How does lacrosse stick stringing affect player performance. What are the key differences in stringing techniques for various positions. How can players optimize their pocket for maximum control and accuracy.
The Art and Science of Lacrosse Stick Stringing
Lacrosse stick stringing is a crucial aspect of the game that can significantly impact a player’s performance. Understanding the intricacies of stringing techniques and how they relate to different playing positions is essential for any serious lacrosse player. This comprehensive guide will delve into the nuances of stringing for various positions, explore key concepts, and provide expert insights to help you optimize your stick for peak performance.
Position-Specific Stringing: Tailoring Your Pocket for Success
Each position in lacrosse demands a unique set of skills and playing styles. Consequently, the ideal pocket configuration varies depending on the player’s role on the field. Let’s explore the stringing considerations for different positions:
Attack: Precision and Control
Attackmen typically prefer pockets that allow for quick ball release and precise shooting. How can attackers optimize their pocket? Most attackers opt for a low to mid-pocket style, which provides excellent ball control for dodging and shooting. Some key considerations for attack stringing include:
- A slightly deeper pocket for increased hold during dodges
- Tighter channel for improved accuracy on shots
- Balanced whip for quick release and controlled passing
Midfield: Versatility is Key
Midfielders need a pocket that can handle both offensive and defensive responsibilities. What makes an ideal midfield pocket? A mid-pocket is often the go-to choice, offering a balance between ball control and quick release. Consider these factors when stringing for midfielders:
- Moderate pocket depth for versatile ball handling
- Slightly looser channel for easier one-handed cradling
- Balanced whip for smooth transitions between offense and defense
Defense: Power and Precision
Defensemen require pockets that allow for strong checks, accurate long passes, and occasional offensive contributions. How can defenders optimize their stick stringing? A mid to high pocket is often preferred, providing the necessary hold for defensive maneuvers. Key considerations include:
- Shifty mid-pocket for versatile play
- Tighter channel for increased accuracy on long passes
- Moderate whip for controlled checks and smooth releases
Faceoff: Specialized Stringing for Quick Possession
Faceoff specialists need a unique pocket configuration to maximize their chances of winning draws. What’s the ideal setup for faceoff players? A lower, looser pocket is often recommended, allowing for quick pinching and popping of the ball. Consider these factors:
- Loose, low pocket for rapid ball movement
- Minimal whip to prevent ball hang-ups during faceoffs
- Durable materials to withstand the physical nature of faceoffs
Understanding Lacrosse Head Design and Its Impact on Stringing
The design of a lacrosse head plays a crucial role in determining the optimal stringing technique. How do different head designs affect stringing options? Let’s explore some key factors:
Sidewall Hole Configuration
The number and placement of sidewall holes can significantly impact stringing ease and pocket customization. Heads with more sidewall holes, like the StringKing Mark 2 series with 29 holes, offer greater flexibility in pocket design and placement.
Offset and Face Shape
The offset and face shape of a head can influence pocket depth and ball control. Heads with more pronounced offset, like the Brine Clutch series, can make it easier to achieve desired pocket characteristics.
Scoop Design
The shape and angle of the scoop can affect ground ball pickup and ball release. Consider how the scoop design interacts with your stringing pattern to optimize performance.
Essential Stringing Techniques and Knots
Mastering key stringing techniques and knots is crucial for creating a high-performance pocket. What are some fundamental stringing methods every player should know?
Topstring Techniques
The topstring is the foundation of your pocket, providing stability and shape. Achieving a tight, well-balanced topstring is essential for maximizing pocket potential. Practice stretching the mesh and aligning holes for optimal tension and consistency.
Sidewall Stringing
Sidewall stringing determines pocket placement and characteristics. Start with a double or single loop, depending on hole size, followed by anchor knots. The number and placement of anchor knots influence pocket height:
- 2 anchors: High pocket (suitable for specific head designs)
- 3 anchors: Mid pocket
- 4 anchors: Low pocket
1’s and 2’s Technique
The 1’s and 2’s technique refers to the number of mesh holes engaged in each sidewall tie. This method allows for fine-tuning pocket depth and shape:
- 1’s: Provide balance and consistency, ideal for most pockets
- 2’s: Offer additional depth, useful for breaking in stiffer mesh or creating specific pocket characteristics
Mesh Selection and Break-In Techniques
Choosing the right mesh and properly breaking it in can significantly impact pocket performance. What factors should players consider when selecting and preparing mesh?
Mesh Types
Modern lacrosse mesh comes in various materials and constructions, each offering unique characteristics:
- Performance mesh: Quick break-in, consistent in varying weather conditions
- Wax mesh: Excellent hold, but may require more maintenance
- Semi-soft mesh: Balance of performance and feel
Break-In Methods
Properly breaking in your mesh can enhance pocket performance and consistency. Some effective break-in techniques include:
- Manual stretching and forming
- Wall ball repetitions
- Hot water treatment (for certain mesh types)
Fine-Tuning Your Pocket for Optimal Performance
Once you’ve strung your pocket, fine-tuning can help achieve the perfect feel and performance. How can players adjust their pockets for optimal results?
Adjusting Pocket Depth
Pocket depth affects ball control and release. Experiment with sidewall tension and knot placement to find the ideal depth for your playing style.
Modifying Channel Width
The channel width influences ball movement and accuracy. Adjust sidewall tension and shooting string placement to create the desired channel characteristics.
Shooting String Placement
Shooting strings affect release and whip. Experiment with different configurations to find the optimal setup for your shooting style and position.
Maintaining and Caring for Your Strung Pocket
Proper maintenance is essential for preserving pocket performance and longevity. What are some key maintenance tips for lacrosse stick pockets?
- Regularly inspect and tighten loose knots
- Clean your pocket to remove dirt and debris
- Store your stick properly to maintain pocket shape
- Replace worn mesh or strings as needed
Advanced Stringing Concepts and Customization
As players become more experienced with stringing, they can explore advanced techniques to further customize their pockets. What are some advanced stringing concepts to consider?
Hybrid Pockets
Combining different stringing techniques and materials can create unique pocket characteristics. Experiment with mixing traditional and mesh elements for a customized feel.
Multi-Layer Mesh
Using multiple layers of mesh can enhance pocket hold and consistency. Explore different combinations of mesh types and tensions to achieve desired results.
Specialized Knots and Patterns
Advanced stringers can incorporate complex knots and patterns to fine-tune pocket performance. Research and practice advanced techniques to expand your stringing repertoire.
Mastering lacrosse stick stringing is an ongoing process that requires practice, experimentation, and a deep understanding of how different elements interact. By tailoring your pocket to your position, playing style, and personal preferences, you can significantly enhance your on-field performance. Remember that stringing is both an art and a science – don’t be afraid to experiment and find what works best for you. As you continue to refine your stringing skills, you’ll develop a deeper appreciation for this crucial aspect of the game and unlock new levels of performance on the lacrosse field.
How To String For Your Position
Guest post by SidelineSwap user Ollie33. You can find his stringing work on Instagram at olliestrings.
When it comes to stringing, understanding that every head is different is crucial. Some heads – Brine’s Clutch series and StringKing’s Mark 2 spring to mind – are easier to string due to features like sidewall holes (29 for the Mark series) and offset (Clutch). Others, like the Hammer 500 or anything “OG”, can be difficult.
To summarize: when it comes to stringing your very own pocket for your shooting style and the way you play, each head is different.
**Some things to think about when it comes to position:
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Attack: most attackmen want a pocket that can be used with a low style. Some like that high pocket style, but whatever you use can be changed by the way you use knots. More on that below.
Midfield: Midfielders play both offense and defense, and must feel comfortable with their pocket at all times. When I string a pocket for a midfielder, I work to understand their style of play – typically, I look for the solid mid-point of the head and try to keep right there, while the break-in will cause the ball to sink a little low for one handed action.
Defense: I played defense in college, so I mastered what a defensemen wants in a pocket. When your pocket gives you the right amount of hold/release whip, you can execute picture-perfect toe drags and pass smoothly. Therefore, I recommend a shifty mid-pocket. The “shifty” aspect comes from the mesh you use and of course the way you string. This gives you a pocket that can really be high, mid, and low.
Faceoff: I recommend a lower style pocket that is loose. Being ready to pinch and pop is key for the faceoff. This style of pocket can be different due to the realities of warp, so keeping it away from the solid mid-style is key.
Knots
Now, most people you see on Instagram and YouTube use knots that are difficult, or can take some serious time to complete/learn.
Personally, I use simple knots that anyone can figure out. Understand that first, the topstring gives your pocket life. It must be tight and well balanced to give you maximum potential in your pocket. Try practicing stretching out your mesh and eyeing up where you need to match holes. Same goes for the sidewalls. Use a double (or single, if the hole is not big enough) loop to start your sidewall, then tie into a simple anchor knot. (ECD provides a nice primer here.)
The anchor knot dictates your pocket placement. With it, you can easily change your pocket from High to Mid to Low.
Most heads take about 3 anchors to get to Mid, 4 to low, and 2 to High – , but only if you have a head made for a high pocket, like the Epoch Hawk or Maverik Kinetik.
Once your knots are in place, you have the beginnings of a pocket. After I’ve figured out shape, I like to stretch the mesh out and form it myself (easy way to break in mesh as well). Most mesh nowadays is performance-based (sorr,y wax fans), which brings life to your pocket within about 10 minutes.
Now to the good stuff: 1’s and 2’s.
1’s: This is a simple way to give your pocket true balance. A 1 comes bottom up through the mesh and into the first sidewall hole, and continues down the head until the bottom.
2’s: Basically, when you go through 2 mesh holes. Sometimes you have to just give your pocket a little depth due to mesh style. (Some meshes are stiff to the 1’s, so giving it a little more depth with 2’s will help break in that pocket better.)
Overall, the head you buy is most likely position specific. From the OG Blade to the Mark 2, each head has a different look and feel – and as a stringer, different styles give you different options. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me directly on Instagram.
STX Blog | #StringingHacks: How to Optimize Your Pocket for Your Position
Stringing wasn’t always a priority for Will Madrid. In his early years as a defenseman, Will used a factory-strung stick to protect his team’s net.
It wasn’t until his college coach encouraged him to string his pocket a little differently, based on his playing style and the demands of his position, that he realized stringing was a game-changer — literally.
“The modifications were like night and day. If I had known years before, the game would have been so much easier.”
Yup, that’s the voice of a stringing atheist turned stringing nerd #preach.
After discovering the massive impact of stringing, Will started learning everything he could. He’d practice on pocket after pocket, learning all the nuances based on type of stick, player and position. Pretty soon, he was stringing sticks for the whole team. He started hosting classes and clinics, and today he’s one of the top stringing experts at STX.
We chatted with the string doctor himself to get the scoop on his magic touch. Here are our biggest takeaways, broken down by position – helping you to dominate and #PlayHuge no matter where you line up on the field:
Defense
As a defenseman, playing with a long shaft is a completely different ballgame. You’re constantly battling for ground balls to disrupt the oncoming attack. Because of this, you want to make sure you have a pocket that will help you win the ball every time.
That means you need a high pocket – its deepest point should be closer to the scoop, allowing you to move in swiftly and gain control of the ground ball. Not only will this approach help you to dominate the loose ball, but it will put greater accuracy behind your pass, creating the opportunity for a counter-attack.
For these pockets, I recommend sidewall strings that go from the scoop tip to the throat of the stick. Keeping the top string consistent, create slack by either combining diamonds and stacking them on top of each other sooner, or using more sidewall holes to create a deeper pocket with more mesh in that area.
The distance from throat to pocket should be between 6 ½ to 8 inches.
Midfield
As a midfielder, you want to have a more versatile pocket. While you still need a high pocket to facilitate ground ball play, you also need to be prepared for vertical play more than any other position on the field.
To create a versatile pocket, it should be dropped ½ inch to an inch closer in comparison to a defenseman’s pocket – around 5 to 6 inches from the throat. Tighten the mesh by pulling it ½ inch to 1 ½ inches further down the head, creating a more defined channel for scooping ground balls, while still maintaining accuracy for passing and shooting.
Attack
As an attacker, the pocket requires a little more imagination. If you’re the dodging attackman, you’ll take more checks than others. To combat this additional pressure, you want to deploy a pocket that is closer to the throat (4 to 5 ½ inches), giving the ball a secure resting place. With the low point closer to the throat, the ball has a better chance of staying in the pocket, even against the long shaft of a defenseman.
If you’re a crease attackman who spends most of his time in front of the cage, you want a pocket that’s shallow and closer to the middle of the head. This will allow you to move the ball out of your pocket with greater speed and momentum, into the back of the opponent’s net (you don’t want the ball lodged in your pocket so deep that a defender has time to disrupt the play!).
Last but certainly not least – the outside shooting attackman. Like the defenseman, you want a higher pocket. However, compared to a defenseman’s pocket, you want to add additional whip. By adding whip, you’ll have a harder shot on target, making it more difficult for the goalie to stop the ball.
Looking for some stringing inspiration? MLL athletes share their preferred stringing styles here.
High or Low? What your pocket says about you
You can tell a lot about a laxer by the way he strings his pocket. Is he more worried about ripping a corner or protecting a ball? Is he probably an attackman, a middie, a defenseman?
A high pocket is the best place for a middie to mold their pocket. A middie typically carries his stick parallel to the ground. Therefore, a high pocket allows for the ball to sit easily when a middie runs with the ball. Also, a high pocket enables a quick release. Meaning, the ball will catapult out of the head due to less drag. It is a true shooter’s pocket.
“I use a high pocket because I am mainly a shooter,” said Princeton midfielder and All-American Mark Kovler. “I don’t carry the ball too much so I like the pocket right under the shooting strings so the ball releases from the stick fast. This gives the goalie less time to react and see the ball before it leaves my stick.”
A high-set pocket is also perfect for any defensemen. Defensemen do well with high pockets because it is easier to scoop a groundball. The high set pocket also allows for the ball carrier to feel comfortable when extending his arms to throw or shoot.
Another reason why middies and defensemen prefer high set pockets is because it simply makes ball control easier. It makes scooping groundballs easier. It gives better hold and makes throwing fakes easier. It makes shooting with a quick release easier.
All Ivy-League attackman Craig Andrzejewski said he prefers “to use a pocket where the ball can sit real high in the stick when I bring it back far to shoot. If you have a low pocket the ball will slip out on you before the shot and go over the cage.”
One huge downfall, however, is that a high pocket tends to decrease in depth towards the throat of the head. This can be a problem when you attempt to cradle one-handed.
