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ariaadagio · 5 years

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Aria’s Long List of Lucifer & Deckerstar Fic Recs (Part 6)

Hello, all! It seems like it’s about that time again to continue my fic rec series! I haven’t had a ton of time to read since the S4 finale because I had a pretty hellacious summer, after which I’ve been so focused on writing. Hence why this has taken so long.

DISCLAIMER: These recs are organized by author, and the order is not meant to imply an order of preference. All recommendations are completed fics unless otherwise noted. If anyone knows the @ tumblr names for any of the authors I missed tagging, or if I got anything wrong, please let me know. Lastly, this is just a list of things I’ve read that I really enjoyed, and I want to spread the love. That’s it. Period. It’s not politics, and I have no ulterior motives, okay?

NOTE: You can find my previous five rec posts here (part 1), here (part 2), here (part 3), here (part 4), and here (part 5).

And, so, without further ado!

The Devil Goes to Shul by @arlome. Deckerstar. 7k words. Post-S4. In which Lucifer meets a Rabbi. This is such an interesting commentary on the differences between the various Abramahamic religions’ perceptions of the Devil. Rabbi Schulman is a well-drawn, fascinating, fantastic character. A fic that’s great food for thought, with a dash of good humor, and a little smut thrown in for good measure.

Of Honey, Sulphur, & Bone by @aryanightshade. Deckerstar. 35k words. Post-S3. In which the end of 3x24 goes a little differently. Cain captures both Lucifer & Chloe and takes them prisoner, absconding with them to his bunker in the desert. This fic has some graphic blood and gore scenes, so be wary if that’s a trigger for you, but the revelation; Chloe’s dueling panic, doubt, and empathy; the beautiful hurt/comfort; and the emotional pulse of this story makes for a riveting read.

The Ghosts of Picnic Table #29 by @elleflies. Deckerstar. Maze & Chloe. ~50k words when completely posted. Post-S4. This story is technically a WIP because it’s still in the process of being posted, but it’s already completely written, and I know it’s good because I betaed it and got to see how it all ends up, so I feel confident recommending it, now. A year after Lucifer departed, Chloe is still grieving his loss, when an unusual case at a haunted picnic table crops up, and she enlists Maze’s help to investigate. Lots of female bonding and fun in this story. And a ton of emotional intimacy and mutual pining for Deckerstar when Lucifer mysteriously starts showing up in Chloe’s dreams.

Boom by emynii & @obliobla. Lucifer & Dan. 4k words. In which Lucifer & Dan get trapped under an exploded building, and the only thing that’s stopping Dan from being crushed are Lucifer’s fanned out wings. Cue revelation. Cue platonic Douchifer stuff. And have some hurt Lucifer and hurt Dan to top it off. A lovely mix.

Trouble by Design by @hiromystory. Deckerstar. Lucifer & Dan. 76k words. Originally recommended as a WIP, now it’s done! A post-S3 Deckerstar scenario told in novel form. My favorite thing about this story is actually the author’s in-depth exploration of how Dan might react to a Devilish revelation. Hint: not well. Hiro deftly tackles Dan’s feelings about some of the questionable stuff he’s done through the lens of him now knowing the punishment that awaits him, and it’s both captivating and heart wrenching.

Guilt by liannabob. Deckerstar. 22k words. Post-S3. In which Chloe doesn’t take the revelation of Lucifer’s devil-ness all that well, and dire consequences ensue. This fic. Was. So. Angsty. The idea of Lucifer slumming in Hell loops for things he loves about Earth is just ugh. So good. And awful at the same time. But in a good way. And I promise the payoff for this angst is so touching and very worth it.

Patrick the Bartender Is Not Paid Enough for This Shit by liannabob. Patrick. 15k words. Canon-compliant S1 fic. I know, I know. Patrick, you’re saying. Who the hell is Patrick? Remember way back in the S1 pilot, when that bartender pops up from behind the bar, after having given Maze some head, and Maze is all cat-caught-the-canary, “You can go, Patrick.” Yes. That Patrick. This fic basically takes that character who never got a single line and gives him a whole personality and backstory and POV. The premise of this fic is that pretty much every employee at Lux low-key knows (and is fine with the fact) Lucifer is the actual Devil. And it’s. AMAZING. HYSTERICAL. And PERFECT. If you never read another OC fic in your life, at least give this one a shot. You won’t regret it.

Smoke & Mirrors by @theleafpile. Deckerstar. 80k words. An all-human mobster AU. In which Lucifer is the Devil of Los Angeles, and Chloe is still a homicide detective for the LAPD, who gets involved with him against her better judgment. This fic manages to maintain the integrity and essence of the characters we know and love, while simultaneously transporting them to an entirely new premise, and I loved it. I love theleafpile’s lyrical writing style. And I love the little bits of mythology she injects that suggest … this “all human” AU might not be what it seems on the surface. It takes a special kind of writer to pull off this kind of transformative AU, and theleafpile does it aplomb.

The Free Parking Jackpot Rule by lilith_morgana. Deckerstar. 3.8k words. Interstitial, canon-compliant S3 fic. Offers a little bit more context for the unicorn Trixie painted on Lucifer’s cheek in S3 on monopoly night. A concentrated shot of angst, with some lovely characterization to boot.

The Delusional Devil by @maimat2. Deckerstar. 25k words. Late S2 era. A casefic case-study on Chloe’s empathy. Based on the premise that she naturally assumes Lucifer’s wholly human self has some kind of mental trauma or disorder. When Lucifer starts acting more … more, she assumes he’s losing his grip on reality. I loved the touching way this story delved into Chloe & Lucifer’s friendship, and of course I loved all the hints of Lucifer’s otherness, which were tempered by Chloe’s human perceptions.

I Will Fear No Evil by @miahclone. Lucifer & Dan. 18k words. An interstitial S4 piece, arguably canon-compliant until proven otherwise. In which Lucifer & Dan are taken prisoner by some cultists, and Lucifer is subjected to an exorcism that goes horribly wrong. WARNING: if you suffer from emetophobia, this fic will be extremely triggering. I don’t have emetophobia, and I still got a bit queasy. There is also some pretty graphic blood & gore. This is quintessential whump. But this is well worth a read if you’re a sucker for Dan & Lucifer platonic bonding, hurt Lucifer, hurt/comfort in general, endings that make you go, “Whoa! New head canon!” and humor in the face of shit circumstances. Which I very much am. So. There you go :D

De Profundis by @mswyrr. Amenadiel & Lucifer. 3k words. Post-S4. Amenadiel offers Lucifer a solution to the problem of Hell needing to be ruled by an angel. A beautifully written brother-bonding fic, and, honestly, I think it’s the most straightforward way to fix how S4 ended.

