leg. "Why mama?" You could tell she was getting scared, and you didn't know how to turn this into a game or a story, and only a nervous stammer left your lips.
"I'll come back to let you know when you can take your clothes off," the man said, eyeing you in a way that made you want to poke his eyes out. "Try anything funny and I'll make you watch as we eat her," he whispered in your ear, almost making you gag from the way his hot, stinky breath hit your neck. You gulped, staring dagger at him as he laughed and left through the back door. "I'll be right outside," he said all too cheery.
You felt grossed out. The only difference between these people and walkers was that they were alive and aware, and that thought alone made you feel more uneasy.
"Daddy!" Heather squealed happily, making you turn your head so fast, but you only found her reaching for the crossbow on the table that had weapons. How did you miss it? It was Daryl's crossbow, no doubt. With the little stick figures that Heather drew on one side. "Mama, Daddy's here!"
"Yeah," you said almost breathlessly as you grabbed the weapon. "He is," you said, still processing the new information.
"Let's go get him!" Heather declared, but a loud explosion made both of you jump, Heather let out a little scream, hugging you again before she started crying. You held her as you slowly approached the door to hear the commotion outside, hearing the guys that were outside the door rush away.
You opened the door, seeing nothing but chaos outside.
You closed it again, setting Heather down and kneeling to talk to her. "Okay, baby, right now we're going to get away, okay? We're going to run. It's red, got it, honey?" you tried to say as calmly as you could. Between subsiding tears, she nodded, saying okay in a whisper.
"I trust you, mama," she said holding you tightly.
After a few seconds, you rushed to grab your bow and arrows, as well as Daryl's crossbow, slinging both on your shoulder before grabbing a machete there was on the table. You held Heather and told her to hold onto you no matter what, hiding her face on your neck so she wouldn't have to see anything.
Everything felt in slow motion when you stepped outside, stabbing in the head the walkers you came across, and trying to find a way out without being bitten. Though a gap in the fence you managed to get Heather through, and you carefully climbed over it.
You walked for about ten minutes until you heard voices. Daryl's voice among them. "Heather and (Y/N)?" he asked. You set Heather down as the two of you approached them, her tiny hand in yours.
"Yeah! I saw them, I thought they were behind us. I called them. They probably didn't hear me!" Carl explained, a hint of stress and sadness in his voice.
"They gotta be still there, I'm goin' back for 'em," Daryl announced.
"You're probably gonna need this!" Heather repeated what you told her to say, as you held the crossbow in your hand. All eyes turned to look at you immediately. There were some new faces, but you were focused on Daryl.
His teary eyes made contact with yours, his breathing was heavy, and his lip trembled. You stared at each other for a minute until his gaze dropped to Heather and he finally broke down. Heather and you ran to him, he and you kneeling for a family hug. "Daddy!" Heather called happily, eyes closed from the big smile she wore.
You were finally home—the three of you were. His arms protectively around his two girls as Heather beamed peppering his father's and mother's face with sweet kisses, drying your tears too. She didn't understand why you cried when she was so happy, but she didn't question it.
Impulsively, he held your face softly with his free hand and his lips met yours. It was a peck, quick so he could pull away before you reacted in case it wasn't a welcomed action. But you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in again, pouring all the emotion both had been too blind to notice before into the kiss. You only pulled away when you heard Heather giggle next to you.
Taking a proper look at her daddy now up close, she gasped, looking at his blackeye. "Mama, Daddy got a owie," she pouted, "mama gonna make it better," she told her father, placing a hand on his shoulder in utter seriousness.
"I'm sure mama will," Daryl hugged his daughter, meeting your gaze again, but this time his eyes were softer, adoring, and loving, and yours were just the same. Heather nodded before his dad tickled her with his beard, making her laugh loudly, which made the rest of the group smile as well.
Maybe things weren't perfect yet. Life was not perfect. But this moment absolutely was.
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Tales of Bar 7 Ranch
Featuring Cody Archie
Cody Archie, a first-generation rancher who raise beef cattle and dorper sheep on Bar 7 Ranch in Gatesville, Texas. They also also own and operate Valet Cleaners and Laundry, do a little duplex renting, dabble in home building create content on TikTok and YouTube of his life on his ranch while his wife Erika Archie films it all. Most of their content centers on educating viewers on things like what is a Dorper sheep and how much it costs to raise the beef. They had a fair sized ranch and hired me as a hand to help him do the work. And for this 21 year old, working at Bar 7 Ranch had begun as something to keep me busy until something better came along. But after taking a liking to Cody, things changed.
Cody was very friendly and he instructed me personally on the details of the ranch and the tasks I had to perform. He seemed to be a really nice guy and he asked me lots of questions about myself and sporting interests.
Maybe it was because I sensed that the 44 year old man had similar feelings toward me, despite the fact that he was married and a father of two. He was a big portly man, with a barrel chest, tall, very strong, dark brown hair, a handle bar mustache and most importantly, a nice cock. I had seen it a couple times after strategically out on the ranch. Really, it was easy to see as he didn’t take a lot of care to hide it. Giving me a sneaking suspicion it was because Cody wanted it to be seen.
On today's agenda, we had to repair a damage fence on the cow pen. When we reached the damaged area, we quickly started the repairs. I found it impossible to concentrate on what I was doing, my eyes constantly going to Cody and his baggy jeans and what was inside of them. I could feel my dick stiffen as I watched the bulges of this hot man.
Luckily, the job was quick and easy as I watched Cody scrutinize our work before calling it an afternoon. Then he turned slightly to the side and unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick before saying, "Damn, I've got to piss like a racehorse.”
“Yea, I got to piss too.” I said as I too unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out. Then as I pissed I glanced over at Cody's cock. It was long with lots of foreskin hanging over the head of his dick.
He glanced over at me and caught me staring as he finished pissing and started shaking his dick from side to side.
“What are you doing with a hard on?” He asked.
I glanced down at my dick not realizing that it had gotten hard.
“You get a hard on from watching me piss?” Cody asked as he turned to face me.
“Here take a good look at it. Come closer.” He added.
I stepped forward until I was face to face with Cody and found a look filled with sexual excitement. Suddenly realizing that I might just be able to give Cody a blowjob, I grabbed his cock without waiting for permission. He smiled as his cock start swelling up like a balloon. It was big to begin with and just kept growing until I found myself eyeing one the biggest cocks I had ever seen.
"Now what are you going to do about that?"
Quickly, I dropped to my knees and took the big, red head of his dick in my mouth. I thought for a moment he might protest and pull out when I heard him taking in air in a gasp of shock at the pleasure, but he didn’t say a word. He just stood there looking down at me as I started sucking his huge cock. I swallowed about a third of it, but couldn’t take any more of his long thick piece of man meat. The sweat and piss tasted delicious as I slowly run my tongue up and down the shaft. And as married men are inclined to do, he started hunching my mouth as though he was fucking his wife.
“You’re good at sucking cock.” He told me as he watched me working on his dick, forcing myself to deep throat even more of it.
“Hell, this is better than fucking my old lady!” Cody added he started fucking my face harder and faster.
“Hell, take it all like my wife’s pussy does.” He called out as he suddenly grabbed me behind the head, forcing more and more of his thick cock down my throat.
Wanting to please Cody, I fought to keep from chocking as I let him shove his big cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I wanted to give him more pleasure than he got from his wife.
“Yes take my cock. Suck it down your throat.” The big rancher said as I took his thick dick until my mouth was pressed hard against the fly of his jeans. I couldn’t hold his entire dick in my throat for very long, as I couldn’t breath. But the big rancher didn’t seem to mind when I pulled my head back and again started working on just the head of his cock. In fact he let go of my head, placed his hands on his hips and just stared down at me as I sucked him expertly.
“You better get ready!” Cody called out. I wanted his load so I sucked and tongued his massive dick even more. “I'm cumming, I'm cumming!”
And he did! I felt a strong stream of cum jetting form his dick. I swallowed and kept swallowing his load as I continued to suck the last few drops of his cum out. He let me suck on his cock for several more moments before pulling it away. Suddenly I stood up, jerked my boxer shorts down as my dick sprung up and stood straight out from my body. It was so hard it was throbbing. The tall old man's eyes flicked up to his friend's face and then back to my dick. as I closed my eyes and started jacking it.
I was about to explode anytime now when I felt Cody's warm, rough workman hands stopping me from jerking my cock off. Then he surprised me by dropping to his knees in front of me.
"Nice cock." Cody said as started jacking me jacking me with one hand and himself with the other.
I really didn't expect the big guy to put my dick in his mouth, but he did. Suddenly he was sucking me and jacking himself off wildly. He didn't try to see how much of my dick he could get down his throat, he just sucked the big head of my dick like crazy. This was turning me on so much that I was about to explode.
"Cody, I'm about to cum. Oh yeah! Keep sucking my dick!" I screamed to him.
"Oh yeah, shoot your hot load into my mouth." Cody said briefly before putting his mouth back onto my cock.
With his warm mouth sucking on the tip of my cock head, I filled the big rancher's mouth full of cum. And instead of jerking his mouth away from my dick damn if Cody didn't start swallowing my cum even as he shot off for a second time. The pleasure was unbelievable as I looked to see Cody cleaning my cock dry.
“That felt mighty good.” He told me as he stood up, pulled a handkerchief out of the back pocket and began to wipe the cum off his lips.
“Yeah… hope we could do it again.” I said as I watched the old man gathering up his tackle.
“Oh, we will.” He said and winked.
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Hi, fellow English major here! Sorry if this is personal - are there any career paths you’d recommend? I’ve thought either journalism or academia (might do a masters for either!) though I’ve heard college teaching is now super precarious.
Well tumblr just ate everything I wrote. Grr.