Low pockets are always perfect for ball carriers, i.
e. attackmen. One benefit of a low pocket is that it is much easier to cradle one-handed. A low pocket rewards the player with exceptional ball control and protection. The low placement ensures an accurate pass off a dodge to your cutting teammate. There is no wasted time with extending your arms back to throw like you would with a higher pocket. Plus, the risk a high pocket player takes is much larger due to the chance of the ball sailing over another person’s head.
“I like a low to mid pocket with a good amount of whip,” said Joe Walters, attackman for Team USA and the Toronto Nationals. “A pet peeve of mine is pockets that do not have a natural channel, i.e. pockets where the ball rolls around. All of my sticks have a natural channel in the mesh, where no shooting strings are really necessary. Having this channel and whip allows me to have great hold and also helps with shot velocity. The low/mid pocket helps with having a quick release. Also, my pockets are not very deep, which also helps with quick release.”
As mentioned above, a low pocket offers optimal ball protection, so you don’t have to look back to see if the ball is on the ground. Thus, you’ll have more confidence running through titanium checks to the goal.
You should also be aware of certain heads that allow a better low pocket. They are typically narrow and oftentimes canted or off-set. Before the Brine Edge came out in the mid-90’s many players had mid-to-high pockets. That was simply due to the fact that it was incredibly hard to find a head where the ball could sit low. In our opinion, the low pocket has revolutionized the clutch player.
Of course, sometimes the pocket, just like the player, can evolve. Former Maryland defenseman and current Tornoto National Joe Cinosky started his career with a middle pocket that has drifted north as his game has evolved.
“The first stick that I ever had was an STX Excalibur with a navy blue DeBeer C405 shaft and one of the guys who worked at the store actually strung my stick for me on the spot.
He strung the stick so the pocket was in the middle, hands down the best stick I ever had. As my game evolved so did my pocket and eventually I made the transition to a high pocket with a whole bunch of whip.”
What do you think? We want to hear from LacrossePlayground.com readers on where they prefer their pockets. Are you a high-, mid-, or low- pocket kind of player?
East Coast Dyes: Start Here
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So you have your lacrosse head and your looking to string it up! This the place to start.
- First you need to choose mesh. I recommend standard size 15mm mesh for just about everyone. I recommend you try 15mm East Coast Mesh. You can buy it at www.EastCoastDyes.com .
You will also need strings to string the mesh. You will need 1 sidewall for the topstring, 2 for the sidewalls, 1 for the bottom string, and another for a shooting string if you choose. You will also need cloth shooting strings. The number will depend on how you choose to set the head up. We will cover this later. You can purchase an entire kit with everything that you need at our website.
For a basic string job you will need the following:
- 1 Piece of Mesh
- 1 Topstring
- 2 Sidewall Strings
- 3 Shooting Strings
- The first step is to string the top string. The first tutorial is a basic tutorial and I recommend it for beginners. The second is a little more complicated but holds the top tighter and looks better.
This first tutorial is for the standard 9 Diamond top string
This second tutorial is for the more complicated 9 Diamond triangle top string
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Stringing the Sidewalls
- The next step is to string the sidewalls. This is where you choose the pocket placement. Each specific head page will have patterns and tutorials for different pocket placements. Below are 3 videos about each pocket placement: Mid, Low, High. I recommend a mid pocket for a player just started or someone that does not know exactly what they want.
- Also I have made videos with pocket recommendations for each specific position.
- You will also need to know how to string all of the knots and patterns for lacrosse. How to string the knots, interlocks, 1, 2, ect will be the first video.
Tutorial: Lacrosse Knots
Theory: Mid Pocket
Theory: Low Pocket
Theory: High Pocket
Pocket Recommendation: Midfield
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Pocket Recommendation: Attack
Stringing the Shooting Strings
- Now that your pocket is strung you have to string the shooting strings. There are three types of shooting strings: weaved, barreled, and rolled. Below will be a video with information about all 3. I recommend weaved for almost everyone.
- You also must choose the type of shooting string: nylon or cloth. I string nylon shooters with sidewall and cloth with hockey lace. These can be purchased individually or in a kit on our site.
- Finally you must choose the shape: straight, U, or V.
Weaved vs Rolled vs Barreled Shooters
Tutorial: Weaved Shooters
Theory: U’s, V’s, and Straights
Tutorial
Bottom String:
- Now you have all of the basic information you need to string a lacrosse head.
Please consult each specific head page for help with stringing the exact head you have!
Please consult each specific head page for help with stringing the exact head you have!Beginner’s Guide: How to String a Lacrosse Stick in 30 Minutes or Less : 6 Steps (with Pictures)
1. This portion is optional as well, I have seen some players play without any shooters, mainly faceoff guys. This is a rare way to play and I wouldn’t recommend it, but it is all about preference. The majority of players use shooters because it allows you to customize the way you throw and shoot the ball.
2. You will use those shoelace looking strings to do this.
3. So, for beginners I recommend that you do not use nylon strings as your shooters because that adds whip to your head and this forces you to throw differently than you should.
4. It does not allow you to follow through and I think every lacrosse should learn the fundamentals before customizing it to you’re the way you like to play no matter what position.
5. With that said, let’s begin with one of two straight shooters. Take your shooter string and choose the first 9 diamond row down from the scoop of the head.
- Tip – It is best to start the shooters on the right side of the head (if the head is facing down, pocket up).
- This is so that the ends of the shooters don’t hit your face when you are cradling.
6. Take your shooter and put it between your mesh and sidewall. Make sure both sides of the shooter are even length.
7. Take the end of the shooter that is facing away from you and pull it up towards you. The other side will go down through the next diamond over.
8. Interweave the shooter across that same row until you get to the other side of head and tie it off with a knot.
9. For the second straight shooter, you are going to do the same thing but on the next 9 diamond row down. So, skip a row and start there.
10. Once that is done, you are going to create your final U-String shooter.
- This shooter will allow you to follow through and give the right amount of whip and control.
11. The curve of the U-String shooter will be based on the next 9 diamond row down taking up three diamonds (picture).
- WARNING – If you are playing in college, then you will not be allowed to use U-shooters as they are illegal
- Two straights could also work depending on how you want to play, so test it out and make your adjustments accordingly (add another straight or a nylon)
12. Now, to create the U-shape, you will see the middle three diamonds and that is where you will start to curve your shooter. (picture)
13. Follow, that row down and diagonally towards the bottom side of the head.
14. Take your string and do the same process that you did for the straight shooters only now you will be going diagonally.
15. Make sure that the shooter curves to create that U-shape on those three middle diamonds and then begin the diagonal path down to the other side of the head.
16. Tie it off with a knot to finish it off.
Congratulations! You have now successfully strung your first lacrosse head. You can loosen your shooter strings if you feel the ball is coming out too early (has too much whip) or tighten them if you do want the ball to come out quicker.
Get out there and practice with some wall ball to break the pocket in and get your stick skills up. The better you get and the more comfortable you get you can tweak this process so it fits your playing style.
Stringing To The Inside Sidewall: #TheGopherProject
Every so often something new comes along in the world of stringing. Someone has a new top string set up or something unique with how they string up a head. Truth be told most of these hit a fad phase and then slowly fade away. For example, the Chenango top string anyone? It was all the rage when it first was strung up and is a functional good pocket but is relatively scarce these days. So, when someone creates a style that not only takes a hold of the men’s game but also the women’s? Then they deserve a spotlight on #TheGopherProject.
Lars Keil is the Godfather (wait, that doesn’t fit…more like Jedi Master) of stringing to the inside sidewall. Let’s go to Lars himself get some background on this.
Kevin Henry: How did you come up with this idea?
Lars Keil: Honestly, the first few times I did the stringing to the inside sidewall, it was because I had either pulled through the sidewall or someone else had and I had to find an alternative where I used the positioning of that specific hole, but was still have to lock the string into that position.
KH: What is the benefit of stringing to the inside sidewall?
LK: It opens up a whole new world of possibilities for pocket shapes. Stringing to the inside allows for an innumerable number of new pocket shapes that were previously a fantasy. It all comes down to where and how the mesh is pulled to and from. Something that I have said for years when it comes to stringing is that millimeters are miles. And when it comes to stringing some of the wider defensive heads, all of a sudden you can have a high bag with a tight channel that you could never have before with stringing to the outside.
KH: What’s the toughest part of learning this style?
LK: You don’t exactly have to start from scratch, but all those old tried-and-true patters you know have to be thrown out the window and you have to learn an all new set of patterns. It is very exciting!
To be completely honest, I have never strung one of these in my life. Once I started framing out this week’s edition of #TheGopherProject here, I knew Lars would be one of the first spotlights so I figured we’d try this together here. So here we go.
Materials for Our Stringing To The Inside Sidewall Project (What You’ll Need):
- 1 Lacrosse Head (men’s or women’s). For this, I’m using a True Key (same one I used in the fade tutorial in our previous #TheGopherProject edition)
- 1 top string (Normal Length)
- 2 sidewalls (for this I used 36 inches but I suggest adding a few more your first attempt)
- 1 bottom string
- 2/3 shooters (your preference)
- 1 True Mesh (kind of hard to do without a piece)
Lars Tips:
- While possible, it is much easier to set up mid to high pockets stringing to the inside than it is to do low pockets
- Keep everything as tight as possible
- Whatever you think is the appropriate length of string, always cut yourself a few more inches, string is cheap, there are few things more infuriating that having to completely redo a sidewall because you didn’t cut enough string to begin with
Step 1: Lars has been incorporating a floating top string lately so I’m using that.
A floating top string is not very different from a normal topstring. The major difference is that the interlocks will not pull the diamond to the plastic.
Gopher Tip: Pull the sidewall as tight as you can and make sure there is no slack in your knots and transitions.
Step 2: Sidewall. Here is where we are the magic happens. Note, for the True Key, there are multiple sidewall holes so if you’re using another head (say the STX Stallion or ECD Rebel) you’ll need to bring the sidewall over the top of the sidewall.
We begin with your basic loop on the 9th sidewall hole. Skip four holes and then begin your SI but bring the sidewall to the outer side of the head and back through the open sidewall above and complete the SI.
You’ll notice the mesh is now hugging the inside of the sidewall and not the bridge.
Now that we got that set, the pattern for the rest of the head is skip, SI, SI, SI, SI, SI, skip, SI, SI, Tie off.
Since this spotlight is for Jedi, it wouldn’t be complete without a pre/post pounding….
Step 3: Bottom String. You can use whatever one you prefer, for this one, I’ve used one of Lars patterns. Start at the first 10-diamond row after the sidewall tie off. Make a double overhand knot and run it from the bottom of the head on the outer throat hole. Loop it around the hole again and weave the bottom string through 5 diamonds down into the 3rd throat hole. Take the bottom string back and up through the second hole and weave through the other 5 diamonds and tie off like the other side.
Step 4: Shooters.
Rolled or weaved, your call. Just remember if you roll, make sure they are tight and to the proper tension.
Step 5: Now I am going to hit the wall and give some feedback on the pocket.
Thanks for reading! Use #TheGopherProject on your string ups to earn a future spotlight or string up of the week!
Importance of Pocket Placement | Universal Lacrosse Blog
You ever see that kid with a really high pocket that probably doesn’t throw and ask why its strung like that. Chances are he couldn’t give you a straight answer. The reason being because he doesn’t even know himself. A lot of people don’t know the importance behind the pocket placement in their sticks. People think high pockets are awesome and will make you shoot so much faster, but if you have no clue how to adjust for the way it performs, it will detrimental to your game.
A high pocket is mostly what offensive middies and some attacks use. The ball stays nice and high in the stick ready for a quick feed to the crease or a quick step down shot. A high pocket should be used by a player that wants the ball in their stick for the shortest amount of time. Defenders use them as well for long clear balls and quick passes so the ball doesn’t take so long to get out of their stick. The downside of a high pocket is that it is very hard to one handed cradle with it. Because the ball is so high its hard for it to drop down and still have room to be secure in the bottom half of the stick.
A mid pocket is a pocket that can be used by anyone really. A middie, attack, defenseman can use them. They are the most versatile and perform the best in my opinion. You don’t have to worry about taking one hand off the stick or anything like that. The release is still pretty quick and with most heads you will get the best looking pocket with a mid.
A low pocket should really only be used by a power attackman that cradles one handed often. A low pocket will hug the ball in the lower part of the head and take a long time to release.
Lower pockets tend to have tighter channels so this adds a little extra drag to the ball too. These are not my favorite pocket because of how long it takes to get the ball out of the stick, but if you’re a player that initiates contact frequently, then this type of pocket is right for you.
90,000 Ways to break in your lacrosse pocket
New lacrosse sticks, or a stick with a recharged pocket, need to be “broken”. The anatomy of a lacrosse pocket determines the track and whip of the ball, and a broken pocket better controls these factors. Lacrosse pockets break or stretch depending on the player’s depth in different ways.
Pocket information
Nylon mesh is more common in lacrosse pockets than woven leather. Nylon reduces recoil and requires fewer adjustments than leather pockets.Mesh pockets are easier to care for than nylon pockets, but harder to crack depending on the thickness and amount of diamonds. The more diamond-shaped threads in a pocket, the more difficult it is to break it, since the pocket is stiffer and better holds its shape.
Men’s pockets
The strings on the sidewall of the pocket can be loosened or tightened until the pocket is at the depth that suits you. To draw out the pocket’s firing strings, press down on it continuously until the mesh looses. The top of the ball should be somewhere between the top and bottom edge of the sidewall, depending on your preference.This can take several days, depending on how committed you are. Dampen the net with hot water to tighten the strings.
Women’s pockets
Unlike men’s lacrosse sticks, women’s lacrosse sticks are virtually unbreakable, as these sticks are usually made of woven leather. Leather pockets are marked to match the pocket as the fibers are malleable. It is easier for the player to catch or throw, but the leather is less effective in controlling the ball while running. Women’s lacrosse stick pockets are also smaller than men’s.
The pocket is at the correct depth if a ball of lacrosse is peeking through the top edge of the sidewall.
Pocket care and replacement
Pockets tend to stretch over the season and need to be adjusted or replaced. The mesh sidewall strings require retightening to adhere to the handle. Leather pockets, which can be tightened in a variety of ways, require adjustment and maintenance much more frequently than mesh pockets. After each adjustment, push the ball into the pocket and toss it around to draw out a new string.
90,000 Buick LaCrosse Hybrid Will Send Mark in Pursuit of Tesla – Auto Review
The third-generation Buick LaCrosse five-meter flagship sedan debuted in America last fall and entered the Chinese market this winter. And now it is here that its hybrid version is presented, and the gasoline-electric LaCrosse is only the first sign. In the future, it will be the Buick brand that will carry Jim’s banner of electrification in China. And this despite the fact that there were no hybrid Buicks in their native America yet.