Time Heals All Wounds by @notonelineff. Deckerstar. 23k words. Post-S3. Fills in the blanks for how things could have gone after S3. Lucifer is in dire need of medical aid, and Chloe tries to help. Satisfying hurt/comfort, and a lovely resolution.

Ouroboros by @pandainthestars. Deckerstar. 3k words. Events happen slightly differently in 4x09. Chloe & Lucifer chase after Kinley. Lucifer goes full-Devil when they’re in pursuit, not when they’re at Lux, which prompts some very interesting/poignant discussion between Chloe & Lucifer. I loved Chloe’s assertion of the ouroboros metaphor. A quick, angsty read.

A question of faith by @pixelbypixelfanfic. Ella & Lucifer. 2.1k words. A post-reveal fic for Ella, in which Lucifer & Ella discuss her faith. A poignant, thoughtful little piece that I really enjoyed.

Soup Kitchen by @tarysande. Deckerstar. 1k words. Speculative scene-replacement, S4. A heart-wrenching little interstitial scene for 4x03 that looks at how things may have gone if Lucifer hadn’t already been pushed by Father Kinley into doubting Chloe’s intentions.

my definition of holy (changes with each loss) by @thewollfgang. Deckerstar. 3k words. Post-S4. So … this fic doesn’t end happy. At all. Beware if that’s a problem for you. But if you want some delicious, cutting, heart-wrenching angst to roll around in for a while, this fic is your jam. The concept of Chloe praying to Lucifer intermittently, giving him updates, sending him her love, as she lives her life on Earth, and he’s stuck in Hell is just … oh, my god, my heart.

drunk in love by @thewollfgang. Deckerstar. 4k words. Post-S4. This fic isn’t in alphabetical order with wollfy’s other fic on this list, but I’m doing that intentionally, because if you want a happy ending for the previous nuclear angst bomb, I recommend head-canoning this as your ultimate resolution, where Lucifer & Chloe are reunited, and everything is gooey and perfect and the world is puppies and kittens. I live to see tipsy Lucifer & Chloe at Lux through the perspective of their friends/found-family. I hope we get something like this in S4.

The Trouble with Brittanies by @theyahwehdance. 500 words. A hysterical little ficlet in which Lucifer calls Chloe and asks for help with the Brittanies. I saw this ficlet evolve from a live discussion that made me laugh so hard my belly hurt. I mean, it’s an honest misunderstanding ….

#deckerstar #lucifer & dan #lucifer & ella #lucifer fanfiction #fic recs #aria recs #lucifer on netflix

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alittledaylight · 4 years

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After 2 days of pouring rain the sky finally cleared. Hazel took advantage of the nicer weather and walked down to Maya’s garden.

Mel was working alongside Maya in the kitchen. They hadn’t had much time to be alone since Mel and Hazel arrived so Maya took her chance now.

“That must have been interesting.”

“What’s that?”

Mel lifted her head to see Maya looking out the window. She looked to see what Maya was looking at.

“Hazel.”

Mel looked hard at Maya, trying to follow her meaning but thought she knew what she meant.

“It blind-sided me, Maya. She came out of nowhere.” She kept her eyes on Maya’s face. “I don’t feel like I’m myself when she’s around. You should have seen me when she first turned up. I behaved like…like a…I don’t even know.” She turned back to the baleada before her.

Maya said nothing.

Mel turned again. “I had ulterior motives you know.”

It was Maya’s turn to look at Mel.

“I just wanted to come back and I saw her as an opportunity.” She closed her eyes. “I’m horrible.” It came out softly. “She’s scared of it here. I can tell. I can see it. She didn’t even sleep in her bed last night.”

“Yes, I know,” Maya was calm.

“You saw?” Mel pointed to the living room.

Maya nodded. “It’s quieter in there. It’s a good spot.” She instinctively understood.

“What kind of tragic person am I to do that to her? Dan would be disappointed in me.”

Maya went to say something but Mel interrupted.

“And that’s another thing. What am I doing?”

Maya frowned.

“Why am I still hunting a man who I knew years ago for like 2 months? What the hell is wrong with me? I have watched my whole life go by, for what? Ron is right. I am chasing a ghost.”

Maya shook her head. “Dan is not a ghost.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s not gone. He hasn’t passed on. He’s not a ghost.”

“How do you know?”

“How do you?”

#at first light #sims 4 #ts4 #sims stories #alittledaylight

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vagrantblvrd · 5 years

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you mentioned an angstier version of your selkie au before. i'd love to see what you meant by that

!!! Okay, so.

I did some ~research into selkie lore while I was writing the first two chapters of The Manner of Things (...which I will get back to One Day, I swear) and came across this whole Thing about male selkies I’d never heard about before?

SO. The ~angsty version was going to be a play on that where Ryan had swung a favor or just me bending the rules a bit where Ryan was able to take on his human form for seven days every seven years. (Because handwavy plots reasons.)

In that time the main fic happens – Michael meets this idiot and doesn’t realize he’s a selkie and there are shenanigans in which Michael ~falls in love and vice versa. More shenanigans in which Adventure happens – typical FAHC AU shooty-shoots and car chases and other close calls and y’know, life-affirming kissing. (Gavin and Jeremy being giving Michael and Ryan shit/being suspicious of this asshole flirting with their BFF, that kind of thing.)

But then!

Ryan’s human!time is up and he has to leave and Michael is like “Wait, what?” because he was just starting to tolerate the asshole, really, and NOT feeling like his heart is being ripped in two and suchlike.

Ryan’s like, the first time in his life he regrets having to leave (idk, maybe he’s super Old or had some ~youthful indiscretions before Michael, I hadn’t quite figured it out.) and he gives him something to remember him by.

It’s kind of. He doesn’t tell Michael he’s got a Plan in case things don’t pan out, but he has a Plan. (Sea witches or regular witches, or something where he can take on his human form whenever, because handwavy plot reasons, idk.)

Jeremy is well aware Ryan has a Plan and keeps quiet because it’s risky and all that and goddamn Ryan’s an idiot, but he’s never seen him like this over anyone and he likes Michael and all that.

So, you know. Battle Buddies or whatever.

And then!

Michael doesn’t turn into a grieving widower after Ryan...leaves.

No, he just turns into a sad sack of shit who makes the mistake of letting Gavin call the shots for a while because he can’t be bothered to give a fuck. (Trusts Gavin not to get them into shit they can’t handle because he’s not that stupid.)

Oh, Michael makes a decent showing of being a functional human being for a while there. Takes jobs of his own and puts any fuckers looking to challenge his new-found reputation or give Gavin grief he doesn’t deserve, but other than that?

Cannot be fucking bothered.

And to Gavin’s credit, he does a stellar job of handling the rest for the two of them.