This is a bit of a hard question to answer and it's really complicated, without knowing why you're into journalism or why you're considering teaching. I don't know a whole lot about these fields, but what I do know is that they both involve research, collaboration, writing, the day-to-day is different, and you have to be kinda peopley. If that sounds like you, then some other options to look into would be research, analysis, or librarianship.
Higher ed/college academia is...going through some things right now. (I've got friends in that world.) It's largely down to two things - one, culture wars and two, the demographic cliff. I don't want to discourage you from that if that's where your heart is, but it's going to be a difficult ride. Tenure isn't a guarantee anymore, you might have to move around more than you've expected, budgets are getting tighter and they're coming with a million more strings, and hiring is a bit stagnant. The message I hear from my higher ed friends is that if you want to go into higher ed or academia, you better make sure you're doing it for the passion, not the tenure or the paycheck.
And grad school. Only go if you're absolutely entirely 100% certain you need that master's to get the career you want. The economy being what it is, the interest rates being what they are, costs and fees being what they are, how fast and quickly certain fields are changing because of tech, I don't know that the value is there anymore if you're on the fence or you're doing it because it's what you're supposed to do. Grad school will still be there in a few years so you can always go back to school.
If you're open to a more broader perspective of the English major's postgrad experience and advice, then
In this essay I will give you a nonanswer answer in three parts:
What do you like about studying English? Why did you choose English in the first place?
It's not about the English lit. It's about the soft skills.
In the end, it doesn't actually even matter.
Colleges, universities, career offices, and departments really struggle with career advice and career planning. They only know what they know, right, so they have a tendency to promote the obvious career paths because that's what their experience is -- English majors go into academia, history majors go into museums, pre-med majors go into medicine, etc. However, that's just one option. I think it's harder for these folks to know what's really out there because they're just not familiar with it, and that's why they rely so much on their alumni to fill in the gaps but it still leaves students in the dark having to find their own way out. (I do think it's changing, though. My friends in higher ed said that there's a lot more focus "beyond the classroom" to prepare students for the real post-college life and more diverse careers.)
So let's get into it.
What do you like about studying English? What made you choose English in the first place?
Is it the reading? Do you like the debate and discussion? Is it the creative process? Do you like writing? Do you like the analysis? The research? If you narrow down why you like English, it can be super helpful finding "non-traditional" career paths.
For example:
If you like reading, then look at publishing or editing.
If it's the creativity or the creative process, then consider marketing or advertising.
If you like the discussions and debating plot points, maybe you're a lawyer.
If you like the community of book world, then maybe you're a bookseller or a librarian.
If you like writing and the writing process, definitely look into journalism, but there's also content editing, communications, technical writing, ghostwriting, food recipe writing, etc.
If you like analyzing literature, look into being an analyst.
If it's the research, go into research or research librarianship
And remember, these are just super broad and high-level career paths. Within each career field, there's a million different options to narrow it even further. Like librarians or writers or advertising.
It's not about the literature. It's about the soft skills.
Colleges and college students often think that the only career options they have are the ones that deal specifically in the hard skills their coursework studies - English majors become writers or teachers, history majors become historians, geography majors become geographers and mapmakers. But the reality is that the people who do exactly the work that their major studied are few and far between. Most of us end up with careers that have nothing to do with what we studied. For instance, in my friend group (there's about 9 of us) only one actually does the specialty he studied for - he has a physics degree and he does physicsy stuff for a lab. The rest of us are all over the place, like
the Chemistry major now does IT sales.
the Geography major is the International Studies director for a midsized university.
the French major is an accounts manager for a higher education consulting firm.
And it's all about the soft skills. Those are what set us up for success. Off the top of my head, these are the soft skills you're practicing in your English major coursework:
Reading and reading comprehension
Writing
Writing for different audiences (eg. you know Professor X is really into symbolism so your papers for his class will focus on symbolism, which is different from Professor Y who wants you to talk about literary theory, which is different from Professor Z who's obsessed with victorian panopticism so you know you need to include Foucault and -- shoot, that's my PTSD escaping.)
Analyzing different kinds of information and knowing the methods/tools (for instance, analyzing poetry is very different from analyzing scientific research)
Doing research (knowing how and where to find information)
Vetting sources
Speaking about and defending your work
Taking, incorporating, and giving feedback
Working on deadlines
Collaborating with people
Attention to detail
Organizing information
And guess what? This is the day-to-day work that all of us do in our careers. These are the tools necessary for success in pretty much anything: project/program/product management, sales, consulting, contracting, IT, business, HR.
So if you're having trouble finding work in a classically English field like journalism or academia or you can't figure out if you're qualified for a position, use these soft skills. If they show up in the description of duties/responsibilities, you're qualified! Apply! Don't focus too much on the job title or the company.
Take Kate for an example. Her degree is in art history, but she's never worked in a classical art history field - i.e., she's never worked in an art museum and she isn't having conversations on Remembrandt vs Van Gogh. But she is using her degree anyway - her attention to detail and her research skills means she shows up prepared every day, her knowledge of color theory means the photos she gives us of her family and their appearances are pleasing to look at, she can communicate easily to different audiences (eg outdoorsy clothes and casual attitude for Scouts vs coatdresses and formality for Westminster Abbey).
In the end, it doesn't actually even matter.
It really doesn't. Particularly for a humanities major, the more you lean into your soft skills, the easier it'll be to find a career path that works for you. Some examples...
If you like working with people, you love organizing things, and your attention to detail is *chefs kiss*, you might be a project manager and project managers are everywhere.
If you like writing, talking to people, and you're a planner, maybe you're a communications specialist or a speechwriter.
Maybe you like writing and you like doing research, but you don't want to go to grad school, look at becoming an acquisitions specialist or a contracting officer.
If you're into language and linguistics, maybe you're a book translator or an interpreter. (Just don't work with Omid Scobie!)
This is where I think college advisors struggle. They tell students to be open to possibility, but they don't tell you what possibility is. I remember going in for career advising and the conversation went something like this:
Me: I don't want to teach but I like writing and research. What can I do?
Dr. S: You can do anything you want!
Me: What does that mean?
Dr. S: You don't have to teach! You can do whatever you want!
Me: BUT WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN.
(Dr. S was later fired for drunk driving with students in the car so...she probably wasn't the best person for the department to appoint as the career advisor. Or Department Chair.)
It took me until about two years ago to realize what Dr. S meant by "you can do anything you want." She (and a lot of the people at my university) just didn't know how to explain what they meant. I think part of that is because "soft skills" wasn't really a thing a lot of people were talking about 10, 15 years ago outside a corporate environment, and it does seem to be changing now, and universities have begun teaching and showing students how to connect coursework, sports, clubs and student activities, and volunteering to soft skills and "business"-minded concepts.
Just be open to considering career paths that aren't traditionally lit-focused, like business or IT. It'll be the soft skills that set you apart and help you be successful, not how well you can you can argue symbolism or read seventeenth-century poetry or recite Shakespeare. Leave it for your hobbies.
So here's an example of what I mean by being open to other career paths. As I mentioned before, I do have a B.A. in English and my focus was modern American fiction. I went into college thinking that I'd be a writer or do something in movies - I was going to be either the American JK Rowling, the millennial Meg Cabot, or the female Aaron Sorkin. (Reader, I was not and will never be.)
But in reality, I had no idea what I wanted to do. I looked into publishing, high school teaching, college professorship, creative writing, scriptwriting, but nothing was panning out. Eventually I signed up for a summer internship program with the federal government (my parents were feds) thinking "at least I'll get my internship credit and know what NOT to do". The internship ended up being with a research library, I absolutely loved it, decided "this is it, I'm going to get my MSLIS and be a librarian and do research and write research papers forever!" (MSLIS is Master of Science in Library and Information Science). They invited me to come back again the next summer, which I accepted, and my dear amazing supervisor (let's call her "Marian") somehow convinced the bosses to pull me on full-time when the internship ended and to support my grad school coursework.
Went directly from undergrad to grad and hated it. 15 years ago was an interesting time in the library world; it was right when the field transitioning from information to data so it was less about working with research and more about organizing and using data. In effect, it was moving away from the world of books/information ("Englishy" type stuff) and moving fully into the realms of data and computer science. Not what I expected and for someone who was on the research librarian track, having to take classes on data analysis, computer science, website management, and HTML coding, it was torture. But that was where the industry was going so get on board or drop out. Meanwhile, the research library I was working in was also changing. We were changing from being a library and doing research to being a repository of databases and facilitating access to research. The bosses got wind that I was looking to jump ship and said:
"She's got a really weird brain full of really random stuff but ask her a question about something she looked up 3 years ago and she can remember exactly what it was, where she found the information, how it applied to whatever you need, and the exact notebook she wrote it down in. She knows how to get information from people so let's make her a sub-project manager on this new database tool with Bob to see if she's as good as Marian says she is and maybe we can steal her from the librarians because they're all retiring soon anyway." (I'm paraphrasing here but yes, they specifically wanted me because I have a crazy attention to detail.)
So I abandoned the librarians (they were all retiring anyway and were like two resignations away from reorganizing the department), went over to the IT side to become a project manager and one month into the project with Bob, Bob was in a horrible car accident, had a severe TBI, and ended up taking medical retirement because his recovery was going to be years long. (Bob's okay now. I had dinner with him last month.)
I did not get a new PM to shadow or partner with. I was left to do the whole thing on my own with a senior devops team who didn't like that a no-nothing 24 year old kid was in charge of them. But it all worked out in the end. I earned devops' loyalty, we had fun, we impressed the client, the bosses were happy and I found that I really liked project management and even better, I was really good at it. I did that for ten years, until one of the bosses who'd left about four years prior (and with whom I still kept in touch, who knew I didn't like the techy database stuff they kept pushing me into) said "psst, hey, come work for me" and I said "can I start tomorrow."