The first gasoline-electric Buick appeared in 2008 specifically for the Chinese market, it was the first generation LaCrosse with a simple eAssist system: a starter-generator built between the 2.4 atmospheric engine and the gearbox was responsible for restarting the engine after stopping the car and storing regenerative energy in a small battery. The new Buick LaCrosse 30H (the digital index denotes the conditional position of the modification in the range, and the letter H is an abbreviation for the word Hybrid) is only the second hybrid of the brand, but it is much more complicated than the first-born.
An aspirated 1.8 SIDI from a new family of direct injection engines is installed under the hood. The electromechanical variator with two electric motors and an automated clutch (which directly links the combustion engine to the wheels while driving at high speed) is borrowed from the second-generation Chevrolet Volt serial hybrid.
But if the Volt with a battery of 18.4 kW ∙ h can move on pure electric traction, then LaCrosse is deprived of this opportunity, because the lithium-ion battery has a capacity of only 1.5 kW ∙ h.
The recoil of the power plant has not yet been disclosed, but other parameters are known. Average fuel consumption is 4.7 l / 100 km, and acceleration from standstill to 100 km / h takes 8.9 seconds. However, both values are only achieved with a fully charged battery, and the Buick cannot yet be plugged into an outlet. Therefore, in real life, the usual modifications of LaCross with petrol turbochargers 1.5 (170 hp) or 2.0 (261 hp) will be much more dynamic than a hybrid, not much different from it in gas mileage.
But the hybrid LaCrosse will bring a brood of green Buick models to the Chinese market.Over the next five years, there should be ten hybrids, plug-in hybrids and pure electric vehicles at once. Moreover, the next year, an electric Buick was announced with a battery capable of providing a relatively high mileage on a single charge. The Jiemites themselves do not admit this, but it seems that it is a question of squeezing Tesla electric cars in the local market.
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Berlin.Central station.
Trains from Poland come here, and there were two young Englishmen who arrived from Krakow. They look creepy, these teenagers, they are tired, haggard and dusty after ten days of traveling by rail. One of them, Simon, stared blankly at nothing. He has a pleasant appearance: high cheekbones, an imposing, albeit expressionless, nervous face. The station buffet at seven in the morning is full of noise and smoke, and Simon hears with displeasure the conversation of two men at the next table – one, it seems, is American, and the other, older, German.It is he who speaks with a smile:
– You only lost four hundred thousand soldiers.
We lost six million.
The American’s answer cannot be made out because of the noise.
– Russians lost twelve million [1] So from the author. – Hereinafter, note. per. – we killed six million.
Simon lights a Polish cigarette, sees the word Spiegelei on the menu [2] Fried eggs (German). and puts money on the table while waiting for the waiter – euros, pleasant-looking, modern money.He likes the way the designers have chosen the font, simple, without any curls.
– One million people died in Leningrad alone. Million!
People drink beer.
It starts to rain on the street, dampening the gray surroundings of the station.
There was an argument with the waiter as to whether it is possible to get one Kaffeekänchen [3] Coffee pot (German). and two cups. The answer was negative. They will have to drink from one cup – Simon and his friend, who is now at the payphone (their mobile phones do not work here), half-hidden in smoky plastic, and is trying to contact Otto.
Simon thought that the waiter, in his greasy scarlet apron, was behaving like a boor with them. But he pleased others – Simon watched gloomily as he moved between tables, through smoke and noise – for men in suits and with newspapers, and also for the guy who quickly looked up, put on a smile and looked at his watch while the waiter unloaded the tray.
A voice from the loudspeakers starts broadcasting about arriving / departing trains. A harsh, dry voice from somewhere outside, from where the harsh wind attacks the station space.This voice is like a damper on a sound tube – it barks, stops and barks again.
Simon is already familiar with the flowing tonal motif that precedes every voice intrusion.
of this voice and its echo
And this smooth tonal motive, sounding over and over again, seems to have already become a continuation of his fatigue, something that is within him, subjective.
The waiter is downright bowing to the man in the suit.
The life of the station is seething and bubbling like a mud stream.People. People move through the station like a stream of mud.
And again this question:
What am I doing here?
He sees his friend Ferdinand hang up the phone.
It is not the first day that they have been trying to contact Otto, a young German whom Ferdinand met in London a few weeks ago, who said, perhaps, being under a degree, perhaps not even expecting such a coincidence that they could easily hang out with him if them to be in Berlin.
Ferdinand returns to the table with a look of concern on his face.
“Again, no answer,” he says.
Simon smokes and doesn’t answer. He secretly hopes that Otto never shows up. The thought of living with Otto never warmed him. He did not meet with him in London, and everything he heard about him did not inspire sympathy.
He says:
– So what are we going to do?
“I don’t know,” his friend replies. – Let’s just go to his apartment?
He has Otto’s address – Otto is expecting them sometime in April, something like that, sending messages from London on Facebook.
They drive two stops on the Es-Ban [4] City Railway (German), and then they look for this apartment for a long time, and when, at last, they unexpectedly find it, to their complete surprise, – on a dry street in the outskirts of the quarter , – there is no one nearby except a policeman in a green uniform. He is waiting on a flight of stairs, one flight below this very apartment, in the dim light from a high window.
It is not clear what he is doing here …
Maybe Otto was killed?
They are indecisive.
– Tag [5] Good evening (German)., – says the man, and by his intonation they understand that there was no murder here.
They explain that they are looking for Otto, and the policeman, apparently knowing who Otto is, says that he is not here. Nobody’s here.
They are waiting.
They wait over an hour, Ferdinand visits a payphone on the street several times, trying to call people who might know where Otto has gone, while Simon sits on a tile in a huge hallway trying to defeat the Ambassadors [6] Henry James’ novel.in a battered “penguin” edition – the book usually lives in his backpack, in one of the zipped pockets. His tired eyes read the lines:
Live to the fullest; living differently is a mistake. It doesn’t really matter what you do as long as your life is in your hands. If not, what do you have then? I am too old – by any measure for such thoughts. What’s lost is lost; do not doubt it. However, we have the illusion of freedom; so do not forget, as I do now, about this illusion.At the right time, I was either too stupid or too judicious for this, and now this error is causing me to react like that. Do what you enjoy until you reach your goal. For it was a mistake. Live, live!
He takes a pen out of the same pocket in which the novel was lying, and traces these words to the side. And beyond the line, in the margins, he writes: MAIN TOPIC.
Ferdinand returns from the street, wet with a playful rain.
– What should we do? He asks.
Again Es-ban.
The rain is over. They see a lot from the windows of the carriage. A memorial piece of the Wall, heavily painted with psychedelic graffiti. They don’t remember that world. They are too young. There, the sun, on an empty land, shines through the spaces where the Wall used to stand. Sunlight. Through the windows of Es-ban’s carriage, through the streaks of a film of mud, he touches Simon’s closed eyes.
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
The train knocks its wheels, passing over the switch.
What am I
Train slows down
doing here?
and approaches the open-air station – Warschauerstrasse. It’s windy on the platform, and there is wasteland all around.
Wasteland [7] The poem by Thomas Eliot is also called ..
April, the merciless month …
They are in love with Eliot, with his melodic pessimism. They are in awe of Joyce. He is who they want to be – a colossus like him. It was the writers and their books that made the guys friends.And also Shakespeare’s tragedies. And L’Étranger [8] “The Stranger” (fr.), The story of Albert Camus .. And the problems of Vladimir and Estragon [9] Characters in Samuel Beckett’s play “Waiting for Godot.” Waiting for Otto.
Warschauerstrasse. Trains are passing by wildly overgrown weeds. Spring showers beat peeling billboards, flyovers fill the surroundings with the sound of invisible movement.
At Kreuzberg, exhausted, they sit down to dine.
Kreuzberg disappointed them. It was supposed to be a hipster neighborhood, Alternativ [10] Alternative (German). quarter. Ferdinand is especially disappointed. Simon eats calmly – his mouth is beautifully shaped. He expected nothing from Kreuzberg. He did not have any interest in him and considers his friend naive (although he does not say anything like that) for the mere thought of what is interesting here.
While eating, the conversation turns to how much more expensive everything is here than in Poland (they visited Warsaw, Krakow, Auschwitz), although they believe that the price increase is justified, because everything in Berlin is of the best quality.Food, for example. They eat with gusto.
Then suddenly they remember their schoolmates. They are in their last grade, taking their high school diploma this summer and hoping to start their studies at Oxford in the fall. (This is why Simon gleefully scours the writings of Henry James for material related to the International Topic.)
And so, when they discuss different people – all sorts of assholes for the most part – Ferdinand unexpectedly mentions Karen Fielding.
He does not even suspect, easily throwing this name among others, that Karen Fielding is the subject of his friend’s dreams, and in these dreams they talk about something, their gazes are crossed, and their hands suddenly touch, and after these dreams he seems to still feel the touch of her hand, experiencing moments of overwhelming delight.
These dreams he records in his diary, very conscientiously, writing page after page about their possible meaning and about the very nature of such a process as daydreaming.
In the real world, he and Karen Fielding hardly exchanged a word, and his feelings are unknown to her – unless she noticed how his gaze follows her relentlessly – when she walks with a tray through the dining room or when she does a backflip while playing in lacrosse in his soiled suit. In fact, the only thing that Simon knows about her is that her family lives in Didcot – he heard her talking about it to someone – and from that very moment the word “Didcot” acquired in his mind the meaning of a special, mysterious promises.Like her name, the word seems too significant to him to be written down, but one evening in a youth hostel in Warsaw, while Ferdinand was taking a shower, he wrote it, and this made his heart beat faster: It seems pointless to travel around Europe, when the only place I want to be is quiet, provincial English.
His pen is hovering over the page.
And then he wrote that word.
Didcot.
However, her name, which possessed even greater power, he did not dare to entrust to paper.
And now, as Ferdinand says it, Simon just nods and adds sugar to his coffee.
He longs to talk about her.
More than anything, he would like to devote the whole evening to talking about her or hearing her name pronounced over and over again, these four syllables, which, it would seem, contain everything that is worth living for. But instead, it is not the first time that he starts a conversation about the unenviable fate of a tourist.
Ferdinand, meanwhile, is stirring coffee, looking at the table, and listening to his friend, with unhealthy fervor, exaggerate this topic.
What is the tourist trying to do? Seeing all sorts of things? See life? But life is everywhere – you don’t have to wander around Europe to see it ..
.
the only place I want to be
Stopping pretending to listen to him, Ferdinand begins signing the postcard. Postcard with a view of the Krakow Cathedral, black and jagged. It is intended for a girl in England with whom he seems to be flirting, but whom he doesn’t even like too much, but he still thinks the game is worth the candle.He smiles, stroking his massive chin, overgrown with stubble. We both let go of our beards – it sounds so masculine. When finished, he reads it aloud, hoping for the approval of a friend. And then he gets up and goes to the toilet.
While he has been away for a while, Simon sits in a sun-drenched restaurant and watches as a wisp of smoke billows from his cigarette.
Perhaps this fatigue makes him want to scream:
What am I doing here?
He is seized by a feeling of loneliness, indomitable, like a hurricane.His friend, after ten days’ journey, seems to him a source of irritation most of the time. He tried to fake a smile when he read him a postcard and showed him a drawing of a bearded man, made in green ink. And how he pissed with his “Joop”! And then he put it in a locker at the station. And how he lifted up his T-shirt for this fizzle for show! So that the whole world beheld the vegetation on his chest … At such a moment … And such a character turns out to be his friend, companion. An indomitable, like a hurricane, a sense of loneliness envelopes him.
As he watches the smoke rise from his cigarette.
In a sun-drenched restaurant.
In the evening, they visit Otto’s apartment again and see his sister there with two friends in a leather outfit: one, lower, pierced all over is Lutz, and the other, much taller and with a walrus mustache, is Willie. Otto’s sister does not know who Simon and Ferdinand are, but after their explanations, she says that they can feel at home here, waiting for Otto – someday he must show up.And then he says that she is just leaving with friends.
Left alone, Simon and Ferdinand feel at home. The apartment is surprisingly large, and they wander through it, gradually getting a taste, pouring themselves an obviously expensive whiskey and examining the contents of the cabinets. In one, Simon finds a stack of unusual cards. It must be Tarot, he thinks. Turning over the card, he sees a picture with a hand holding some kind of staff. As der Stäbe [11] Ace of Wands (German), written on it. Ace of Wands? It looks like a phallic symbol.Not very subtle. No difference. Nonsense. He closes the closet.
Otto bursts in at about 2 am, sleeping in sleeping bags on the living room floor.
He turns on the light and yells.
He then spots Ferdinand, who looks up. Otto blinks at him and shouts:
– Fuck, dude, you did it!
– Otto …
– Fuck!
“I hope you don’t mind…” Ferdinand begins.
– What the hell are you talking about? Otto shouts.
– I hope you don’t mind that we are here …
– Do you think I’m against it? Otto yells.
– I don’t know …
– I’ve been waiting for you.
Someone else is standing behind Otto, peering over his shoulder.
– Listen, we tried to call you …
– Yes?
– You weren’t here.
– I wasn’t here! Otto is still shouting.
– And you did not answer on your mobile phone …
– I lost it!
– O …
“Yeah, lost,” Otto says in an unexpectedly low, sad voice.- Lost.
Sitting down on the couch, he begins to roll a cigarette, much to the dismay of Simon, who hoped he would just turn off the light and leave.
Otto is wearing a funny hat, and the sleeves of his jacket don’t reach his wrists. His Adam’s apple walks up and down as he glues the joint. It turns out that he and his friend worked as waiters all week at some event in the suburbs of Berlin. While he prepares the joint, Ferdinand never tires of thanking him for letting them stay with him.
“Listen, thank you again,” Ferdinand says, settling into his sleeping bag.
– Come on, damn it, forget it, – Otto waves off, sitting on the sofa in a businesslike way, without taking off his hat.
– And what is there, uh … about the policeman? Ferdinand asks.
Otto doesn’t seem to hear the question.
– What?
– Police officer. Well, you see. Ferdinand points to the almost finished joint in Otto’s hands.
He does not react.
– Fuck him! He says.- He does not care.
– What was he doing here at all?
“My father,” Otto says. – It’s all bullshit.
– Your father?
– Yeah, it sucks. – Finishing the joint, stroking it with his little finger along the edge soaked in saliva, Otto says: – He’s in the government, you know …
– In the government? Simon asks suspiciously. These are his first words to Otto.
Otto ignores him and lights a joint.