Picks and chooses the jobs they take on so they climb the ladder bit by bit until they get caught up in a mess not of their making.

Some assholes making a power grab and the two of them caught in the middle, meant to be scapegoats and they need to get out of Los Santos for a while.

So.

“You know, Michael,” Gavin says, bag of frozen peas doing fuck all as he holds it to the black eye he’s sure to have by now. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Dan. Care to come with me?”

Like it’s any kind of question, and Michael’s heard a lot about Gavin’s Dan, so.

They go all the way to England while they want for things to cool down in Los Santos. (Michael gets the feeling Gavin’s got ulterior motives about heading there that has a lot to do with Michael’s sad sack life at the time, but he doesn’t bring it up and neither does Gavin.)

And anyway, anyway, Gavin’s been in the US for a while now, fucker deserves this.

Michael get to meet Dan and is honestly a little surprised to discover the asshole is exactly what he pictured whenever Gavin brought him up, told stories about him and the shit the two of them used to get into.

Big, lovable goofball with a startling love of explosives and the proper application of same, and Gavin laughs himself sick while Michael and Dan bond over this shared interest.

Dan is thrilled to teach Michael all about the shit he learned in the military, big boyish grin of delight when they go to some empty field or quarry to test something out. Helps pull Michael out of the funk he’s been in, laughing and giddy with excitement when the local authorities ccomes to check things out and they run the hell away like dumb kids.

Michael feels a little self-conscious when he shares the shit he picked up mostly through trial and error, self-taught and all that, but Dan is just. He doesn’t judge Michael, even as he offers up a better way of doing a thing every so often, one that won’t (literally) blow up in Michael’s face if he gets the math wrong or whatever, and Michael relaxes when he realizes Dan isn’t like the assholes who taught Michael a few things about their ~craft way back in the day and they get along even better after that to Gavin’s satisfaction.

They’re staying at an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, something, something, something, belonged to Dan’s grandparents before they handed it over to him and moved to the city or somewhere that would be less work for them.

A fair amount of land to stretch out in, no neighbors close enough to worry about (most of) the commotion they’re making out there. (Gavin picking up sniping again - “It was a bit of a hobby,” he says, damn near hitting the center of the targets every fucking time. “Reckon it might come in handy one day.”Michael shrugs and takes his turn. Not as good as Gavin or Dan, but he gets better. Figures Gavin’s got a point about it coming in handy even if he is pretty shit at it. (He’s not, really, and both Gavin and Dan tell him so but he just shrugs it off so they let it go for the moment.)

Michael spends a lot of nights up on the roof of the farmhouse when he can’t sleep, gets used to the sight of Gavin or Dan or both of them climbing up there to join him. Sometimes they’ll bring a case of beer up with them and they’ll just.

Sit up there on the roof far enough away from all their troubles for them to matter, the sky spread out above them and enjoy the chance to not think for a little bit.

Eventually Dan heads out on a job, first sign their little vacation is winding down. (It’s been months, of course it is.)

Gavin gets the two of them a car, tells Michael it’s high time for a road trip and whatever else bullshit is bouncing around in that head of his.

It’s a shitty little car that shudders alarmingly when they go over fifty and runs out of gas on them twice before they hit the ocean. This lonely strip of water on an empty beach, rocks and ocean spray and this tight feeling in Michael’s chest he doesn’t want to give name to.

Gavin putters about the little shack he rented for them, leaves Michael alone when he goes for a walks along the beach at sunrise and again as the sun’s setting. (Like some grieving widow from a Victorian romance novel waiting for her husband to return from the sea, and Michael hates that he does it, thinking about it like that, but doesn’t know how else he should think about it.)

Gavin never says a goddamned word about it, doesn’t raise an eyebrow when Michael comes back to their shack – it’s really more of a cottage, all nice and quaint and darling – after one his walks.

Sometimes he feels lighter after them, sometimes he’s dark and broody like a storm brewing off the coast.

And Gavin, alright.

Gavin just looks up from his laptop – keeping in touch with Dan, the million and one contacts he seems to have every-fucking-where or playing fucking Minesweeper, who the hell knows – and smiles at Michael.

Asks him what he wants to eat, like he’s going to cook anything himself.

Gavin’s not terrible in the kitchen, but he just kind of puts whatever together, and Michael knows, okay. Knows part of the reason Gavin asks is to annoy Michael into cooking for them, or at least supervise Gavin in the whole cooking endeavor so they don’t just have cold beans for dinner. (Again.)

(Sometimes dinner turns out inedible, sometimes Gavin can’t be bothered and canned beans are hard to fuck up unless you really try.)

Whatever.

Gavin offers to cook and he either makes them something halfway decent, or just the thought of it riles Michael up enough to do the cooking for them or have Gavin act as his assistant.

The rest of the time Gavin’s content to let Michael do his own thing, figure out his life on his own while he’s just.

Around.

Makes friends with the cats that run around – there are boats out here, fishermen and whatever else and cats seem to go along with that. (Michael loses track of how many cats Gavin befriends because there always seems to be a different one.)

He listens when Michael opens up a little, sits there with one of the dumb cats and listens without judging him. Chimes in with a word or two there, some dumb little joke or something quiet and heartfelt that chokes Michael up. Has him reaching out to pet the idiot cat rubbing up against his calf because he doesn’t have words to respond just yet.

They stay there in that little cottage for a while longer, until Michael gets his shit sorted out, finds his words.

He still goes for his walks, but they feel different, that heartache easing up with each one. Still there, but he can breathe around it now, thinks he’ll be okay. (Seven years, right? He can do that.)

Gavin gets word that things have settled down in Los Santos and mentions it to Michael, offhand little comment over dinner one night.

Doesn’t want to push, since Michael seems to be doing better, but Michael insisted he tell him whenever that happened when they set out on this vacation of their.

Michael thinks about it for a bit, goes out for one of his walks and stares out at the ocean for a long, long time.

“Yeah, okay,” he says, when heads back to the cottage. “It’s about time we went back.”

So they head back to Los Santos – stop in to say goodbye to Dan who’s back from his job first, though. (Have one hell of a sendoff the night before, because Dan got his hands on some grade A explosives and Michael is in heaven.)

When they get back to Los Santos Michael goes looking for his own jobs again, and Gavin goes back to being the piece of shit he loves to be. (To be fair, he never actually stopped, just. Something.)

A few months after they re-establish themselves in Los Santos an old friend of Gavin’s comes to town.

This asshole with a ridiculous mustache and this look in his eye that spells trouble – more so when he hires both of them for what has to the most goddamn ridiculous heist anyone’s ever thought of.

