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[icewindandboringhorror]

I got these shoes from someone recently but thought they were way too plain looking, so I set out on a quest to customize them with some sharpies and charms and miscellaneous ribbon I had in my craft drawers. Mostly sky themed (clouds, rainbows, rain, stars, etc.) because that's my favorite aesthetic, but I had to include some cat imagery as well, of course lol.

[4am-enha]

enha when: they find you crying.

genre: fluff, enha scenarios, fem reader, she/her pronouns used.

pairing: enha member! x reader!

warnings: “kys” phrase used once!!, mentions of blood and injury, bullying, anxiety, breakdown, swearing, suggested romantic relationships (if you’re not comfortable w that).

description/tags: each enha member finding you upset, hurt, or crying, and doing their best to make it better like they always do. short scenarios/imagines, ot7 enhypen (but specific member for each scene), comforting, gentleness, tooth rotting fluff, pet names, hand holding, hugging, etc.

Heeseung - overwhelmed from school work.

The noise that echoed throughout the house from the excessive force you had used slamming your laptop and yelling was concerning- concerning enough to cause Heeseung to rush into the room and look at you with his confused, darting “Bambi” eyes.

“What was that?” He asked worriedly, scanning over the area quickly for anything that might’ve broken, or even worse, harmed you.

You deflated in your chair with an intense frown that would most likely cause you future wrinkles. You put your head down into your arms and sighed followed by an angry grunt. Honestly, you felt like bursting into tears, and that’s exactly what happened next. The tears began to escape, and you were the most obvious crier ever.

Heeseung immediately bent down to your level and rubbed your back slowly for a minute before getting the courage to ask something, “did something happen? You can talk to me.”

“I hate this fucking professor,” the frustration was very evident in your voice, “they just keep piling up assignments like it’s some sick joke and I’m just done with it!”

Heeseung flinched at your tone but let you rant, listening very carefully to what you were upset about, and trying to figure out how to help you out just a bit.

You felt like pulling the hair from your scalp, “I can’t keep doing this Hee, it feels like just when I finish one, I get a new one. I don’t even get the chance to feel accomplished for just a minute because I just have more and more to do. It never ends.”

Heeseung nodded, “how much time do you have left for this one?” he pointed at the paper all crumpled up (from your mini breakdown) beside your laptop.

“This one is new so I have a few days.”

“So you have time to take a little break then?” He put out his hands for you to grab.

“Just a little I suppose,” you took his offer of hands and he pulled you up softly into a hug.

“Come on let’s go on a walk, the fresh air will do you good my little maniac,” he snorted, and you slapped him harshly on the arm, not finding it funny- yet not being able to stop yourself from letting a little smile slip.

You got your jackets and shoes on and started to walk down the street together; Heeseung sulked a little bit when you had not held his hand again right away.

It wasn’t too dark outside yet, but it was getting there. As winter was coming to an end it started to stay lighter outside for longer, and a lot of people were spotted walking their dogs in the evenings more often now. It wasn’t warm enough yet, but it wasn’t too cold either. It was refreshing.

Heeseung kept looking over at you, staring, and smiling. You pretended not to notice at first because you didn’t want to embarrass him, but it was painfully obvious.

“What is it?” You finally whined out, smiling at his almost sickly bashfulness.

“I love you smart girl” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear, while pulling out a singular flower from behind his back for you.

Jay - injury.

The pain was agonising, and it felt as if your knees and palms were violently throbbing.

You were innocently roller skating around the block like you usually did on the weekends when you had abruptly tripped on a small dent in the pavement, causing you to be flung unpreparedly forward and your hands and knees had gotten the worst of it all as you tried to stop yourself from facepalming the ground completely.

You cried involuntarily from the deep pain, but you cried harder when you had dared look at your injuries which looked like something out of a zombie movie- all scraped up and leaking a worrying amount of blood. God knows if some of the pavement and rocks had gotten into it as well. You could only imagine the infection you were about to face.

Jay came flashing around the corner like his life depended on it. He had come with you today (and thankfully so), but he didn’t really like skating so he decided to just walk behind you. He had let you get ahead out of his sight for just a minute, but of course that is when you had to fall, when he wasn’t there beside you.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” Jay sat down on the pavement beside you, carefully bringing you closer toward him in order to hold you.

“It hurts really bad Jay,” you sobbed, wincing each time you tried to move.

“Stop moving. Is it okay if I lift you?”

You shook your head, “you don’t need to,” you tried to get up yourself to prove a point, but you wailed more as your knees trembled in pain.

“Please let me help you,” Jay pleaded with sympathetic eyes.

Jay wiped his thumbs under your eyes softly, wiping away your tears and analyzing your face. His mouth slightly lopsided, not finding your fall amusing for a mere second because of the pain you were feeling from it- even if your clumsiness was adorable to him, and he loved being this close to you

“Fine,” you said under your breath, feeling guilty that you were so helpless to yourself right now, brushing Jay away from your burning face before it became obvious you were flustered by his actions.

As soon as he got the okay, Jay propped you upwards gently and lifted you slowly into his arms, carrying you bridal style down the streets back to your house, where he planned to nurse and spoil you like a princess.

Jay was extremely concerned at the nastiness of your wounds. He always promised himself he would never let you get hurt as long as he could help it. He mentally slapped himself for not being there to stop you from falling- even if it wasn’t really something he could’ve helped.

“This is embarrassing, everyone is looking at us right now,” you mumbled.

“You should get used to it, this won’t be the only time I carry you like this,” Jay winked, smirk on his face.

Jake - bad week.

As you arrived home, you dropped your bags and things onto the floor a little less organized and with less care than usual.

“Jake?” you called out, wondering if he was home yet.

There was no answer. You must have gotten home before him today, which usually happened when he got busy.

You made your way to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water, turning it on, and prepping things to make a hot tea for yourself. You really needed it today.

This whole week had gone to shit. It started off with some major mistakes, bad sleep, and had ended with a Friday full of your boss scolding you.

You were pretty sensitive, so it wasn’t easy to take on, and hiding your upset and disappointment was getting harder.

You zoned out into your thoughts as you stared blankly at the wall, patiently waiting for the kettle to finish boiling.

A pair of familiar arms suddenly snaked around your waist from the back, making you jump.

“Sorry,” Jake giggled, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I thought you weren’t home?” you questioned his lack of response to your call out of his name not too long ago.

The loud ass noise the old kettle produced must have covered up the sound of Jake approaching behind you.

“I heard you, I just couldn’t answer because I was taking a phone call from work,” he apologized.

You nodded with understanding, continuing to make your tea silently.

“You know, you’ve been awfully quiet recently,” Jake rested his chin over your shoulder sensing something was off, hugging you from behind.

(an: in the words of sunghoon- “how romantic”)

You let out a long sigh and fought back tears from the thought of it all, but you lost that battle.

Jake immediately sprung up a bit at the sound, pulling you into a hug, “bad week?”

All you could do was nod.

“It’s the weekend now my love, let’s do something fun,” Jake whispered and ran his palm over the back of your head in a way of comforting you.

“How about we get dressed up and go out to eat?”

Jake knew you loved doing that, because you were always doing it with your besties. You put so much effort and time into your appearance and took pride in it- and Jake admired it. You always looked so beautiful in every way to him.

“That sounds good,” you perked up a little.

“Let’s do it then. Come help me pick out an outfit,” Jake smiled and grabbed your hand eagerly.

“Wait- I need to finish my tea first,” you pulled back.

“Okay then, after your precious tea,” he chuckled, “can you maybe make me one as well?” he clasped his hands together in anticipation, hoping for a yes.

“Of course,” you laughed, finding it cute.

Sunghoon - someone else upsetting you. (TW!!)

“You’re so unfunny,” your ‘friend’ rolled their eyes at you.

You were admittedly a little hurt by that, but you tried not to take it so personally. They were always like that with you, and it was probably just some harmless joke.

You had met up with a friend to hang out for a bit while you waited for Sunghoon to come pick you up a little later.

You never really hung out with this friend often, probably because you always felt uncomfortable around them when it was just you two.

When you were out in your whole friend group, they never acted like this.

Though technically, it wasn’t just you two today. They had invited their crush, who they obviously liked, but wouldn’t admit it. Your friend insisted that they were just friends too.

Bored, you picked up the last brownie from the plate and began to eat it when you felt a pair of eyes stuck on you annoyed.

“I was about to eat that one” the crush of your friend hissed.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know-“

“Whatever. Literally kill yourself,” he blurted at you suddenly.

“What?” you glanced over to your friend, half expecting them to stick up for you and say something, but instead they just giggled along and encouraged it.

You put down the brownie, feeling guilty and now very hurt and a little intimidated. Those kind of ‘jokes’ weren’t something you took lightly for personal reasons.

“In what place do you think you stand to say that to her?” an angry voice came from behind you.

It was Sunghoon, he was early, and had heard everything.

“No go ahead and say it again,” he snapped at the pair sat in front of you sarcastically.

“I said-“ the guy began again, not phased by him yet.

Sunghoon swiftly grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt, causing panic.

“What?” sunghoon spat, “you said what?”

The guy just shook his head in fear, begging to be let go.

Almost not wanting to, Sunghoon finally let go, “go home to your disappointed mothers, you sad fucking lowlifes,” he turned to you and grabbed your hand, walking away, “come on, we got better things to do.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly as you walked beside him back to the car, not sure how to process it all.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you, “don’t you ever apologise for shitty people like that.”

“Thank you,” a few tears fell from your eyes.

“You don’t need them. You have me,” he hushed you, “let’s get ice cream on the way, I’ve been dying to get that coffee one again, especially with you,” he smiled at you sweetly.