Simon didn’t like it right away.And he wants Ferdinand to stop thanking Otto. He himself hardly speaks, and when, after the first joint, Otto invites him to make a new one, he takes everything he needs from him in silence. Otto, meanwhile, tells him not to feel sorry for the “shit”. He and Ferdinand chatter excitedly about mutual acquaintances in London. Then Otto tells Simon to make another joint, and again advises to put more “crap”. They are already sticking out to their full height. Someone turned on the TV and found some porn – some naked chicks in a wheat field or something.Simon doesn’t look. Others look and giggle. Simon notices that Otto’s friend has disappeared somewhere. But he did not see him leave. And he has an unpleasant feeling that he just made it up, that no one else was here. And the rest, meanwhile, laugh, looking at the heifers in the wheat field. Otto stares eagerly at the screen, his eyes glowing, his tongue half protruding from his mouth.
Simon feels weak. Without saying anything, he gets up and tries to walk to the bathroom. And there he forgets why he was walking and stands for a long time, looking at the shampoo bottles and the clockwork plastic frog on the tiled edge of the bathroom.And so he stands and stares for a long time. She gazes at the clockwork frog, at its innocent green face. The sound of the fan increasingly reminds him of sobs.
When he sits down on the living room floor again, about twenty minutes later, Otto asks him:
– How much of this bullshit is left?
“Not at all,” Simon says.
The living room – all in beige and cream tones and oriental trinkets – seems unfamiliar, as if he is seeing it for the first time.
– Did you finish off all the crap?
Ferdinand giggles against his will and repeats all the time:
– Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry …
– Have you finished all the crap? Otto repeats, unable to accept this fact.
Ferdinand giggles and asks for forgiveness.
“Yes,” Simon says. He also burned through the light glossy rug, but decides not to talk about it now.
“Fuck,” Otto says. And then, as if hoping it was a joke: – Che, is it really all?
– True.
“I’m so sorry,” Ferdinand says with an unexpectedly serious expression.
Otto sighs.
“Okay,” he says, though he’s not yet used to the loss. – Your mother, – he says after a few seconds, – you finished all the crap …
Simon slowly climbs into his sleeping bag and turns away from them.They still talk when he falls asleep.
The next day he and Ferdinand leave for Potsdam. And one of the places that Simon seems to want to see while they are in Berlin is the Sanssouci Palace.
They leave Potsdam Station through an exquisitely designed green gate. Then they walk along an alley of stunted trees and see a palace on top of a hill with terraces. At the foot of the hill, a fountain beats high, and white-stone statues of men pleasing women, fighting with each other or nobly frowning at something in the distance are placed here and there in the park, and each statue is engulfed in a kind of sublime madness, frozen among hedges or near a smooth surface decorative ponds.
Simon makes his way through these beauties in long straight paths lined with trees, with fountains at intersections and façades to the sides with a sense of pleasant excitement.
When they reach a summer cafe, they sit down on a metal bench, and he talks about how this whole landscape, like the music of J.S.Bach, expresses the natural order of the human mind.
Ferdinand eats a cake and complains of abscesses on his back that stain his shirt.
Simon has the same problem, but doesn’t talk about it.(Among other things, scrupulousness makes him hide his body from a friend.) So he puts the Ambassadors aside and tells Ferdinand about Frederick Wilhelm, the father of Frederick the Great, and his obsession with his guardsmen: he demanded that they all be very tall, pay special attention to their shape, and when he was feeling unwell he loved to watch how they are marching. All of this makes Ferdinand laugh.
“Just shine,” he says, wiping the remaining oil off his plate with his finger.
Simon calmly finishes his tea and goes back to his book. Evening falls, and they can hardly find their way back. Shadows of statues lay across the smooth lawns.
– What are we going to do tonight? Ferdinand asks.
Simon shrugs slightly, not looking up from the book.
Sister Otto, who was in the apartment in the morning when they woke up, invited them to join her and Lutz and Willie to dash through the city. And Ferdinand now remembers this.Simon is again deliberately evasive. The prospect of spending the evening with Otto’s sister and her friends fills him with something akin to fear, some vague anxiety.
“They’re assholes,” he says, not looking up from the book, “or not?
For most of the day, he and Ferdinand made fun of Lutz and Willie – their leather outfit, their piercings, Lutz’s squeaky laugh and Willie’s drooping mustache.
“They seem to be okay,” Ferdinand says thoughtfully. For the past ten days, he hasn’t spoken to anyone other than Simon.- And Otto’s sister is cool.
– Seriously?
– What – no?
“Well, nothing,” Simon says, turning the page. “Probably.
– Anyway, what else do we do? Ferdinand asks and snorts.
– I don’t know.
“That’s what I’m saying – let’s just have a drink with them,” Ferdinand insists. “They’re not that bad.
– What time is it?
– Time to move back.
– Really? Simon says, lifting his head and looking around the shadow-filled park.- I like it here.
They end up spending part of the evening with Otto’s sister, Lutz and Willie. But Simon seemed determined not to get involved in the general fun. He just sits with a sour face while others are chatting with might and main, and finally Ferdinand becomes simply embarrassed for him – for this detached, stooped subject, quietly drinking homemade wine. They sit in a hippie spot in Kreuzberg, on a terrace under flowering trees that smell of semen.
– What’s wrong with your friend? Ferdinand Lutz asks, bending over to him, his earrings clinking.- He is okay?
Lutz has red hair and piercings all over his face.
“I don’t know,” Ferdinand says in an undertone, but loud enough for Simon to hear. – He’s always like that.
– Then it must be fun to travel with.
Ferdinand laughs back.
Lutz says:
– He’s just so shy, right?
– Maybe.
– I’m sure he’s fine.
“Yes, of course,” Ferdinand nods.- He’s very smart.
– I see.
– And it can be very funny.
– Yes?
– Yeah.
“I can’t imagine,” says Lutz.
His friend, Willie, however, is almost as silent as Simon and is just as stingy with smiles, so Ferdinand, Lutz and Otto’s sister are heard most of the evening. And the conversation, of course, turns to where Ferdinand and Simon visited and what they did there – that is, about the sights, mostly religious buildings.Lutz is pissed off.
– You’ll get to see all this shit when you’re older! – he declares. – Now you do not need it! What do you do in these churches? When the sand falls, then please. How old are you boys?
They tell him seventeen.
“You are still so young,” Lutz says with feeling, although he is no more than ten years older than them. – Have fun, okay? Okay?
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David Soloy
What is a man
Everything has its time,
and everything in the world has a reason.
Part 1
Seventeen, I fell in love …
Chapter 1
Berlin. Central station.
Trains from Poland come here, and there were two young Englishmen who arrived from Krakow. They look creepy, these teenagers, they are tired, haggard and dusty after ten days of traveling by rail. One of them, Simon, stared blankly at nothing.He has a pleasant appearance: high cheekbones, an imposing, albeit expressionless, nervous face. The station buffet at seven in the morning is full of noise and smoke, and Simon hears with displeasure the conversation of two men at the next table – one, it seems, is American, and the other, older, German. It is he who speaks with a smile:
– You only lost four hundred thousand soldiers. We have lost six million.
The American’s answer cannot be made out because of the noise.
– Russians lost twelve million [So the author.- Hereinafter, note. per.] – we killed six million.
Simon lights a Polish cigarette, sees the word Spiegelei on the menu and puts money on the table while waiting for the waiter – euros, nice-looking, modern money. He likes the way the designers have chosen the font, simple, without any curls.
– One million people died in Leningrad alone. Million!
People drink beer.
It starts to rain on the street, dampening the gray surroundings of the station.
There was an altercation with the waiter as to whether it was possible to get one Kaffeekänchen [Coffee pot (German). // Fuyur is originally a coniferous tree with regular branching, in which all “adult” branches are of the same length, about 92 cm, from which we can conclude that one inlar is not a little, but not a lot.
] and two cups. The answer was negative. They will have to drink from one cup – Simon and his friend, who is now at the payphone (their cell phones do not work here), half-hidden in smoky plastic, and is trying to contact Otto.
Simon thought that the waiter, in his greasy scarlet apron, was behaving like a boor with them. But he pleased others – Simon watched gloomily as he moved between tables, through smoke and noise – for men in suits and with newspapers, and also for the guy who quickly looked up, put on a smile and looked at his watch while the waiter unloaded the tray.
A voice from the loudspeakers starts broadcasting about arriving / departing trains. A harsh, dry voice from somewhere outside, from where the harsh wind attacks the station space.This voice is like a damper on a sound tube – it barks, stops and barks again.
Simon is already familiar with the flowing tonal motif that precedes every voice intrusion.
of this voice and its echo
And this smooth tonal motive, sounding over and over again, seems to have already become a continuation of his fatigue, something that is within him, subjective.
The waiter is downright bowing to the man in the suit.
The life of the station is seething and bubbling like a mud stream.People. People move through the station like a stream of mud.
And again this question:
What am I doing here?
He sees his friend Ferdinand hang up the phone.
It is not the first day that they have been trying to contact Otto, a young German whom Ferdinand met in London a few weeks ago, who said, perhaps, being under a degree, perhaps not even expecting such a coincidence that they could easily hang out with him if them to be in Berlin.
Ferdinand returns to the table with a look of concern on his face.
“Again, no answer,” he says.
Simon smokes and doesn’t answer. He secretly hopes that Otto never shows up. The thought of living with Otto never warmed him. He did not meet with him in London, and everything he heard about him did not inspire sympathy.
He says:
– So what are we going to do?
“I don’t know,” his friend replies.- Let’s just go to his apartment?
He has an address for Otto – Otto expects of them sometime in April, something like that, sending messages from London on Facebook.
They drive two stops on the Es-Ban [City Railway (German)], and then they look for this apartment for a long time, and when, at last, they unexpectedly find it, to their complete surprise, on a dry street on the outskirts of the block, – there is no one nearby except a policeman in a green uniform. He is waiting on a flight of stairs, one flight below this very apartment, in the dim light from a high window.
It is not clear what he is doing here …
Maybe Otto was killed?
They are indecisive.
– Tag [Good evening (German).], – says the man, and from his intonation they understand that there was no murder here.
They explain that they are looking for Otto, and the policeman, apparently knowing who Otto is, says that he is not here. Nobody’s here.
They are waiting.
They wait more than an hour, Ferdinand visits a payphone on the street several times, trying to call people who might know where Otto has gone, and Simon, meanwhile, sits on a tile in a huge hallway and tries to defeat the Ambassadors [novel by Henry James.] in a battered “penguin” edition – the book usually lives in his backpack, in one of the zipped pockets. His tired eyes read the lines:
Live to the fullest; living differently is a mistake. It doesn’t really matter what you do as long as your life is in your hands. If not, what then do you have? I am too old – by any measure for such thoughts. What’s lost is lost; do not doubt it. However, we have the illusion of freedom; so do not forget, as I do now, about this illusion.At the right time, I was either too stupid or too judicious for this, and now this error is causing me to react like that. Do what you enjoy until you reach your goal. For it was a mistake. Live, live!
He takes a pen out of the same pocket in which the novel was lying, and traces these words to the side. And beyond the line, in the margins, he writes: MAIN TOPIC .
Ferdinand returns from the street, wet with a playful rain.
– What should we do? He asks.
Again Es-ban.
The rain is over. They see a lot from the windows of the carriage. A memorial piece of the Wall, heavily painted with psychedelic graffiti. They don’t remember that world. They are too young. There, the sun, on an empty land, shines through the spaces where the Wall used to stand. Sunlight. Through the windows of Es-ban’s carriage, through the streaks of a film of mud, he touches Simon’s closed eyes.
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
The train knocks its wheels, passing over the switch.
What am I
Train slows down
doing here?
and approaches the open-air station – Warschauerstrasse. It’s windy on the platform, and there is wasteland all around.
Wasteland [Also called the poem by Thomas Eliot.].
April, the merciless month …
They are in love with Eliot, with his melodic pessimism. They are in awe of Joyce. He is who they want to be – a colossus like him.It was the writers and their books that made the guys friends. And also Shakespeare’s tragedies. And L’Étranger [“The Stranger” (French), a story by Albert Camus.]. And the problems of Vladimir and Estragon [Characters in the play Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett], which they like to imagine as their own problems. Waiting for Otto.
Warschauerstrasse. Trains are passing by wildly overgrown weeds. Spring showers beat peeling billboards, flyovers fill the surroundings with the sound of invisible movement.
At Kreuzberg, exhausted, they sit down to dine.
Kreuzberg disappointed them. It was supposed to be a hipster neighborhood, Alternativ [Alternative (German)]. Ferdinand is especially disappointed. Simon eats calmly – his mouth is beautifully shaped. He expected nothing from Kreuzberg. He did not have any interest in him and considers his friend naive (although he does not say anything like that) for the mere thought of what is interesting here.
While eating, the conversation turns to how much more expensive everything is here than in Poland (they visited Warsaw, Krakow, Auschwitz), although they believe that the price increase is justified, because everything in Berlin is of the best quality.Food, for example. They eat with gusto.
Then suddenly they remember their schoolmates. They are in their last grade, taking their high school diploma this summer and hoping to start their studies at Oxford in the fall. (This is why Simon gleefully scours the writings of Henry James for material related to the International Topic.)
And so, when they discuss different people – all sorts of assholes for the most part – Ferdinand suddenly mentions Karen Fielding.
He does not even suspect, easily throwing this name among others, that Karen Fielding is the subject of his friend’s dreams, and in these dreams they talk about something, their gazes are crossed, and their hands suddenly touch, and after these dreams he seems to still feel the touch of her hand, experiencing moments of overwhelming delight.These dreams he records in his diary, very conscientiously, writing page after page about their possible meaning and about the very nature of such a process as daydreaming.
In the real world, he and Karen Fielding hardly exchanged a word, and his feelings are unknown to her – unless she noticed how his gaze follows her relentlessly – when she walks with a tray through the dining room or when she does a backflip while playing in lacrosse in his soiled suit. In fact, the only thing that Simon knows about her is that her family lives in Didcot – he heard her talking about it to someone – and from that very moment the word “Didcot” acquired in his mind the meaning of a special, mysterious promises.Like her name, the word seems to him too significant to be written down, but one evening in a youth hostel in Warsaw, while Ferdinand was taking a shower, he wrote it, and this made his heart beat faster: It seems pointless to travel in Europe, when the only place I want to be is quiet, provincial English.
“Teen Wolf” Collection on Sterek – Still a regularity
Still a pattern
Author: Astarta_O.about
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Main Characters: Scott McCall, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale
Paring or characters: Derek / Stiles, Scott, Peter
Rating: NC-17
Genres: Slash (Romance) , Humor
Warnings: OOC, Profanity
Size: Mini, 21 pages
Pieces: 1
Status: Completed
The city began to live much quieter, quieter, and to be honest, it is more boring.For three months nothing happened. In the direct, literal sense of the word. Nothing.
