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[sirrentxt]

Something about Luis leaning into Virgin Mary more than Jesus and God himself. Something about her being associated with holiness, hope, conversion of a sinner and motherly love.

His mother, absent; a memory, a tale, not so different from the knights and the dragons, save for the things that—Grandfather claims—carry the imprint of her fingers, the things that had the pleasure to witness the gentleness of her hand, years past. To Luis, she's family, familiar, a stranger, a ghost; a blurry figure in the eye of his mind. No pictures, no paintings, just his Grandfather's words: you have her eyes.

Luis being taught that, even if they say otherwise, God's love is conditional; but having Grandfather, more so than the Priest, be the source of information about Holy Mary. And never having Grandfather imply that her love is conditional. Luis believing that even if he's abandoned by God and His son, the Mother will be there for him.

Grandfather telling little Luis that his mom is watching over him alongside the Holy Mother. That even when mom can't watch over him, Mother Mary can, and she does, and she always will.

Her love isn’t religious, in his eyes. It’s purely motherly.

You can't love her more than Jesus did, Grandfather says to him one day, in passing. Luis thinks it a challenge, and loves her even more.

The drastic difference between God (Father; Allfather, paternal, proud, unreachable, mighty. God give me strength and God bless and God be with you. Conditional love; hate for the sinner. The one to exile, condemn, abandon) and Virgin Mary (Mother; maternal, gentle, caretaker. Present in households, a symbol of hope, protector of hearth. Unconditional love, no matter the weight of the sin, no matter what happens—watching over her children)

Luis' life, where God exists mainly in the church, in the prayer, in the concept—but Mother Mary is present, and in every house; somehow, or more so, even in his house, the house where no mother reaches out to her for strength and guidance, for protection from evil, because there is only two of them here; he and Grandfather.

In this house, she fills in the blanks.

When he's older and push comes to shove, it's not God or Jesus that he keeps close to his heart. When he thinks himself a sinner, a lost lamb, when the gifted cross no longer gleams around his neck, resting instead in a dusty drawer under ink-stained notes—it's the silhouette of Holy Mary that keeps him company, engraved on a ring he got, in a subtle reach for faith, off a man at the flea market. It's Holy Mary's image that he turns towards the wall on the nights when men pass through his sheets. It's her that sits patiently in the back of his mind, the corner of his kitchen, even though no prayer leaves his lips, other than the sinful ones he doesn't dare repeat in the light of day—they're not for the ears of the Mother, and they're not for the ears of God.

He might be His child, and still he picks Mother over Father.

pet project: meta // luis, on holy mary

[rapturously]

TO THE WOLVES.

𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁. | one-shot — not requested.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴. | bo sinclair / fem!reader / vincent sinclair.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁. | 5.8K.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. | threesome (m/f/m), mild degradation, spitting, vaginal fingering, dry humping, vaginal sex, breast play, tiddy sucking, dirty talk, descriptions of cum, breeding kink if you squint, begging, choking, biting, etc. this was extremely horny and I’m not apologizing.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. | wow I’m back ?? this was my first big writing project of the year and I think I’ll probably do more with it, honestly. thanks for being so patient. I said I’d have this done a month ago (lmao I lied) but here it is. extremely proud of this one. thanks for your support, I love you all so much!

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August hung like a noxious cloud, oozing with sticky humidity and a brutal heat like no other. Crawdads sang in the dead of night, a cacophony that rose above the thick, Louisiana marshlands. Any heat was enough to drive you away indoors, to the cooler gloom of the Sinclair household — windows down, curtains billowing in the night.

Hikers and sightseers became increasingly prevalent, roaming the woods with a giddiness that would soon be snuffed out forever. It was best if you kept away from the onslaught that was to come, but you were never very far — screams echoed from the basement, silenced by a wax tomb.

A passive accomplice, that was what you were. Present for it all, never dissuading the twins from persuing their town of terror. Perhaps a sliver of you, a depraved splinter enjoyed it all, unconsciously reveling in the suffering, but you didn’t know yourself anymore.

Faces came and went, faces forever sealed inside wax, inside of the museum. Each with eyes that screamed fear, begging for a quick demise — eyes that lost such a lively sheen as time passed.