Twirls that mustache of his like an old-timey villain as he tells them he’s got beef with the Corpirate, came all the way to Los Santos to end it. (Brought his buddy Jack with him to boot.)Geoff tells them the Corpirate will never know what hit him, and given the absurd plan he lets them in on, he’s absolutely right.

Geoff does some recruiting, gets Ray on board and sweet-talks some lower level Roosters into moving out to Los Santos and it’s an ugly, messy affair, but by the end of it the Corpirate’s dead and they’re divvying up the loot they grabbed in the aftermath.

Michael’s checking out Geoff’s shiny new penthouse when Gavin calls him over.

The table he’s sitting at is covered in files and the like, Gavin’s old laptop whirring away as it does...something, Michael doesn’t know.

Michael’s instantly suspicious because Gavin has this look on his face like he’s expecting to get yelled at for something or other.

And Gavin, okay.

Slides this glossy glamour shot of an ocean front house. Big beautiful thing, classy as hell, and Michael thinks he recognizes the area. Somewhere outside Los Santos just off the coastal highway, maybe?

Gotta be worth a few million for the land alone, and Michael listens as Gavin launches into spiel like he’s trying to sell Michael on the place.

No need to worry about property tax with Gavin and Matt around, and anything else would more than be covered by Michael’s cut, not to mention all the godawful “art pieces” around the place he could sell off if he wanted. The cars in the garage that aren’t quite Michael’s taste but go with the beachside property and Gavin is really, really working hard to sell Michael on the place.

“Geoff gave us first pick,” Gavin says as he winds down on his sales pitch, nervous, twitchy little smile like he’s not sure if Michael’s going to be mad at him for meddling or whatever. “Figured you might be interested in this one?”

Michael’s hit with a sudden swell of affection for Gavin, this little idiot who waited until it was the two of them in the penthouse to show him this.

“Yeah?” he asks and sits down and tugs the folder about the beach house closer and flips through it, flashing Gavin a smile that has the moron smiling back.

Michael’s not really processing the information in the file, a rundown of the property and amenities and the like, his attention keeps being drawn back to the photos included in the file. The glamour shot Gavin first showed him.

The house is on a gorgeous stretch of private beach. Remote enough he won’t have to worry about nosy neighbors. Fair distance from Los Santos, but they’re all set up for life after taking the Corpirate down and even though Geoff hinted at future heists, they’re a ways down the road.

And...if Michael's being honest with himself he’s tired of fighting to stay afloat in Los Santos. Tired of taking shitty jobs and working for assholes to get by, doesn’t feel that itch to prove himself the way he used to.Thinks it would be nice to just. To just be for a little while (Knows if he does get restless, Gavin will always have something for them to do.)

“Michael?”

Michael looks up, feeling too fucking vulnerable by far, but this is Gavin, and he’s always been safe.

“You sure you’re not interested in this place?” he asks, tries to make it a joke, but there’s too much want in him to pull it off effectively.

And Gavin, brash, reckless idiot Gavin laughs, this quiet little thing as he does something on his laptop.

“No,” he says, warm and fond. “Too peaceful for my tastes.”

Michael snorts, because he can see another glamour shot of some property by Gavin’s elbow. Shiny building down by Del Perro Pier and a little closer to Gavin’s speed than a remote beach house.

Looks back at the files in front of him, that stupid glamour shot and tries not to smile like an idiot as he pictures living there like it’s just that easy.

Hears the shutter sound of Gavin’s phone as the idiot snaps a picture of him and knows he failed on the not looking like an idiot part.

No worry though, because Gavin lets out this little yelp and laughs like an idiot when Michael tackles him trying to wrestle his phone away, and it’s good, it’s all good.

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Geoff thinks Michael has a thing for the ocean and all things nautical when he finds out Michael claimed the beach house, and Michael doesn’t have the heart to tell him the reason behind his choice. (Guy just gets so excited they’ve got something in common that isn’t crime-related and he’d hate to break his heat. Plus, he’s not entirely wrong.)

Goes along with it when Geoff invites him out on the Corpirate’s old yacht to share stories and shit. Offers to teach Michael how to sail – the Corpirate left behind a lot of shit for them to claim, and the guy loves his boats and ships and whatever the fuck else.

Michael doesn’t quite have the knack for sailing, but Geoff’s patient and a decent teacher and with the way the guy plans heists there’s no knowing when all that information might come in handy. (And you know. He likes Geoff, doesn’t mind the chance to have some one-on-one time with his boss/friend.)

After he gets settled into the beach house he invites the others out for barbecues and other shindigs every so often. Nurses a beer while Geoff commandeers the grill as Jack fondly heckles him.

Chases that idiot Gavin along the beach and does his best to dodge after the fucker kicks water at Michael when he catches him staring out at the ocean a little long.

They get caught up in shoving matches. Try to dunk each other, dragging themselves up on the sand laughing like idiots and the last of the weight pressing down on Michael's chest left behind somewhere along the way.

Some time later Geoff announces another heist he has planned. Some bastard who gave the Roosters a run for their money back in the day with a grudge against Geoff. (Common theme that must have something to do with Geoff’s sparkling personality.)

Tells them he’s bringing in some hired muscle for it because they were spread too thin when they tackled the Corpirate and he’d rather they not have (quite so many) close calls this time around.

Michael doesn’t really think much of the whole hired muscle thing at the time, at least until the day he walks into the penthouse and Gavin is beside himself with nerves. Stupid fucking sunglasses on his face and this grin fighting to get out like he can’t decide if he wants to run and hide or fucking who knows anymore?

So, you know.

Michael’s understandably wary when he heads into the conference room since Geoff called him there to go over things for the heist and sees why Gavin’s freaking out.

“Oh, Michael,” Geoff says, little furrow between his eyes as he looks up from the conversation he’s having with one of the hired guns. “You’re early.”

Michael shrugs, attention all for the asshole in the skull mask and his buddy in eye-searing colors.

Pair of goddamn clowns, really.

“Gav said it was urgent,” he says, which is paraphrasing things a bit since Gavin’s text was a string of incomprehensible gibberish and a smiley face emoji tacked on for whatever reason.

Geoff nods like yes, okay, perfectly understandable, and Michael -

Michael stands still as the asshole in the mask and his brightly colored buddy go off to handle whatever job Geoff has for them. (Heart doing fucking somersaults in his chest when the guy slants a look at him in passing, this slight hesitation before he leaves the room.)

“Michael?” Geoff asks warily, because yeah, yeah.

The fucking Vagabond and Rimmy Tim are back in town and are apparently working for the Fakes, no big deal.

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The job Geoff has for Michael dovetails nicely into the job he sent the Vagabond and Rimmy Tim on and they end up down by the docks again.