After all the troubles that fell on your head in the style of the best books of Stephen King, such silence was perceived as nothing but the calm before the storm. And neither Uncle Peter, nor the returning prodigal beta in the person of Boyd and Erica, could in any way stir up the asleep city. And even the next screams of Scott about Allison and his capture on the border with Nevada could not pull on the “incident of the year.” The calm before the storm was much worse than the storm itself.
Stiles slams the laptop lid shut without ever leaving the next website. Let everything be fine now, quietly, peacefully and no longer be afraid that your best friend will meet you in the backyard, dripping saliva from an open toothy mouth, or that Derek’s already smelling corpse will be found in the room, who flooded the first floor with blood, but you have to be ready for anything. So, just in case.
And no, it’s not paranoia. Not her at all. Although, maybe she.
Outside the window a wind blew, the leaves on the trees stirred soothingly, and through a faded cloud the full moon showed its side.A howl was heard in the distance. And yes, damn it, it’s a lot like “we’ll be careful.” Yeah, but the fact that there are no wolves in California is nothing. One had only to remind the wolves themselves of this, in the end, you never know who can stay awake at night.
We are not burning at all.
The table lamp fluttered a couple of times, still fighting for its life, and then finally went out, dying.
– Stiles …
– God, God forgive me, I won’t! – the teenager immediately jumped from his seat, dropping a chair on the floor and unsuccessfully burying his ass in the corner of the table.
A sullen silhouette stood in front of the window. Although, Derek Hale’s frowning face was almost impossible to see because of the surrounding darkness.
“ To be bitten by fleas, ” Stiles managed, in a futile attempt to calm his shaking heart.
Someone seems to have complained about the lack of adventure?
– Did something happen? He asked again in a slightly trembling voice, mentally recalling everything he had managed to learn over the past three months.
– No, – Derek shrugged and, unable to resist, smiled.And even though nothing was visible as well, a smile was clearly felt in space. Fifth point.
– By the way, there is such a thing as doors. As a last resort, can’t you just knock? In the frame there …
– And so that you put a syringe with aconite tincture, which is in your table, into me, or hit me on the head with a mountain ash truncheon? Does she seem to be under your bed?
“Like it’s going to hurt you a lot,” Stiles grumbles, picking up a chair and sitting down on it. Without the light, the teenager was clearly a little uncomfortable, so he lifted the lid of the laptop, fiddled with the mouse, turning on the screen and almost immediately minimizing the browser window.However, a small blush, which at the same time evenly poured over the cheeks, could not be hidden just as easily.
– And yet, dude, what happened?
“Today is the full moon,” the alpha replied, sitting comfortably on the windowsill and looking slightly mockingly. Thanks even to such low light, for now one could calmly see Hale’s mockingly calm expression.
– I noticed that. But what’s the problem? The guys have already found their anchors, they are looked after, as far as I know, by your inadequate uncle.Residents of Beacon Hills can sleep peacefully. Wait, or did you convert someone else without even consulting old Stiles? Dude, are you really not enough of five teenagers whose hormones jump more often than stock prices?
– Styles!
The guy bit his tongue offendedly, ran his hand through his slightly regrown hair and spread his arms to the sides. Silently asking, come on, dude, tell me why you came. Until the ingenious brain of Stilinski himself came up with a hundred and one trouble that fell on the head of the young alpha, and at the same time with a thousand decisions on how to sort it out.Except that the aliens were still not a solvable problem. Yes, here’s how to tell them to fight? Millions of people around the planet are disappearing without a trace. And there is no need to talk about a terrible criminal situation, which, with all their desire, the valiant law enforcement officers cannot cope with. The corpses, the bodies of millions of people must be put somewhere! And where to? So, this is definitely a matter of little green men. After all, if werewolves exist, why shouldn’t they?
– Peter offered to do a wolf cub training and that’s why I’m here.
– You guard me, like a dragon, your beautiful princess, who herself does not know whether she wants to be with an animal or still with a stupid knight in a tin?
– Exactly, – Derek nodded mockingly and walked a little closer.
– The task of the guys is to find one small, stupid deer and bring his panties. I think you are not eager to strip naked, for example, in front of Erica and shine with everything you can?
For a moment too bright a picture appeared before my eyes, like a blonde, dismissively curling her red lips, holding gray boxers on her outstretched hand.Imagine imagining her expression when she then looked into his eyes, the imagination refused. You never know, suddenly there will be an injury for life and lovely ladies will never be liked again?
“I hate Peter,” was all Stiles could breathe out.
– He has already scattered some weed around your house, so in theory the cubs will think that you are not here.
– Are you a fallback?
– Well, it’s not interesting to leave you completely unprotected.
– I have a mountain ash club!
– Well, yes, I already noticed how you managed to caress me with her, – Derek grinned happily and, in a moment, it became clear that the Hale’s malice was a family one.Just as soon as the problems faded into the background, the flock more or less strayed into some kind of family, and the formidable alpha thawed out like ice cream in the sun. No, he, of course, still sparkled with his fangs and cool eyes-spotlights, swore left and right, once every two days he broke bones for all betas as standard, but only cute things have now been added to this list. Lovely? No no no! It was said adequate, yes! For example, he began to smile more often, relaxed in the presence of the guys, and stopped worrying every second that another hunter would fly off the hook.Or beta. Or a relative. Or someone else, in general, the train of thought is clear? Sometimes he joked like that, scoffed, and most importantly, he became more tolerant of lacrosse. Yes, do not feed the wolf cubs with rabbit meat, let them go out on the field.
– And what to do now?
– I sit in your junk-food-smelling room and make sure no one comes in here. And how do you want to.
“ I’m going to bed, ” Stiles muttered to himself more quickly. Derek just shrugged as he sat down on one of the chairs and pulled out his fancy phone.Within a couple of minutes, he was engagingly clicking something on it.
And this is called protection in our time! Ha!
Although Derek possesses cheating in the form of alpha sensations and, of course, he will smell his own bets three miles away from here, but he could at least pretend that he was very busy. Security, yes.
Grabbing a change of underwear, clean pants, and a T-shirt from the shelf, Stiles throws a last suspicious glance at the frowning alpha and heads for the shower.
Half an hour later, when he returned to the room refreshed, nothing has changed there.And taking into account the fact that the mortal threat now did not hang over anyone, seriously, stolen cowards are not scary, then being alone like this was … to put it mildly, unusual. Also, the embarrassment that crept out of the depths of the soul strove to show itself.
“ Um, ” Stiles scratched his head and froze in the middle of the mess. Derek was instantly distracted from his work, lifted his head and gazed, eyebrows raised.
Yet Hale had an amazing ability – to communicate with people with just one facial expression.This is how it looks and everything becomes clear. True, sometimes he diluted it with a phrase like: “I will gnaw your throat, release your guts and wrap them around my tail.” But this had not happened for so long that it was possible, in principle, not to remember.
– Good night, – Stiles finally found himself and quickly collapsed onto the bed, almost covering his head with the covers. And trying not to think that this time the alpha was wearing a light T-shirt, through which, it would seem, you can see every muscle of the magnificent body.No, that’s definitely not worth thinking about in bed.
Derek just gave an answer in agreement, thoughtfully slammed the lid of his laptop, plunging the room into darkness again and returned to his phone.
Already after five minutes, Stilinski’s breathing evened out, became more calm and serene.
The wolf inside thoughtfully raised its muzzle, sniffed it and again lay down on its folded paws. Full moon or not, the only thing that the beast inside rejoiced, however, like its owner, was the silence that appeared, which was not broken by the flock.After all, a few hours of being with himself, and okay, Stiles already groaning in his sleep, Derek deserved.
And the flock will not hurt. Peter deserves a little fun tonight too. And let it be a hunting game with the rest.
Derek is no longer afraid of being caught, smiled broadly, hid his phone and blissfully closed his eyes. In a word – rest.
In the morning, when only the first rays of the sun began to appear over the city, the alpha got up from his seat, stretched stiff muscles a little and looked thoughtfully at the pen lying next to the chemistry textbook.Lonely. With a slightly gnawed tip. Capless.
Derek picks it up, twirls it deftly between his fingers and, casting a careful glance at the sleeping Stiles, puts it in his jacket pocket. And then he silently climbed out the window, rightly believing that the teenager would not even notice such a small loss.
***
– No Stiles, can you tell me where you were all last night?
– How where? – the guy slammed his own locker and sent the crumpled gum wrapper into the trash can. – I slept at home.
– But we smelled everything in the neighborhood yesterday and didn’t notice your smell!
– Oh, ask the zombie uncle. And at the same time you will tell me later what kind of magic grass he scattered around the house.
– Yes! I knew he was cheating! – Scott recklessly threw his fist up and, in an instant, his eyes lit up, it became clear that today he will seek justice. As if he hadn’t yet realized that there was no point in going against Peter Hale. At least not to Mr. McCall.
Stiles just shook his head imperceptibly.Nothing can fix a friend, however, and no one will give him brains either. But it would be interesting to watch how Peter manages to get out again.
– Will there be training again today?
Scott glanced stupidly for a moment, returning to sinful land, where he had not yet managed to put the annoying relative of Derek in his place.
– Well, Finstock didn’t get sick, of course, he will.
“I’m not talking about that,” Stiles flickers with his eyebrows.
Scott froze in place, then broke into a happy knowing smile.
– Of course! And by the way, I hope you drop me there? After that, I still need to work, I’m afraid I won’t be in time.
“No problem,” Stiles pushes his friend in the shoulder with his fist. How good it is when the interests of friends coincide.
The bell rang and the guys, slightly quickening their pace, rushed to the next lesson.
And at that time, a black Chevrolet drove into the parking lot, not sparing the tires, at full speed. She braked sharply at an empty seat and immediately stopped. Derek stepped out of the bowels of a perfectly clean and shiny car, adjusted his sunglasses, and slammed the door.There was a squeak of alarm, and the next second he was already standing next to the old jeep.
So, the main thing is to behave confidently, as if everything is as it should be. And then no one will guess that it is at this moment that the local alpha, more than ever, is not aware of his own actions.
What’s worse – to steal someone else’s thing just like that, or try to hide it by hiding the evidence in the victim’s car?
Derek stood for another minute, listening to the surrounding sounds, smells and still not taking his worried eyes off the jeep door.
To be or not to be, to return or not?
A handle, stolen not so long ago, firmly heated the thigh through a jeans pocket. If you come with her to the mansion, Peter will probably torment you with questions and his own malice. And for some reason this brilliant idea did not come to mind earlier, when he just thought of stealing someone else’s thing?
Derek again, once for the hundredth that morning, lifted his eyes to the top, but he did not notice anything except the endless blue sky. So, sighing heavily, he grabbed the door handle, pulled it towards himself and whistled in surprise.
Stiles doesn’t seem to take his pills today. Or, he thought that no one would steal such an old car of the sheriff’s son. Chuckling at such rescue stupidity, Derek climbs inside, takes a deep breath, and Stiles’ scent envelops his entire body in an instant. Strong, dizzy and with a distinct aconite note.
The guy apparently carried something dangerous with him, because at night there was no such aroma. But even this rather added piquancy than repelled the alpha. Derek took another deep breath and closed his eyes in sudden lightness.All problems faded into the background, tense muscles relaxed, and my head was pleasantly empty. There was not a single thought, because everything seemed so simple, easy. And if this is so, then why bother yourself with hassles, worries and other manifestations of a not entirely healthy psyche?
Derek opened his eyes, stretched his lips in a completely insane smile and looked at the next seat. On it, in a pile of dirty rags, lay the red sweatshirt of a teenager. She gave off an awful smell of sweat, spilled coffee, grass, and most importantly, Stiles.Already completely losing his mind, Derek slowly extended his hand towards her. With the very pads of his fingers he stroked the fabric, stroked the visible dirty stain from under the drink and, until the brain turned on, grabbed the hoodie.
Within a minute, no one was in the parking lot. Somewhere in the distance, the engine was barely audible, the alpha tapped nervously with his fingers on the steering wheel, and the sun’s rays penetrated through the windows into the closed jeep, illuminating the empty seat.
***
“I hope Derek knocks the shit out of you.” Stiles rubbed his bruised shoulder as he walked briskly into the parking lot.A frustrated Scott trailed behind him. Well, is it his fault that Allison unexpectedly came with Lydia to watch the guys training? Therefore, McCall, who did not expect such a trick, accidentally launched the ball at a friend. With all my might. With all her fucking werewolf super powers.
Stiles once again rubbed his shoulder, winced in pain and already vividly imagined how big and purple bruise would be his decoration in a couple of hours.
“Sorry, you know I didn’t mean to,” Scott apologized again, frowning at his friend.
– Okay, dude, let’s go. It’s just that the next time this shit happens, look where you throw it. Or step aside altogether.
– Whatever you say, – Scott brightened immediately, smiling happily and jumping into the car.
Stiles sat down behind him, immediately tossing his backpack back. He started the engine and then shouted out loudly:
– Scott !!!
A friend jumped up on the seat, grabbed his heart out of habit with his hand and looked with displeasure at Stilinski, who bit his lip.
– What?
– You sat on my sweatshirt! I would look at least where you arrange your butt. No, she, of course, is already crumpled, dirty and has been asking for a wash for a long time, but it would obviously have done without the smell of your ass. How will I wear it?
“There’s nothing here,” Scott replied anxiously.
– How so?
The friend just rolled his eyes and, in confirmation of his words, raised himself, showing that he was not sitting on anything forbidden in the literal sense of the word.
Stiles stares at him for a minute, staring at his friend’s groin with crazy eyes.More precisely on the seat, but Scott was sitting on it now.
– Stiles, you’re my friend and all, but stop it already. You may be looking right through me, but still at me.
The teenager shook his head, trying to get rid of the glamor, and frowned.
– I was just sure that I had left it in the morning, here, but … okay, we passed it. So let’s go, I hope Derek won’t find fault if we are a little late and stop by to buy food on the way? Maybe you will run, fight and stain your things with blood, grass and other devil knows what for almost the whole evening, but personally I will not mind having a snack.Yes.
The jeep slowly taxied onto the road, and then turned on the gas, heading for French fries and other harmful, but so tasty products. Scott for a while fell out of prostration listening to the incessant chatter of his friend. And Stiles himself didn’t know what he was saying, to whom, and why. I just started discussing everything that caught my eye. It was necessary to chat, because in my head there was a complete mess and thoughts, like rats on a sinking ship, scattered in different directions.
First, a favorite pen, which, he remembered exactly, was on the table, now a sweatshirt.Once an accident, two times a coincidence. Maybe the third won’t happen? Lord, even if there was no third! Because in fact, there were not so many options for what happened, and none of them suited him.
He could not forget, confuse, twice in the morning. He drank the pills in the morning, and in general he has never lost his schedule over the past week. The option with madness, dangerous curses, another evil spirits, and yes, all the same aliens, was even more lame.