Sometimes you wondered what it was like to inhabit Bo’s brain, or perhaps Vincent’s — those fractured, mystifying minds that were capable of such immeasurable destruction. You would never exude chaos like they could, never be molded into their protégé, but you were their anchor.

Bo liked to pet your hair, whisper strings of vulgar words into your ear, tell you how much he wanted you. He was the thunder — tumultuous, rancorous and boisterous, yet clouded with a gloom that you couldn’t quite place, nor penetrate. Many people feared thunder, as it meant a storm was approaching, but thunder often paled in comparison to lightning.

That was Vincent — the lightning. Quick, unpredictable, unyielding — beautiful in the most terrifying of ways. He was some coiled predator, his rage subdued, agony subtle. It was hidden beneath the pale visage of a mask and beneath the many wax statues he’d poured countless hours into. Vincent’s hands were delicate, yet forged to kill, perhaps more than Bo’s ever were.

As you laid in bed, layered in a sheen of perspiration and trapped within a snare of sheets, you were only half-awake. Floorboards creaked underneath the quick, haughty steps of Bo, whose calloused fingers dragged against your cheek, his gentle way of rousing you.

“Hey,” A hoarse utterance emerged from his chapped lips, temples glittering with sweat from the fog of Louisiana heat. “Need your help.” Bo felt a pang of irritation for waking you, but it was urgent.

Stirring to consciousness, your vision swam with the bleariness of sleep, brows furrowing together. It wasn’t common for Bo to wake you in the dead of night like this, but you pushed yourself upright anyway, reaching for your robe. “What’s wrong?” You asked, attempting to swallow the growing lump within your throat.

Bo’s resolve was steadily fracturing, like the cracking of a stone foundation. He maintained a tempered glower for now, jaw set with an uncomfortable tension. “Vincent.” It only took a singular word for you to understand the gravity of the situation.

Haste drove you as you skittered out of bed, following Bo down the stairs and into the kitchen. You could make out the back of Vincent’s head — raven-coloured tresses somewhat disheveled, lithe form slumped-over within one of the wooden chairs. He was never out like this — you knew how much Bo’s twin preferred the sanctuary of the basement, his slice of seclusion.

Part of Vincent’s sweater had been torn apart, frayed fabric seeped in barely-dried crimson. The basement door was agape, and so was the front door. A shape of a body was laying just outside on the front steps, and you wondered if one of the victims had attempted an escape.

“He asked for you,” Bo’s voice did not retain the usual venom. The elder Sinclair was possessive over you, but the grievous injuries his brother had sustained far outweighed his own volatility. “M’askin’ you t’do what you can for him.”

Something pulled at your heartstrings, then and there — Vincent rarely requested your company. It was enough to warrant a look of surprise, but you couldn’t afford to stew within your own feelings.

“Of course.” Your gaze shifted, meeting Bo’s own fiery hues as he edged toward the doorway. A new pressure arose, taking care of his wounded twin, but you had stitched Bo up countless times before. This wouldn’t be any different.

It was the first time you had witnessed such vulnerability from Vincent, though unwilling, it still struck you as foreign. You fumbled around the kitchen for everything you’d need, returning to his side without an utterance.

Bo took care of the corpse outside — a likely distraction from the present. It was always him in Vincent’s position, bloodied and beaten, being torn apart and sewn up by you more times than he could count. His helplessness in the matter would be his own undoing if he didn’t keep himself occupied.

From the shadow of the front steps, Bo watched as you cleaned his brother’s wounds, gentle as to not startle him. It wasn’t your actions that made him grit his teeth, but the haunting manner in which Vincent ogled you, head canted downwards. Bo knew that look — intimately understood how his twin must’ve been staring, raking you in over and over — because it was the very same way he looked at you, too.

For the longest time, Bo deprived his twin of you, afraid that he’d come to blows over his own ugly, possessive desire, but his mind began to change. His own thoughts began to blossom into something insidious, fueled by a multitude of things — lust, frenzy, you, and perhaps an understanding of his own flesh and blood.

An understanding of what it was like to want — to fester with desire, bleeding want and endlessly yearning for something that you couldn’t have. In a moment of vulnerability, Bo felt a pang of sympathy for his twin.

As he hauled the body toward his truck, it left the both of you out of-sight, for now.