Also, shot goes wrong in spectacular ways because not only is this Los Santos, but they’re all part of the Fake AH Crew by now and it’s almost a requirement.“Oh, hey,” Michael says, dragging Ryan out of the water, heart in his throat as the idiot pulls his mask off. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Ryan grins up at him, the lines of his face paint starting to smudge, but something about it seems less angry than what Michael remembers, and maybe that means something.

“Hi, Michael.”

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There’s a wooden pier on Michael’s property that goes out over the water and a perfect place to bask in the sun on a lazy day. Watch Ryan swim around, sleek form darting beneath the waves and playing peekaboo with curious dolphins and other sea life.

Fucker always, always has to be an asshole when he gets close to the pier and splash Michael, weird little laugh as he ducks under the water to avoid retaliation. When he pulls himself out of the water onto the pier next to Michael and shakes off excess water and he trades his seal form for his human one and lays down next to Michael.

“Hey, Michael,” Ryan says, soft and fond, sweet as anything and Michael’s heart too full for his chest as he leans over him for a kiss.

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(Later on Ryan explains what the hell he was doing all this time – not quite seven years since they saw each other last, so Michael’s still having a little trouble processing the fact Ryan’s here and you know, human. (Looking.)Tells him all about (okay, mostly about because there are some details Michael’s better off not knowing, a few he can’t share with humans or there will be trouble, that kind of thing) his Quest to be able to take on his human form when he wants to.Bargains made, deals struck, that kind of thing. Tasks he was given to prove how serious he was about the whole deal because wow, not an easy thing to undertake? But he did it. Jeremy wasn’t there for all of it, but he knows how hard Ryan worked for it. Tells Michael he better fucking appreciate it like a good Battle Buddy, because someone has to make sure he knows and it sure hell won’t be lovesick idiot Ryan. And Michael is like. He gets it, and appreciates what Ryan did and Jeremy for sticking by him and it’s just. A lot, okay.And then you know, the Battle Buddies join the crew full time and it’s all chaotic shenanigans all over the place and all that.)

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The King’s Men, Chapter 7 – In Case Of Zombie Apocalypse, Grab Your Racquets And Run

In which the saga of Gays On Rooftops continues, everyone is too sassy to handle, I cry at some beautiful Andrew/Renee normalcy, and Andreil are Andreil.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The King’s Men.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy, I had always heard of The Rooftop Scene™ from fandom, but oh, had I been a fool to assume there was just one of them.

Lads, we’re back to being in high places we shouldn’t be, and we’re in for a fun time.

“Give me one good reason to not push you off the side.”

Neil shook a cigarette stick out and lit it. “I’d drag you down with me. It’s a long way down.”

Two sentences into this conversation, and Neil is already being a sassy little shit.

Now this is the content I signed up for.

“I hate you. (…) Ninety percent of the time the very sight of you makes me want to commit murder. I think about carving the skin from your body and hanging it out as a warning to every other fool who thinks he can stand in my way.”

“What about the other ten?” Neil asked.

Perceptive little dude, look at you! Actually noticing stuff Andrew says, I’m so proud.

Also, I’m hoping this was a rhetorical question, because if not I may take my “perceptive” back.

“I warned you not to put a leash on me.”

“I didn’t,” Neil said. “You put that leash on yourself when you told me to stay no matter what. Don’t be mad at me just because I was smart enough to pick up the other end of it.”

I want it to please be known that I am resisting about 20 kinky leash jokes right now.

Thankfully, Andrew waltzes on with the conversation before I can utter any.

Good boy.

“I don’t think it was the money (…) why they chased you so long. I imagine at some point they realized it was far more important to hurt you than to recoup anything they’d lost.”

“So you stay, but you still won’t hit me.”

Neil has become being such a sassy shit to Andrew, I can’t even tell you how much I’m loving this.

Homeboy takes no shit from no one anymore.

Despite Andrew’s unfriendly words, his expression and tone were calm. He said these things like they meant nothing to him. Neil didn’t know if it was a mask or the truth. Was Andrew hiding that rage from Neil or from himself? Maybe the monster was buried until Neil crossed another unforgiveable line.

And of course, Neil being Neil, he instantly searches for that line exactly.

Neil and Andrew, pretty much.

“Good,” Neil said at length. (…) “I want to see you lose control.”

Damn right you do, honey.

Neil feigned confusion as he got to his feet. “Am I bothering you?”

“Beyond the telling.”

“Interesting,” Neil said. “Last week you said nothing gets under your skin.”

OOOHHHHHHHHHH.

Neil, my boy my dude my homie, you are on FIRE today.

Neil mic-drops out of the conversation and gets off the roof – only to be immediately thrown to the ground by the angrier, more vocal version of Andrew.

After several people are needed to wrestle Aaron and Neil free from each other, we find out what exactly has our second favourite twin’s orange boxers in a twist:

“Katelyn’s refusing to see me or talk to me until Andrew and I get counselling.”

DAMN, GIRL.

I knew Katelyn was badass, but this has just propelled her to the very top of the Takes No Shit Charts.

KATELYN YOU WONDERFUL TOUGH HEADSTRONG ORANGE SUNSHINE, LET ME LOVE YOU.

Nicky’s jaw dropped, but it sounded more admiring than anything. “Damn, Neil.”

Same, Nicks.

Aaron shot him a livid look. “Don’t you dare take his side.”

“Why not?” Nicky asked. “It’s not like you ever let me take yours.”

Shots have been fired, tea has been spilled, Aaron has been thoroughly shut up.

What is up with this team and sassy remarks today, you guys. Wonderful.

Neil reunited with Dan’s crowd, who immediately begin questioning the previous violent (and also German) exchange, as any sane person would do.

“What the hell is going on?”

“I’m doing what you asked me to do,” Neil said. “I’m fixing them. (…) If a bone isn’t healing straight, you have no choice but to break it. They’ll be fine.”

Neil has been taking metaphor style notes from Andrew, apparently.

Matt leaned against the doorframe and arched a brow at Neil. “That’s not exactly reassuring. From you ‘fine’ could mean anything from ‘I’m going to hitchhike across the state’ to ‘I’m beaten to a bloody pulp but I can still hold a racquet’.”

Damn, Matt.

This squad is not messing around today.

Matt, Dan and Allison play a fun goodnight game of Getting Drunk Off Their Asses, and while Neil and Renee clean up the mess afterwards, they have a lil talk about y’know, boys.

“Thank you,” she said, “for reaching him when I couldn’t.”

This just in: I still love Renee, thank you for asking.

Renee confirms what we kind of knew already: When Andrew started watching Kevin and the monsters’ backs, Renee was tasked with watching those of the rest. She even offered to take Neil when he arrived, bless her heart. But of course, we know how quickly Andrew snatched Neil’s dramatic ass up into his crew.