Sunoo - too anxious to order.

Golden, crispy fries. That’s what you had a sudden craving for, and you could have it- if you would just order it.

But right now, it felt like your feet were glued to the ground and that the counter was miles away. You felt yourself freeze up at the thought of going to order it, repeating the script over and over that you had made up in your head that you were going to use when you ordered.

Ordering sounded like such a simple task, but your anxiety made it feel like a punishment. This happened way too often, and it was such a problem, you often missed out on the things you wanted.

Sunoo looked over to you glancing at the stall, your hands tugging at the hem your own shirt, obviously holding back from something.

“You want some fries don’t you?” Sunoo spoke up, startling you.

“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled.

“It’s okay if you want some, I’ll pay if you don’t have the money,” he smiled, suddenly feeling through his pockets for cash.

“No money isn’t the problem,” you sighed, “it’s fine let’s just keep going.”

Sunoo looked you up and down, you didn’t look like you really wanted to continue on, in fact it looked as if you were mentally beating yourself up about it (which you were), “are you sure?”

“Do you think they have a self service thing? Like at the mcdonald’s?” you kept your eyes on the stall.

Sunoo laughed, “no silly it’s not some food chain, I don’t think a local food stall is that advanced. Come on I can tell you want some,” he dragged you with him up to the stall.

When it was your turn to order, you suddenly froze up.

Then, it made sense. It hit Sunoo exactly why you were so hesitant to go and buy it. You were too anxious, and Sunoo not only felt like a fool for not noticing sooner, but also guilty for forcing you into the situation by accident.

“Do you want the ones with cheese?” he asked you, reaching for your hand secretly, and squeezing it comfortingly to remind you he’s there.

“Huh?”

“Cheese or no cheese?”

“No cheese-“ you answered him with a very confused tone.

“She’ll have the original fries please” Sunoo started ordering for you. It made you smile when you realised that he was aware and understood you.

Shortly after, he collected your fries and you felt yourself almost drooling you were so hungry for them.

“Uh-“ Sunoo cut you off and swung them away from your reach, “taxes”

“What?”

“Since I bought them, I get to eat the first one- it’s a tax” he giggled.

“Okay okay fine.”

Sunoo selected a fry and held it up to your mouth, indicating for you to eat it.

“What about the tax?”

“I’m giving it to you” he smiled, “eat!”

You ate it happily with a wide smile plastered on your face that lingered for the rest of the day.

Jungwon - mental breakdown. ( !! TW !! )

Jungwon was peacefully finishing the episode of the show you had both started watching together. It was just him watching it now, because you had gone upstairs moments ago saying that you weren’t feeling too well. He had asked if you needed anything, but you insisted you just needed to go to sleep- so he let you.

Jungwon couldn’t help but feel like he kept hearing a noise that wasn’t coming from the TV though. It made him pause it a few times and listen out for it.

At first, he convinced himself he was just mishearing it, so he would continue the show- until he finally caught it with the show paused while he was going to make himself a snack in the kitchen.

It was coming from upstairs, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. He was sure you’d be asleep by now, so he didn’t think it was you making any noise. Maybe it was though, so he decided to check. Just to make sure you hadn’t fell or anything like that.

“y/n?” he called out as he slowly made his way up the stairs.

The noise got louder as he approached the top, and that’s when he heard a bone chilling scream come right from your room.

In a slight panic, he quickly walked over to your room and knocked lightly, “y/n? are you hurt?”

There was no clear answer, so he hesitantly walked in. He didn’t want to intrude but he also didn’t want to just leave encase something serious had really happened. Always better to be safe than sorry right?

Luckily, you weren’t hurt- at least not physically from what Jungwon could tell. There you were sitting on the floor, fingers tangled in your hair, sobbing. It wasn’t a normal cry though, Jungwon could tell you were feeling something deeper right now.

“What’s going on?” he made his way over to you, sitting beside you, gently prompting you to stop tugging on your hair.

You sobbed harder and said some things that weren’t very audibly clear. You were in a messy state of breakdown. That was now obvious to Jungwon, so he was careful with his actions. He didn’t want to upset you any further and was trying to respect any boundaries you might have right now.

He let you cry out what you needed to, and simply just listened and stuck beside you until you became calmer, rubbing his thumb on your hand as he eventually held it (when he thought it was appropriate to do so).

There was no specific reason behind your breakdown, it had just come on suddenly- and it wasn’t something you could help. Jungwon knew that, so asking you what was wrong wasn’t the best thing to ask right now. He knew you probably weren’t willing to talk about it yet.

Instead, Jungwon explored around your room, looking and grabbing things. You watched him curiously, a lot more tranquil as you focused on him, just wondering what he was up to now.

After a few minutes, Jungwon came back over to you, laying a blanket over your shoulders and making sure it covered you up. Then, he arranged your plushies around you and handed you a few of your favorites.

“We’re here,” he smiled, looking at you and moving your hair away from your wet face, “it’s going to be okay now.”

‘We’ must have meant the group of teddies accompanying you both.

He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight, “I love you sweet.”

“I know” you teased, making him smile again with a small scoff.

Niki - misunderstanding.

As you stormed past him, Niki instantly knew you were mad.

“Hey, what happened?” he chased after you.

“YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED,” you yelled back at him, deliberately trying not to look at him.

“I really don’t, I promise!” Niki was more confused than ever right now. He couldn’t think of anything that he could have done to upset you like this.

“The fucking audacity you have,” you pointed at him aggressively.

“y/n. I want to listen to you, I do,” Niki began, making you stop yelling for a second, “but first I need you to calm down-“

“CALM DOWN?” you hated being told that.

“Okay maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say, that’s my fault, but please hear me out,” he pleaded, a little scared and worried he had just blown his only chance.

You stopped, folded your arms, and stared at him with a pissed expression, “go on then. Explain.”

“When I said calm down, I meant that I just wanted you to talk to me, in a way I can fully understand you without starting arguments,” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

You took a breath in, “Okay.”

Niki nodded, “let’s go sit down and talk.”

You agreed and followed him to the chairs.

“I understand you’re angry with me, and I know it must be frustrating that I’m asking you why, when I should be aware of doing something like that, but I am being completely honest when I tell you I am misunderstanding you. So please, explain to me, so I can correct it,” Niki stated calmly.

He was now surprising you with his communication skills. You felt a bit stupid now, like you’d been very childish. It made you feel a little guilty, so you worked with him now.

“I saw a notification on your phone, from a girl, telling you she loves you with a bunch of hearts. I don’t recognize the name,” you admitted, still bitter.

“Okay, let me see,” Niki pulled out his phone and clicked it on, displaying the notification. He held back a laugh.

You noticed, and it blew your short temper again, “THIS IS ENTERTAINING FOR YOU?”

“No love, it’s just, that’s my grandma..” he snorted a little.

“Let me see,” you snatched it from him- feeling like he didn’t see it properly.

“I don’t believe you,” you stated unconvinced.

“That’s okay, I can show you,” Niki opened up his phone and pulled up the messages. He scooted a little closer to you so you could see it clearly.

He was right. Now you felt even more stupid.

“Here,” he handed you the phone, “you can have it as long as you need to. I don’t mind what you do- just please don’t harass my grandma,” he joked.

You handed it back to him, “no it’s fine. I trust you.”

“Listen y/n I know you might not trust me fully yet because of the way you’ve been mistreated by others in the past, but hopefully I can prove myself to you soon,” he smiled innocently, “in the meantime, please talk to me first?” he held out his pinkie.

You linked yours with his, making a promise that you’d communicate like this from now on.

“Thank you for giving your trust to me though, I won’t take it for granted,” he pecked your cheek swiftly.

“It’s not that funny,” you mumbled at his giggles.

“No it’s not, it’s just you’re so cute when you’re angry,” he laughed a little more, causing you two to wrestle each other.

feedback and notes are always appreciated ! let me know what you thought of this. :) if you read them all- which one is your favorite?

note: ello ello! if there’s any mistakes i apologize. i decided to write something in this kind of format again after it came close to first on the poll i did not too long ago. thank you all for your constant support and a special thank u to the followers that i now recognise because i constantly see their username pop up in my notifications <3 i love you!! i hope to be more active but i am starting a new course soon so that might get in the way. muah muah have a great night/day! xoxo

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Idk

Do you write for any horror clowns?

If you do

Any clown you write for with an oc that a crazy clown killer too

I do actually, only Art the clown tho :( Sorry. This is for anyone, however there is a brief pregnancy mention. Also, Art is refured to as Arthur in pre-clown/killing spree scenes. Art and Reader are little pale girl, who, for the sake of this story, will be called Annie. Also, Reader death warning! lol

Anything for You

Art the Clown works alone. Everyone knows that, or at least they thought they knew that. The entire idea of Art the Clown was changed when the little pale girl was brought into the picture, but how did she come to be? This made people begin to question what really happened when Art had his first killing spree. The talk around this entire subject caused a decade long cold case to be reopened.

October 2nd, 2016-Arthur Finds Out

Arthur (Art) walked slowly through the night, following the tracker he had place in his partners bag. He knew it was wrong, but he just had to know what they were up to. This had been happening every year in October. Every night of the entire month, Reader would leave in a clown costume and with a bag large duffel bag. It was like routine at this point. They had been doing it since they got together in 2004, and it didn't cease when Reader fell pregnant in 2006.

Arthur, or Art as Reader preferred to call him, heard a shrill scream and immediately ran towards it, grabbing the knife Reader insisted he carried on him at all times and rushing into a dark ally. The scream stopped quickly, but it was replaced by gurgling sounds. As Art turned the final corner, he almost ran directly into a bent over Reader, tossing stuff into their duffel bag, muttering about how they needed to get home.