Vincent’s cerulean hue fluttered toward the door — Bo no longer stood vigil, lost to the dusk, prompting him to focus on you. He could detect his searing glare from the beyond, as if he possessed some sixth sense for his brother’s disdainful jealousy. He valued his twin’s feelings, but a sliver of it evaporated when it came to you.

You — uncomfortably seated on dirtied floorboards, knees digging into decades-old wood as your hands scurried to tend to him. Vincent wholly understood why Bo was enamored with you. It was difficult not to be, in truth — what man wouldn’t be?

Nimble fingers curled into the dirtied, rib-knit fabric, keeping his sweater aloft, allowing you to work unhindered. It was a deeper gash than he thought, but never enough to incapacitate him. He was stronger than that, pushing himself to the very edge over and over again.

His torso resembled a battlefield, scars etched deep into his pale flesh, livid and seething. Each mark told a story — a victim, an incident, or perhaps something more. Vincent kept a thinly-veiled investment into your movements, gaze fluttering across the delicate bend of your digits. Warm water cleansed the blood from his skin, towel and pressure soon to follow.

Feeling the residual effects from Bo’s tempestuous stare and aloof demeanor, you kept quiet, dutifully working on Vincent’s wounds. The silence was deafening — perhaps too loud, filling the gap with an unusual tension. He was eerily still, glittering eye glued to you, fluttering back and forth as he followed you.

Vincent often experienced something close to jealousy whenever he saw you and Bo together — some concealed sliver of his being yearned for that closeness, too. Envy became an understatement, and his fantasies were often locked away within wax statues. He wouldn’t dare intrude on what he presumed to be Bo’s, yet a string of intrusive thoughts began to take root, salacious seeds soon to blossom into something darker.

Both were callous in their own way — Bo was verbally obtuse, whereas Vincent was physically indifferent. Yet, both were violently possessive in similar ways, more than you were aware of. It would be a volatile clash if they were both involved at an intimate level. Vincent knew that Bo would never relinquish you without malice and hostility involved somehow.

Even now, with his twin nowhere in sight, he maintained a great deal of self-control, digits tensing against the tabletop. A sanguine glow enveloped you, cast in blood-orange and the dismal, pale kitchen light — the prettiest creature he’d ever seen.

It would’ve been so swift — brushing the top of your hair, ghosting his fingertips across the contour of your jawline, or perhaps leaning closer to inhale your scent. Yet, it all felt wrong, as if he were attempting to take something that didn’t belong to him. Vincent exhaled, slow and melancholy, before leaning back within the chair.

Curiosity and concern brought about your voice, words bubbling to the surface at last. “What happened?” The wound could’ve been a product of a great many things, and you decided to not voice your list of assumptions.

“Glass.” Vincent’s digits moved sluggishly, his signing seemingly exhausted. His hawkish gaze drifted toward the glittering shards that were partially scattered across the living room floor. It must’ve been a sizable shard of glass — he’d taken a gruesome hit.

Your brow furrowed, expression twitching with concern. “I’m sorry.” The apology slipped from your lips, laced with an underlying apprehension.

“No,” You apologized for things beyond your control, and your understanding — Vincent was to blame for the carnage, and he was willing to accept accountability. “Happened more times than I can count.” He signed, a soft grunt escaping him as you began to stitch flesh together again.

Sorrow sank into your bones — Vincent always had Bo present to pick him up, stitch him back together again. You wondered what would happen if he wasn’t around to do so. You weren’t a constant in their lives until recently, but you envisioned Vincent mending himself with those dexterous hands, hands that breathed life into wax, and snuffed it out all the same.

“Tell me if it’s too much, it isn’t a shallow wound.” Your mumble emerged from between frowning lips and a voice that commanded concentration. It was easy to immerse yourself in Vincent — he was noticeably different from his brother. Vincent was wiry and musculed, but wore it like a sleek jungle cat.

Bo held muscle in his arms — the taut, working hands of a skilled mechanic, rugged and calloused. The rest of him was stout and not nearly as lithe as his twin, who stood above him in stature. You enjoyed mulling over the comparisons, the intricate details that caught your eye, be it a scar or otherwise.

Hawkish eyes carefully roved over you, drinking you in as if he’d never seen you before — again, and again, and again. Vincent could watch you like this for an eternity from behind the curtain of midnight hair and the wax-laden visage.