And who could only need his things, all the more so ?!
Behind all these reflections, Stiles only out of the corner of his mind noted to himself and the bought another muck in the McDuck and an unusually quiet friend who did not even try to pretend that he was listening to him.However, he did not correspond with Allison. I just sat, holding my backpack with my hands, and looked out the window at the forest rushing by.
– Hey, dude, what is it? Stiles asks after a full minute of silence.
– Yes, my head hurts. It smells so bad with Derek that it’s impossible to breathe.
– Hale?
Stiles goggles in surprise, completely unsure how his smell could end up in the car. Could it be because he spent the whole night with him?
– Yes.Can I open the window? – Scott begged and immediately began to lower the glass on his side. He stuck his head out and immediately became like an ordinary dog, and then shouted joyfully:
– It’s another matter!
Stiles chuckles as he drives towards the familiar house. Uncle Peter sat quietly on the muddy steps in a perfectly ironed and clean black suit. He was holding a white cup and saucer in his hands, and when the guys stopped, he just took a sip.
Strange, maybe the British were among his and Derek’s ancestors? The former alpha was too prim.
“Damn,” Stiles said, not wanting to strain his vocal cords. So everyone will hear everything. If they want, of course.
Scott just grunted and the teenagers took their things and got out of the jeep. Stiles immediately glances around, not seeing the black Chevrolet in his usual place. Well, yes, as if you could hide such a beauty under the skinny bushes.
– Is there Derek or what? – After a second he asked, fearlessly stepping closer.
– My nephew in the backyard has been training for a long time, so I would advise you, Scott, to go there quickly.Maybe you can get off with just one broken bone, not ten at once. As for the car, I would also like to know where Derek left it. Because he definitely came on it. And I, as his only relative, would like to know if he hid a freshly eviscerated corpse there? You may need help, too.
Scott grew paler with every word, and in the end he stared at Stiles with his already burning eyes with mute pleading.
– Sorry, dude, but this is not in my competence! – the teenager immediately raised his hands up.- But I can promise that after training I will definitely bring your lifeless body home. And I will not even complain about the unpleasant smell.
Scott sighed heavily, took one last look at Stiles, and went where he was sent. Slightly tilting his head down and terribly stooping shoulders. He still had a difficult test ahead.
– Well, and you, my dear friend, would you like to join in and have some tea?
Peter Hale smiled impudently, showing the even structure of human teeth, which made him involuntarily want to turn around and go to hell.However, this is almost what Stiles intended to do.
More conveniently grabbing the bag of food, he, trying to calm his slightly faster pulse, smiled no less impudently in response:
– I would be happy, but I promised to take the corpse of my best friend from the battlefield. And sitting in the mud, drinking tea, with revived monsters today was not part of my plans.
Peter didn’t say anything to this, just put the cup down next to him. The saucer banged almost silently against the slightly rotted veranda planks.
– Then I will hope that in the near future I will be able to get an audience with you.
– I will relay this to my secretary. But I doubt that in my busy schedule, a “window” will appear.
Peter crossed his legs, folded his hands on his knee and tilted his head slightly to the side, examining the teenager with interest.
“I’ll probably go get my friend’s corpse, as I promised,” Stiles hurried to retreat. It was a little creepy to stand just a few steps away with suddenly serious Peter.
– Whatever you say, – having made some conclusions, Hale smiled.
Stiles nodded to himself and followed Scott into the backyard, where training was in full swing. True, the teenager did not see the point in it at all, considering the only advantage of such killing of time – the opportunity to breathe fresh air in nature.
Finding a relatively clean area on a fallen tree nearby, Stiles decided not to greet everyone just yet so as not to interfere and sat down comfortably, taking a book out of his backpack. Even though there were not very pleasant sounds of the falling of other people’s bodies around, the crunch of breaking bones and the angry curses of the guys, this did not stop the guy from plunging into an unreal world.Even Derek’s heavy breathing, barely audible behind all this confusion, could not prevent him. Couldn’t it? In fact, it was time to quit this strange cravings at every opportunity to check if Hale was alive.
Stiles froze for a moment, closing his eyes and imagining what the alpha looks like now. In his eternal white jersey, stained with blood and mud, rolling muscles in his arms and swollen veins. With a tightly clenched jaw, pursed lips, and widely distended nostrils. The picture turned out so vivid that the guy, opening his eyes, did not even immediately understand – is this still his imagination, or is it already reality? Derek stood in exactly that position, with the expression on his face, as Stilinski thought, and glared at Isaac, who whimpered at his feet.The guy crouched on his knees, carefully nurturing his injured hand, from which blood was plentifully dripping onto the ground.
“Show-off,” Stiles muttered under his breath, looking at the book again, but now feeling someone’s gaze on him. Damn, he said it out loud ?!
– Want to join? Derek growled.
Stiles looks up again, staring straight at the alpha, by the scruff of the scruff of Isaac on his feet.
– Um … hello?
– Is that all? Derek asked a little more calmly, raising one eyebrow.
“ Probably yes, ” Stiles nods immediately.
Scott, holding his hand to his injured stomach, behind his alpha’s back, nodded gratefully. An unscheduled break for the jaded bets proved to be an important respite.
– Let’s continue, – again turning back to the guys, Derek said and moved on Boyd.
Stiles just rolls his eyes, continuing to think to himself that this sounds too much like a game for anyone else. And absolutely trying not to think, when he had so much time to study Derek that he could now read his expressions with such ease and could even predict them.
No, that was definitely not worth thinking about.
There is another crunch, a cry of pain, and Stiles goes back to the unfinished book. By the end of the week, an essay still needs to be submitted on it, so the evil sheriff, if his son brings home a negative assessment, was more terrible than all alphas, along with their burning eyes, sharp claws and endless love of destruction.
By the way, about the alpha, still wondering why they smelled so much of a jeep?
Stiles is distracted once again, staring unobstructed at Derek.Well, he couldn’t have taken his dirty sweatshirt! Why is it needed?
That’s right – there is no need.
The guy shook his head, driving away unnecessary thoughts and again went deep into reading.
***
Not that Stiles used to complain a lot about the lack of trouble. And even if he did complain, now he was ready to take all those terrible words back.
Methodically, one by one things began to disappear from his room. Unremarkable, maybe even unnecessary and unnecessary in most cases, but they disappeared without his knowledge! And if at first you could only thank the unexpected thief, because the trash and garbage became much less and you didn’t have to strain yourself, but when the necessary and sometimes favorite things began to disappear, it made Stiles think.For example, about who it might be and where to run for help. Because, oddly enough, but the beloved Google, which almost never let it down, just now decided to do it.
Stiles tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the steering wheel, cursing Scott. The friend flatly refused to drop by for a visit, because he was mired in Miss McCall’s errands. The severe punishment due to the terrible grades strained Scott’s friend more than he did.
The song in the receiver changed to a more cheerful one, and the guy closed his eyes, exhaling heavily.It was too embarrassing to ask someone from the pack, to turn to Peter was like announcing to the local newspaper, and that is why the most extreme option remained. Derek. And the question is, how to lure him into his own room, so that he stands, breathes and quite by chance might ask, why the hell does it smell like someone else there? Or, in the worst case, the pack leader could be offered exactly what he had been demanding from Stilinski for a week now, fangs and eyes flashing. Namely, silence and promises that for five whole days a teenager will not come to training and generally appear in sight.He could not have held out longer from the center of all events, and Derek. And it’s not like Stiles himself doesn’t mind taking a break. Because of Scott, he had to come to the old mansion every night and, as he deeply suspected, that was why he now had wet dreams twice as often. Well, of course, if you listen to groans, screams, sighs in the evening and see enough of someone’s rather sickly, sweaty and shiny biceps, then you will not dream of that. BDSM-style porn directors would die of envy if they knew what Stilinski’s dreams are.But this is if during training, of course, you do not look at the open wounds of the guys. Although, it is not a fact that they would help. Damn, at this rate a little more and you can officially become a pervert, with strange tastes. And in this case, the hope of sleeping with someone falls at times. Because one thing is an ordinary teenager with no experience, and another thing is the sheriff’s son, who might very well want to play harder. For example, it became unrealistic to look at the same chains without a shudder and a riser.
Bloody werewolves!
– Styles? What are you doing here?
The guy jumped in surprise and his heart beat in his chest with renewed vigor, sending adrenaline to every cell.
– Is this a family trait you have, to sneak up and scare you ruined panties? – the guy licked his dry lips and looked at Derek. Hale just raised an eyebrow in surprise and leaned against his hood, folding his arms across his chest.
The teenager once again swallowed noisily, no longer straining about the fact that the werewolf perfectly hears, smells and sees all his reactions. And then he got out of the car, slamming the door loudly.
– Why, I decided to visit …
– At nine in the morning?
Hale grinned widely, feeling as calm and serene as ever.Stiles only smelled like himself, there were no hunters or other packs around for a long time, and even the omegas stopped wandering into the property. So, it was interesting to listen to why the teenager woke up so early on the day off.
Stiles hesitated for a minute, not knowing how to phrase the question correctly. At least, how to do it so that it does not resemble a request to stay for an hour by an ordinary mongrel, which is only needed to sniff other people’s socks and follow the trail.
– Well, so …? – Five minutes later, Derek pushed him to talk.
– I, – scratched the top of Stilinski’s head, – decided to ask about the training. Will she be today?
– And just for this you came here? Hale asked incredulously. – But what about the miracle of technology – the telephone? Didn’t think of calling?
– Maybe I wanted to make sure that you were alive and you were not hanged on the nearest bush, – the teenager snapped and put his hands in his pants pockets.
Derek’s face went completely confused for a moment, as if Stiles was confessing his love to him now, rather than joking as usual.But then the alpha pulled himself together, chuckled at some thought, showing a white-toothed smile and unstuck from the car.
– In the evening, at six o’clock. As usual, – he finally answered the question and, without waiting for any reaction, went towards the house.
Stiles was about to call him, he even opened his mouth to scream after him, but noticed a small rag sticking out of the back pocket of Derek’s pants. A very suspiciously familiar gray rag with a yellow pattern on it.
It seems that it was these cowards that he missed in the morning, and that is why he decided to sort out all the garbage that was going on.And actually turn to Derek, who seems to have committed all the thefts.
Damn, damn, damn!
Stiles kicks the wheel of the car in anger, immediately runs his hands through his hair, vowing to himself that from now on he will grow it. Because the fuck in his life, as it turned out, never went anywhere. And so I wanted to pull out a tuft of hair from impotence.
The bloody stalker that left Stiles almost without his belongings was the alpha of the local pack, Derek, his mother Hale.
You can’t think of a worse situation.Or is it still possible?
Stiles tilts his eyes to the side, noticing the impudent grin with Peter leaning against the tree. No, it could have been worse.
Trying to pretend everything is fine, and he just didn’t realize who was following him for days in a row, Stiles slowly and with dignity climbed into the car. I started the engine, drove out onto the road, and only then allowed myself, along with surging thoughts, to whine quietly.
Derek, it really was Derek. And it was this bastard who stole his underpants today, which, by the way, Stiles remembered very well, were not very clean.To put it mildly. And just thinking that Hale probably heard and saw what they smelled like …
In general, the picture of how Derek could smell his underwear caused a very unhealthy reaction in the body.
He groaned again, flashed off the road, stopping on the side of the road, and lightly pressed his head on the steering wheel. Not such a development of events he expected, absolutely. And in this case, there was not a single idea in the poor brain.
How? What for? Why? What the heck?
Perhaps it would be better if they were aliens.Compared to Derek, who reverently stole T-shirts, pants, pens, chemistry notebooks and his favorite underpants, the little green men seemed an easily solvable problem.
***
Derek paced nervously from corner to corner. Derek was nervously clutching other people’s underpants with traces of dried semen right on the Batman logo. Derek once again didn’t know what the fuck.
In the corner, on a small table, Stiles’ things were piled up in a small mountain. And Hale still couldn’t figure out what was happening to him.Why, every time he smelled Stilinski, he wanted to take a thing, smell it, distinguishing the smallest notes of aromas, and then take it for himself. After all, not once, not two or three times this has been repeated. And that’s what it came to.
Derek brings the squeezing rag to his face, sniffles slightly, catching the scent of Stiles, sweat, arousal, and whatever else he can’t find the words to say. Maybe it was because of this that he was attacked by an unknown disease, from which, it was worth admitting, smacked of a mental deviation?
Only this was not enough.
Derek threw his panties on the table, hitting exactly the top, and hurried out into the fresh air. There was already one crazy alpha in Beacon Hills, so I didn’t want to repeat the situation. And if so, then he will have to understand everything that is happening, if he does not want to spend the rest of his days like a beloved uncle.
So it’s decided that after practice it’s worth hugging Stiles in some secluded dark corner and finally talking. It is quite possible that something worthwhile will even come out of this.
***
Stiles opened his eyes when it became impossible to sleep any further.The neck was terribly numb, the leg ached, crushed by something, and in the background the quietly playing music annoyed me to horror. Like the sun, which stubbornly shone directly into his eyes, although he deliberately closed the blinds for the night.
Stop.
Stiles opened his eyes instantly, not understanding why he was sitting in the car, in which car and where she was actually going. And then he spotted Derek, grinning insolently, and utterly pleased with it, and let out a breath of relief almost imperceptibly.
– Fuck, – in a husky voice from sleep, he said and wrapped himself tighter in the blanket thrown over him.
“Good morning to you too,” the alpha greeted him too cheerfully and happily.
– Is this a kidnapping? He covered Stiles’ eyes with a hand to escape the sun and looked down. It turns out that his leg was crushed by his own backpack.
– No. I’m a kleptomaniac, as it was said in the laptop, which you forgot to turn off. And that’s why it’s not a kidnapping. I just … got your hands on you?
Derek obviously liked everything that was happening, because almost tangible was his pleasure, delight and just universal calm from the fact that right now he stole the sheriff’s son and took him … but actually where?
– Have you forgotten that the entire state police are already following in our footsteps? Derek, if you wanted to go to jail so badly, you could say.I myself would have pinned a couple of crimes on you, not all Scott has so much fun.
– No one will rush after you – the alpha answered nonchalantly, taking off his sunglasses and giving them to the teenager. “I left a note for the sheriff and Scott agreed to cover up. Get used to it, for this day you are only mine.
“Fucked up,” Stiles repeated with feeling, putting on the outstretched item and immediately burrowing into his backpack.
– I also grabbed a couple of things from you so that you can change. But I’m sorry, I chose it according to my taste.