Reader paused, slowly standing, grabbing something from the bag in the process. They quickly turned around, almost hitting Art in the head. "Oh my God. Art? What are you doing here?" They asked, trying to hide the dieing couple that was behind them, despite the blood coating the monochrome clown-fit they currently wore. Art quickly gestured back and forth between them, the blood on their over-complicated clown-fit and the two behind them.

Reader gently cupped his face with one bloody glove covered hand, "You need not worry of this my darling. Where is Annie? You didn't leave her home alone did you?" Art shook his head, showing them the baby monitor he had placed in their 10 year olds room before leaving. "Ok," Reader sighed in relief, both happy they had effectively changed the subject, and that their baby was safe. Reader grabbed Art's hand and led him down the ally after picking up their bag and home. Art didn't question what they were doing out again. However, some strange part of him wanted to join his beloved in the bloody fun.

November 5 2016-Annie's Death

In order to apologize to Annie for being gone every night of October, Reader would take her to the carnival that always stayed a little later than the others, they could have never anticipated what would happen for leaving her daughters side for just a moment.

Reader had to use the bathroom, so they gave Annie a few dollars for her to go get on a roller coaster while they used one of the portapotties. As Reader slowly walks out they notice police cars in the distance and a fire. A fire, on a broken roller coaster, the very roller coaster Annie went on. They quickly ran up, tears staining their face as one of the attendees held them back from running into the fire.

Annie's body was never able to be salvaged, and Reader left the carnival with a broken heart.

October 23rd, 2017-Reader's Death

Arthur conjured up enough courage to ask Reader to join them on this year's "hunt" as they called it. They were skeptical at first, not wanting their darling to get hurt, but eventually relented. They helped him design an outfit and get ready the very night Reader's killing spree started, October 1st.

Art and Reader walked down an ally silently, both trying to look for anyone, anyone at all to kill. They found a buffer man, but that was it. Reader was getting popular and people were staying in more and more making it practically impossible to find anyone to kill. Reader looked at Art, then back to the man before rushing up to him holding a sledge hammer. Art wasn't prepared for their quick movements, and got froze temporarily in place. Reader when to hit the man on the head, only to have the man turn around and grab the sledge from them, bringing it down on their head.

He hit them a few times before Art was able to move, despite his brain screaming to help his beloved. He ran forwards with a knife, his footsteps a lot lighter than Reader's, and quickly jumped on the mans back, slicing his throat in one swoop, but he didn't stop there. The man kept trying to grab him, so Art kept slicing, wrenching more and more screams from the man. Art sawed the mans head completely off before he stopped, quickly running over to Reader, just to find out that he was too late.

I don't really know where else to go with this, so hopefully this is good enough lol. Hope you enjoyed!

[thinasadlme]

How Alain Broke His Nose + other "Prostist" Quotes

Was looking for information to confirm just how Prost broke his nose so badly (according to certain redditors, it's anywhere from being so short that his road car seatbelt reaches across his face to being able to sniff around corners), I found this hilarious little site compiling a bunch of Prost quotes along with what I presume to be the real reasons his nose is... bent at that angle:

"Ah, non! It has been broken four times, you know. First time in a car accident on the road, second time showing the police how the accident happened... no, no, second time on roller skates, third time falling down stairs, fourth time falling off someone's shoulders..."

anyways I'd highly recommend taking a scroll through, there's some funny little bits

[randomliverpool]

A large fire was witnessed by residents of Liverpool Student Lettings accommodation in the early hours on January 27 2024. #LiverpoolEcho

Village of the damned: Inside the Fox Street fire

Special investigation: For years, Matt O'Donoghue was told about major problems at a controversial development in Everton. Then the dire predictions came true. By Matt O’Donoghue.

“Block D is an inferno right now”, the first message reads. “Look what’s been torched.” More follow. “Not sure how other blocks are faring, they’ve been evacuated.” Some have video or photos attached. “Seen this. I feel sick.” One simply reads: “Fox Street’s final chapter.”

Block D at the stalled residential development of Fox Street Village sits on the edge of Everton. It is ablaze, and a lot of people want me to know. As the firefighters battle to hold back the flames that threaten to leap from block to block, frantic calls, dramatic videos, and heartbreaking messages light up my phone screen. Many of those getting in touch are people I met over the past five years I’ve been reporting on the sorry saga of Fox Street Village. They’re all saying the same thing: “It was only a matter of time.”

“Something like this had to happen,” says Chris Burridge, who owns one of the Fox Street Village apartments as he surveys the damage. It’s Sunday, January 28th and the day after the fire. Steel girders are bent and buckled like roller coaster tracks; the metal cools and creaks, and loose material flaps in the wind. “There’s been no decent perimeter fence for some time, even though we’ve been reporting incidents. We were lucky Block B didn’t go up. The flames and heat were ferocious. Mersey Fire saved those buildings.”

Lucky indeed. Fox Street Village was originally intended to be a 400 apartment complex spread across four blocks that were to be four or five stories tall. But Block D was never completed and has remained an unfinished shell for the past five years. The rest of the site, on the other hand, is home to a number of residents. Had the fire spread there, it would have been catastrophic. Letting agents are on-site to support tenants and help with the clean up, while insurance brokers and risk assessors mill about around them. Lifts, heating, and water are soon back on. Black debris litters the ground and the flat roofs of the adjacent blocks, while clumps of burnt insulation and wood continue to drift from above.

A team from Residence 365, the company that manages the Village’s interior communal areas, is helping to get residents back into their homes. “Unfortunately, as the fire started to take hold, many residents in Block A failed to evacuate,” says Carolyn Delaney, Residence 365’s managing director. “Police had to force their way into every apartment to make sure that building was clear and everyone was safe. Those doors and frames will have to be repaired.”

Outside, Block B’s walls and windows are warped from where it faced the fire. The cladding is buckled and wavy, like bad icing on an overbaked cake. Most of the glass is cracked and broken, and window frames have bowed out of shape. The fire breaks under the cladding will have activated and expanded. There will need to be a lot of work to put things right.

“The grounds and estate management company are nowhere”, says an exasperated Burridge. The last he was told, a company called Xenia Estates Limited were responsible for looking after the outside areas. “It’s outrageous. They’ve sent nobody down here to help or make things safe.”

Kevin Robertson-Hale is a local campaigner who set up the action group Everton Together. He was shopping at the ASDA on the Breck Road when he first saw the black clouds rising above his community. He knew straight away what was likely to be burning. “It’s just a miracle that nobody’s been hurt,” he says. Although Block D was not a finished building, homeless people have been sleeping there and using it as a shelter. “The way the place went up, someone asleep would never have got out.” Kevin is horrified by what has happened, but certainly not surprised. “We’ve been saying for years that something was going to happen. Either someone was going to fall off and break their neck, or it was going to go up in flames.”

Beneath the debris and behind the spectacular videos, the plumes of smoke billowing out and up from the bare bones of blazing Block D, are hundreds of stories of loss and despair. To properly understand what went wrong at Fox Street Village, to learn why things must be fixed, we have to understand why they were broken in the first place.

Between 1971 and 1991, Everton’s population dropped by 60% as the area’s fortunes and prospects charted exactly the decline of the British Empire. As Liverpool’s docks fell silent, the huge warehouses and the factories like Tate and Lyle and British American Tobacco were closed. Thousands of jobs disappeared and the communities that once relied upon those goods shipped from all corners of the Empire ceased to exist. An urgent need to improve the area’s housing conditions, the crumbling Victorian tenements, led to slum clearance and demolition on a massive scale. Those once solid communities were broken up with families moved out and housed in places like Kirby, Runcorn and Skelmersdale. It was the perfect storm; shops closed, tower blocks were pulled down and the city’s terminal decline was hastened by Margaret Thatcher’s vicious attempts to starve the upstart council controlled by Hatton’s Militant Tendency into surrender.

Fox Street Village followed the same controversial funding model that has dogged similar schemes across the city, known as ‘fractional sales’. Buyers — many based overseas — are enticed with the promise of a good rent and a solid investment in return for paying a large part of the sale price upfront. But as countless investors at other stalled sites in Liverpool have discovered to their detriment, there’s little or no protection should things go wrong.

When Fox Street Village Limited collapsed into administration, in 2019, it owed creditors £10 million and the city council nearly £700,000. The council told us that an invoice for over half a million pounds remains unpaid but that the building’s new owners will have to pick up that tab. Meanwhile, £6 million that investors had paid out for Block D was instead spent on a new fifth building the developers had added to their scheme. A search of records show creditors who had paid for apartments in Block D came from Birkenhead to Beijing and all points in between. With no money left to complete the job, and no cash to settle their bills, the steel frame and internal walls made of wood have remained open to the elements. The freehold to the site was sold to Manchester-based property investment company SGL1 Limited in 2020 for a reported £1.6 million. The site was split and a separate company run by the same two directors as SGL1 but called SGL3, took over the unfinished Block D. A series of complex court cases followed as buyers battled to gain control and finish the scheme. By 2021, the architect’s original drawings for Block D had been rebranded as “Park View” to be marketed at a new group of buyers. A one bed studio in the unfinished wood and steel shell was being advertised for £85,000. The Post is unsure how many people bought into this new scheme or whether their money is protected.