He tensed and bit at his sleeve as you gained ground with the stitching, over halfway through. You could detect his pain — it was palpable, rolling off of him in red-hot waves that you wanted to quell so very terribly. “Almost done,” You breathed, noticing his white knuckles grappling at the tabletop. “Sorry.” The apology emerged, rushed as ever.

Vincent’s hands were terrifying and beautiful altogether — and in the midst of mending flesh, your mind descended into a flurry of depravity. What would it feel like for him to touch you, mold you in the way he did with wax? It was sudden, took you by surprise — so much so, that heat consumed your body, a purging fire.

Only his twin had touched you — it was often rough, twined with spurts of need and carnal lust and affection all twisted into some unruly knot. Bo was good to you, better when he wanted to be, but your thoughts began to dwell on Vincent.

How would he make you feel?

As you completed the last stitch, your throat grew tight, as if this foreign swarm of newfound sensations had stolen the breath from your lungs. Part of you felt guilty, as if this was the start of a horrible betrayal against Bo — none of it was intentional.

Sluggishly, Vincent began to uncoil his body, as if the tension washed away all at once. Despite the searing pain from his abdomen, the worst was over — medication could fix it.

“Vincent,” Your voice had dropped an octave, strenuous from tension and soft all the same, “You okay?” His lack of a reaction had prompted your concern, but maybe that was just it — he was accustomed to the pain.

“I’ll be fine.” Vincent signed, slumping backward into the rickety chair, despite the uncomfortable nature of the object itself. A soft, breathy sigh escaped him, barely audible through the waxy seal of the mask. He watched you stand, fingertips matted with his blood.

As you lingered at his side for a moment longer, goosebumps erupted like a plague across your flesh, feeling the sensation of his hand catch yours. Vincent’s touch was unusually gentle, perhaps an extension of gratitude, but it lasted much longer to be only that — your throat became tight, warmth soon to follow.

“Vincent,” A hapless gasp escaped you, likely worried of Bo’s impending return. “Is everything —“

The vice-like snare of his grasp began to tighten, as if commanding you to stay for only a moment, no recoiling. With his available hand, he signed, piercing gaze boring right through you like the bite of a knife. “Thank you.” The calloused pad of his thumb drifted across your knuckles, then.

“Y’finished with ‘im?” Bo’s tempered drawl filled the room — his hands were dirtied, in the process of being wiped clean by a stained rag. He pretended not to notice his twin clinging onto you, crossing the threshold from entryway to kitchen.

“Yeah.” Reluctantly, you slipped away from Vincent, nearly leaping sideways when Bo made himself known. An uncomfortable sensation began to flourish within the pit of your stomach, a gnawing that refused to cease.

It would’ve been dishonest of him to admit that he didn’t feel some seething streak of jealousy when Vincent grasped for your hand — Bo felt it fester, snap like the crack of a whip, before diminishing. He keenly studied the startled look you wore, picking it apart, dissecting you as you passed him into the kitchen.

Bo made the short stride toward his twin, crouching down in the very same spot you were in just moments beforehand. This was done intentionally, swiftly — while you were distracted with cleaning up, he spoke in hushed whispers to Vincent.

The brothers kept low, a conversation done in rugged utterances and the brief movement of curious fingers. Bo momentarily peered over his shoulder, hawkishly watching as you washed yourself free of his twin’s blood, tidied up the kitchen afterwards.

It was agreed upon, then — Vincent’s gaze held a vast amount of understanding, and perhaps a twinge of gratitude. Bo fought against a salacious grin, yet it forcefully tugged at the corner of his mouth anyway. Both of them moved at once, as if their minds were one. Vincent lingered at the fringes of the table, movements unhindered by his injury.

You entered the fray, cleansed and dazed — your countenance reflected a semblance of confusion as Bo sauntered toward you. Something seemed off, as if the tension had suddenly flared to life, but a different tension — it lacked envy or malice, this one more familiar to you.

“She’s real pretty, ain’t she, Vince?” Bo drawled, clicking his tongue as he began to circle you like a predator flying overhead. He reveled in the way you shrank — a sheepish, bashful little thing. It was the instantaneous nature of it that left him feeling victorious, chest swelling with pride.

“Bo,” Your voice rose above a whisper, but only slightly. Instead, your stomach fluttered with butterflies, a nervousness gnawing its way into your very bones. “Stop.” Meek — your trembling tone reeked of it.