“That being said, I tried taking you off his hands at one point.” When Neil looked at her in surprise, Renee affected an innocent look that for once was not entirely convincing. “Andrew refused on the grounds he wouldn’t wish you on anyone except a mortician.”

“Drama queen,” Neil muttered.

First off – lmao @ Andrew for being the drama queen we treasure him for, and lmao @ Neil for finally commenting on it.

But second – how am I to interpret that not-convincing innocent look? Did she just wanna protect Neil from Andrew and now feels about it, for not trusting her friend enough? Or does she know about Andrew’s, ahem, possible ulterior motives?

I’m betting on the latter. As if Andrew doesn’t talk to her about his crushes during their BFF sleepovers. As if.

In order to avoid his teammates’ bad spirit about, well, everything at the moment, when it comes to warm-up on the court the next day, Neil – surprise! – joins Renee and Andrew on their jog.

A lil wholesome conversation will go a long way, folks, even if that long way just goes around the Court walls.

And what does my favourite Brotp in this universe do on their mighty distinguished Break Walks?

They discusss hypothetical WWIII scenarios.

LOVELY.

Seriously, I love this. This is exactly the kind of wholesome normal best-friends-havin-a-chat content I signed up for, and I can’t believe my poor heart is finally getting what it deserves.

Neil is equally delighted by the Goalie BFFs’ choice of debate subject, and his thirsty ass is immediately back the next day.

And it gets better – today, it’s zombie apocalypses.

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSES.

Surviving on the run was Neil’s forte, and it was interesting to see how his priorities compared with theirs. Renee stressed the importance of collecting survivors, which Andrew shot down immediately.

Because of course she did, because of course he did.

I LOVE THIS.

Every single thing about this is gold and I want a billion fanarts.

Neil wondered what he would do if an invasion really happened. (…) Chances were it’d be instinctive to abandon all of them if the undead put in a ravenous appearance. It wasn’t exactly an uplifting realization, but Neil could accept the ugly truths about himself.

This, this is so important to me. Neil isn’t magically over his entire upbringing now that he’s got friends, he’ll maybe always have these instincts his mother put in him, but he’s coming to accept this about himself. He’s being open and honest with himself, even if it means addressing bad emotions and bad truths and really man have I mentioned I love Neil Josten recently.

In other news: Renee is apparently texting buddies with Jean now!

And I’m p sure they allowed outside contact with the Foxy Orange Scum beneath their Holy Feathery Feet, so Jean is probably breaking a billion laws (and maybe risking a few fingers) sending memes to Renee, so props to you, my man. You have my approval to be engaging in contact with my fave sweetheart.

Neil is equally on board with this.

“I’m hoping she can weaking his blind loyalty.” Neil thought about it a moment longer, then said, “Maybe that’s why Matt stopped betting on the two of you?”

This is either Neil being the oblivious fuck that we know and treasure, or Neil poking the bear.

Either way, good shit right there if I do say so myself.

To close this chapter off – we’re in for another Prime Andreil Deep Talk. This time featuring: Money!

“It isn’t charity,” Neil said. “It’s revenge. It wasn’t my money in the first place, remember? I told you my father skimmed it from the Moriyamas. If you take some for your car, you’re making Riko fix what his fans destroyed.”

Can your stolen money also fix Riko’s attitude, asking for a friend.

“Revenge is a motivator only for the weak-willed,” Andrew said.

“If you believed that you wouldn’t be planning on how to kill Proust.”

OHHHH burn. Did I mention I’m here for Neil Take No Shit Josten lately?

Also yikes. Almost forgot about that guy.

I’m intrigued to see whether he actually appears in this book.

Andrew retaliates this comment by blowing a fuckton of smoke in Neil’s face, which Neil retaliates by breaking Andrew’s cigarette.

Actual fucking children, I tell you.

“You bought the last car with someone’s death. You can buy this one with someone’s life – my life. That money was going to buy my next name when I ran away from here. Thanks to you I don’t need it anymore.”

Yeah, hi, if anyone needs me I’ll be subtly crying in a corner.

“Make a new deal with me. (…) What would you give me?” Neil asked.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”

Neil frowned at him, lost, but Andrew didn’t waste his breath explaining.

Ah yes, and here we are back again with Neil being an oblivious idiot. Jeez, boi.

Ily, but use ya brain.

Mirculously, Neil does, but quite differently than I expected him to – he convinces Andrew to give up cracker dust.

Nice, I guess. One addiction less. Kind of anticlimactic, though.

Next!

Andrew thought it over a minute, then flicked his cigarette at Neil. It singed the material where it bounced off his shirt. (…)

“I’m going to take your temper tantrum as a yes,” Neil said.

The sass does not stop, you guys.

Wonderful.

If you like what I do here and you want me to continue writing fun things for you, why not buy me a coffee? Every lil bit helps, getting me through uni and all that jazz. Thanks so much!

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Playing Footsie

The first time I felt something slide against the inside of my ankle and up my calf partway, I thought it was an accident. I didn’t react, figuring whoever had done it was embarrassed, having thought it was a table leg or something. I simply nodded and remained engrossed in the story Louise was telling next to me, loud over the din of the restaurant. I didn’t even look around the table to see if anyone had reacted.

The second time the foot came, this time pausing against my ankle for a moment before sliding upward, the toe catching the edge of my skinny jeans and hiking them up a bit before snapping back down, I looked up in surprise. Dan was across from me and the most likely culprit, but he was staring intently at PJ sat next to him, the new storyteller.

The third time, my head snapped up to Dan the instant I felt a brush against my ankle. He still didn’t respond, but looking around it didn’t seem as if anyone else could have been doing it. I frowned, pulling my legs back and hooking my ankles under my chair. My suspicions of it being Dan were confirmed when he coughed and casually slid down a bit in his chair. To anyone else it would seem he was just trying to get more comfortable, but when I felt his foot back on my ankle, his leg stretched under the table to reach me, I raised my eyebrows. Still he didn’t look back or acknowledge me, instead slowly running his foot up the inside of my calf, then back down, bumping my foot playfully.

I kicked my foot lightly, trying to ward him off, but Dan must have seen this as an acceptance of the game, and only fought back harder. I could see the smile he was trying to hide, now, his lips in a tight line to try to act normal as we warred under the table. I was grinning, ignoring the conversation at the table and staring at Dan, trying my best to take control of the invisible war down below.

We fought and fought, and eventually it was becoming hard to keep it subtle. I was holding onto the table’s edge to keep myself upright, biting my lower lip in concentration with a challenging grin on my face. Dan still hadn’t looked at me but I could see him shifting in his seat each time he tried a new move.