“I bought a three-bedroom apartment that cost £135,000, which was a really good deal. With hindsight, almost too good to be true. I’ve been firefighting one problem after another since day one.” November 8th, 2023 and I am rattling along the M62 with Chris Burridge. “It doesn’t look that good,” Chris says with detached stoicism and monumental understatement as Fox Street Village Block D comes into view. “It would be funny, if it wasn’t so costly and dangerous.” Chris is one of the apartment owners who have been battling over an £80,000 bill to install a transformer that would safely reconnect their electricity to the grid. The builders left a hot-wired connection into the mains, which Chris says the buyers only found out about after they’d secured the right to manage some of the site. It was just the latest in a long line of hidden surprises that have revealed themselves over the five years since tenants moved in. “The biggest block, Block D, is just a shell that should have been finished years ago,” Chris tells me as we pull up alongside what looks like a building entirely made of wood and wrapped in tin foil. “There should have been one large, shared entrance area, an underground car park for 170 vehicles, shops, a cinema room with communal laundry, and a bike store. All of those amenities were what made this site so attractive.”

Chris pauses to re-imagine what could have been, before reality kicks back in. “None of that exists. What we’ve actually got are great apartments next to the rat-infested fire trap of a mess that is Block D.”

By Matt O’Donoghue

“Block D is an inferno right now”, the first message reads. “Look what’s been torched.” More follow. “Not sure how other blocks are faring, they’ve been evacuated.” Some have video or photos attached. “Seen this. I feel sick.” One simply reads: “Fox Street’s final chapter.”

Block D at the stalled residential development of Fox Street Village sits on the edge of Everton. It is ablaze, and a lot of people want me to know. As the firefighters battle to hold back the flames that threaten to leap from block to block, frantic calls, dramatic videos, and heartbreaking messages light up my phone screen. Many of those getting in touch are people I met over the past five years I’ve been reporting on the sorry saga of Fox Street Village. They’re all saying the same thing: “It was only a matter of time.”

Chris Burridge on Fox Street. Photo: Matt O’Donoghue.

“Something like this had to happen,” says Chris Burridge, who owns one of the Fox Street Village apartments as he surveys the damage. It’s Sunday, January 28th and the day after the fire. Steel girders are bent and buckled like roller coaster tracks; the metal cools and creaks, and loose material flaps in the wind. “There’s been no decent perimeter fence for some time, even though we’ve been reporting incidents. We were lucky Block B didn’t go up. The flames and heat were ferocious. Mersey Fire saved those buildings.”

Lucky indeed. Fox Street Village was originally intended to be a 400 apartment complex spread across four blocks that were to be four or five stories tall. But Block D was never completed and has remained an unfinished shell for the past five years. The rest of the site, on the other hand, is home to a number of residents. Had the fire spread there, it would have been catastrophic. Letting agents are on-site to support tenants and help with the clean up, while insurance brokers and risk assessors mill about around them. Lifts, heating, and water are soon back on. Black debris litters the ground and the flat roofs of the adjacent blocks, while clumps of burnt insulation and wood continue to drift from above.

A team from Residence 365, the company that manages the Village’s interior communal areas, is helping to get residents back into their homes. “Unfortunately, as the fire started to take hold, many residents in Block A failed to evacuate,” says Carolyn Delaney, Residence 365’s managing director. “Police had to force their way into every apartment to make sure that building was clear and everyone was safe. Those doors and frames will have to be repaired.”

Outside, Block B’s walls and windows are warped from where it faced the fire. The cladding is buckled and wavy, like bad icing on an overbaked cake. Most of the glass is cracked and broken, and window frames have bowed out of shape. The fire breaks under the cladding will have activated and expanded. There will need to be a lot of work to put things right.

“The grounds and estate management company are nowhere”, says an exasperated Burridge. The last he was told, a company called Xenia Estates Limited were responsible for looking after the outside areas. “It’s outrageous. They’ve sent nobody down here to help or make things safe.”

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Kevin Robertson-Hale is a local campaigner who set up the action group Everton Together. He was shopping at the ASDA on the Breck Road when he first saw the black clouds rising above his community. He knew straight away what was likely to be burning. “It’s just a miracle that nobody’s been hurt,” he says. Although Block D was not a finished building, homeless people have been sleeping there and using it as a shelter. “The way the place went up, someone asleep would never have got out.” Kevin is horrified by what has happened, but certainly not surprised. “We’ve been saying for years that something was going to happen. Either someone was going to fall off and break their neck, or it was going to go up in flames.”

Beneath the debris and behind the spectacular videos, the plumes of smoke billowing out and up from the bare bones of blazing Block D, are hundreds of stories of loss and despair. To properly understand what went wrong at Fox Street Village, to learn why things must be fixed, we have to understand why they were broken in the first place.

The building on Fox Street. Photo: Chris Burridge

Between 1971 and 1991, Everton’s population dropped by 60% as the area’s fortunes and prospects charted exactly the decline of the British Empire. As Liverpool’s docks fell silent, the huge warehouses and the factories like Tate and Lyle and British American Tobacco were closed. Thousands of jobs disappeared and the communities that once relied upon those goods shipped from all corners of the Empire ceased to exist. An urgent need to improve the area’s housing conditions, the crumbling Victorian tenements, led to slum clearance and demolition on a massive scale. Those once solid communities were broken up with families moved out and housed in places like Kirby, Runcorn and Skelmersdale. It was the perfect storm; shops closed, tower blocks were pulled down and the city’s terminal decline was hastened by Margaret Thatcher’s vicious attempts to starve the upstart council controlled by Hatton’s Militant Tendency into surrender.

Stand on the edge of Fox Street today and look towards the gleaming glass skyscrapers and modern penthouses and it’s obvious, the regeneration that has breathed new life into other parts of Liverpool in recent years seems to run out of steam as it creeps towards this area’s streets. According to the last census, Everton West — where Fox Street Village sits — has the third highest numbers of children on free school meals. This neighbourhood has some of the poorest health indicators, including the lowest life expectancy, across the whole of the city.

As Liverpool’s reputation grew as a great place to study, the last decade has seen residential housing for the influx of students become the city’s short-term planning solution and a way to kickstart Everton’s economy.

Fox Street Village followed the same controversial funding model that has dogged similar schemes across the city, known as ‘fractional sales’. Buyers — many based overseas — are enticed with the promise of a good rent and a solid investment in return for paying a large part of the sale price upfront. But as countless investors at other stalled sites in Liverpool have discovered to their detriment, there’s little or no protection should things go wrong.

When Fox Street Village Limited collapsed into administration, in 2019, it owed creditors £10 million and the city council nearly £700,000. The council told us that an invoice for over half a million pounds remains unpaid but that the building’s new owners will have to pick up that tab. Meanwhile, £6 million that investors had paid out for Block D was instead spent on a new fifth building the developers had added to their scheme. A search of records show creditors who had paid for apartments in Block D came from Birkenhead to Beijing and all points in between. With no money left to complete the job, and no cash to settle their bills, the steel frame and internal walls made of wood have remained open to the elements. The freehold to the site was sold to Manchester-based property investment company SGL1 Limited in 2020 for a reported £1.6 million. The site was split and a separate company run by the same two directors as SGL1 but called SGL3, took over the unfinished Block D. A series of complex court cases followed as buyers battled to gain control and finish the scheme. By 2021, the architect’s original drawings for Block D had been rebranded as “Park View” to be marketed at a new group of buyers. A one bed studio in the unfinished wood and steel shell was being advertised for £85,000. The Post is unsure how many people bought into this new scheme or whether their money is protected.

“I bought a three-bedroom apartment that cost £135,000, which was a really good deal. With hindsight, almost too good to be true. I’ve been firefighting one problem after another since day one.” November 8th, 2023 and I am rattling along the M62 with Chris Burridge. “It doesn’t look that good,” Chris says with detached stoicism and monumental understatement as Fox Street Village Block D comes into view. “It would be funny, if it wasn’t so costly and dangerous.” Chris is one of the apartment owners who have been battling over an £80,000 bill to install a transformer that would safely reconnect their electricity to the grid. The builders left a hot-wired connection into the mains, which Chris says the buyers only found out about after they’d secured the right to manage some of the site. It was just the latest in a long line of hidden surprises that have revealed themselves over the five years since tenants moved in. “The biggest block, Block D, is just a shell that should have been finished years ago,” Chris tells me as we pull up alongside what looks like a building entirely made of wood and wrapped in tin foil. “There should have been one large, shared entrance area, an underground car park for 170 vehicles, shops, a cinema room with communal laundry, and a bike store. All of those amenities were what made this site so attractive.”

Chris pauses to re-imagine what could have been, before reality kicks back in. “None of that exists. What we’ve actually got are great apartments next to the rat-infested fire trap of a mess that is Block D.”

Residents in this area have been complaining to me about the rats for as long as I’ve been investigating Fox Street Village. Back in April 2019, I broke my first story on the slow-motion car crash that has taken place here — months of work as part of an ongoing investigation for ITV’s Granada Reports. Back then, tenant Ross Lowey told me on camera: “We don’t feel safe. Every time we come back round that corner, we expect to see flames coming out of it.” He was far from alone in his unhappy prophecy.

Six months before that first ITV News report, in November 2018, I had been on a separate investigation into how developers duck out of paying the millions they owed to their cash-strapped council. It suddenly took an unexpected twist. While I ploughed through a mountain of conflicting planning documents that link to this case, a buyer tipped me off that their building was about to be the first on Merseyside to be shut down and issued with a Prohibition Notice. It was the last-ditch resort for a city council that had run out of ideas on how to make this site safe. “Serious construction issues will contribute to the spread of fire,” the Prohibition Notice reads. “Fire will spread quickly and possibly unnoticed.”