Bo finally stopped by your right side, swiping the pad of his thumb over your jaw. “Real sweet too, must be, puttin’ up with th’two of us,” As you opened your mouth to protest, he squeezed, forcing you to tense — your lips quivered. “Should hear her in bed. Mewlin’ like a little kitten.”

Vincent’s posture remained unnaturally rigid, though as Bo rambled on about the lascivious nature of your relationship, he slacked. Instead, he inched forward, tall and lithe as he leered in your direction — the electricity felt from his ogling alone was enough to make your knees shake. Dark tresses framed his visage, no obstructions this time.

“Yeah, you’ll see,” Bo purred into your ear, calloused digits stroking along your flesh, evoking a wave of gooseflesh that prickled across your skin. “Bet y’think ‘bout her, don’t you?” His inquiry was sharp, fringed with a faint venom, directed right at his brother.

You froze, a shudder rolling down your spine, skin feeling like an open furnace, as if fire had devoured you whole. The tension had reached an uncomfortable high, able to be sliced with the dullest of knives. “Bo,” You urged, unsure of where he was going with this. “What are you doing?”

He was hungry — a leering wolf, with sharp teeth and a ravenous stare. “M’brother likes lookin’ at y’too,” Bo husked, bleeding heat from behind you now. It was enough to evoke a shudder, your flesh creeping with an insatiable warmth. “You want him?”

There were little indications of humour — Bo’s voice remained steely, impervious to your bewilderment. Roughened digits slipped underneath your chin, directing your stare toward Vincent. It almost felt akin to some fever dream, a mirage that teased you in the dead of night.

No — this was reality.

“I—I…” Your stammer turned uncertain. If Bo expected honesty, he surely knew the answer already, didn’t he? Concern ate away at your gut — you were terrified of hurting Bo if you admitted your growing desires. What were you supposed to say?

“Be honest, sweetheart. M’bein’ real generous right now, he knows it.” Bo uttered along the cartilage of your ear, teeth gently scraping enough to make you shiver. He liked that — he drowned himself in making you so wound-up. “I ain’t a fuckin’ fool.” He murmured, nipping at the skin just underneath your earlobe.

A flame burned within your belly — a fire that demanded to be extinguished. You felt feverish, feeling the heat creep along your skin like a virus, or some haze. You were staring at Vincent now, who was closer than he was moments prior. Suddenly, the gravity of the situation began to feel heavy.

“Yes,” There was a relief you felt, in confessing. “I want the both of you,” Your voice nearly trailed off into some pathetic whine. “I want you both so bad.” You felt so desperate, in the best way possible. You knew that you were in for it, but the exhilaration replaced the nervousness.

“Mm,” Bo smirked, pressing a chaste kiss against the side of your head, nose briefly nestled atop your crown. “Hear that, Vince? She wants us both.” Leading the charge, he shamelessly reached around, groping at your breast in front of his twin who stood mere inches away, within arm’s reach.

Two layers of thin fabric was all that separated you from them — your baggy nightshirt and panties, concealed by the hem of the shirt itself. Bo was itching, chomping at the bit to see how much of a mess you’d become, a listless lust dancing beneath his mischievous stare.

Vincent finally closed in, peering toward his brother for approval. His dexterous hand closed around the hilt of his ivory knife, which sat soundly against his hip, begging to be utilized.

“No kissin’,” Bo uttered, his command directed toward Vincent — not you. “If y’fuck her, pull out, or this’ll never happen again.” The regulations were set — Vincent was willing to adhere to them. Kissing wasn’t something he sought from you, anyway. “Everythin’ else is fair game.”

Bo liked your mouth — that was his. He was being benevolent enough by sharing you, and Vincent knew this. As both twins shared an unspoken acknowledgment of boundaries, the fun was set to begin, and it was off to a jarring start as razor-sharp silver sliced down through your shirt.

A hapless gasp escaped you, emerging from the back of your throat. Vincent watched, endlessly hungry, desire flickering to life within his singular eye. He tugged the torn garment away, and your flesh prickled with goosebumps, due to some sick thrill coupled with the cool air.

Using the sofa as a crutch, Bo was comfortable enough to keep you pinned against him, his chest pressed snugly into your back. “Don’t be shy, Vince.” He growled, kneading your breasts between calloused fingers, planting a string of hot kisses along your neck.