Stiles wrapped himself in the blanket a little tighter, regretting that this particular night he decided to sleep just in his underpants. And then he looked into his backpack with interest, pulling out his not favorite jeans (they were too tight, fitting so that it was almost impossible to walk) and an ordinary dark T-shirt, which just magically did not have time to wrinkle. But at the bottom of the backpack, he found all the other items previously taken away from him by the crazy alpha.
Including the slightly crumpled, beloved Batman boxers that some haven’t even washed.
Crimson with embarrassment, Stiles pulls out his clothes and shoves the backpack away under his feet. No, it was clearly worth talking about, but I really wanted to pretend that nothing super strange had happened at all!
– So why did you decide to take me into slavery for the whole day?
Derek shrugged his shoulders, smiled even more seductively and only then replied:
– I’m taking you on a date. And preferably where there will be no insane amount of prying eyes.
– Date? – the teenager hiccuped, pressing his clothes closer to him, as if it was she who could save him from the obviously distraught alpha.
– Stiles, – Derek stretched out a little hoarsely and already openly sexually, stopping the car on the side of the road. “Is that what surprises you that I’ve decided to ask someone out on a date whose smell drives me crazy?”
– Do you like me?
“Sometimes you can be impenetrably stupid, just like Scott.” Derek shook his head, still in good spirits.
Stiles tries to say something, but looks at such a happy face and changes his mind. Okay, one time the taunt can be passed on deaf ears. Instead, he hurried to straighten his own things and, throwing the covers back into the back seat, began to dress. Under the burning gaze of the alpha, which did not take an interested gaze from him for a single moment.
Stiles licks his dry lips, trying not to think about what this whole situation looks like from the outside, and quickly pulls on his shirt.
“Sneakers downstairs,” Derek prompts him hoarsely, and Stiles, already openly embarrassed, reaches for them, praying to all the known gods to give him patience. Well, at the same time, the strength to hold the tongue, which was so eager to ask something. Stiles didn’t even mind saying the cherished phrase out loud, but only one thing stopped him – he himself didn’t know if he wanted to hear the answer to his question.
– Stiles, – once again held out Derek when the guy tied all the laces he knew in sea knots.Anything, just not to raise your head.
And when did the situation turn in a similar direction?
A song played in the background in his head, displacing all common and not-so-healthy thoughts, and leaving Stiles surprisingly naked. Without the ability to chat non-stop, but feel uncomfortable and it didn’t help at all.
– Stiles, – the alpha called once again, and when the guy finally raised his head, he almost collided with Derek leaning towards him with his nose.
Derek, who looked at him with slightly clouded eyes, greedily inhaling the scent of someone else’s body, and barely perceptibly smiled.
The heart in the teenager’s chest beat with renewed vigor, betraying excitement, fear, and an absolute lack of understanding of what was happening. It seemed like it was just a dream. Good or bad, but only a dream. Because in real life, Derek Hale will never look at him like that, showing with all his appearance that he wants to kiss.
And it will definitely not be, like now, kissing. Slightly biting, holding his neck with his hand and licking incredibly gently. And sure enough, the real Stiles would never groan in response, closing his eyes and letting in someone else’s tongue.
Derek moved away from him only after ten long minutes. Or twenty.
But they had exactly sixteen kisses with all stops, Stiles counted. He also noted that Derek’s heart was beating as fast and loud as his own at hand. And if he were a romantic young lady, he would even say that they fought in unison. But he was just Stiles and that’s why, after all, he said the first thing that came to mind:
– Dude, that was … cool …
Derek just grinned back, wiped the corner of his mouth where it glittered with his thumb saliva, and again drove out onto the road.
***
Stiles, at first in disbelief, stares at the endless expanses of water, at the yachts in the port, and only then at the insolent Derek, thrusting his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. Maybe Stiles wanted to touch the tight ass too, apparently already his boyfriend.
Damn! Seriously? Guy ?!
Stiles shook his head again, but no one disappeared anywhere and the hallucinations, if they were them, did not disappear.
– And why did you bring me here?
Derek frowned a little, and with amazing obedience for the hundredth time during the trip he repeated:
– To go on a date with you.
– And for this it was worth trudging to San Francisco? – the guy shook his head, still considering it not the best idea. You didn’t have to go that far to have fun.
– Well, – held out Derek, throwing his hand on the guy’s shoulder and pushing him to go in the right direction. “It’s just that my uncle just bought himself a yacht in San Francisco, the keys to which I… borrowed yesterday.
– Stole again ?!
– Well, I’m a kleptomaniac, – clearly content with the new status, answered Derek and stopped.
Stiles, without even trying to throw his hand off, pressed against his warm side and looked at the miracle of technology for which Peter had forked out.
A long white beauty stood on the pier and literally begged to be able to go with her to the Pacific Ocean. Stiles looks at the yacht like a hypnotized one and Derek just can’t deny himself the pleasure of kissing his temple, at the same time inhaling such a pleasant smell.
Stilinski trembled slightly in his arms and, with a gambling gleam in his eyes, looked at the alpha again.And there was so much in this look that Derek was once again glad that he had succumbed to his intuition.
And at night, when, instead of talking or another stolen thing, he took Stiles himself and a little earlier, when he simply pocketed the keys from Peter out of harm. Although, if you remember how his uncle smiled last week, he certainly thought about such a turn of events.
– And we will climb it?
– Exactly, – Derek smiled, again looking at the seductively flickering tongue, – and not only that.
Stiles blushed slightly, bit his lip nervously, and shot his eyes towards Hale. And then he returned to examining the yacht, but without that crazy brilliance. Gradually, but surely, his mind began to be occupied with completely different thoughts.
“This is a motor yacht,” Derek began helping the teenager climb aboard. Anything, so long as the guy is not so obviously nervous. And if chatter helps him, then he can talk a little.
– Absolute 64 FLY, almost twenty two meters long, five wide.And it can accommodate eight people at once.
– I hope all these people won’t be here now?
Derek smiled again and opened the cabin door with his key. Stiles slips inside like a mouse and starts looking around enthusiastically. It was easy to read on his face how much the teenager wanted to touch, touch and just feel everything. And all these cabinets, a table and a sofa, and most importantly, a steering wheel. Stilinski’s carnivorous gaze did not hide a single speck of dust in this entire beautiful place, and Derek even felt a slight pang of jealousy.The guy has never looked at him like that. But, this is fixable, isn’t it? Because if you do not take into account all sorts of trifles, such as the complete theft of Derek, from the guy himself to the yacht, then one could say that the teenager already really likes this date.
– It’s gorgeous! Stiles found himself, waving his arms ridiculously, and gently ran his hand over the nearest couch.
He was full of emotions and smelled so nice that Derek, resigning himself to his role as a psychopath-thief, came a little closer.He sniffed the air, inhaling the scent, and then hugged and kissed Stiles. Hands, as usual, as if it were necessary, lay on the hot lower back, and the tongue slipped inside, immediately meeting with weak resistance. Derek growled softly and hugged the guy a little tighter, losing his head once again. Feeling hot and cramped in his groin, and struggling to pacify his own wolf who really wanted to lick Stiles from head to toe.
Hale growled softly, realizing that a little more and his head would float along with brains and endurance to distant distances.Stiles was in his arms, warm and pliable, and he smelled so bad that it would be a sin to refuse.
“You haven’t seen everything yet,” Derek said without hiding the lust in his voice and pulled the slightly taken aback Stilinski down. There, where the alpha knew, was a bedroom with a large and insanely comfortable bed. One on which it will be possible to decompose this restless boy and fuck him until he loses consciousness. It was a great plan.
Going downstairs, Stiles also looked at everything at first and constantly touched by touch, but when his gaze fell on the bed, he froze.Looking from this giant monster to Derek, he already opened his mouth to say something, but was insolently gagged with a kiss. Hale in just a few seconds managed to approach him and now slowly, studying and being content with it, he kissed. At the same time, he carefully stroked the protruding shoulder blades on the back, crumpled a T-shirt in his hand, and held it by the back of his head.
Stiles just mumbles something inaudible in response, pulls Derek closer to him and gives himself completely to the sensations. As if by a click, all the thoughts from my head disappeared and all that was left there was a drunken, airy and light desire from which an electric current flowed through the veins instead of blood.
Heat was building downstairs, threatening to rip his jeans, and Derek couldn’t enjoy the tacit consent. He crumpled his hands around Stiles’ ass, licked his lips and put painful marks on his collarbones and neck.
Stiles, not wanting to stand like an idol and give all the laurels to Derek, tugs at the ends of his shirt, lifting it higher and higher. Exposing a beautiful area of skin, cubes of the press, which I really wanted to taste. To which I wanted to touch, outlining each with my fingertips, feeling the warmth of the skin.Derek just growled in satisfaction, removing the rag completely and undressing the guy in the blink of an eye.
It was definitely a dream. And these hot big hands, and eyes, from the gaze of which threw heat, and heavy breathing, which settled on the cheeks, neck, shoulders.
Derek, pressing, ran his palms over his shoulders, dropped to his chest and pushed, forcing him to fall onto the bed. Stiles puts his hands behind him and lifts his head slightly, knowing full well where this is going. And damn it, this is the best Hale could have come up with to compensate for this past nervous week.
“I was going to take you on a date first,” Derek whispered excitedly as he hurriedly untied the teenager’s sneakers. “But you smell so much that I’m afraid I’ll spread you out on the first surface. And I will insert without preparing. Although, if you lick your lips like that again, then this is exactly what I will do.
Derek raised himself a little, quickly taking off his jeans and shoes and remaining in only his underpants.
“You’ll bite your lip like that again and I’ll make you scream until you hoarse,” he whispered in Stiles’s ear, “and I myself will fuck you, feeling all the heat and tightness of the sweet hole.And all you can do is moan and put yourself under my caresses, asking for more, begging for relaxation.
Stiles swallowed nervously, too vividly imagining this outcome. And he licked his lips involuntarily.
Derek’s eyes turned completely black due to a flooded pupil, and the next moment the guy was already completely naked on all fours, resting his face on the pillow.
And Hale, Mr. Equanimity of the Year, stretched his buttocks, running his tongue down his lower back. Biting gently on the skin, pulling it back and running your tongue over the newly affected area.And he was breathing so hard that his heart was about to jump out of his chest, because no one had ever wanted Stiles so badly.
Nobody wanted it yet!
The guy groaned a little louder and grabbed the edge of the bed with force. What a pity that it was not possible to get to the groin, because it seemed that only a couple of movements were enough for him to finish.
– Have you already stretched yourself? Derek growled dangerously, circling the entrance with one finger. Stiles blushes, buries his face in the pillow and refuses to answer.It was terribly embarrassing to talk about this despite the state of affairs.
And Derek just grinned, slightly pressing on the entrance with his finger, penetrating inside and immediately leaving again. There are wet smacks, sucking sounds, and Stiles squeezes his eyes shut for credibility. If he turns and looks at Derek, he will end in the same moment, because even his imagination refused to draw such an erotic picture. And I didn’t want to end my first sex in my life.
Derek, meanwhile, with already wet fingers, gently pressed on the entrance and, just as slowly, inserted two at once, resting his nose on his left buttock and inhaling greedily.
Stiles tries not to think about what scents there might be and only whines softly as he feels a third finger enter. And at the same time, realizing that a slight pain on the verge with pleasure turns on much stronger than the newest porn from Scott’s collection.
Derek squeezes his buttock with one hand, pulling it to the side and staring in fascination at the red, contracting edges of the entrance, which so tightly wrapped his fingers.
-Archg, Stiles groaned as he hears them go out of him with a slight squelch and feel offensively empty.I really wanted to return this state of fullness, although it was far from ideal. And I also wanted to touch the languishing penis, from which lubricant was slowly dripping, staining the sheet, but Derek, of course, did not let this be done. Breathing heavily, he forced the guy to stretch his arms slightly forward, and then squeezed his wrists with his palm, fixing them in one position.
Stiles screamed slightly when he felt Hale slowly penetrate him, but he didn’t feel the pain he expected.
– Hush, – Derek whispered in a barely audible tone and cupped his earlobe with his lips.Stiles lets out a muffled sound, breaking out in sweat and biting his lip until it bleeds.
“I won’t hurt you,” the alpha barely managed to utter, and the guy glanced down at his own thigh, which Hale grabbed with a steel grip. Even with a dim gaze, black snakes were running through the werewolf’s veins.
Stiles exhales heavily, getting used to it all at once, and licks a drop of blood. Derek breathed a little harder in his ear, overlapping even the insane heartbeat in his chest, and slowly began to move.Like a sadist, almost completely leaving him and immediately again pushing his hips towards him, but so slowly and slowly that his brains melted, and dark circles danced before his eyes.
– Today you will end without hands, – mixed with Stiles’ moans, Derek said and squeezed his thigh almost to bruises, – Spread your legs wider, baby …
Derek gladly quickened his movements a little, continuing to hammer into the pliable body, and, finally, feeling the very smell that drove him crazy for so long.
Aroma of insolence, relaxedness, complete dedication. The same scent that Stiles barely let anyone smell, and which the alpha is now swimming in with his head.
It took just the realization of this and Stiles to end with a hoarse exhalation to make himself shudder in orgasm.
For some time they froze, hardly moving and only getting used to the usual air around, the peaceful rocking of the yacht on the waves and the general hoarse breathing.
“Chuvaaak,” Stiles drawled rather.And Derek suddenly for a moment introduced himself to a huge purring cat, who finally got what he wanted.
The wolf growled inside its fullness and fell on its side, sticking out its heavy tongue. However, he would definitely not refuse a couple more visits.
Derek gratefully kissed the guy on the salty shoulder and walked out of him, feeling the semen begin to flow out next.
– And then what? Lolling in a star pose, Stiles asked, flushed.
Alpha just turned his eyes, examining him and slowly stroking someone else’s chest began:
– You can wash, get dressed, and still go for a ride.
– And? Stiles gives in a bit after the removed hand.
– And then go to the second round.
– I agree! But on a small condition. ”Stiles frowned slightly, trying to look stern, but in his naked state, it was in vain.
– And what is it?
– You won’t steal my things anymore, I’m serious!
“Okay, now I’ll only kidnap you,” Derek laughed, drawing him into a kiss again.
Ptah and other American auto industry [Archive]
In general, I lived and was a month.And something bored me. I decided to look for problems on my ass. I hardly ride fusion, I have driven less than 300 miles in a month, the rest is on a motorcycle. And then there was an automatic letter from the rental company came with a reminder to renew the contract. Well, I decided to roll up there because there was nothing to do, and not to renew it by phone.
By the way, about fusion. I used to admire his submachine gun so much, but after the fifty submachine gun and the escape that didn’t hit the dirt with the submachine gun, the fusion submachine gun no longer seems so fast-firing. Maybe it will kill you, of course, but the fact is a fact.How the feeling of cars changes over time, after riding on new models!