Put simply, the problems that the buyers had uncovered at their completed flats were so severe that they put lives at risk. While Block D remained unfinished, three of the four blocks that people had already moved into were so dangerous that everyone would be forced to move out — immediately. Judge Lloyd would later brand the project “disgraceful” as she fined the developers £3,120 for breaching planning conditions. She expressed sympathy for the residents and investors who had been affected. Planning inspectors said the development was “poorly finished” and failed to meet standards. Those problems have cost hundreds of thousands of pounds to put right.

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By Matt O’Donoghue

“Block D is an inferno right now”, the first message reads. “Look what’s been torched.” More follow. “Not sure how other blocks are faring, they’ve been evacuated.” Some have video or photos attached. “Seen this. I feel sick.” One simply reads: “Fox Street’s final chapter.”

Block D at the stalled residential development of Fox Street Village sits on the edge of Everton. It is ablaze, and a lot of people want me to know. As the firefighters battle to hold back the flames that threaten to leap from block to block, frantic calls, dramatic videos, and heartbreaking messages light up my phone screen. Many of those getting in touch are people I met over the past five years I’ve been reporting on the sorry saga of Fox Street Village. They’re all saying the same thing: “It was only a matter of time.”

Chris Burridge on Fox Street. Photo: Matt O’Donoghue.

“Something like this had to happen,” says Chris Burridge, who owns one of the Fox Street Village apartments as he surveys the damage. It’s Sunday, January 28th and the day after the fire. Steel girders are bent and buckled like roller coaster tracks; the metal cools and creaks, and loose material flaps in the wind. “There’s been no decent perimeter fence for some time, even though we’ve been reporting incidents. We were lucky Block B didn’t go up. The flames and heat were ferocious. Mersey Fire saved those buildings.”

Lucky indeed. Fox Street Village was originally intended to be a 400 apartment complex spread across four blocks that were to be four or five stories tall. But Block D was never completed and has remained an unfinished shell for the past five years. The rest of the site, on the other hand, is home to a number of residents. Had the fire spread there, it would have been catastrophic. Letting agents are on-site to support tenants and help with the clean up, while insurance brokers and risk assessors mill about around them. Lifts, heating, and water are soon back on. Black debris litters the ground and the flat roofs of the adjacent blocks, while clumps of burnt insulation and wood continue to drift from above.

A team from Residence 365, the company that manages the Village’s interior communal areas, is helping to get residents back into their homes. “Unfortunately, as the fire started to take hold, many residents in Block A failed to evacuate,” says Carolyn Delaney, Residence 365’s managing director. “Police had to force their way into every apartment to make sure that building was clear and everyone was safe. Those doors and frames will have to be repaired.”

Outside, Block B’s walls and windows are warped from where it faced the fire. The cladding is buckled and wavy, like bad icing on an overbaked cake. Most of the glass is cracked and broken, and window frames have bowed out of shape. The fire breaks under the cladding will have activated and expanded. There will need to be a lot of work to put things right.

“The grounds and estate management company are nowhere”, says an exasperated Burridge. The last he was told, a company called Xenia Estates Limited were responsible for looking after the outside areas. “It’s outrageous. They’ve sent nobody down here to help or make things safe.”

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Kevin Robertson-Hale is a local campaigner who set up the action group Everton Together. He was shopping at the ASDA on the Breck Road when he first saw the black clouds rising above his community. He knew straight away what was likely to be burning. “It’s just a miracle that nobody’s been hurt,” he says. Although Block D was not a finished building, homeless people have been sleeping there and using it as a shelter. “The way the place went up, someone asleep would never have got out.” Kevin is horrified by what has happened, but certainly not surprised. “We’ve been saying for years that something was going to happen. Either someone was going to fall off and break their neck, or it was going to go up in flames.”

Beneath the debris and behind the spectacular videos, the plumes of smoke billowing out and up from the bare bones of blazing Block D, are hundreds of stories of loss and despair. To properly understand what went wrong at Fox Street Village, to learn why things must be fixed, we have to understand why they were broken in the first place.

The building on Fox Street. Photo: Chris Burridge

Between 1971 and 1991, Everton’s population dropped by 60% as the area’s fortunes and prospects charted exactly the decline of the British Empire. As Liverpool’s docks fell silent, the huge warehouses and the factories like Tate and Lyle and British American Tobacco were closed. Thousands of jobs disappeared and the communities that once relied upon those goods shipped from all corners of the Empire ceased to exist. An urgent need to improve the area’s housing conditions, the crumbling Victorian tenements, led to slum clearance and demolition on a massive scale. Those once solid communities were broken up with families moved out and housed in places like Kirby, Runcorn and Skelmersdale. It was the perfect storm; shops closed, tower blocks were pulled down and the city’s terminal decline was hastened by Margaret Thatcher’s vicious attempts to starve the upstart council controlled by Hatton’s Militant Tendency into surrender.

Stand on the edge of Fox Street today and look towards the gleaming glass skyscrapers and modern penthouses and it’s obvious, the regeneration that has breathed new life into other parts of Liverpool in recent years seems to run out of steam as it creeps towards this area’s streets. According to the last census, Everton West — where Fox Street Village sits — has the third highest numbers of children on free school meals. This neighbourhood has some of the poorest health indicators, including the lowest life expectancy, across the whole of the city.

As Liverpool’s reputation grew as a great place to study, the last decade has seen residential housing for the influx of students become the city’s short-term planning solution and a way to kickstart Everton’s economy.

Fox Street Village followed the same controversial funding model that has dogged similar schemes across the city, known as ‘fractional sales’. Buyers — many based overseas — are enticed with the promise of a good rent and a solid investment in return for paying a large part of the sale price upfront. But as countless investors at other stalled sites in Liverpool have discovered to their detriment, there’s little or no protection should things go wrong.

When Fox Street Village Limited collapsed into administration, in 2019, it owed creditors £10 million and the city council nearly £700,000. The council told us that an invoice for over half a million pounds remains unpaid but that the building’s new owners will have to pick up that tab. Meanwhile, £6 million that investors had paid out for Block D was instead spent on a new fifth building the developers had added to their scheme. A search of records show creditors who had paid for apartments in Block D came from Birkenhead to Beijing and all points in between. With no money left to complete the job, and no cash to settle their bills, the steel frame and internal walls made of wood have remained open to the elements. The freehold to the site was sold to Manchester-based property investment company SGL1 Limited in 2020 for a reported £1.6 million. The site was split and a separate company run by the same two directors as SGL1 but called SGL3, took over the unfinished Block D. A series of complex court cases followed as buyers battled to gain control and finish the scheme. By 2021, the architect’s original drawings for Block D had been rebranded as “Park View” to be marketed at a new group of buyers. A one bed studio in the unfinished wood and steel shell was being advertised for £85,000. The Post is unsure how many people bought into this new scheme or whether their money is protected.

Fox Street after the fire. Photo: Chris Burridge

“I bought a three-bedroom apartment that cost £135,000, which was a really good deal. With hindsight, almost too good to be true. I’ve been firefighting one problem after another since day one.” November 8th, 2023 and I am rattling along the M62 with Chris Burridge. “It doesn’t look that good,” Chris says with detached stoicism and monumental understatement as Fox Street Village Block D comes into view. “It would be funny, if it wasn’t so costly and dangerous.” Chris is one of the apartment owners who have been battling over an £80,000 bill to install a transformer that would safely reconnect their electricity to the grid. The builders left a hot-wired connection into the mains, which Chris says the buyers only found out about after they’d secured the right to manage some of the site. It was just the latest in a long line of hidden surprises that have revealed themselves over the five years since tenants moved in. “The biggest block, Block D, is just a shell that should have been finished years ago,” Chris tells me as we pull up alongside what looks like a building entirely made of wood and wrapped in tin foil. “There should have been one large, shared entrance area, an underground car park for 170 vehicles, shops, a cinema room with communal laundry, and a bike store. All of those amenities were what made this site so attractive.”

Chris pauses to re-imagine what could have been, before reality kicks back in. “None of that exists. What we’ve actually got are great apartments next to the rat-infested fire trap of a mess that is Block D.”

The author Matt O’Donoghue on ITV. Photo: ITC/IMDb.

Residents in this area have been complaining to me about the rats for as long as I’ve been investigating Fox Street Village. Back in April 2019, I broke my first story on the slow-motion car crash that has taken place here — months of work as part of an ongoing investigation for ITV’s Granada Reports. Back then, tenant Ross Lowey told me on camera: “We don’t feel safe. Every time we come back round that corner, we expect to see flames coming out of it.” He was far from alone in his unhappy prophecy.

Six months before that first ITV News report, in November 2018, I had been on a separate investigation into how developers duck out of paying the millions they owed to their cash-strapped council. It suddenly took an unexpected twist. While I ploughed through a mountain of conflicting planning documents that link to this case, a buyer tipped me off that their building was about to be the first on Merseyside to be shut down and issued with a Prohibition Notice. It was the last-ditch resort for a city council that had run out of ideas on how to make this site safe. “Serious construction issues will contribute to the spread of fire,” the Prohibition Notice reads. “Fire will spread quickly and possibly unnoticed.”

Put simply, the problems that the buyers had uncovered at their completed flats were so severe that they put lives at risk. While Block D remained unfinished, three of the four blocks that people had already moved into were so dangerous that everyone would be forced to move out — immediately. Judge Lloyd would later brand the project “disgraceful” as she fined the developers £3,120 for breaching planning conditions. She expressed sympathy for the residents and investors who had been affected. Planning inspectors said the development was “poorly finished” and failed to meet standards. Those problems have cost hundreds of thousands of pounds to put right.