So very long story short, being open to possibilities is how I ended up a) working for the federal government, b) falling into IT and project management, and c) now doing policy analysis and program evaluation. I didn't even know English majors could do this kind of stuff 15 years ago. I thought you had to have business degrees for all this.
What I mean is you don't need to abandon your interests in journalism and academia. If that's what you want to do, you go girl (or guy or they) - all the English majors are here rooting for you. But if you're not sure, don't close yourself off from the non-traditional English career paths.
And also don't worry too much about it. You'll find what you were meant to do, whether you figure it out right now or it takes you 4 years and grad school or it takes you 10 years.
Maybe you do go into journalism, and it's not for you. Dust off your list of soft skills and polish your resume and go find your next step. Or maybe you go into academia, realize you don't like teaching, but hey, that job in Student Affairs looks interesting -- go for it! What have you got to lose?
You probably weren't expecting another literal essay on this, so my apologies for that. But in my defense, I did say it was a complicated question to answer!
Please, feel free to ask more questions! I promise to try to be less long-winded. (No guarantees, though.)
Also a tip about resumes. I am horrible at writing resumes but I found this incredible tool called Jobscan.co. You upload your resume and the job listing you're applying to, and then it compares them and flags things in your resume based on the job listing and suggests tips to improve. It's based on the same ATS optimization technology that real hiring managers use to screen their applicants.
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Shiv pocketed the phone, then reached out and took Ornarch’s withered hand. “I’ll do it.”
Her god smiled. “I knew I could count on you.” With a twist of his long, thin fingers, a sleek black card appeared and found its way between her fingers. “Twenty thousand credits.”
Shiv nearly dropped the card in surprise. “Twenty thousand?!” The payout for picking a pocket was three digits at the highest: cards would be canceled long before they could be used, and there was always the risk that the mark might have augments or trackers. B&E paid better, but you needed to find a fence who could break into stolen electronics, and they were almost universally scum. The shit she and Raz had looted on the botched job could have been worth a hundred grand, even after a steep cut from both Ornarch and a middleman, but that had taken weeks of planning and cost her an arm. Twenty thousand up front was unthinkable.
Ornarch waved a hand dismissively, rings glinting in the industrial glare. “Grease some palms, hire some muscle, buy a gun. Whatever makes the job easier.”
“Thank you, lord.” She hesitated a moment, realizing she had no idea where to start looking. “Do you have any leads?”
“How were Raz’s finances?”
“About as broke as me, I think. Those implants cost a lot.”
“So they’d need to sell off some of the haul to get away from here. They aren’t safe in the Diluvian, and fare out of here is pricey.”
“I’ll ask around.”
“Wonderful.”
“Any idea as to why they did it?”
“No. No clue.” She almost choked on the words. That was the worst part, the bit that kept her up at night. What could have been so important that they’d just leave her?
“Ah well. Good luck, Shiv.” The dismissal, unspoken, was irrefutable. She would do what he wanted, he would give her what she wanted. The conversation was over. For all his immortality, Ornarch was not a patient god.
Shiv turned to leave, the roar of water rushing up to meet her as she approached the exit of the pipe. Could she even kill them? In a fistfight, even down an arm, definitely. Guns were a toss-up given that neither of them knew how to shoot. But of course, Raz was a skulljack, and a good one at that.
Skulljack. It was a dirty word, the worst kind of mage. Raz’s brilliant blue undercut hid dozens of neurocranial implants–translators and antennae and arcane batteries–all bent towards one terrible purpose: the subjugation of the will. In that dingy waiting room before their first operation, she’d told them not to do it, but she’d come to rely on their skills in the years since: skulljacking took too long to be useful in a fight, but it was priceless in an interrogation.
Of course, skulljacking was easier the better you knew someone, and they’d grown up together. Over a decade and a half, she and Raz had bared every last rotten secret–had aired out every scrap of encryption around their souls. They promised they’d never fuck with her, but would she know if they had? Even if they hadn’t, how long could she hold out against someone who knew her first crush, all her fears, and everything she’d ever dreamt of?
As she climbed the stairs back to street level, her nervous thoughts sublimated into a mantra, repeated with every step.
I’m not who I was a month ago. That woman could never imagine killing them. I can.
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Southernisms:
Dumb as a bag full of hammers.
Meaner than a skillet full of rattlesnakes.
I won't say it's far, but I had to grease the wagon twice before I hit the main road.
If a trip around the world cost a dollar, I couldn't get to the state line.
He looks like he was inside the outhouse when lightening struck.
She looks like she was born down wind from the outhouse.
Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day.
Never smack a man who's chewin' tobacco.
The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back in your pocket.
Scared as a sinner in a cyclone.
Scared as a cat at the dog pound.
She's so ugly she'd make a freight train take a dirt road.
He's so ugly his cooties have to close their eyes.
So ugly his mama takes him everywhere she goes so she doesn't have to kiss him goodbye.
She looks like she fell face-down in the sticker patch and cows ran over her.
He looks like the dogs have been keepin' him under the porch.
He's about as sharp as a mashed potato.
So dusty the rabbits are digging holes six feet in the air.
It'll last about as long as a fart in a whirlwind.
He's rough as a corn cob.
He's got enough money to burn a wet mule.
He's about as sharp as a bag full of wet mice.
It's as dry as the dust in a mummy's pocket.
It's about as scarce as bird crap in a cuckoo clock.
He's as tight as the pages in a book.
This race is as tight as the rusted lug nuts on a '55 Ford.
It’s hot enough to peel house paint.
Running like a squirrel in a cage.
Safe as a tick on a dog with a stiff neck.
He couldn't pour rain out of a boot with a hole in the toe and directions on the heel.
If dumb was dirt, he'd cover about half an acre.
So windy we're using a log chain instead of a wind sock.
Tighter than bark on a tree.
As welcome as an outhouse breeze.
Her hair looks like a cats been suckin' on it.
We were so poor my brother and me had to ride double on our stick horse.
As bad-off as a rubber-nosed woodpecker in a petrified forest.
As confused as a cow on astroturf.
It was so hot you could pull a baked potato right out of the ground.
It's so dry the trees are whistling for the dogs.
Busier than a cat covering crap on a marble floor.
If things get any better around here, I may have to hire someone to help me enjoy it.
Well knock me down and steal muh teeth!
Cute as a box full of puppies.
You can't get rid of 'em. He's like a booger you can't thump off.
It's about as hard as trying to steer a herd of cats.
The wheels still turning, but the hamster's dead.
He's so confused he doesn't know whether to scratch his watch or wind his ass.
She was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
So crooked you can't tell from his tracks if he's coming or going.
I wouldn't trust him any farther than I can throw him.
He's got more guts than you could hang on a fence.
So dry the catfish are carrying canteens.
So dry I'm spitting cotton.
So hot the hens are laying hard-boiled eggs.
Cold as a frosted frog.
Cold as an ex-wife's heart.
Cold as a cast iron commode.
Cold as a banker's heart.
She's about as useful as buttons on a dishrag.
He's tougher than a two-dollar steak.
Happy as a puppy with two tails.
She’s got enough wrinkles to hold an eight-day rain.
That’s about as useful as a trap door on a canoe!
He’s busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kickin contest!
He’s so dumb he couldn’t piss his name in the snow.
That politician’s so crooked he could hide behind a cork screw!
That baby was so ugly the Doctor spanked the Momma!
She’s so ugly she’s got ten-foot pole marks all over her.
It’s rainin’ so hard it sounds like a cow pissing on a flat rock.
He’s so bad off, his eyes looked like two piss-holes in a snowbank.
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit!
Her hair looks like it caught on fire and somebody put it out with a brick.
He couldn’t find his rear with his hands in his back pockets.
It’s raining so hard the animals are starting to pair up.
His pants were so tight that if he farted, he’d blow his boots off.
Raising kids is like being pecked to death by a chicken.
He’s so skinny, his pants had only one back pocket.
He was mean enough to hunt bears with a hickory switch.
He was ugly as a burnt boot.
Tougher than the back end of a shootin' gallery.
...Thank You, Dear Lord, for blessing me with being a Southerner.
•Photo taken near Spruce Pine, North Carolina
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if you have an oc named lucille you HAVE to tell me eveyrthing about her by law so w e can be namebuddies. me and your oc.
OF COURSE!!!! AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY HER!!!!
i should say first and foremost she's not to be confused with lucy from down on palladium. lucille is only occasionally called lucy while lucy DOP is lucy as a chosen name (over 'eden' and what it's tied to); they've both got independent girlie vibes but are otherwise very different...
SO LUCILLE. we'll see where i can get to with my lack of explaining rustling the hickory trees (RtHT) on here. lucille is a less-than-incidental side character who's the younger sister of one of the main characters, harry, and the bestest friend of the other main character, bill. she's five years younger than harry and five years older than bill, so perfectly middle child of the group. but also she's very much. 'younger sibling who seems more like the older sibling' type of vibe? not that harry is irresponsible or doesn't have a good head on his shoulders or anything. he's just. very laidback and easy going, sometimes falls easily into good things and pursuing his ambitions, so for a while, before he got with bill, Lucille was somewhat picking up the slack of logistics and reason and everything.
such slack as. when harry was 22, he moved east to virginia (the siblings are from huntington, West virginia) to try out for the coast guard without. well not without thought but definitely not neurotically going through every detail or scenario like lucille and bill would. and when he couldn't get in (passed the physical exam but his dyslexia cucked the written exams), it was lucky that lucille graduated early at 17 and is very good with numbers so she was able to go move in with him to ease the cost of living while he tried to find work elsewhere since her being good with numbers helped with getting a bank job.
the bank job where!!! in ~ten years time she meets bill. i still don't know what exact positions they hold but it doesn't matter because what matters is. this 21/22 year old kid came in interviewing for a job, and despite her cautious nature, some gut feeling told her, when said kid mentioned to the hiring manager that he was soon going to be between housing, to offer up a space on her couch. a space that would make history, as soon it blossomed into a friendship with bed-sharing closeness. which then blossomed into a friendship where she treats him like a kid brother (which is a part of older little sister-ship she can better handle than any responsibilities she's accidentally been thrown into) and he accepts it freely since she DOES feel like a sister— and frankly he's closer to her than any of his actual sisters.
as far as her personal life separate of the guys, i'm still trying to fully flesh it out. i'm leaning towards her being a lesbian but i don't know... in part because i'm still on the fence about whether she's one of those single aunties who's loving living life to the fullest (that she can) (but won't say no to spending time with the niece that made her an auntie, the guys' daughter hannah) or if she eventually ends up with someone. also maybe has some religious trauma, or at least easily jokes about her & harry's christian (some flavor of protestant?) upbringing— definitely to bill, who has no idea what the fuck goes on in a church (<- he's from a semi-orthodox jewish family). also also i still need to figure out a face for her...........