You moaned, sheepishly ogling Vincent through half-lidded lashes. His breathing hitched — your eyes connected for a moment, enough for him to smooth his palm across your stomach, teasing the waistband of your panties.

It was brief — he lifted his hand toward his mask, slipping it aside enough to place two fingers into his mouth, coating his digits in spit. The realization of his intentions was what hit you the most, a pang of arousal that gathered between your legs.

Vincent’s hand lowered, quick to journey toward the juncture between your thighs. One hand tangled into a fist around your panties, tugging them down enough to barge in between, parting your legs with his sinewy frame.

His touch was incendiary — hot like the lick of an open flame, raking embers across your aching cunt. Vincent’s wet fingers found their way to your clit, causing you to sputter, whimper his name in as he stroked along your slit. He kept a steady rhythm, though it almost felt exploratory, as if he were dissecting you.

“Vincent,” You moaned, hips jolting into his hand, body beginning to rattle. Bo’s hands kept busy, nipples tugged and tortured through his thumb and forefinger, teeth grazing along the dip between your neck and shoulder. “Vince.”

The stark contrast between the brothers became glaringly apparent as time passed — you could find favor in both methods of intimacy. Vincent’s touch was borderline obsessive, yet he reveled in the compliance, the surrender. His digits continued to rub against your slit, until he began to work his way inside of you.

Your breath hitched, heart hammering erratically as his fingers sluggishly invaded your cunt. Swallowed by your tight heat, Vincent easily fell into some sort of pattern, moving his digits forward and back, just enough to make you squirm.

Bo’s digits wove their way into your hair, tugging you back at an angle, enough for his mouth to collide with yours — teeth, tongue, and lust. His jeans chafed against your backside, met with friction and the tangible protrusion of his erection. “Y’like that, don’t you?” He mumbled.

In between a flurry of feverish kisses, you could barely catch your breath, trapped between Vincent’s dexterous fingers and Bo’s greedy maw. He bit your lower lip, sharp enough to draw blood, coppery twang spattering against your tongue. Another simpering moan escaped you as Vincent curled his digits inside of you, thumb pressing to your clit.

“Yeah,” Bo exhaled, tongue catching crimson as he lapped at your mouth. “Lemme hear you.” He slurred, one hand wrestling with his belt in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure mounting within his cock.

You moaned again, cunt clenching around Vincent, legs beginning to quiver. “M’close.” A whimper tore past your lips, haplessly wedged between them. The taller twin let his fingers increase in speed, slipping in and out of your wet slit with a newfound haste. His free hand fell to your hip, as if guiding you toward an orgasm.

There wasn’t any room for recuperation — you came on Vincent’s fingers, nearly seeing stars, a white-hot haze blurring your senses. Bo spun you around, at his mercy as you faced him. Vincent was right behind you, chest nudging against your back, dark tresses brushing against the exposed skin of your shoulder.

“Open that pretty mouth, baby.” His voice was an alluring husk. Bo’s countenance was glazed with lust, hues dark and fiery — it was intense, more than you’d ever seen before. His thumb pried your mouth apart, caressing your lower lip as a show of affection.

Bo was shameless as he spit into your mouth, palm clasped tightly against the side of your jaw, digits unnaturally tense. It was more than enough to send another surge of heat between your legs, cunt still oozing with wetness and warmth.

“Fuckin’ slut, aren’t ‘cha?” Grit and desire struck you right to your core, his tone dropping an octave as he watched you swallow his saliva without an ounce of protest. Bo kissed the corner of your mouth, his hand now replacing Vincent’s. “Wet from that, look at you.” He crooned.

“Please Bo,” As pathetic as it seemed, you were desperate to have him inside of you — it didn’t matter for how long, or how much. You wanted to scratch the itch, to have the brothers fill the void within you. “Bo, fuck,” Your voice ran ragged, high-pitched and needy. “Please, Vince.”

Vincent purred — a sound akin to the low rolling of thunder. His fingers deftly swept across your shoulder, sweeping tresses aside as one hand loosened his belt. It made your heart skip a beat, stomach sloshing with anticipation.

“What d’you think, Vince? Should we let her have it?” Bo smirked — wolfish, a true mastermind as he toyed with you, as if you were nothing more than fodder for hungry predators. “She’s real needy.” He uttered, digits caressing along your cheek.