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The council say that it was only after the buildings were largely constructed that it became apparent there was a failure to comply with conditions or the plans that had been passed. When the new owners submitted another application to make up for the missing car park, a fresh deal was struck for them to pay towards a cycle route and parking scheme. But planning approval was refused when no money was forthcoming.

Two companies were involved in the development of Fox Street Village: Linmari Construction Limited and Fox Street Village Limited. Both were run by company director, Gary Howard. In 2013, Howard was left as the sole director of Fox Street Student Halls Limited after his business partner, Lee Carroll, was forced to step down. Carroll had been found guilty of being a gang master under legislation brought in to tackle labour exploitation after an investigation into a recruitment company that Carroll ran with John Howard. Carroll was banned from being a company director for 12 years.

While nothing should be inferred from Gary Howard’s previous business history, six companies where he was a director and shareholder have a County Court Judgement against them. Just like Fox Street Village Limited, seven firms that Howard also once helped run have gone into administration owing money to creditors — two of which were also residential developments in Liverpool designed for student living. We’ve been unable to contact Mr Howard for a comment.

“The frameworks that are supposed to deliver safe buildings, protect their owners and keep those inside safe are not up to the job,” says Dr Len Gibbs, whose doctoral thesis focused on the problems with unfinished developments in the Liverpool area.

That regulatory framework — to get a building through from an architect’s drawings to the point of being occupied — can be roughly broken down into two stages: planning and building control. The first part is strictly controlled by rules and regulations that must be met and followed to the letter. A council department controls the planning process, and everything has to be approved by a committee after a rigorous assessment by trained officers. Once it passes and everybody agrees that the buildings are what the council and community needs, the proposals are said to have ‘gained consent’.

When developers have their planning consent, a building control team comes on board to oversee every step of the construction. Site inspectors visit to approve stages such as the foundations and drains, and the relevant paperwork is filed with the city council to confirm everything has progressed according to the plans that were submitted and in accordance with the required regulations. In theory, these two functions operate independently but in support of one another to deliver a building that doesn’t kill the people who move in.

That’s something of a simplification, but these are incredibly complex areas that require years of training to properly understand. Only when every step has been followed can a completion certificate be issued against the building and each individual apartment. These final pieces of paper confirm that everything is up to standard and legally ready for tenants to move in. If all these steps are followed correctly, then a development of buildings that were once judged to be a threat to the lives of residents should never be occupied. Yet they were occupied.

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i look at you, in the looking back glass twelve - reading through mayo clinic articles analyzing symptoms, trying to find reasons, meaning, a lesson, or really just anything to make the torment make sense. parents know the answer, hold every key to this jötunn's true identity, yet choose to bury it beneath "normalcy." glamor, gloves, and masks only cover superficial cracks, and my power only grew, because in a world full of ugly ducklings, prize winning golden gooses, and sweet nightingales there is you - maleficent's raven, or are you poe's doomed to whisper "nevermore," ever more. i look at you, in the looking back glass sixteen - lost in wonderland seat belt on the roller coaster of life broken and bent as the world takes you for a ride flung this way and that way, clinging for dear life music your only tether to the world of your birth the words cycling in your mind a swirling vortex of an icy blast - do not fail, do not fall, make something of your life - do not fail your classes do not fall in love incorrectly make something of value out of your life. do it all on your own. i look at you, in the looking back glass twenty, nearly twenty-one - pacing the bridge lost in hysterics, and debating the worth of your life. weighing the scales of good and merit. against the mistakes and botched jobs you have done. heart beating frozen in your chest, and true love is so hard to come by. music plays softly and the birds you have said "good morning" to, each and every blessed day, come to rest in your path. tomorrow, you owe it to them to explain goodbye, but only for now. i look at you, in the looking back glass twenty-five - packing up your classroom for the very last time. you will miss those faces. but, your body will not miss the discordant sounds from the intercom, or the pacing. limitations have always been part of your vocabulary. or, at least, they should have been. weary. you are weary and you have aged three years for every one. so, you stand, clumsily on your feet one last time. pick up the box, saying goodbye to this chapter of your life. spotify recommends me my middle school favorites i hold them in my arms the way they should have been cradled. i hear the taylor swift anthem of 2012. i tether them back to reality and take the coffee away. i hear that marianas trench song that stayed my feet. i leave an extra treat for my unkindness and my murder, "hello again." i hear the song "all star" on the radio. i hold their hand and remind them they have saved the world. i stand on the other side of the looking back glass hearing all the names, seeing all the sights, riding each memory like an ocean wave, i wonder what you'd think of who you became: actor, singer, poet, parent, teacher, and friend. nine years feels like a blink, feet steady as you walk one foot after one foot roses still blooming and no longer wilting petal by petal. no longer counting the days 'till the curse will be permanent. look at you go. so many victories and you dare to call them simple. you have put color back in the sun, brought life back into stone, pulled yourself up out of your wreckage by trusting again. my dear, listen to me, we are a marvel. ~ "through the looking back glass:" the darker side of disney: part 1 P.S. Shuller ** Some personal reflections on writing this below the cut. TW: Suicidal Thoughts and Ideation **

I'm doing some reflections on turning 30. My birthday is coming up in January. I just went to my first Marianas Trench concert yesterday. I've been a Trencher since I was about 12 (2009ish). When I was at the concert, they played two songs from their older albums. (Masterpiece Theater for sure and I can't remember if the other song they played was also from that album or one of their other older albums.) I was lucky enough to have a friend who knew the venue well and got us ADA seating so I could stim while the concert was going on. I was able to have a whole little runway up in the balcony to dance like I used to as a young person. I remember listening to the song "Alibis" from "Fix Me" a trillion times (not literally) when I was in middle school. As I got older, "Ever After" and "Porcelain" became incredibly important songs to me. It was the song "Ever After," if memory serves, that stopped me from deciding to jump off a bridge while studying abroad. I don't think anyone knew how bad it was. But, we get through things, and I'm nine years on the other side of actively thinking of an attempt. I'm so fucking happy and proud. Yet, at the time, I had been absolutely certain my parents were going to disown me for coming out as nonbinary when I returned home. I was terrified of being homeless. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get through school. But, I wasn't sure how I was going to get through life any other way than coming out. Yet, somehow, I managed to stay in the closet and keep living. There are still times where I feel like I wasn't brave enough to accept my fate, and I should have just come out anyway. But, kids, safety is SO FUCKING IMPORTANT. Stay safe first and don't be a martyr. Your feelings, like mine are valid, but know that making my choice is a valid one even if the feelings surrounding it get messy. Things are better now with my family. (As in my dad and I just don't broach the topic, and my mom is trying to get us to facilitate conversation but I've just given up. But, I'm at least "Still a part of the family Madrigal" so to speak.) However, as I was thinking about all of this now that I'm rested from the concert, I decided I wanted to write a series of reflections on life bridging my life from the two different sides of it. Side one is the musical side of it. I love rock music. I love opera. I love all sorts of crazy stuff. I've never met a genre of music I don't like. And, I have a history there. A lot of that, however, is darker and sadder. It's willing to acknowledge its mess and nuance. However, I also have a two year old. I'm watching a lot of Disney movies. I'm watching lots of stuff that has happy endings. But, there is a lot in there that is *sad!* There is a lot there that is dark. There is so much more than just the happy-happy, goodie-good, fun stuff. So, the old school emo and goth parent in me wants to explore that. I want to live into that reality that life is one of push and pulls. It's dark and light. It's not happily ever after. It's happily ever for now, and dark tomorrow. It's windy and rainy for twenty minutes and sunny skies forecasted in about an hour or two. I have a history, and I want the space to record the hard fought wisdom I've earned. I don't know if it will benefit anyone. But, I know it usually benefits me to write it. If you've read all of this, thank you. I'm just kind of in a pensive mood lately. So, thank you for bearing with me.

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Stranger Things Femslash Week, Day 2: Hurt/Comfort

@strangerthingsfemslashweek

1,926 Words | Read on AO3: here

Chrissy Cunningham/Heather Holloway | Kid Fic | First Crush | Fluff | Rollerblades & Rollerskates | Hurt/Comfort | Injury

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The first time Chrissy broke a bone she was twelve. 

Up until then, broken bones hadn’t been anything more than she could conceptualise past vague warnings from parents when hyperactive kids started doing something stupid. In her head, a broken bone would be obvious – the limb bent wrong and, for all intents and purposes, looking broken. It wasn’t like that for her, though.

It was the summer holidays, her and her friends had waved a rushed goodbye to their parents when dropped off before scurrying to the roller rink. In their hands, they clutched their Day Out Money like the most precious thing in the world, carefully figuring out the best way to spend it. Of course, there was the skate hire for all of them other than Stacey, who had her own rollerblades draped over one arm by their tied-together laces, but then there was lunch and other excitement to be taken into account. 

All that would have to wait, though, because all of them could barely tamper their excitement to get on the rink at all. So they hurried over to the skate hire and had a pair passed over to each of them. Chrissy’s fit her feet perfectly snugly when she put them on with a little help from the more experienced girls; this was her first time skating and she chose to take the comfort of the skates as a good sign.

Making their way over to the rink itself was full of awkward slipping and sliding from the inexperienced part of the group. Chrissy was the first here who had never gone before at all, but three other girls had only gone once or twice and so weren’t much more competent than her. They all giggled off their clumsiness, though, happy to just have a day of fun with their friends.

For the first hour everything was great. Almost all of them fell over at least once, and Chrissy spent most of her time clinging to the edge of the rink or another friend’s arm, but they were breathless and smiling when they rolled off the rink to buy lunch from the food counter. 