Finally, in some incredible maneuver, I ended up with both his feet between my ankles, trapping them tightly. He finally looked at me and glared, while I let my lip release from my teeth and smiled, eyes sparkling with my victory. It wasn’t until several moments after that that I realized the conversation had ceased at our table, strangely silent in the middle of the bustling restaurant, and Louise and PJ were staring at us with raised eyebrows.

“What?” I giggled, still a bit high off my victory.

“You two need to get a room.” PJ mumbled, not looking at us as he spun his fork around on his plate.

“Honestly. Either you’ve been lying to us all this time, or you two really are just torturing yourselves waiting this long to admit it.” Louise added, sending us both pointed looks.

I frowned and opened my mouth to protest, letting Dan’s feet go.

“Guys, we’re just friends.” Dan grumbled and I nodded, looking to him to show him my support in the statement. We always leaned on each other whenever people doubted our friendship.

“Friends who can’t keep their eyes, hands, or apparently feet off each other.” PJ mumbled once again.

After this the subject was dropped, and through the end of the meal Dan and I’s feet didn’t touch again.

It wasn’t until we returned home and plopped on the couch, Dan sitting against one side as I sat on the other, facing each other as our feet came up and we pressed against each other, warring and using the armrests as backrests, that Dan suddenly stopped. My feet flew forward, not having expected the sudden halt in resistance, and I fell flat on the couch, my legs splaying around Dan.

I scrambled up to a seated position and raised my eyebrows.

“What happened?” I asked, my forehead crinkling in a frown.

“Nothing.... I just...” Dan trailed off, looking down at his toes which he wiggled in his socks absently, seemingly trying to think of how to word what he wanted to say. “I guess... Phil? Do you think maybe they were right?”

“Right about what?” I asked, not following his train of thought.

“Right about... you know. Us making things harder for ourselves... not being as happy as we could be... just because we’re too scared to actually say or do anything to change... us?” Dan mumbled. He still wasn’t looking at me, his toes spreading and curling with nerves.

I frowned, staring at him in confusion for a few moments, until finally his meaning hit me.

What?

WHAT?

My mouth dropped open. I tried to shut it a few times, but it just kept opening back up, making me look I’m sure like a fish floundering for air. My eyebrows must have been up to my hairline as I tried to process what Dan was saying, my entire world flipped upside down.

Did he mean it? Was Dan, my best friend, the man I shared my life with, the most important person in my world, the man who gave me flutters each time he smiled at me... Was he really saying that after all these years of letting me think he could never love me... that he actually could?

Wouldn’t he have said something sooner? With all the talk of us being together from our fans... if he’d wanted that it surely would have come up sooner... right?

Though I suppose I’d known my feelings years ago, and I’d been too afraid. Why should it be different for him?

I snapped back into reality suddenly, mouth snapping shut as I realized Dan was now finally looking at me, bottom lip between his teeth as he worried it, clearly upset that I was taking so long to respond to such a huge question.

“Dan, I...”

“Sorry. Sorry, that was stupid. Can we just pretend I never said anything?” Dan stammered, putting his face in his hands and curling his knees tight to his chest.

“No... Dan...”

“I’m sorry. I can give you some space if you need it. I didn’t mean to- I don’t want to- I really value your friendship, Phil, I never want to lose that.”

“Dan...”

“If I ruined everything I understand... but just... please know that I never had any ulterior motives... I really meant everything I did, and I just did it because I love spending time with you...”

“Dan...”

“I’m not saying I love you! I mean... of course I love you... but I’m not in love with you. God... I’m so sorry.”

“DAN!” I finally shouted, grabbing his wrists and forcing him to look at me, his eyes slightly watery as he breathed heavy, fear clear in his expression.

Slowly, so slowly I almost felt as if I wasn’t moving, I brought Dan’s hands up to my cheeks and let them rest there, moving mine down to his shoulders. Dan gulped as he looked between my eyes, seemingly searching for answers as his lips parted in shock and suspense.

I didn’t make him wait there long, leaning in slowly to connect our lips. They only stayed that way for a minute before I pulled back, and now I was the one to flit my gaze between his eyes, biting my lip.

“Well that’s too bad.” I whispered and he frowned, eyebrows pulling together.

“What?”

“It’s too bad that you’re not in love with me.”

“Why?” Dan whispered, and I smiled gently, the corner of my mouth just slightly twitching up.

“Because unrequited love sucks.”

It took a moment for my meaning to sink in, and I relished in every minute, the smile that broke out across Dan’s face as he finally understood making me smile, and we were kissing, but it was more like laughing.

I did manage to make out the mumbled words between our lips and through our laughter, though, as he said the words that made my heart pitter-patter so hard I thought I might faint.

“Well I lied. I’m in love with you too.”

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You Shouldn't Have Asked

In early 2000, I began to learn a martial art, and for a while before I thought of doing something. What played a role here was that he had watched films with Jean-Claude Van Damme. And as I ended up learning a different marital art from the one I had in mind, I soon forgot that. I would do this once a week and it would be a time when my father would look to the side. A new start What I found, after doing this for a while, was that I was becoming more confident, which meant that more of my personality began to appear. I think a lot of that came to the fact that I was in a new environment. There was no one who could take the lead, which allowed me to express myself. While I was around my mother and sister, it was often difficult for me to do that. A goal It was then a byproduct of being in another environment rather than something that I thought would happen. Yet, basically, I wanted to be me and not be eclipsed. Therefore, learning a martial art was a way for me to meet a need that I was aware of, and I ended up fulfilling a number of other needs that were just below the surface, so to speak. Of course, we were expected to be serious and focus on what was going on during a class. Other side There were times when it took place and the moments when I ended up behaving differently. My humorous side came out often, and gave me a real kick out. I was not the only one, however, as the coach had clearly liked to do the same. But while most people looked at the coach and said nothing, I was very happy to hold my position and respond. A great shock And although I was there to learn some martial art, but there were times when we did other things. On one of those occasions, I asked the coach where they had learned these techniques. I was just curious, I asked him why he wanted to know; It was not because of an ulterior motive. Well, let's say I did not answer much, and after they left I got closer to some of their sidekicks. On the spot One of the things they told me was that "I should not have asked them that", which I said I was just curious. The people who came to talk to me were about half the age of the coach. So it was not as if the coach was too young to defend himself and not only, the coach was a very good martial artist, to say the least. Shorty after that happened; I feel it was someone who was not very sure in themselves. Built in sand At that time, I felt I had been treated unfairly, and my father had a hard time believing what had happened. In many ways, it was another nail in the coffin, and I do not think I have left much longer after that. Over time, I began to think about how, although this person met so strong and capable, maybe it was not what I really felt inside. What this shows is that even if someone can have it together, that does not mean that it really is.