I come to the rental, and I understand that there is a terrorist war going on. Car manufacturers terrorize customers by placing bombs in their peaceful souls in the form of new models. Well, damn it, you can’t do that with the shattered psyche of car lovers. And it is still neshenl that keeps the all-round defense from these terrorists by purchasing a limited number of models. But gradually he surrenders to the onslaught …
I walk past a row of cars, and I see a nice looking face.Dodge darts. The outside is beautiful. Inside – too. Moreover, the interior is very high quality. But, judging by the sound of the engine and the variator, you should not expect a perky drive from it. But outwardly good, devil. Nearby are the new nissan altima. It’s good that in the initial configuration. Go ahead. Oops! Venza! And even in full minced meat. In the thieves’ parking lot, it is true, but it was theoretically possible to take it. Now it is not included in the plans yet, but for the future I noticed it. You have to go for a ride, and either calm down or get sick …
So, what kind of face is this? Yeah, old-new friend – Malibu 13 model year.She was so lonely, the color was beautiful, the equipment was pre-complete. She hasn’t given me peace of mind for a month already. He sat, fidgeted, turned on everything, tried to move, then back, then again … With the thought that I would regret it, I take the keys and go to re-register my fusion.
You can argue with me as much as you like, but outwardly a Malibu is more beautiful than a fifty. Unlike her, the Malibu does not evoke feelings of the type: endure, fall in love, the car is good. From the front, it looks epic. I mean, something like an epic.In my opinion, the front end is visually overweight. But everything else looks good. Even the taillights in real life look quite nice. But the car looks larger than the Camry. Even larger than a plump magpie. I heard that the Omerikos scold the new Malibu for being Asiatic. It really is, but Toyota needs to seriously think about the design of the Camry when restyling the fifty.
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By the way, her body is completely new, and not just a new skin hung on an old small body, as I thought before. Compared specifically. The body is not only well-cut, but well-welded. The gaps are uniform and small. Less than fifty. The gap between the front door and the wing is covered with a seal.
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The trunk is smaller than that of the Camry, but more regular in shape.Compared to the old Malibu, the lid is now of a normal size and is easier to load. Hidden hinges. There is a step in front of the rear seats.
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Opens from the outside with a button in the stop signal.
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When opened, the lid soars smoothly into the air, not like a Camry.
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Under the floor a dock and a tool. The balloon wrench lies in a pile pouch, which in turn is tied to the spare wheel axle. Cheap and effective: nothing rattles. For lovers of hardboard in the trunk of the Camry, I specially photographed the malibush version: honeycomb plastic)))
In general, everything is done smartly, and better than that of the Camry. True, less voluminous. There is no noise in the same way.
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True, there is a great chance that cars will go to Russia with a full-size spare wheel, and I will have a slightly different trunk design with a flat floor, without a step
Under the hood is freely located atmospheric inline four 2.5 liters with a capacity of 197 horses and 191 newtons of torque, available at 4400 rpm.Thumbs up. But 6 cylinder motors, I brush away a tear, won’t be anymore. At the top will be a 2-liter turbo four.
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Well, we walked around the bush, it’s time to go to the salon. We pull the door opening handle, it strikes back with a dull pleasant sound. So, come on again. I slam the door… Wow! Not a juicy bmvshny smack, of course, but not bad enough. Tugged the handle of a nearby Camry, hitting the body like a tin. And why? And because the Chevrolet put the rubber bands under the handle. Well, the metal of the outer panels of the body is clearly felt thicker. When tapping the panels, the sound is mostly dull.
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The door itself feels solidly heavy. It is clearly fixed in intermediate positions. Damn, sheer pleasure!
True, the doors do not slam like a refrigerator, which the Camry can boast of, but you still need to slam a little.Moreover, the driver’s door is slightly stronger than the rest.
The door upholstery is beautiful and modern, with handy bottle pockets. Finishing materials are very good by the standards of non-business. The entire upper part of the armrest is made of soft plastics. I liked how the opening of the lock was implemented when the doors were locked. The first movement of the opening handle unlocks the lock, then we release the handle, and with the second movement we open the door. As soon as you move a little, the lock is locked again. Conveniently! In short, the theater begins with a hanger, and the salon from the door, and here a Malibu is better than a Camry.Perceived more solidly.
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But there is one thing that is very important for us. The doors are trimmed with velvet fabric on top, which adds solidity and acoustic comfort, but in Russia it will be like this: winter, day, thaw, night, frost, morning, try to open the door.
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Salon. Nice, modern, well-finished. Not like a Camry. The salon of the fifties in the pictures looks better than live, right there everything is a bunch. I really like the structure of the front panel, despite the cobra-shaped center console. The plastic of the torpedo is soft, so it’s nice to touch it, not just to stare. Only here the tidy visor let us down. It is not frankly cheap, like a blotch above the center console of the Camry, but worse in quality than a torpedo. It is not soft, but soft-touch, although it is stitched with real threads.
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At night all this splendor has ambient lighting.
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The Opel steering wheel is good. Grip, optimal section, buttons and joysticks are convenient to use.But the devices are, I think, the main puncture in the interior design. Moreover, not their shape, there are no particular questions here, but the quality of execution. High cost, if you like. All the same, the tidy is the face of the salon, and you look at it for an hour. For such a beautiful and high-quality salon, the devices are rather rustic. You definitely need to better finish the dials and hands with edging, use better materials, more expensive (or expensive looking) finishes. The tidy of the fifty is better, despite the blue displays.
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By the way, about displays. The Malibu, unlike the fifties, has great high-resolution displays. The on-board computer shows all the necessary data on the tidy. If desired, the entire machine can be converted to the metric system.At the same time, not only will the miles-gallons-pharyngeates change, but the speedometer will also begin to show in kilometers.
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The trip computer itself is controlled from the left steering column lever by a button, a twist, and a button at the end. Not very convenient on the go. But you don’t really need to change anything on the go.
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The center console flows smoothly to the armrest. This design caresses my eyes.It is crowned with the head unit display. The display itself is folding, behind it is the glove compartment. But this automatically means that the GU is spaced out from the screen, and you just wave it at some kind of Alpine.
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The GU screen is very good. The only thing that can be complained about is that it stands flush, and not under the visor. All the dust is visible on the glossy frame. The Chevrolet May link has slightly poorer graphics than the Ford multimedia, but it works without any brakes at all.In the menu, you can customize a lot of useful things. And yes, starting from a remote control drives. This was a good reason to take the Malibu, because it is already cold at night.
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The system can be controlled by voice. For example, you can say the name of a specific song, and she will play it from an iPod or flash drive. You can ask to switch to the radio, or to the phone. The system does not understand the Russian spoken language, but it shows the Cyrillic. I like the sound, but only with the bass twisted to the fullest, otherwise it’s not enough.In the past Malibu, even the Bose sound was disgusting. By the way, the sound settings are different for each source.
Synchronization with the phone is complete.
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Let’s go below. The GU and climate control buttons look nice, but damn it, until you touch them. Again, tactile sensations do not coincide with visual ones.The complaints are not about the operation of the buttons, everything is clear here that the buttons, that the steering column switches work with excellent clarity and feedback, but to the coating. It feels a little rough and cheap to the touch. When you rotate the volume control, the backlight runs like lights. Climate readings are displayed at the bottom of the HG screen only during adjustment. There is no such home screen, where all the main parameters are displayed at once, as done on a Ford. I liked the work of the climate. The temperature gains and holds well, there are no vortices in the cabin.Ventilation grilles are made of high quality, nothing backlash. But Ford is better.
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The automatic transmission selector moves in very sweeping steps, which is not very convenient. The lever itself and the movements are of excellent quality, delicious. But in the manual switching mode, it is too carried back, the hand does not rest on it in any way, the wrist at best.Switching is done with a rocker key from above. To the right of the selector, the button for the electric parking brake is modestly pressed. When starting off, it releases automatically. Well, the toy is interesting, of course. But for me personally, he somehow does not care, only potentially unnecessary hemorrhoids, if the design turns out to be unreliable. Mo to me, one way or a normal handbrake. Or whatever it is. All the same, I never put cars with an automatic machine on the handbrake, but I use it only in motion.
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Cup holders are closed with a sliding shutter, in the armrest there are GU connectors and a socket. The volume of the armrest is not great, it itself moves forward. Convenient niches are made on the sides of the center console.
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Glove compartment 2. Right very modest size, and the left one rests on the knee. To open it, you need to remove your leg.
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I didn’t like the eyeglass case. It is not deep enough, and is molded into a lock. The result of this is that the glasses always fall on the lock with the temples, and the case does not close.We have to correct, but this is an extra glance. Not finalized. It opens, by the way, with a button, not a click-clack, which would be more convenient.
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The illumination in the visors is well done and comfortable.
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Seats are finished with fabric and leatherette. I like both the profile and the upholstery. The profile distributes body weight well, and the upholstery is tenacious.The fit is comfortable, the range of adjustments allows you to choose the optimal position of the seats and steering wheel.
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Foldable rear seat. The locks are very well made and thoughtful. It is very convenient to use, and a red flag indicates the opening of the lock. The profile is also very comfortable. Armrest with glove compartment. The distance for the legs is slightly less than in the previous Malibu, but there it is excessive.
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All windows have an automatic lowering machine, but none of them has an automatic lifting device. The pinch protection is poorly done. The glass does not slide back, and the force creates a very large one.
But in general, the Malibuha puts the Camry on the shoulder blades throughout the cabin. For nishtyaks – too. As with any Camry classmate, the Malibu can be stuffed much cooler at the limit. True, at the same time it starts to cost inhumanely. I’ve gotten into a few things here, but it’s still obvious that the Camry’s interior is much poorer, and I just approached it with less demand.
So how is it all on the move? Pretty good. True, the feeling that I got into the car a class higher, as it was the last time (http: // www.camry-club.ru/forum/showthread.php/6693-Ptakha–other-American-autoindustry?p=388957&viewfull=1#post388957) did not appear for me. The reason is that the car has a completely different character. If earlier the Malibu Bula was soft and quiet, now they decided to make a worldwide suspension. Pretty tough. Because of what the little thing on the road is repeated quite thoroughly and with the appropriate soundtrack. This is not to say that it is noisy in the car, rather, we can say that it is quiet, but the joints and chipped on the asphalt are transmitted to the salon too noisy.The Camry is here, with its suspension, as if it has a thin down padding between the springs and cups, and soars above the road. Malibu goes like a glued one.
I liked the power plant very much. The engine feels noticeably more powerful than the Camry. Beats more energetically at the bottom, and not so fade at the top. Although the Camry feels lighter and more agile, the Malibuhi’s acceleration is more intense. She polishes dry asphalt without any problems from a place, a Camry can only do this when starting off with a simultaneous brake and gas.In general, after a 6-cylinder Ford, I do not feel defectively seyab. But, however, where all the fun has just begun for the excellent Ford four, here it ends sadly in a 4-cylinder. The machine works very well. It switches quickly and to the place, actively brakes with the engine. It feels good with moderate braking. You can feel the downshifting gears and feel the deceleration transmitted by the engine and gearbox. But there are also some unpleasant moments. Sound design.I don’t like the sound of the engine at all. I would not say that it is much noisier than that of the fifties, but the timbre of sounds it more resembles a forty. That is, it hums unpleasantly between 2 and 4 thousand, which is the most used range. At fifty, the sound is softer, if not quieter, which I like better. The second point is vibration. Fifty when standing on the drive practically does not have any vibration, in the Malibu it is well felt. After the Ford, in which you can put a coin on the edge, it is especially noticeable. But the Malibuha pulls, I repeat, better than Kamryatinka in almost all modes.In terms of efficiency, something like that. Camry may be more economical, but only slightly.
The steering is quite sharp, the car reacts to the steering wheel actively, and without slowing down. The Camry pays for its soaring gait with a roll preceding the steering. But I didn’t like the amplifier. The steering wheel is not clean, viscous. And the effort I would like to be smaller. Still, Toyota made an excellent power steering for the Camry, which does not lose to Ford’s. And here – not that. The amplifier does not dispose to fast taxiing, which is strange with such a suspension and also a shame with such a power plant.This would be a Kamriev amplifier …
Traction control is simply turned off with a button, while holding it for a long time, stabilization is also turned off. By the way, traction is quite liberal, but at the same time delicate. And it gives rubber to grind, and cuts off the fuel supply smoothly, without failure.
The brakes after the reference Ford do not seem to be sufficient. That is, it is impossible to control the deceleration with the power of thought. The fifties really liked the brakes, but I switched to it from the last Malibu, so I can’t compare it purely.But in general, the car does not provoke to actively nimble, despite the powerful engine, short steering and dense suspension. Power steering and brakes knock down the driver’s ardor. But the car is very stable. In corners, no slower than fusion, if not faster. But not so nice.
The interior on the move behaves less monolino than the Camry. I can’t say that there are a lot of crickets in it, but in both fifties I had one cricket in the A-pillar. Here the interior creaks a little harder. The general background noise is roughly comparable to 50, plus / minus.Only the engine hums unpleasantly. Not loud, but unpleasant. Why then did they make such an advanced muffler?
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By the way, I removed the side of the rear seat – the arches are bare. So, there is potential for Shumkov)))
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It smells like a brand new Chevrolet in the cabin, by the way, not so much as a Ford but the smell is quite specific. Kamryatinka somehow did not bother at all with the fragrance of fresh formaldehyde.
So what we have. Another world car. Interestingly, Wagen went on the way back, and makes special cars for Omerika, and Ford and Chevrolet went into the world. Well, Toyota as it was. It has remained so, only with trim levels it plays depending on the market.
As for the Malibu and Camry, we are under pressure from the image of Toyota as an unbreakable car, and the general perception of Toyota as a brand, almost prestigious. If we were to distract from this, then the machines are very worthy of each other. Malibu offers better interior, more beautiful design, more stuffing.Toyota instead offers better refinement and balance of what it has, even if it has less and all in a controversial design. In terms of reliability, I think, it is about parity now. Malibu, after all, is a Korean car, which means that modern yapas are not inferior in this quality. As for me personally, I would still prefer a Camry, probably. Although, if you look at where I started this story … In short, I will have to ride a Camry in a couple of months. I wonder how she will be perceived after the Malibu.On the Camry, I sat down from the trade wind, which I did not like at all, and there were decent units in front of the Malibu. For me personally, the quality of the interior and the different pribluda are an important thing. But what I know for now absolutely for sure is that while I would not give up the Malibuh at 50. But this is about rental, not ownership. With ownership, it is more and more difficult, since the stakes are higher)))
At the end of the door, a Chevrolet is now gluing such a sticker. I wonder what will be glued to the Malibu sold with us? From Korea with love, or will they start collecting in Russia right away?
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