golf park


Before You Go ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

It was stupid. It was a really fucking stupid idea, and she knew it. As soon as Zach opened his mouth it was guaranteed that whatever came out would be an outstandingly bad idea. And it was.

Zach’s family was out of town, so naturally that was cause enough to have a kickback. Without much coaxing from Zach and Montgomery, she agreed to hangout with them and their friends. It wasn’t like her, not really. She didn’t partake in their idiotic endeavors. But it had been a rough week and she wasn’t doing too well. She didn’t want to talk about it. She just wanted to distract herself with bad ideas and bad influences.

“Since when do you hangout with them?” Jeff had questioned, his arms crossed over his chest tightly in a way that made the veins pop out.

“Me and Zach have always been friends, you know that,” She shot back, not wanting to have this conversation.

“Okay but you hate Bryce. You have literally referred to him as ‘everything you despise in this world’. And you’re not overly fond of Montgomery either,” he pinched the bridge of his nose in the way that he always did when he was frustrated and didn’t understand.

“I’m not asking for your permission. You’re not my third parental guardian,” she snapped, her tone a lot harsher than it should have been. He wasn’t being controlling, he wasn’t telling her not to go. He just didn’t understand why she wasn’t acting like herself.

“I know, and I’m not trying to be,” he sighed, his lips were pressed together tightly, “Before you go just tell me why. You’ve been acting different and now you’re hellbent on hanging out with people you don’t even really like that much. You know they’re not gonna get up to some stupid shit.”

“Bye, Jeff,” she walked away. Her voice was flat and her face was expressionless.

“Just be careful, please!” He called after her, but it went in one ear and out the other.

Why do we push away those who care the most and run all too willingly to those who don’t really give a damn? Maybe because when someone cares they make you confront the things weighing you down. Maybe because when someone doesn’t care they’re more than happy to encourage every rash impulse you have. Sometimes we don’t want to talk through our problems. Sometimes we want to drink a fifth of vodka and forget our own names.

The kickback had started out fine enough. All the usual suspects were there and it was chill. But then Montgomery noticed the two new golf carts parked outside. They were shiny and untouched, completely untarnished. That was an invitation, and an ominous one at that. Everything Montgomery touched turned to ruins.

It all sounded like so much fun. Let’s race the golf carts. What could go wrong? The better question would’ve been, what could possibly go right?

It was fun, at first. It was fun until she found herself on the ground, her head aching and everything blurry. The shrieking of metal rang in her ears as everything had come back into focus. They crashed. It wasn’t catastrophic, but there was damage— damage to the carts, damage to them.

Her face felt wet and her right eye felt swollen. She didn’t have to look in a mirror to know there was a gash on her right temple while her right eye was bruising. Suddenly she didn’t want to be there anymore.

Zach had, unsuccessfully, pleaded with her to stay. She wasn’t having it. She shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

So now she stands on Jeff’s front porch with a dish towel pressed against her temple, feet shifting anxiously. Zach had dropped her off since he had been relatively unscathed in the wreck, just a few superficial scrapes. Zach’s a good friend, but he’s a little dumb and very much not Jeff.

The door swings open, causing her to jump back slightly. The light leaking out from the opening causes her eyes to squint as her figure is illuminated, blood splotches and all. Jeff stands in the center of the doorway with a confused expression twisting his features until he registers what he’s looking at. He blinks hard in surprise, his lips parting to say something.

“Before you say anything,” she stops him, “I completely acknowledge that I’m a fucking idiot, and trust me, I hate me more than you do right now.”

“Babe,” he sighs exasperatedly, “ I don’t think you’re an idiot, and I could never hate you. But I am on the verge of a heart attack, so please come inside and tell me what happened.”

She nods in compliance, following him into the house. They walk up the stairs in silence. The house is empty except for them. She regrets every decision she’s made in the past twenty four hours. She gave up a night alone with her boyfriend to get in a golf cart wreck with Liberty High’s most infamous jocks.

They reach the bathroom and she hops up onto the counter, waiting for Jeff to finish collecting whatever it is he thinks will patch her up. She parts her legs for him to stand between as he reaches to take the blood soaked towel out of her grip.

He frowns when he sees the gash on her temple. It’s not too deep, but it still doesn’t paint a pretty picture. The bleeding has stopped but the bruising becomes harsher as time passes. The feeling of cold water being dabbed onto her temple is soothing, or maybe it’s just Jeff’s presence.

“We crashed some golf carts,” she says quietly, looking up at Jeff through wet lashes.