Chrissy hesitated for a moment when buying, before agreeing to split some fries with another girl, one who shrugged and said her mom had made sure she ate before hand just in case. After that, everyone piled into one of the tables to the side, supping cola through straws and nibbling on food between animated chatter. Vicki told the group how her music lessons had been going over the holiday and Chrissy’s attention lapsed.

That wasn’t to say the conversation was bad! Chrissy was very supportive of Vicki’s new hobby, she had just already heard all about it by now – the other girl was her cousin after all, and their families were close like that.

It was that slip in attention that had Chrissy seeing her. 

Her eyes drifted back over to the rink, watching with idle interest as other kids and grown ups alike raced laps around the rink. And then someone caught her gaze. A girl with bright-red skates and a beaming grin, racing smooth laps with another girl. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, the curls streaming behind her as she skated. She was clearly much more expert than Chrissy and seemed to be having a wonderful time.

The girls smile was bright and easy, and Chrissy found herself watching on, enraptured while everyone else finished eating.

“C’mon, Chris!” someone at their table enthused and Chrissy jumped, looking back over at them all. “We’re going back on the rink!”

That got her grinning and nodding again, easily hurrying after them to do some more skating. The crowd was growing off the rink now, others getting the same idea that their group had just had. A break for food was just a reasonable idea around now after working up an appetite by focusing on not falling over – the others may insist skating worked up the appetite, but Chrissy would beg to differ.

By the time they reached the entrance to the rink, Chrissy couldn’t see the girl with the red skates anymore. 

“I’m going to the bathroom quickly,” one of the girls announced, promising to catch up with their skating in a moment. It didn’t get that far though, with half the group deciding to accompany her.

In the end, it was Chrissy and two others on the rink waiting for them to come back. Her fingers skimmed along the edges of the rink as she rolled slowly along. Her friends stayed at her side, but Chrissy could feel them itching to race along faster, eyeing a group of racing boys with wistful longing. 

It was the easiest thing to smile at them, assuring them that she’d be fine while they did a couple of faster laps.

“Are you sure?” Stacey asked, but Chrissy could feel the excitement thrumming beneath her skin at the idea. 

She nodded a sincere smile towards them, shooing them off. 

For half a lap, Chrissy clung surely to the wall, still nervous and unsteady on her wheels. Alone  though, and keeping an eye on her speeding friends as they laughed delightedly as they overtook each other, Chrissy steeled her resolve and pulled away from the edge, steadily edging further away from its support. She didn’t want to keep her friends too limited by her poor skating, after all, and the only way to get better was to try.

The girls on the rink whooped her bravery as they streaked past, and Chrissy managed bashful smiles at their backs as she managed a couple laps. There were a couple instances where she nearly lost her feet from beneath her, but so far she managed to stay relatively up and steady, casting anxious glances at her feet that threw her balance off again and again. But she was doing it!

And then she wasn’t. The racing boys suddenly swerved around her too close for comfort and her startling had her wheels slipping out from beneath her. Hands shot out to catch herself clumsily and her arms hit the ground with a concerning crack.

Sharp, sudden pain shot from Chrissy’s wrist and sudden tears pricked in her eyes. Her knees throbbed from the impact and her elbow stung from the contact by her wrist was different. It was an intense pain and Chrissy knew immediately that something was wrong.

A pair of red skates appeared in her line of sight and Chrissy’s cheeks burned with humiliation as the owner crouched down before her with a worried frown.

“Are you okay?” the girl asked and Chrissy could only shake her head pathetically.

She didn’t dare speak, scared it would come out in a sob. It felt silly to be so upset over a fall, like she was being a little girl and not her twelve years, but it really hurt and the back of her throat felt hot and choked.

The girl from before hummed in understanding.

“Let me help you up?” she asked, holding her hands out.

It was the only reasonable course of action for Chrissy to push up onto her knees and clasp the other girl’s hand with her uninjured one. Feeling more unsteady than ever before, she got her feet beneath herself and let the other girl lead her from the rink, trying to focus on her saviour’s soothing chatter.

“There we go,” she was saying. “My mom’s on one of the benches – are your parents here? No? That’s okay, we can call them. My name’s Heather, by the way.”

“Chrissy,” she managed, voice wobbling slightly.

“Did you hurt yourself?”

“I think–”

A watery gasp.

“Sorry. I think… my wrist.”

The girl – Heather – nods in understanding with a sympathetic frown.

“Think you broke it?” she says, helping Chrissy weave through the crowd as they step off the rink itself.

“I dunno,” she mumbles. “Hurts a lot, though.”

Heather nods like that’s given her every answer she needs before looking back ahead to where she’s leading Chrissy. The couple before them moves out the way when they see Heather making her way in their direction with a determined glint in her eye, revealing a woman with Heather’s same dark hair.

“Mommy,” Heather says, confirming Chrissy’s suspicions, “she hurt her wrist. Can you call her parents to pick her up?”

The woman startles, looking suitably worried and agrees easily. She coos over Chrissy’s distressed state and has her repeat the number her parents made sure she had memorised. In moments Chrissy is sat on the bench, cradling her wrist, as Heather crouches down to unfasten her skates.

“You’ll be okay,” she tells Chrissy softly. “I fell all the time when I started learning to skate. I nearly broke my ankle one time, that hurt. You just need more practice and less idiots racing too close to you.”

She manages a weak giggle.

“I don’t think I really want to keep learning after this.”

Heather shrugs, plopping herself onto the bench beside Chrissy once her skates are off, too. 

“You gonna do another sport instead?”

“Maybe.”

Heather hums.

“I’m joining the cheer team,” Heather declares. “I just need to practise over summer.” 

“Cheerleading?” Chrissy asks.

“Yeah,” Heather smiles, and Chrissy’s tummy does a weird little flip. “Think you’ll join too?”

She trains her gaze down and swings her legs as she thinks.

“I don’t want to get hurt,” she finally decides on. 

“Everything hurts until you master it. Everyone makes mistakes, you just need someone to help you when they happen.”

“Like you?” 

Heather looks a little flustered at that, hands tugging at the skirt of her dress.

“I didn’t help that much. I just helped you off the rink.”

“What else could you have done?” Chrissy asks, confused, and Heather seems to puzzle over it too before she brings her fingers to her lips and then to Chrissy’s hurt wrist, touch feather-light across her aching skin. “What was that?”

“Kissing it better,” Heather grins, dark eyes flashing with amusement with such a lovely glint that Chrissy has to duck her head.

“Aren’t I a little old for that?” she stammers, but Heather just bumps their shoulders softly together.

“Nah,” she dismisses. “Not when they’re done by an expert.”

Their chatter continues like that, even after Heather’s mom – who introduces herself as Janet – returns and promises that Chrissy’s dad is on his way. It makes the pain a little more bearable, and Chrissy even finds herself laughing.

Her friends make their way over, understandably concerned, but Chrissy assures them that they can keep skating. With promises to see each other later, and a tight but cautious hug from Vicki, they all make their way back onto the rink.

Heather stays at her side, keeping up conversation easily even when Chrissy is a little too distracted to be much good company.

When her dad shows up he thanks Janet profusely, exchanging numbers and beckoning Chrissy over. Despite the pain, Chrissy darts a hesitant look in Heather’s direction and the other girl smiles at her. For a second the brunette’s expression turns hesitant, and then she’s reaching out to squeeze Chrissy’s good wrist.

“Call me, yeah?” Heather asks. “We can hang out properly sometime. Maybe I can show you my cheer skills?”

Chrissy’s cheeks warm but she smiles back at the other girl, butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach.

“Totally!”

When her dad helps her do her seatbelt, Chrissy catches sight of how pink her cheeks have turned in the wing mirror. 

[jakestabletop]

Wargames Illustrated 424 arrived in the US, through Ironheart Artisans' distribution. It's 2023 and we learned a long time ago that you can't mail irregular-shaped solid items in thin plastic bags -- USPS sends envelopes through high speed rollers with predictable results when anything thicker than papers or credit cards are inside. I actually was surprised that only 2 figures were broken off the sprue, and one was still present in the other end of the torn inner bag. Other issues have had bent/broken figures bases or smashed details on ships and multiple missing pieces.

In the case of this sprue it's no great loss. The figures look identical to pictures posted in reviews that Warlord themselves apparently have described as "substandard castings that we should not be sending out."

[anonymooseforever007]

Y'all I think I've dug myself into a little hole here. Because y'all see I'm trying to work on this idea for a Alfie fic that I've had for a while now. And it would be that Tommy's new secretary is tasked with keeping Alfie from snooping/leaving while Tom's gone and she just kinda panics and her efforts do not go as anyone would have planned. So I'm here like half way in trying to lead up to what part I first planned the idea for and I've gotten very off track. We've gone from:

"You had been so nervous about someone trying to break in you'd almost concussed poor Arthur with his own stapler when he'd come in the back door."

to

"Wouldn't that be a story to hold over the shorter gangster though. The time he had bent Tommy's new secretary over the man's own desk in under an hour."

And I just don't know how to bring it back to where I wanna go y'all. Even though it's not much it's just been pulled to far from the tone I wanted it to go without being a bit choppy if that makes sense.

I think the circle of life for this story has broken off the rails of the crazy train and it's now on a roller coaster I'm not tall enough to ride. Or I may be tall enough to ride the straps on the chair are broken and we're headed to a big drop. At least for what I wanna do with this idea. Maybe another one but not this one.

I still do want it to end up where it originally was headed, because I really like the prompt that I stared with. But I think if I do that I'm gonna have to get rid of like half of what I've already written and I also don't wanna do that😂😅 I think I may just cut it in half where it starts to veer off and finish it from there but save the rest and take little tidbits for other things maybe?