#mhac.txt#lou tag#RtHT#thank you for asking about her so i could be insane for a moment <3#and reminding me i need to develop her more <3
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Several days passed. The Detroit Police Department intercepted a drug shipment and in one fell swoop arrested a dozen mobsters including Godfather Villareal's favored step-son.
Meanwhile at the landfill the androids moved more trash out of the way. Bits and Pieces were piling up in a corner of the otherwise cleared backyard.
The change didn't go unnoticed by harbor security, though. Luckily security in Port Promise consisted of the harbormaster's fifteen year old son flying a drone over the premises now and then. The boy noticed the freed space - and was that a makeshift tent...?
The city didn't have enough money to hire workers to recycle the junk. Likewise androids, despite being a wise investment longterm, cost too much upfront. So who had moved to Port Promise?
Jeb Harris knew about the gap in the fence surrounding the landfill, of course. It would be easy, he thought, to slip through and have a closer look.
And so one day he didn't shower in the morning, put on his oldest shop class overall and pulled a paper bag over his head. Jeb enjoyed to walk barefoot and the late spring sun had warmed up the streets enough these last weeks, so he left his sneakers behind to perfect his disguise.
Disguised in this fashion the young spy entered the landfill...
Note: This is how Jeb starts out in Sims 4: Eco Lifestyle.
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Stranded. Chapter 5. The job of a Vet
Tw: mentions of blood and injury!
Marigold didn't expect the homemade remedies to work so well.
Snickers has been feeling better than ever. The swollen eye has healed completely overnight and for the past few days, she couldn't take the human vet out of her mind.
How could she? The girl was everything her pet shop needed at the moment! She's been trying to hire a vet for months now, asking from the smallest to biggest villages around the Island for vets. A few days ago, she made the Mayor order needed items such as medicines, equipment and etc. but since the payment costs a lot, the Mayor made a deal with her. "I'll buy them, but if you don't have a vet until next year, I'm selling them back to its company."
She found her hands shaking from stress. Sighing, she turns on her TV for a distraction. Only to find the news talking about the restaurant again. "The battle has gotten out of hand! The evil doctor himself, who promised to bring Chez Amy to its fullest potential, has turned against the owner and has started attacking! They're certainly in a pickle now!" the eagle snickers and muttered 'nailed it.'
"Pretty sure he said that joke before, right Snickers?" Marigold looks over to her pet dog, who was sitting comfortably at the chair beside her. He woofed and wagged his tail, in which she took as an agreement. Petting his head, she felt relieved about his healing eye. "That lady was really helpful, wasn't she?" she smiled. Soon, her smile faltered and she found herself troubled. "It's too bad that she already seems to have a job..." she puts a finger under her chin. "But if I offer a higher pay check...she'll certainly accept it...but I didn't see her at all today." She recalled. "Maybe she quit? Ugh, how am I going to find her now?" you didn't give her a location to your home, but told her to just come to the restaurant if the remedies didn't work. 'Was she fired?' she thought. 'No...actually, all the staff seemed to leave on the same day. Maybe she did quit!'
'Well...at least the village's small...I'm sure I'll find her soon.' The TV shows Sonic smashing a robot to smithereens with a power kick, but Marigold was far too in her own thoughts to really notice it. "....I think." She muttered.
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Job-hunting. Something you were well acquainted with.
It's been merely a few hours since your talk with Amy, and upon Chez Amy closing down, it meant that you could start finding a job now.
Walking down the village on your own, the hand-drawn map in hand, you found it quite easy to learn the dirt roads and shortcuts around the place. Living in a big city has made this a piece of cake.
Amy's drawings on the map were on point, and her hand writing was extremely elegant. It made things a little bit hard to read, but it wasn't that troubling. Once you read it more the easier it gets to identify the letters. You clicked your tongue in concentration, getting a closer look at the map then the area around you.
Yep, this seems to be the place. So if that's the case, where in the world is that pet shop?! Looking around once more, you felt relieved by seeing the familiar sign. It was like the one Amy drew, but more detailed and big of course. Amy drew it in a sort of cute chibi form, and only drew the animals' heads, while the sign had drawn them with full body and all. The sign consisted of five animals. A monkey and grey bunny together, a squirrel alone and two cats beside each other. 'Cute.' You huffed a laugh.
The display outside the shop had all sorts of vegetables, fruits and bird seeds. Walking a bit closer, you noticed the little fence right around the corner, looking in, you see a bunch of rabbits hopping around and eating lettuce calmly. One of them seemed to notice you and hopped to get a closer look, curious to see who you were. You gave a gentle smile and reached your hand down, successfully petting the little cuties head, which they enjoyed immensely.
You took your hand away and cleared your throat. Don't get distracted Y/n, you need to find a job. You'll be able to pet all these adorable little rascals later.
Finally taking a step inside, you didn't see the owner anywhere. The inside was much bigger than it looked. A few dogs were playing around with each other at one area created for them, while the cats were all either napping or playing with their own toys in the other.
Looking right on front, you saw the empty cashier place, behind it was a space filled with both canned foods and dry ones, equipment and things needed for cleaning and grooming a pet, while outside the cashier zone and a bit near to the cats, was a small place for cages and collars, leashes and even a few customs.
You wondered where the owner could be and looked around once more. Your ears heard a voice through the door on your left. They must be there then. With that in mind, you decided to just wait around until they're done with whatever they were doing. Looking back at the cute cats who were staring at you curiously, you smiled. Spending a few minutes playing with the animals wouldn't hurt now, would it?
Before you could initiate your plan, the door opened.
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"Well," Marigold hummed in approval and closed the box. "Everything seems to be in order. Just a few more boxes in here and then all we'll need is a vet." She got up from her crouched position and earned a few barks of excitement from Snickers. "You're right Snickers, we should go see that human soon." Being around animals for so long in her life, talking to them has become a habit. She liked ranting to them, talking about her day and her plans for tomorrow or next month. Sure, they probably didn't understand a thing she was saying, but their adorable faces make all her negative thoughts go away. It keeps her distracted from all her stress.
She sighed, feeling all the future exhaustion she'd have searching every nook and cranny for you. Setting the boxes of supplies aside, she remembered the group of heroes who were working with you in the restaurant as well. Surely they'd know where you are now, right?
Next thing she knew, you were right next to the counter starring at her face to face. Unable to speak from the course of shock that went through her and you, silently hoping you haven't freaked her out, has become this amalgamation of awkward silence.
Only a few seconds have passed until the dog behind her barked and ran up to you. Sniffing you and excitedly wagging his tail. You coo at the adorable dog and scratch his head gently and pet it. Now completely ignoring the owner behind you just to give all the pats in the world to the jumble of joy beside you.
"Well I'll be damned." You heard the rabbit beside you mutter. "I was actually going to go look for you." that seemed to be a good reason to stop petting the Chow Chow and finally focus on her again. You tilt your head a bit in curiosity. "You were going to look for me?"
"yeah." She hummed, going behind the cashier section and filling up a bowl with dog food. "I was meaning to offer you a job." Snickers tail wagged again and he ran up to Marigold. Barking going all around the shops for his beloved food. You felt yourself getting thrilled, feeling lucky as ever. You stopped yourself from saying something too quick or out of pocket, took a deep breath and smiled. "And that job is?"
"Working as a vet he-"
"I'll take it!" fuck being patient! You wanted to hear that offer for months. This is pretty much your only shot now. Though, you did feel a part of you die after seeing her surprised reaction. You could've at least made your tone a little lower, you scolded yourself. "s-sorry." you gave an awkward laugh.
Marigold shrugged, giving a relaxed smile. "Alright then! You're hired." You nearly gasped. "You want some tea?" you stood there unmoving. Mind filled up with a pool of questions. She was just going to accept you so quickly? What's even her name? Does she know your name? No interviews? No nothing?
Marigold felt a little creeped out from your frozen figure. Giving an audible fake cough, she snapped you out of your haze and asked the question once more. "Y-yeah tea would be nice."
She hummed, with a flick of its switch, the kettle started heating up and she turned around. "So what's your name?" oh. So...is this the interview? Or was this just getting to know you since you'll be working together? Whatever it was, you decided to just answer casually. No professional tone needed.
"Y/n L/n. you?"
"Marigold." She smiled. "How did you even get here? I mean, this Island had no newcomers for...years." You remember Tails mentioning no one knowing humans existed until Eggman showed up. But you were still curious, were there any anthropomorphic people like them that showed up in this Island too?
"Who were the last newcomers?" Marigold thought for a bit. "It was a few years ago....it was first that team of heroes then Eggman."
You got a bit shocked by that information. You did expect Eggman, but you didn't really expect the gang at all. But...now that you think about it, it makes sense. Tails said they'd seen many more humans other than Eggman. And it explains why they were so kind to you as well. They must've sympathized with you.