“Is everyone okay?” he asks, reaching for the rubbing alcohol. The cotton pad becomes saturated with the liquid before he brings it to her wound. The second it grazes her skin she lets out a hiss of pain, gripping the edge of the counter.

“Yeah,” she breathes out as the pain subsides, “Everyone is fine.”

“Did it make you feel better?” he inquires as he places a series of butterfly bandaids on her skin to close to gash. His voice is so calm.

“No,” she whispers, “It only made it worse.” She drops her head to rest on Jeff’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around his torso. He envelopes her in his arms, rubbing circles on her back with one hand and stroking her hair with the other.

“Then why’d you do it?” he asks softly.

“I’m so stressed and nothing is going right. I’m so tired,” her voice cracks as she bites back tears.The weight of everything hangs over her. It’s overwhelming and it makes it hard to breathe.

“You’re okay,” he coos, “I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry, Jeff. I’m so sorry,” she says into his shoulder as a few tears escape.

He pulls back to take her face between his hands, wiping the few stray tears making a trail down her bruised face. “You’re forgiven. Honestly you were forgiven the moment you showed up at my door. Just don’t shut me out, okay? Your problems are my problems and I don’t want you to ever have to go through anything alone.”

“I won’t,” she promises, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers against her lips as he presses his against hers in a soft peck. “I love you,” he echoes as he kisses her nose. “I love you,” he breathes as he kisses her forehead. He repeats it for each part of her face his lips touch.

“I am so lucky to live in a world where you exist,” she smiles serenely.

“Yo soy el afortunado,” he grins backs, “How about I run you a bath?”

“That sounds absolutely perfect. Boyfriend of the year award,” she gushes, kissing his face.

“Yeah well you’ve had a rough week and you could use some relaxation,” he rubs his hands down her arms before turning towards the bath, “also you smell like blood and dirt.”

She rolls her eyes, hopping off the counter whilst removing her clothing.”I’ll forgive you for that jab if you get in the bath with me.”

“Think we can both fit?” he arches an eyebrow.

“We’ll just have to get close,” she grins, tugging the hem of his shirt up to pull it over his head.

The warmth of the bath water caresses her skin as she lays with her back pressed against her boyfriend’s chest. Her eyes are shut as she lets the rest of her senses absorb how at peace she is in this moment.

“This is so relaxing,” she sighs, cuddling further against Jeff.

“Mhmm,” he hums in agreement as he dips his head to kiss her cheek, then her neck, then her shoulder. “How does your head feel?”

“Hurts,” she shrugs casually.

“Do you want me to go get you an ice pack?” he offers, concern dripping off the words.

“I don’t want you going anywhere. I’ll grab one before I go,” she assures, tilting her head back to kiss the base of his throat.

“Uh huh, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting you walk away from me twice in the same day. With your luck you’ll trip on the way out and break your leg or something,” he laughs as he shakes his head. She can feel his laughter vibrating against her back. It’s a nice feeling.

“You raise a good point,” she mirrors his laugh, “I’ve made enough reckless decisions for the night.”

“Exactly. So just stay with me.”

“I can’t turn that down. Thank you for helping me put myself back together.”


And just like that another truth became apparent. Sometimes we pull away from the people we care about the most. And sometimes we run towards the people who are blatantly bad for us. But in the end we find ourselves at the place that our heart recognizes as home.


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anonymous asked:

How often do you see/treat snakebite victims? I live in AZ, and snake bites, while not especially common, aren't exactly an unknown factor here. There's also a vaccine for rattlesnake bites... but it's also super expensive, and from I've heard it doesn't really work well enough to justify using it for my own dogs. Thoughts?

Mate, our snakes are an entirely different kettle of fish. For one, we don’t have rattlesnakes, and I really couldn’t comment with authority on how their venom works, but I understand it’s haemotoxic and causes necrosis.

(This fellow was at the Rattlesnake Museum in New Mexico when we visited last year)

Australian venomous snakes, on the other hand, are quite different. White rattlesnakes belong to the viper group, our venomous snakes are elapids.

(Taipan by XLerate at Wikipedia)

The venom of our snakes, depending on which species did the biting, contain neurotoxins (affect nerves), myotoxins (affect muscle), pro-coagulants (make blood clot), anti-coagulants (make blood not clot), nephrotoxins (affect kidney) and cytotoxins (affect cells in general). They do a whole mess of things.