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Small Businesses Tee Up Success By Helping

The upward thrust of cellular hasn’t just meant that small companies create commercials for the small display and run campaigns from their smartphones– It additionally method more small-and-medium sized companies is turning to every different to figure out the way to adapt to converting technology and develop.

This is one relevant finding from Facebook FB +0.18%’s March Future of Business Survey

An ongoing look at the social network completes with the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD) and World Bank. The survey, which formally released in January, determined that 42% of small companies stated they study from each other, 2nd simplest to online searches (64%).

The survey has extended to consist of 200,000 small-and-medium sized firms in extra than 40 international locations. The public outcomes are meant to help groups and policymakers higher understand the mobile financial system.

“The complete concept of the survey turned into an obligation we felt having one among, if not the biggest, groups of small businesses, to parent out how to assist,” Facebook VP of worldwide SMB Dan Levy said in an interview at Facebook’s Menlo Park headquarters.

Businesses that stat

ed they learn from every different has been also much more likely to be constructive approximately the economic system, interested by worldwide trade and had been more likely to have employed within the beyond six months or to have plans to hire within the close to future.

Two of the main methods Facebook tries to aid enterprise-to-commercial enterprise studying, Levy said, is through hundreds of offline activities in keeping with 12 months and Facebook Groups, that have lots of small business members. Groups are an area where organizations can percentage what’s running for them, specific frustration or ask for a guide or widespread advice.

The Importance of Email in Your Business

Emails have been a totally vital verbal exchange device in this age of technology, and with the developing quantity of organizations doing transactions online, the e-mail is indeed a brilliant tool in managing your enterprise.

Even for private use or organizational use, it has to turn out to be part of our normal lives – from speaking with friends to final a deal, to making use of for a new task or for nearly some other transaction we do online. In reality, most offerings on the internet, even social networking websites, would ask you your electronic mail cope with before you may use their offerings. Indeed, the significance of electronic mail is anywhere.

To understand greater approximately the importance of email, particularly to your commercial enterprise, here are specific things that you can do with your email and some of its advantages.

– Free verbal exchange. In any business

The communique is a critical factor in any transaction, making plans or organizing and emails are free for you to use to communicate with your employees, your customers, in addition to your ability customers.

– Emails also have an extensive reach. Telephones and cellular phones sometimes require you to have worldwide sim cards to reach to different parts of the sector, not to say that it could additionally be very expensive.

– Aside from its comfort in sending verbal exchange, the importance of email particularly in agencies is to hold a document of the transactions of the companies. Keeping an archive of your emails may be very useful in rechecking past statistics and transaction. It can also function repository of files, buy orders, contracts, requests and different files which can be attached to emails, as they can all be recovered later.

– For agencies who put it up for sale online, one useful manner of getting ability clients is by electronic mail

And in reality, getting an electronic mail is one essential factor you want to need to introduce your product on-line and in availing of a few online services and tools. A commercial enterprise internet site or an internet keep must have touch facts like email to build credibility and agree with in your clients and clients. It is likewise a great device to address consumer queries and comments.

– Monitoring and managing your enterprise even if you are not on the business site is also another significance of electronic mails. With portable devices able to send and receive emails, you may absolutely control your business even if you are touring or in some other area.

Everybody Wants to Achieve Success in His/Her Efforts

Everybody desires to obtain achievement in his/her efforts. As we bypass thru many facets of our lives, a lot of humans locate it tough to attain achievement/progress. The motives are many: i) incapability to mirror and introspect, ii) a massive range of folks is entrenched in the net of horrific behavior (received in the teenage).

To trade the trend, examine the “Path

Understand the ideas; practice step by step. Then, you could achieve amazing achievement in all of your endeavors.

• First, inside the list that you want to do is boom your degree of self-belief. Of route, it’s far natural that the level of self-belief varies from person to man or woman. You can name it inherent assets of the body and mind together that have blended to action. But without a doubt, you could deliver upon exchange if you want to achieve it. Psychologists are of the view that state of no activity especially rises from decrease self-assurance degrees. If one has to acquire achievement then one has to advantage self-belief through difficult paintings, dealing with failure and tackling success.

• The subsequent component that you may supply significance to in this admire is to enhance your social abilities.

Researchers of the University of California have determined out that a successful businessman profits his so-referred to as function by better social skills and his cognitive capability. They have carried out numerous observations that have led them to this conclusion. Thus, they’re of the view that if one is socially adept and clever then he/she will earn extra and be plenty greater successful in assessment to others. You can also take to those methods and imbibe them into your nature to witness the fulfillment you were searching out long.

• Another factor which you ought to be paying interest is in your authenticity.

The lots-sought-after leadership first-rate that comes from self-disclosure and self-honesty. This facilitates a person to make the right decisions which might be primarily based on their values. It is actual that through sincere devotion, the commitment you can still attain better achievement than via forgery, contrition, and cheating and the shortage of right devotion. So, if you are trying to emulate the efforts of a hit chief then it does not suggest which you are being faux but it would suggest that you are taking a severe attempt to make ends be successful.

Message From the Universe: Focusing on Helping Others

“Ever observe how on an almost daily foundation, either without delay or in a roundabout way, you’re driven with the aid of helping others?

I actually have.

Actually, all right here have.

Legend, The Universe”

The well-known Zig Ziglar shared some of his well-known quotes

When you inspire others, you within the procedure are recommended due to the fact you are making a commitment and difference in that individual’s existence. Encouragement without a doubt does make a difference.”

Helping others should be a daily practice and not be taken in useless. When a person is in need of assist and asks for it, you’re sure that they’re in a pretty tough bind. Most humans chorus from requesting assist however when they do, make it an addiction to be there for them and provide them with some assistance, or anything you can do to make their assignment less difficult to triumph over. The principle “WIIFM” (What’s In It For Me) shouldn’t be carried out, even though most human beings undertake this technique in lifestyles. Helping others should not be accompanied with ulterior motives within the hope that this individual will finally pay you returned. Sometimes, they may never be within the role to ever pay you back for the best component you probably did for them. Should that prevent you from doing greater excellent for others? An answer is NO.

There is lot of abundances accessible, and when you assist

Anderson and make a difference in their lives, you have got impacted the notion they have got for different human beings, which in go back, that same man or woman you helped will go and assist a person else, and that is what is “Paying Forward”. The character you helped will help a person else, and no longer you in particular. That is OK due to the fact your proper deeds is being extended and the person you assist will assist a person else

In an effort to provide that man or woman religion in humanity and will pay forward with their movement assisting a person else. Look at this like compound interest. Your money multiplies and the previous capital plus interest you earned will boom in fee and will multiply without you being concerned from that first proper deed. The key right here is to spend money on humanity. It can pay returned eventually. There are many movies available on YouTube today discussing approximately the paying it forward and it’s far crucial to practice it normally.

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