Deciding to now just bite the bullet, you asked the main question of the day. "Why did you hire me so quickly?" Marigold heard a small 'click!' from the kettle and turned around to start making the tea. "It's like I said before, the last vet the village had died and so the village has been needing one for a long time now." Ohhhh right. After everything that has happened yesterday, that subject has been thrown away from your mind completely. You felt a little worried, wondering if all the pets are in a healthy condition after all these years.
Glancing around the place once more, you saw something you haven't noticed in your first glances of the place. A picture of an old fox right behind Marigold, next to the electric kettle. A candle right beside it. Noticing your stare, Marigold glanced back and hummed. "That was the old owner of the place." She brought up. "This whole thing was first a family business, but since I was the closest thing she had to a daughter, she just gave it to me in her will."
"For how long exactly was it a family business?" you asked. She gave a laugh. "Really long. Like- centuries long." Seriously? That long? You were quite impressed. "Your tea is getting cold." She pointed out.
Right. The tea. You looked down at your cup, still warm, but at the risk of getting colder by the second. Judging by the color, it seemed to be your normal black tea. Not too light shaded to say it wasn't on the stove enough and not too dark for it to become utterly bitter. Taking a sip, you felt yourself missing the drink. When you were a child, you would have some with your mother at times. It was one of the only moments you'd bond and sit in complete peaceful silence. Both minds occupied with their own thoughts, appreciating the presence of the other. The taste was not bitter, was not sweet and it wasn't water either. It was a taste unique to its own. A taste divine and warm. One that makes you sleepy, but also makes you focused.
Since it wasn't too hot, you finished it up rather quickly. Your mind was wondering on what to do in this comfortable silence, contemplating whether or not you should just leave for the day. A question popped up in your head. "Say, which room will I be working at?" Marigold pointed at the door she came out from before. "That one, but not all the equipment are out yet. I still need to place them." You perked up by that. "Can I help? I don't really have anything to do for today anyway."
Marigold smiled. "Sure."
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Helping out Marigold definitely took longer than expected.
You first came here in the morning, close to ten a.m. if you remember well, but now, looking at the clock, you found yourself quite shocked to see it's already four p.m. Soon, you felt your stomach grumbling from the lack of food in hours and you found yourself craving your favorite food. Sighing, you took out another box full of medicines and put them on the small shelves now given to them. You were surprised to find out these medicine were up to date. Not old nor from a company you don't know about. It's your good old average medicine...weird. How do they have these if they have no contact at all to the other parts of the world? You could guess that they're food and equipment are all made by themselves...but this? This is exactly the medicines your city's pet shops and veterinary hospitals would have. Just what is going on here?
You shook the thought out of your head. Best to not dwell on it now. For the time being, you pushed yourself to focus on the task at hand. One little thought could lead to a sea of overthinking and phasing out and you'd be nowhere near done if that happened. "Thanks for helping." Marigold huffs a bit and sets another box down. "I'd be done by midnight if I was doing this all solo."
"It's nothing, really." you hummed. Better than doing nothing all day and sitting on the couch or taking a nap in your bedroom. You couldn't even hang out with the gang even if you wanted to. They were all busy doing some training. Although most and you included didn't really think it was needed. Fighting Eggman nearly five times a week was already training of itself. But Amy insisted. Why? You'll never know.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, you hear the bell ringing and loud pants along with it. Marigold rushed out of the door to see what the commotion was about. Only to find a Blue Jay with a cargo in her hand. The cat inside it seemed to be peacefully gazing at its surroundings, but the expression their owner had was the complete opposite. "M-Miss Marigold!"
The rabbit recognized that voice. "Stacy! What's wrong kiddo?" she looked at the state the teen girl was in, taking deep breaths and her clothes all seeming like she just wore whatever was closest within her reach. "Have you been running to get here?"
"You gotta help me!" Stacy ignored her question. "Joji wasn't around the house so I went to look for him at the balcony, but he wasn't there so I looked down and saw him limping and tried his best to open the door and-"
"Calm down Stacy, calm down." Marigold took the cargo from her tight grip and gently put it aside. She offered Stacy to sit and take deep breaths. "Don't worry Stacy, I have a vet working here now." She reassured, making Stacy get a gleam of hope in her eyes. "y-you do?! Oh thank god who is it?-"
"Marigold? Something wrong?" you came out from the door, making Stacy's eyes go wide and connect the dots in her head. for a few seconds, only the sound that was emitting from the animals around you could be heard. The barks, chirps and meows played as a background noise to the long silence. "The human's a vet?" she thought out loud. You gave a nod and a small wave. "Yep. I'm a vet." You pointed at the cargo and walked up to it. "Is your pet in there?" she gave a nod at that.
"What exactly happened?"
"He fell from the balcony and injured is leg."
Looking at the cat, you felt content to know that he was asleep. That means he's taking his time healing. You notice a bit of his leg was swelling. "Marigold, could you turn on the X-ray for me? I need to check for any broken bones." Marigold muttered a 'roger that' and went to the room. "We have to get the cat out gently. Did you bring any treats with you?" she shook her head no. getting a treat from the corner in the cashier section, you took the cargo into the room and started your work. In all honesty, you felt yourself getting a bit excited. After months of torture, you can finally do what you've been studying for years.
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It was four years ago. Right at Brianna's café. You were sitting in you and Louis' favorite corner in the place. Your favorite breakfast neatly placed on the table and the smell of coffee took over your whole senses. It was a summer day, a month has passed since graduation and you were trying to find the best thing to set your whole life for on that very day.
"So what did your parents say?" Louis looked at the pamphlet before him. A veterinary school you've been meaning to go to. It was close to home, it had good teachers and great reviews, but there was one issue. Money.
Your family was on the wealthy side, but they stayed wealthy for a reason. Your mother never wanted to spend money on things she thought was useless. And now, even if it's not even your main dream, she believes that being a vet was useless, and that you should just be a general practitioner instead. Way cheaper and way safer.
"They're not going to pay for it." You mumbled. Louis' jaw went slack for a moment and a face of sympathy was visible on him. He stayed silent for a moment and looked up at you again."Seriously?! Why not?" you shrugged in response. Louis seemed in deoe thought, tapping his finger to the table. "I don't get it. They were always carefree with you." he mumbled, making you frown and avoid his gaze. Suddenly, he took a deep breath and looked right into your eyes.
"Let me pay for it."
"What?"
"Let me pay for it." He said, with a more serious tone. You immediately disagreed. "Nope, nope. Louis, there's no way I'm letting you pay for this." Louis pouted and rolled his eyes. "You never let me pay for anything!" He huffs.
"That's not true." You comment. "I do let you pay half the food bills." The amused smile he gave didn't go unnoticed. "You know that's now what I meant." he sighed.
"Y/n, let me pay for at least one thing. Let this be the only time I use my money for you." he suddenly took a hold of your hand. Something you took as platonic at the time, but looking back at it now, you couldn't believe how blind you were to not notice his reddened cheeks. You mistook it as a reaction to the blaring heat of summer.
"You never used me. You always stayed my true friend." You gulped. A heavy feeling in your chest. 'I did use you Louis' you wanted to say, but bit your tongue. Your family used him. Your family used your connection to him as a climb to the social status. As a way to get promotions at work. Who could not hire someone who is closely associated to a family like his? A family that saved the people generations ago and continued to have control, money, status, power and everything in between for years? You felt horrible. You felt ashamed. You felt your brain mock you for being so horrible, so fucking toxic. "Let me pay back all those years you helped me. All those years when you listened to me when no one else would." You cared for him. You truly did. Even if your friendship was forced, it was still real. The care you had for him was real. All those times you hung out was real. But, the guilt still remained. He thinks you've never taken advantage of him for anything. Oh Louis, how foolish can you be?
You knew that no matter what you say, he'll still pay. He's a Clement after all. Clement's get whatever they want whenever they want. Whether it's paying for it anonymously or giving enough money to your family so they'd consider paying for it, he'll do it.
"okay." You sigh out. You felt your heart get stabbed, your shoulders tense up and your mind felt foggy. "Okay Louis, but just this once."
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The cat had a broken leg. Since both the owner, Marigold and you had time, you decided to start the surgery immediately. Your hunger was quickly forgotten and all you were focused about was fixing up this poor cat's broken leg. The surgery took well over two hours, with Marigold giving you assistance during the surgery as well. After it was all done, you sigh and take off your surgical gloves. Giving a small smile to the now healed up kitty, you get out of the room and talk to Stacy about what she needs to do during the cat's healing process.
Stacy seemed relieved. Happy even. She talked about the payment with Marigold and gave a few pats to Joji before setting him in the cargo again. Before leaving, she spoke to you.
"Thanks for everything Miss!" she opens the door, looks back and smiles. "I'll bring you a bunch of clients next time! They could really use your help." The door closed, and you saw a glimpse of the girl walking away.
"Well, mission accomplished! Good work Y/n." Marigold stretched a bit and went to take a seat. Looking back at the clock, you fell silent at the time. Eight p.m.
"Oh! You could go now if you want." Marigold noticed your stare at the clock. "I usually close up the shop this time anyway." With a nod, you asked her your schedule for the working day coming by. With a few more chit chats here and there about what you'll do and how your payment will be, you bid her goodbye.
You made sure to walk a few feet away from the shop before grinning madly and pumping your fist in the air. The cold breeze of the night helping you feel even happier and the darkness hiding you away ffrom any embarrassment. "Holy shit!" you mumbled to yourself. Jumping a bit on your walk and giggling. You did it. It finally happened. You got yourself a place to work as a vet. You didn't realize how much you wanted it until it was at last set and done. This feels great. This feels right. You couldn't wait for the days to come. After all, this was your second dream in life. The first one is probably long impossible at this point.
With a glance at the forest, you felt yourself getting pulled by it. As if you needed to go walk into it. Find its beauties and dangers. Its secrets and stories. But you didn't comply with that urge. You ignored it, you ignored it with all the might you could. You couldn't help but feel silent at that. the darkness no longer felt like a protection, more like a way. The night breeze kept whooshing to it, trying to make you reconsider. You fell silent.