And yeah that's about it for my vague ramble for tonight.😅 Has anyone else ever ended up doing that? Y'all get half way through a fic only to realise it's not going where you want and if you wanna go back you're gonna have to cut like half of it out? What did y'all do then? Theoretically could I possibly make two stories with the same exact beginning only different endings? I kinda wanna do that but then I have to not only finish the one I planned on but also finish the one I didn't plan on and I have no clue where I want that one to go because that bits a bit of a mess itself already. Plus I already got other stuff I wanna finish soon too and the story's it's for isn't the one I wanna do most right now, even if I have been trying get it done. But I still don't wanna get rid of the veered off part completely no either. Because even though I don't write smut I actually like the line that I made it too unexpectedly 😂 It just kinda makes me 🤭😏🤭 if that makes sense and I don't wanna delete it, even if I don't know where to put it. And yeah, has that happened to anyone else?. Ok now I promise that's the end of my ramble. Hope y'all are having a good night!!!!!! Byeeeeee!!!!

[cyandocs]

To enthrall and entertain you, I thought I would copy/paste my growing list of strange things I've litter-picked at the park where I work

E-Cigarettes

A custom bike license plate

A bike reflector

Clothes (mostly socks and undies)

A clothes hanger

A fanny pack

A ¾ full big Monster energy drink (the tragedy)

A package for a pair of pliers. In a public bathroom.

A bundle of working matches

Miscellaneous undefined Metal Bits

Toothbrushes and floss

Makeup- Particularly lip gloss

Half full perfume rollers

Decorative button/ cabochon

Velcro/ hook & latch / whatever they want you to call it

An unopened box of off-brand cereal (toasty-O's)

Half a gallon of milk (a different day than the cereal, but about the same location?)

Nail clippers

Anime pin (Fruit's Basket)

An unopened can of Chef Boyardee

Unopened pads/ pantyliners (A lot of them in one place.)

A pillow

Kandy/ Bead bracelet

Mardi Gras beads. In a tree. I live nowhere near New Orleans

Hot Wheels

Shoes (pairs and singles, adults and children's)

A completely bent pair of glasses

A broken air fryer(?)

Hotel key cards

Random broken pieces of timber

A destroyed Harlequin Romance Novel

A cracked, but working, Amazon tablet

A Pool Noodle. In the middle of winter.

Addendums: A majority, though not all, of these can probably be attributed to the homeless population in the park. Unfortunate amount of drug addiction here. As such, I didn't find it necessary to list the sheer numbers of needles and aluminum foil I've found. Like, sure, maybe interesting once or twice, but not out of place enough to be weird. Which is kinda sad.

The pool noodle is the most recent- these are probably mostly in chronological order. I know pipe insulation also exists but this was a neon green thing next to broken toys. I'm going to assume it's a noodle by that context.

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Garage Door Safety Tips for Homeowners in Camarillo

Garage doors are an essential feature of any home, providing access to garages while contributing to the overall security and appearance of the property. Despite their importance, many homeowners overlook the potential hazards associated with garage doors. Understanding garage door safety is crucial for preventing accidents and maintaining the longevity of the door. This article will outline important safety tips for homeowners to ensure that their garage door functions safely and efficiently.

Why Garage Door Safety Matters

Garage doors are heavy, moving parts that operate under significant tension. The springs, cables, and motors that power them are under constant strain. Any malfunction or failure can result in accidents, property damage, or injury. Proper maintenance and awareness of safety protocols are necessary to prevent such issues. By following a few simple guidelines, homeowners can ensure their garage doors continue to serve them safely for years to come.

Common Garage Door Hazards

Before diving into the safety tips, it is essential to be aware of the common risks that can arise with garage doors. These include:

Injuries from Falling Doors: Garage doors are heavy and, when improperly maintained, can fall unexpectedly, posing a significant risk of injury.

Pinching or Crushing Hazards: The edges of the door, or the area where the door closes, can cause injuries to fingers, hands, or other body parts if someone is not paying attention.

Malfunctioning Springs: Garage door springs are under high tension and can break or snap, causing the door to become unstable or fall abruptly.

Electrical Hazards: The garage door opener involves electrical components, and if the wiring is faulty or damaged, it could pose an electrical hazard.

Obstructed Tracks and Hinges: When the tracks are misaligned or obstructed, the door may malfunction, and there could be a risk of injury while the door operates.

Key Garage Door Safety Tips for Homeowners

Here are the most important safety tips homeowners can follow to avoid garage door-related accidents and injuries.

1. Inspect Your Garage Door Regularly

Routine inspections of your garage door can help identify potential issues before they become serious problems. A garage door inspection should include:

Checking the door balance: Manually lift the door halfway. If it doesn't stay in place or feels uneven, the door may be unbalanced, and this could be a sign of a broken spring or malfunctioning opener.

Inspecting the springs: The springs are under a great deal of tension. If you notice any signs of wear, rust, or gaps, it's essential to contact a professional to replace them.

Examine the cables and rollers: Ensure that the cables and rollers are in good condition and properly lubricated. If any rollers are cracked, bent, or damaged, they need to be replaced.

Check the tracks: The tracks should be free of debris and properly aligned. If they’re misaligned, the door may jam, which can be a safety hazard.

2. Keep Your Hands and Fingers Away from Moving Parts

One of the most significant safety concerns with garage doors is the risk of injury due to pinching or crushing. Always avoid placing your hands or fingers near the edges of the door or in the path of moving parts like springs, cables, and rollers.

Use the wall control or remote: Never attempt to manually open or close the door while it’s in motion. Use the wall-mounted control panel or a remote to operate the door safely.

Install sensors: Many newer garage doors come equipped with safety sensors that stop the door from closing if something is in its path. Make sure these sensors are working properly and positioned correctly.

3. Keep the Area Around the Garage Door Clear

It's essential to keep the area around the door clear of obstructions. This includes:

The floor area: Ensure that there are no objects in the way of the door’s movement. If the door is obstructed, it may not close completely, which can be dangerous.

The opening: Don't allow pets or children to play near or under the garage door while it's opening or closing. Accidents can happen quickly, and even a slow-moving door can cause serious injury.

4. Test the Reverse Mechanism Regularly

A garage door’s reverse mechanism is designed to reverse the direction of the door if something is in its path. This feature is crucial for preventing injuries, especially when closing the door. Here's how to test it:

Place an object in the door’s path: For example, a piece of cardboard or wood. Press the close button, and observe if the door reverses when it touches the object.

Check the force settings: If the door doesn’t reverse or requires too much force, it may need adjustment. Improper settings can lead to the door not reversing when necessary, causing potential accidents.

5. Ensure Proper Door Opener Maintenance

Garage door openers require regular maintenance to operate smoothly. Here are some tasks to keep in mind:

Lubricate moving parts: Apply a silicone-based lubricant to the door’s rollers, hinges, and tracks. Avoid using WD-40, as it may attract dirt and debris.

Check the opener’s functionality: Make sure the opener is working correctly and has an emergency release handle in case of a power failure.

Replace batteries: If your opener is battery-powered, replace the batteries at least once a year to ensure it functions properly.

6. Install Safety Features

Modern garage doors come equipped with several safety features that can help reduce the risk of injury or accidents:

Safety sensors: These sensors, located near the bottom of the door frame, detect if something is in the door's path. If an obstruction is detected, the door will automatically reverse.

Auto-reverse function: The door should reverse direction immediately when it encounters an obstacle. This function is an important safety feature to help prevent injury or property damage.

Emergency release mechanism: This allows you to disengage the opener and manually lift the door in the event of a power failure or malfunction.

7. Don’t Attempt DIY Repairs

Garage door repairs are complex and involve many components that are under high tension. Attempting to repair the door yourself can result in injury. For example:

Broken springs: If the torsion springs break, they release immense amounts of stored energy. Trying to repair them yourself can be dangerous, as they can snap and cause serious harm.

Faulty opener: If your opener is malfunctioning, it’s best to have a professional inspect and repair it, rather than risk further damage.

If you're not familiar with garage door mechanisms, always contact a professional for repairs.

8. Teach Children About Garage Door Safety

Garage doors are powerful and heavy, which can be especially dangerous for children. Teach them the following safety rules:

Never play near or under the garage door.

Don’t stand or walk near a closing door.

Don’t push buttons or use the remote without adult supervision.

Being proactive in educating children can prevent accidents and injuries in the home.

9. Be Aware of Weather-Related Issues

The weather can also impact the performance of your garage door. During extreme weather conditions such as storms, floods, or extreme heat:

Inspect for damage: After a storm, check for any visible damage to your door, including dents or cracks in the panels or misalignment of the tracks.

Prevent rust and corrosion: In coastal areas with high humidity or near saltwater, ensure that your door components are protected from rust. Regular cleaning and lubrication can prevent corrosion.

10. Hire a Professional for Annual Maintenance

Routine professional maintenance is essential to ensure your garage door is in top working condition. A professional will inspect all the components, make any necessary adjustments, and ensure the door operates safely and efficiently.

Schedule annual inspections: Set up an appointment at least once a year with a qualified technician to check for wear and tear.

Keep maintenance records: Maintaining a log of all service performed can help track repairs and give you insight into any recurring issues.

Conclusion

By following these garage door repair camarillo homeowners can significantly reduce the risk of accidents, injuries, and costly repairs. Regular maintenance, professional inspections, and safety feature checks can ensure your garage door operates smoothly and safely for years to come. Remember, if you encounter a problem or issue with your garage door, always consult a professional to address the issue. Safety should always be your top priority when it comes to the upkeep and operation of your garage door.