(If you go to wikipedia, Australia had 5/10 of the most venomous snakes in the world, and 4 of the others are sea snakes)

Now, I deliberately don’t work anywhere near the inland taipan, but I did work in Tasmania and venomous snakes on smaller islands are typically bigger and have more potent venom than mainland counterparts. Tiger snakes were our biggest problem, and Tasmanian Tiger Snake bites required 2x the antivenom of mainland bites, and bites from snakes on the small islands off the coast of Tasmania would require 4x to 6x. At $500, at cost, per vial of antivenom, these were expensive to treat.

Tiger snake bite symptoms typically go a bit like this

  • Acute signs: Vomiting, salivation, fast breathing, collapse. Pets may initially seem to recover from this though, but its only going to get worse from here.
  • Paralytic signs: a little while later (under 2 hours) we might see paralysis, altered breathing, bleeding from bite, kidney failure, destruction of red blood cells and destruction or muscle cells.

Cats seem to be partially resistant to the venom, either by being more agile and getting bitten less, or just dying before they make it home and get to be presented to a vet clinic. Once actually treated though, they seem to recover a bit better than dogs, possibly because they cope with the rhabdomyolysis better.

All of this happens over hours, so it’s not enough time for the immune system to generate a response. I doubt we’d ever have a vaccine for Australian snake bites, but our combined tiger-brown antivenoms will treat venom from anything other than death adders.

I don’t see snake bites very commonly now in suburbia, but I suspect that’s because we have more brown snakes and less tiger snakes here. We have some very big brown snakes in the parks and golf courses around here, but they prefer to run away than to bite.

Niall-- Dancing in the Moonlight

“I’ve got it handled, don’t I Doodle Bug?” Niall said, tickling at his little girl who squealed and ran off, a giant grin on her face.  He turned back to his wife, love and adoration naturally slipping into place as he looked at his best friend.  “Go have your girl’s night, love.  You deserve it.”

And as far as Niall was concerned, she really and truly did. He had been doing promo and then touring for months which left his loving and strong wife to take care of their house and child by herself, all while still working and following her own dreams. She never once complained about all of the weight on her due to the rigors of Niall’s career, but he knew she needed a break and that she wouldn’t take one if he didn’t push her to.

It had been Niall’s suggestion that she take a day to spend with her friends and sisters.  It had been four months since she had done anything just for herself, not with their daughter or Niall in mind, and he was determined she would relax.  He had let her sister and best friend plan out a day full of spa treatments, nail appointments, a few nice meals, a movie, and shopping at her favorite mall, all funded by his credit card.

She was grateful for his thoughtfulness, but she couldn’t help but be uneasy.  “Are you sure you’ve got everything under control?  She’s going through a bit of a phase and you’ve only been home a couple of days…”

“Hey,” Niall whispered, cupping her chin in his hand.  “I love you, but you’re overthinking things.  I’m her dad, remember?  We all win today.  You get to rest, she gets to hang out with her daddy, and I get to spend time with my little princess.  Don’t worry about us, go enjoy yourself.”  Lots of kisses for Niall and their daughter ensued, but he could see how grateful she looked as she slipped into the front seat of her best friend’s car.  It was hard for her to turn off the full time mom part of her brain, even while she was at work, but that made it all the more important for her to get away.

Niall locked the front door and turned around to see his three year old daughter looking at him curiously.  “Daddy, where did Mommy go?” she asked, her thumb slipping into her mouth. 

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16th Birthday Ideas
  1. High tea
  2. Toga Party
  3. Luau
  4. cooking Class
  5. Murder Mystery Dinner Party
  6. Pool Party
  7. Campy Party
  8. Backyard BBQ
  9. Party at the Park
  10. Book Party
  11. Campfire Party
  12. Board Game Party
  13. Beach Party
  14. Slumber Party
  15. Dinner and a Movie
  16. Hot Air Balloon
  17. Weekend Away
  18. Rock Climbing
  19. Disneyland
  20. Surfing Lessons
  21. Boating/Lake
  22. sail Boating
  23. Sky Diving/Indoor Flying
  24. White Water River Rafting
  25. Water Park/Water Slides
  26. Paint Ball
  27. Snorkeling
  28. Seaplane
  29. Band/DJ
  30. Argosy Cruise
  31. Black and White Ball
  32. Fancy Restaurant
  33. Mall Shopping Spree
  34. Hotel Party
  35. Cheerleading Party
  36. Photo Booth
  37. Glow-in-the-Dark Party
  38. Bowling
  39. Putt Putt Golf/Mini Golf
  40. Costume Party
  41. Talent show
  42. Go Karts
  43. Sporting Event
  44. Ice skating
  45. Circus
  46. Zoo
  47. Roller Skating
  48. State Fair
  49. Line Dancing
  50. Laser tag
Bless Your Heart-Part 4

A/N: This all started because of Jen’s Strange Pairings Challenge, and now here we are on Part 4! I’m so sorry it took me forever to crank this one out, but life just kind of had other plans. Feedback is always welcome. If you want to be added or removed from the tag list, just let me know. Thanks guys! 