It's...impossible to achieve that dream now....right?
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After making a meal for yourself and cleaning up all the dishes, you felt an immense amount of exhaustion and went to bed early. Waking up and doing the same routine as always, you walk to the pet shop and nearly gasp at the sight before you.
A long, long line of people with pets beside them waiting to enter the shop. You heard Marigold call out to you from the door, a nervous look latched onto her face and frantically running around everywhere asking the people to make a line. Finally reaching her, you help her out on the line while asking about the whole situation.
"Stacy posted about you in her blog." She urgently spoke. "Everyone's here since you're the only vet in the village." Many question ran through your head, but you decided to keep quiet and nod. Quickly taking off your coat and welcoming the first client in the room.
Today was going to be a long one.
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"Only her muscles strained, she just need time to heal up." The beaver nodded at that, thanked you and left to speak with Marigold. You turned your back around to put all the supplies back, hearing the door open, you absentmindedly figured it was another client. "I'll be with you in a minute."
"Oh you must help me!" an unfortunately familiar voice hollered out. Feeling your heart sink and turning around, you were met with the infamous villain himself, Eggman.
Noticing your horrified face, he gives an evil grin and continues. "My poor pets are acting so strange!" he cries out. With a move of his hand to the sky, you felt panic overwhelm you. " when I say Hamster-bots... they suddenly.." in a quick blink hamsters who were hiding in each nook and cranny of the shop got out and swarmed around you. "Attack!" he screamed.
Before you knew it, you saw one shoot a light out from its eyes and make a cut on your hand. Wincing in pain, you felt the burning laser get etched on your arm. You needed to get the fuck out of here. Eggman blocked your way to the exit, so with a sudden rush of determination, you grab the nearest metal object to you and throw it at him.
It successfully hits his head, making him scream in pain and move out of the way. "Why do you keep doing that?!" he grumbles, rubbing his head to soothe the ache. You ignored his angered comment and swiftly got out of the room. Marigold had the door open and was making everyone get out as soon as possible. Civilains that were inside the shop listening to Marigold's orders and taking their pets and the ones for adopt with them outside. Some couldn't seem to get a good grip on them, especially the cats, but due to fear they ran away anyway.
"Y/n! Come on we gotta go!" she screamed and you grabbed her hand and ran out. Soon, you realized that you were swarmed by bots outside as well. Although now not hamster-bots, but bots who were shaped like insects and another giant red one with menacing yellow eyes, you felt completely helpless.
The crowd around you running around in blind fear wasn't helping either. You felt yourself get a bit nervous, but you kept your cool. You looked around the area for any sort of weapon you could use against them, since you weren't the most physically fit to try beating them with your bare hands.
It all seemed for nothing though, because as soon as you went to reach for it, another goddamn bot hit you with its burning lasers. Now injuring your other arm as well. You yelp and tried to get away, but another laser was starting to come right at you.
In a millisecond, you saw a flash of blue. The air was pushed out of your lungs and you felt someone hold you. You gasped and looked around the place once more. Realizing that your spot has been changes, you finally looked at your savior, the one who was still holding you tightly and panting, as if he had actually rushed all the way from the other side to get here.
Sonic. Feeling relief from seeing him here, he looked back at you with a slightly concerned expression. "You okay there doc?" he puts you down gently. You silently nod, still processing the danger you were in and feeling your arms bleed from the new cuts. Sonic looks at them, sleeves of your clothes now ripped from the shoots and the bleeding obvious. "You're injured!" He pointed out with a frown. Looking back at the bots, he calls up the rest of the gang to come join him.
"Amy, Sticks and Knuckles take care of the bots around the area, Tails! I need you to-"
"Take care of y/n's injury while kicking some robot butt?" Tails grinned, already on the scene with some sort of gun in one hand and an aid kit on the other. "Already on it!"
Sonic gives you a pat on the shoulder. "You stay here." You nodded. Tails soon showed up by your side, taking your arm and cleaning up all the blood. The rest of the team came to the rescue quickly. Kicking the bots and making sure not much of the shop gets ruined.
Honestly, everything was a bit foggy in your head. The sudden shift from a working day to a full blown attack with bots left you in a quiet state. You couldn't believe how good these guys were at handling the situation. Destroying the bots and dodging their attacks while also giving snarky remarks.
Amy smashes a robot to bits with her hammer, giving a glance to the others and ginning. "See?! I told you that training would come to use!" Tails suddenly stopped his work on your arm and quickly grasped his gun, zapping a ladybug shaped bot in a specific spot that made it split into the smallest of bits and pieces. "I don't know," Tails continued the conversation. "I don't really think the training did anything." While bringing out a roll of bandage he also checks his watch, the screen showing his friends in small forms and charts about their different progress. "Nothing changed in you guys. It's all the same."
"But don't you feel more pumped up?! More in the zone of fighting?!" Amy tried to convince the fox, but he seemed to be not taking it. "I also calculated that in the program." He clicks a few buttons and the chart changes up. "In terms of our feeling towards it, it's also-"
He suddenly stops, feeling a cold chill run through him. He looks back at the pink hedgehog staring daggers at him. He gives a weak laugh and suddenly grabs your hand. "Or maybe....I'll uh...I'll just shut up and fix up y/n over here...hehe."
"Wise decision." You chuckled.
Soon Eggman got out of the shop, giving a whistle and his floating machine coming to his rescue. He rises up to the sky and fiddles with the buttons on it, making more bots come out from everywhere. He suddenly notices you on the ground. He laughs in mockery. "I told you I'd get revenge for your insane behavior towards me!" he clenches his fists and slams it on his vehicle. "NO ONE THROWS A ROCK AT ME! Not even a pesky little weak girl in the same species as m-"
a rock hits his machine and he screams. You and Tails look around the place for the perpetrator, finding Sonic confidently throwing a rock on his palm up and down, his foot tapping lightly at the ground below him and a cheeky grin bright on his face. "What's wrong Eggman?" he laughs. "Don't tell me you're scared of rocks now!"
"Why...you...!" he seemed at a loss for words, never expecting such a move from the blue speedy. "STOP THROWING THESE STUPID JUNKS OF EARTH ON ME OR I SWEAR I WILL THROW YOU TO THE SUN!" he screams in pure frustration, completely annoyed by this new combat move.
Sonic throws another one.
"ARE YOU DEAF?!" Eggman is completely raging now. A vein almost popping out from his forehead.
"I'll stop, but..." he points to the pet shop. "Only if you promise to never attack the pet shop again! There's animals there that can barely defend themselves!" he frowns. "Never even knew your morals can go that low Egg-head."
Eggman rolls his eyes and commands his bots to come back to him. "Fine. I didn't care about the pet shop anyway. I merely came here for an amazing and villainous revenge!" he dramatically points at you. "Which as you can see by the girl's injuries, I have been successful!" a loud laugh emits from him. His vehicle brings him up to the sky and his bots start going back to where they came from. "Farewell Sonic, but don't be so relieved. I'll be back next time! And by next time, I mean literally in a few days!"
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The next few hours was spent cleaning up the mess Eggman made. Sonic quickly gathered up all the pets that ran away, which saved you a whole day worth of work. Amy and Knuckles tried to fix up the small damages that impacted the building while you and the other cleaned up all the bot parts. "Wouldn't it be useful to have some of these parts?" you asked Tails.
"I already do have some from the millions of attacks he did before this." He smiles. "His way of planning attacks and making the robots is quite formulaic. He always keeps doing the same thing." a little broken hamster bot gets his attention and he grabs it. "Although...sometime he makes new bots like this one."
Sonic zooms in, two bunnies in his hand. Marigold thanks him and gently takes the two balls of fur away, calming them down and setting them in the cage. "All done with the bunnies! Any other pets left?"
"Nope! That was all of them!" Marigold chirped up, giving a refill of food for the animals' dinner. The hedgehog mutters an 'alright then' and looks at you. "Need any help over there, doc?"
You chuckled. Doc. That's a cute nickname. It made you remember that one familiar cartoon bunny that used to say it. "No need Sonic! I'm sure I can do this whole area by myself."
With all the damage the guy caused in only an hour, you really hoped he'd stick to the deal and not bother you at work again.
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Finally at home, you fell face first into your bed and gave an overdramatic loud groan. Earning a chuckle from Amy. Marigold let you leave early for today, so Amy suggested that you'd two walk together.
"Hey Y/n?" Amy knocked, and you said come in, but it came out more mumbled than you intended. You didn't really want to get your head out of the soft pillow. "Was wondering, you hungry?" you get up now, saying yes in an instant. Your body screamed in joy, after god forsaken hours with no food you couldn't wait to chow down on some well-made dinner.
Although you were injured and quite frankly, extremely exhausted by the millions of customers flooding it today and the sudden attack, you still decided to help Amy.
Cutting up some potatoes and cooking them up for the stakes, you noticed the pepper missing, asking Amy about it, she said she had it in her bag. She had a cooking class with Sticks in the morning. Going to her bag, you carefully looked around for the pepper shaker while trying your best to not intrude on the hedgehog's privacy. But after taking it out, you noticed a piece of paper slipping out.
'Great.' You sighed. Disappointed by your own lack of stealth. Picking it up, you noticed it was a photo. A closer look now, you realized it was a photo of Sonic, with cute pink and red hearts around it. You got confused, but in a few moments, everything seemed to click.
Amy...had a crush on Sonic?
You chuckled at that thought, finding it quite adorable. Amy called out to you, wondering if you were coming or not. With a short response, you put the photo back in the bag and go back to your tasks.
"Did something happen?"
"nah. Don't worry about it." You shook your head. A small smile ghosting your lips.
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HELLLO EVERYONE IM ALIVE!!!!!!!WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ok ooook so sooooo- this chapter took a while- I just suck with writing strangers meeting LMAO so it had to go through a BUNCH of rewrites until I felt it was right. I really really hope I got it right- tell me what you think! Also about the end of the chapter, yes, Amy in the fanfic having a crush on sonic is a thing, and it's a big plot point but dw I won't make some weird rivalry happen. I won't say what I well do, but this is a slowburn sooo you can probably guess what will happen. Also also!! I know Sonic's more sarcastic and snarky side hasn't been shown yet but don't worry that part of his personality will be written about! I really REALLY missed writing and I'm so happy to get back to it!!! I missed you all so so much!!
Here's a question! Which Sonic is your favorite and why? For me it's Boom Sonic, but I'm pretty sure that is extremely obvious. After all, I am writing a fanfic about him lmao. He's very fun, he takes more of the sarcastic personality of sonic in the games and he shows more vulnerability and emotions than Sonic in games did. (idk about X tho...haven't watched it yet!) annyyways, which Sonic is your fav? :D
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5 Reasons to Hire a Professional Cleaning Service
One of the best investments you can make for your home is hiring a professional cleaning service. Cleaning services are a reliable and affordable way to keep your home looking its best, especially if you can’t find the time to keep up with the job yourself. There is no need to be embarrassed to ask for help cleaning up around the house, that’s why these services exist! If you have been on the fence about hiring a professional cleaning service to help get your home in order, here are just a few reasons you should finally make the call.
You’ll be saving money on supplies
One of the best things about cleaning services is that they bring their own cleaning products and supplies with them. When you don’t have to worry about having the right cleaner for your floors or the best microfiber cloths for your windows, you’ll feel the ease on your wallet and your supply cabinet. The best part is that most cleaning services will work with you to figure out the best products to use in your home. They will be able to tailor their cleaning to be pet-friendly and kid-friendly and even allergy safe so that you won’t have to keep anyone out of the house while the cleaning is done. Imagine all that time and money being saved when you don’t have to find the right products yourself!
Higher standards for cleaning
If you’ve ever had to speed clean your house before a guest arrives, you’ll know the sinking feeling of finding a whole area you missed when its too late. When you hire a cleaning service, you’re guaranteed to be left with a completely clean home without a single missed spot. Most cleaning services will offer a satisfaction guarantee that meets your cleaning standards for your home or they will return to clean at a reduced cost or even for free. So you know they will want to do the job well and correctly the first time. They work thoroughly and efficiently so that no nook or cranny is forgotten and not a single speck of dust remains. You’ll be able to work with the service to find and meet your cleaning goals to the highest standard without even lifting a finger.
Less stress on your shoulders
There are so many things that need to be done during your day, why add cleaning to the list? You probably have more than enough on your plate each day and by hiring a service to ease your workload, you’ll be saving yourself time and stress. Hiring a professional cleaning service to take care of all the daily cleaning tasks around the house you have a whole list of things you won’t have to worry about. Allow your chosen cleaning service to sweep and mop away the stress of having to clean before guests or the seasonal hassle of deep cleaning while you declutter your closets. All you have to do is ask yourself why you hadn’t hired a professional cleaning service before.
The dirty jobs are done for you
One of the simplest and most obvious reasons to hire a professional cleaning service is so that you don’t have to get your hands dirty. When you think of all the cleaning that needs to be done round your house, you can probably think of at least five areas you haven’t touched in years that may require some rubber gloves and a mask to clean. There’s no shame in dreading having to clean these spaces, but the easiest solution is simply hiring someone else to clean them for you. What’s great about professional cleaners is that even if you feel embarrassed for the state of your home, they can clean it all without any questions or judgement. As their client, their job is to help you maintain a clean and happy environment for you and your family to live in, not to shame you and the state of your house.
You’ll have more time for yourself and your family
Last, but most definitely not least, you’ll have more time to spend with family or just to be on your own to do something you love but haven’t had time for. The professional cleaners you hire to take care of the messes around your home know you have lots of other things you need to do or may not have had time for and want you to be able to get those things done. They take the hassle and stress out of your day when they clean for you and leave you with a tidy and fresh space for you to do the things you love. Whether that’s finally having family over for dinner or being able to quietly read on your couch without seeing a pile of dust out of the corner of your eye. Professional cleaning services will give you back the time and energy you would have spent cleaning your home and allow you to spend some time for yourself.
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Prompt #25: Wizen (Gwendolyn)
I spent my enlistment scrimping so the coin I made could pay for my mother's peace of mind in my absence. It repaired shutters and storm-battered shingles, it kept her icebox filled (after it bought the icebox, itself), but it couldn't stop the creep of time that stole her youth so gradually, the realization struck remarkably late. It seems it was only overnight that she shrank in my embrace, a slight frame of skin and bone. Had she always struggled to her feet out of the recliner that way? Had she always been so fragile when my memory of her was so sturdy, so unflappable? I took account of the time I'd spent away and simply couldn't make it add up. Nevertheless, it was so: my mother the mortal, revealed to me like a cold slap across the face.
I had visions of building her the ranch she dreamed of, Eorzea's first and only horse breeder tucked in the supple hills of Vylbrand. I pictured this sun-baked woman forced to sea by circumstance allowed to finally feel the glide of flight not from a water-sailing ship holding her hostage, but from the warm back of a gentle mammoth inside her own fences. I wanted this more than I wanted my own life and I made my heart a shrine to Mother, I vowed to patch her through this ultimate gift that would surely undo what had been etched into her through the hardships she didn't deserve. I spent this currency in deeds of daring, I used it to propel myself harder and higher than my peers. It carried me into burning buildings and sinking ships, it cradled me when I bled out and rocked me through strange fevers and foreign ills. The coin from my heroics stacked, but the curse would not abate; the more I saved, the older she became.
With perseverance, I earned a reputation to match the protagonist's name I'd given myself when Gemma Gardener needed to be left back in La Noscea: Gwendolyn Hightower, a knight's mantle, a moniker worthy of a paladin's righteous heart like the books I'd loved. It only took a few years for my ascending star to reach a burning zenith, but far below I continued to fall short. The costs of importing these four-legged creatures from the east was galling enough, but then came the land, the materials needed to feed and keep them, the veterinarian care for rare livestock. And then there were the hired hands who had to have familiarity with these exotic things, specialists in their own right, and they had the price tag to match. The hits just kept coming: the taxes, the tariffs, the equipment, the upkeep, and by the time I had it all added up in a notebook that looked as ragged as I felt, the death blow came. The coup de grâce was delivered in the form of the cost of caring for my mother, herself.
Try as I might, years of malnutrition and hardship could not be reversed by my devotion. The hard living we'd done had given her aches beyond measure, but she endured them with a stoic front until they formed an anchor of wasting that quietly dragged her under. I hired caretakers when she fell with the naive certainty it was only a temporary measure until she regained her usual strength. She hid her unhealing wounds, her swollen feet. The quilts she covered herself in masked the weight she'd shed, and the nurses complained only of her bitter tongue that even ailing health couldn't dull, a deceptive lucidity that belied the impending curtain drop. I couldn't have known -- could I? Or was it my own fastidious fixation with some stupid, symbolic gesture that made me blind to it? I held onto this fruitless drive to provide her with one last joy until it was wrested from my hands by death, itself.
It was with those empty hands that I took up a shovel and dug my mother's grave in the clearing where I once pictured handing her the lead rope to a gleaming black cob. When I still had hope, I read scores of books about the horses of the near and far east, from the rare Taishu on the miniature islands dotting the Ruby Sea to the proud Kathiawari warhorses of Thavnair, and even spent a summer in the stables of a Doman rancher after the liberation to prepare myself to help her. What do I do with these leavings now? Where does this unspent love go when the recipient ceases to exist? The neighbors who had watched me grow came to pay their respects, aunties and uncles who didn't look at me like a hero, but the wayward pirate child they helped to raise. You were her treasure. She was so proud of you, Gem. She didn't know how to say it, but you were the light of her life.
Brother Leon didn't arrive until long after the mourners emptied the yard, having traveled from overseas on leave from his tour. He read the eulogy he'd written himself on the voyage back while I emptied shovels of dirt over her simple wooden casket and cried the first tears I could muster since I heard the news. When the final scoop was laid into place, her neglected spirit's only caretakers held each other with one arm and shared a nip of whiskey with the other.
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Why You Should Hire a Video Content Creation Company
If you’re reading this, then you’re likely considering hiring a video content creation company. You may be wondering if it’s worth the investment – after all, couldn’t you just create the videos yourself? The answer is a resounding no. Here are three reasons why:
1. A professional video content creation company has the manpower and resources to create high-quality videos.
2. They also have the expertise to ensure that your videos are properly optimized for search engines and social media.
3. Lastly, a good video content creation company will work with you to come up with creative ideas that accurately reflect your brand identity and meet your marketing goals.
So if you’re on the fence about whether or not to hire a video content creation company, we hope this has helped sway you in the right direction!
Advantages of a video content creation company
1. A video content creation company can help you create engaging and informative videos that explain your products or services in an engaging way. This can be a great marketing tool to increase brand awareness and sales.
2. A video content creation company can also help you create how-to videos, customer testimonials, or even product demonstrations. These types of videos can build trust with potential customers and show them that you’re an expert in your field.
3. Finally, a video content creation company can help you save time and money by creating high-quality videos without the need for expensive equipment or production crews
What a video content creation company can do for you
A video content creation company can help you produce high quality, engaging videos that will capture the attention of your target audience. A good video content creation company will have a team of experienced professionals who can help you plan and execute your video project from start to finish. They can also provide valuable insights and feedback throughout the process to ensure that your final product is something you are proud to share with the world.