Catch up: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Characters: Dean Winchester X Reader (mentioned), Sam Winchester, some OCs

Warnings: Language, Anger, Mentions of strippers (if that’s even a warning)

Word Count: 3500-ish

Originally posted by bringmepieassbutt

To his credit, the guard manning the gate at the Coco Beach Resort really did try his damndest not to crack a smile at the two large men crammed into the pink golf cart parked in front of him as he examined their badges and jotted down their info for the visitor log.

“Okay, sirs, you are good to go. Enjoy Coco Beach,” he said as he handed back their badges, still struggling to keep a straight face.

Dean huffed as he took his badge back from the older, uniformed man and gave a curt not before pulling through the gate.

“Oh, come on man. Don’t get pissy. Can you really blame the guy?” Sam asked as they pulled into a parking spot. “You know you’d be the first one to laugh if the shoe was on the other foot.”

“Well, Mr. Understanding, that’s beside the point. Maybe you are used to having your manhood questioned since you refuse to cut that mop on your head, but I’m not. And I don’t like it, not one fucking bit.” Dean slammed the lock into place before striding hurriedly towards the front office.

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August starts

and it feels like the summer is just about over
even if it only begun a few days ago.

And this is to be taken literally, because the summer arrived very late this year for us. A lot of my clematis are only starting to flower now, some 3 weeks later than last year! Not good for my crossing attempts but one has to try. At least they are starting to flower, unlike for a friend in Eastern Finland who said that many of his won’t be making any flowers this year! It’s been cool, below 20°C for the most of the month, windy and super dry (at this corner of the country). The garden is dusty, the lawn is burnt, my well is not filling up full anymore. Oh the woes and joys of gardening! :D hahah

These are some of the reasons why it was so great to get a way for a week in the beginning of the month. My trip to Woking and London went really well! I was honoured to have been invited to give a speech about our research at the International Clematis Society’s special meeting and workshop for renewing the cultivar classification. The talk was well received and the workshop was a great opportunity to meet up all the people I had known only as names before. The weather was sweltering hot but I enjoyed it and felt that I managed to get at least a bit of summer there — especially after the workshop days, as I spent some four days roaming parks and gardens in London and easing into the well-earned holidays. A time to remember and cherish… and who knows what good comes from it in the future!

I went back to work last week on Monday. The adventure golf park I have designed and worked on this season had gone forward quite a bit. So many things to resolve and build still. What a tough nut to crack this one! The bosses in their great wisdom decided to open the place for public on last Friday. Working among the golfers was not that easy today. ;) This is what it will be for the most of this month it seems. I will be so glad when this project will be wrapped up! What an experience! 

I would like to take this chance to welcome all the new followers! Hope you will like it here. You are in good company, my followers are just the best, sweetest bunch of people!

A lot of you are creators! It is always a pleasure and a priviledge to see your work! Keep it up! Thank you for being you!

Thank you to all the curators and rebloggers here too! You are doing an amazing work! I’m honoured to be included among your selections.

Thank you to everyone who has left a note and/ or a heart for my posts. Those nudge me onwards and give me boyancy towards new posts.

All my 💕,


Ula’ula Island & Po Town

A brief history of Alola’s second largest island; focuses on Pokemon Lore and Native Hawaiian culture, especially on mythology based around Lono and Kanaloa.

Centered around the Calavera AU

The land where Po Town is located, along with the entirety of Ula’ula Island, once belonged to and was inhabited by a group of Kanaka Maoli (Native Alolans); though the name of the tribe has been long forgotten, they were a tribe of farmers who worshipped Tapu Bulu. Because of their numerous, generous libation and gifts to the Tapu, they were blessed with fertile land—their crops were nourished by the perfect balance of sun and rain, allowing the tribe to live a comfortable but humble existence with a bounty of food. Their thanks were given in the form of the holiday, Makahiki, a grand festival that celebrated the bounty of the land.

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