When it comes to picking a video content creation company, it is important to do your research and choose one that has a proven track record of delivering results. You should also make sure that they offer services that fit within your budget. Once you have found a few companies that meet these criteria, it is time to start talking to them about your specific needs and what you hope to achieve with your videos.
A video content creation company can be a valuable partner in helping you reach your business goals. By working with a professional team, you can create compelling and effective videos that will engage and inspire your audience.
How to choose the right video content creation company
If you’re looking for a video content creation company, there are a few things you should keep in mind. First, consider what kind of videos you want to create. Do you need help with scriptwriting, editing, or just overall production? Once you know what your needs are, research different companies and see which ones offer the services you’re looking for. You should also take price into consideration; although it’s important to find a company that fits your budget, don’t sacrifice quality for cost. Finally, read reviews from other customers and get referrals whenever possible. By following these steps, you’ll be sure to find the right video content creation company for your needs.
The benefits of working with a video content creation company
There are many benefits of working with a video content creation company. A video content creation company can help you produce high-quality video content that will engage and convert your audience. Here are three benefits of working with a video content creation company:
1. A video content creation company can help you save time and money.
Producing high-quality video content can be time-consuming and expensive. If you don’t have the internal resources to create videos, working with a video content creation company can save you time and money. The company will handle all aspects of production, from scripting to filming to editing, so you can focus on other areas of your business.
2. A video content creation company can help you reach a wider audience.
If you want to reach a wider audience with your videos, working with a professional video production company is the way to go. The company will have the necessary equipment and experience to produce videos that look great and deliver your message effectively.
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Reasons to Work with a Professional Video Production Company
1. A video content creation company can help you produce high-quality videos that will engage and convert your audience.
2. A professional video production company has the experience and expertise to ensure that your videos are effective and impactful.
3. Working with a video production company can save you time and money, as they can handle all aspects of the video production process from start to finish.
Why You Should Hire A Video Creation Agency
There are many reasons why you should hire a video content creation company. A video can help promote your brand and increase sales. It is a great way to show customers how your product or service works. A video can also be used as a tool to training new employees.
A video content creation company will have the experience and expertise to produce high quality videos that meet your specific needs and goals. They will work with you to understand your objectives, target market, and budget. The company will then develop a creative brief that outlines the concept, style, tone, and delivery of the project.
Once the creative brief is approved, the production process begins. The video content creation company will handle all aspects of production including scripting, storyboarding, casting, locations scouting, shooting, editing, and post-production deliverables such as encoding for different platforms like YouTube or Vimeo.
Conclusion
If you’re on the fence about whether or not to hire a video content creation company, let me give you one final reason why you should: You’ll be able to sleep soundly at night knowing that your video content is in good hands. And there’s nothing better than a good night’s sleep.
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Why You Should Hire a Video Content Creation Company
If you’re reading this, then you’re likely considering hiring a video content creation company. You may be wondering if it’s worth the investment – after all, couldn’t you just create the videos yourself? The answer is a resounding no. Here are three reasons why:
1. A professional video content creation company has the manpower and resources to create high-quality videos.
2. They also have the expertise to ensure that your videos are properly optimized for search engines and social media.
3. Lastly, a good video content creation company will work with you to come up with creative ideas that accurately reflect your brand identity and meet your marketing goals.
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Advantages of a video content creation company
1. A video content creation company can help you create engaging and informative videos that explain your products or services in an engaging way. This can be a great marketing tool to increase brand awareness and sales.
2. A video content creation company can also help you create how-to videos, customer testimonials, or even product demonstrations. These types of videos can build trust with potential customers and show them that you’re an expert in your field.
3. Finally, a video content creation company can help you save time and money by creating high-quality videos without the need for expensive equipment or production crews
What a video content creation company can do for you
A video content creation company can help you produce high quality, engaging videos that will capture the attention of your target audience. A good video content creation company will have a team of experienced professionals who can help you plan and execute your video project from start to finish. They can also provide valuable insights and feedback throughout the process to ensure that your final product is something you are proud to share with the world.
When it comes to picking a video content creation company, it is important to do your research and choose one that has a proven track record of delivering results. You should also make sure that they offer services that fit within your budget. Once you have found a few companies that meet these criteria, it is time to start talking to them about your specific needs and what you hope to achieve with your videos.
A video content creation company can be a valuable partner in helping you reach your business goals. By working with a professional team, you can create compelling and effective videos that will engage and inspire your audience.
How to choose the right video content creation company
If you’re looking for a video content creation company, there are a few things you should keep in mind. First, consider what kind of videos you want to create. Do you need help with scriptwriting, editing, or just overall production? Once you know what your needs are, research different companies and see which ones offer the services you’re looking for. You should also take price into consideration; although it’s important to find a company that fits your budget, don’t sacrifice quality for cost. Finally, read reviews from other customers and get referrals whenever possible. By following these steps, you’ll be sure to find the right video content creation company for your needs.
The benefits of working with a video content creation company
There are many benefits of working with a video content creation company. A video content creation company can help you produce high-quality video content that will engage and convert your audience. Here are three benefits of working with a video content creation company:
1. A video content creation company can help you save time and money.
Producing high-quality video content can be time-consuming and expensive. If you don’t have the internal resources to create videos, working with a video content creation company can save you time and money. The company will handle all aspects of production, from scripting to filming to editing, so you can focus on other areas of your business.
2. A video content creation company can help you reach a wider audience.
If you want to reach a wider audience with your videos, working with a professional video production company is the way to go. The company will have the necessary equipment and experience to produce videos that look great and deliver your message effectively.
3 .A video contentcreationcompanycanhelpyou improveyourvideo quality .
Reasons to Work with a Professional Video Production Company
1. A video content creation company can help you produce high-quality videos that will engage and convert your audience.
2. A professional video production company has the experience and expertise to ensure that your videos are effective and impactful.
3. Working with a video production company can save you time and money, as they can handle all aspects of the video production process from start to finish.
Why You Should Hire A Video Creation Agency
There are many reasons why you should hire a video content creation company. A video can help promote your brand and increase sales. It is a great way to show customers how your product or service works. A video can also be used as a tool to training new employees.
A video content creation company will have the experience and expertise to produce high quality videos that meet your specific needs and goals. They will work with you to understand your objectives, target market, and budget. The company will then develop a creative brief that outlines the concept, style, tone, and delivery of the project.
Once the creative brief is approved, the production process begins. The video content creation company will handle all aspects of production including scripting, storyboarding, casting, locations scouting, shooting, editing, and post-production deliverables such as encoding for different platforms like YouTube or Vimeo.
Conclusion
If you’re on the fence about whether or not to hire a video content creation company, let me give you one final reason why you should: You’ll be able to sleep soundly at night knowing that your video content is in good hands. And there’s nothing better than a good night’s sleep.
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Lily hadn’t let herself believe she’d win an Emmy, not when there had been so many other talented women in the same category. But that didn’t stop the wave of disappointment that came over her when her name hadn’t been called, but Amanda’s name had. She hadn’t looked Bill’s way, knowing the emotions would be obvious across her features, and instead focused on putting a smile on her face so she could kiss and congratulate her friend. After that, the Emmys were a bit of a blur to Lily and deep down she knew she hadn’t likely been the best date to Bill after losing, and her mardiness had been masked by a fake smile and laugh whenever the cameras focused on her. When the Emmys came to an end, the British actress inwardly scolded herself for being so down, and for what she felt was childish behaviour. Lily offered Bill a proper smile as she takes his arm and he escorts her out to where the car she’d hired was waiting for them and they climbed inside. Lily had a plan for the two of them if she’d won, a surprise for him that she had a feeling he’d enjoy. Part of her felt like just telling the driver to take them back to their hotel, but then she decided that maybe the hike she had planned for them would make the night better. So she just smiled at the driver and softly told him that the plan hadn’t changed and to take them where they’d discussed earlier, then her eyes landed on Bill and she gives him an enigmatic smile as the car pulled away and heads toward their destination. “I hope you’re ready for a slightly illegal adventure with me. And hopefully, it’ll make up for me being a bit of a prat the last couple of hours, yeah?” Lily then settled a little closer to Bill, before looking away to watch the city pass as they head toward the gated entrance to where they’d be breaking into, to get to the Hollywood sign.
It hadn’t taken long until they were driving up a long dark road and soon the car was stopping in front of a fence. Lily thanked the driver when he said to text when they were ready to be picked up, then climbed out of the car and offered her hand to Bill the moment he stood beside her. It was likely foolish to decide to do something illegal, but probably even more foolish to do it in a Versace dress that cost more than some SUVs and in stiletto heels. Lily didn’t say anything as she held onto Bill’s hand, just led him toward the break in the fence and kept a hold of him as she shimmied her way through it, helping him do the same. The driver had told her that this was a trail that only the locals knew about, and one the LAPD didn’t patrol until around 5 am. So while the rush of getting caught was still there, it wasn’t likely, and their night wouldn’t become worse with them both ending up arrested. The driver had also explained that this trail was shorter than the rest, as the long drive up the dark road had taken them closer to the sign because it was an access road for PG&E. Lily looked over at Bill in his suit for a moment, an amused smile dancing across her features because of what a sight this likely would look like if anyone came across them, both of them hiking in their Emmys attire. But still Lily doesn’t speak, just squeezes his hand and continues up the poorly lit path until the sign they are walking toward comes into view. Lily sucks in a deep breath, eyes wide as she realises just how close they were to the gigantic sign, looking around to see that they were in front of the fence that was to keep people away. Lily stopped walking when they were just a few feet away from the sign and reached the spot the driver told her was hidden from cameras. There was a look of wonder in her eyes as she took in all the gorgeous twinkling lights of the city below. The view was unlike any other, and that, along with the company she had, made up for the earlier disappointment of the night. Lily looks towards Bill, finally, gaze locking on his as she raises a brow in question and her smile coy. “Brilliant surprise, yeah?”
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