The jingling of an unclasped belt caught your attention, followed by the feeling of Vincent’s cock nestled against your rump. Gooseflesh tore across your skin like a tidal wave, and you swallowed the growing lump within your throat — he wasn’t shrewd by any means.

Bo let out a derisive snort, lip curling in a sneer. “Guess yer goin’ first,” He wasn’t thrilled, but at least he could take his time with you afterwards — torture you a little. Instead, his mouth lowered to the column of your throat, teeth playfully nicking sensitive flesh. “Mm.”

Vincent was less practiced, and twice as vigorous as his twin — his cock found its way to your cunt, and without warning, he thrust himself into you. A strangled whimper left you, devoured by Bo’s hungry kiss. Wax-laden palms clasped the curve of your hips, fingers gripping hard enough to leave bruises as he began to fuck you.

It was rough — you half expected Vincent to be sluggish, but his excitement and adrenaline had contorted him into nothing more than an avatar of lust. His cock smacked into your cunt with a plethora of lewd noises, stretching and filling you in a way that Bo couldn’t.

“Fuck,” You groaned, body glued to Bo’s. He was keeping busy, lips lowering from neck to collarbone, and then to your breasts. He was bent at an awkward angle, but as soon as his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, it was pure bliss. “Bo, Vincent.” A whine left you.

Vincent’s grunts resonated just beside your ear, then. Every inch of him was consumed by your cunt, tight around him as he continued to fuck you. It was hot and messy, his pace sometimes scattered and erratic, as if he didn’t know what rhythm to adopt.

You would’ve given anything to stay static within the moment — within them. The voracious way in which Vincent clawed at your flesh, fucked you as if it would be his very last, kept your head spinning around in circles. Bo handled you as if you were molded from obsidian — unbreakable and precious, lips greedily sucking at your breast. The sensations you experienced were prodigious — you felt worshipped, no — coveted.

Wax had shuffled aside, spurred by Vincent’s yearning to just taste you — even if it was brief. Goosebumps prickled across your shoulder as roughened, misshapen lips graced your flesh, unusually gentle. It was a stark contrast to his animalistic thrusts, cock buried deep inside of you whilst his mouth treated you like a princess.

Ragged breathing fanned out across your skin, staggeringly warm, coming in erratic spurts to match Vincent’s sporadic thrusts. It was where he’d always wanted to be — next to you, tangled within you, and now, his opportunity had become reality. His hips snapped forward again, swiftly recoiling to spill himself on you.

Ropes of sticky cum lay glistening against your rump and back. He obeyed Bo’s wishes, despite every fiber in his being urging him otherwise. Vincent watched with silent glee as your legs trembled, rattling like leaves. You hadn’t come again, but Bo was about to leave you unable to walk.

“How’s about another,” Bo crooned, teeth gently nibbling along your earlobe. You scrambled for the correct words, to beg again, but it all died within your throat when you felt Bo’s cock slide against your slick heat. “There we go.”

Vincent’s warmth had left you, his figure retreating away, far enough for him to watch. He had been deprived of watching your countenance when he’d fucked you — his own obsessive tendencies kicked in, a dark and twisted thing. Now, he wanted to see — wanted to hear you, let the memory linger.

Bo was being beyond generous, a sentiment that waxed and waned. If his brother was content with being an observer, he was going to put on a little show. His lips curled into a devious grin, swiveling around to push you up against the sofa, placing high enough to wrap your legs around his hips.

“Want you t’beg for it,” Bo snarled, playfully nipping at your lower lip. “Let m’brother hear whose cock you want.” It was lewd — filthy expletives leaving his mouth in ragged strings. You felt a twinge of guilt, prepared to give Bo exactly what he wanted, but your relationship was, admittedly, much closer.

“Yours, Bo,” Instantaneously, your voice climbed in octave, reaching a pitch of desperation as you haplessly clawed at Bo’s arms. You clung to him, grappling for his shoulders. “I want you, Bo, please!” You whined. “Fuck me!” You weren’t very shy about the volume, either.

Satisfied, Bo thrust himself into your tight cunt, gritting his teeth at the familiar sensation. One hand kept you steady, poised against the curve of your waist, the other finding purchase around your throat. Calloused digits sat snug just underneath your jaw, occasionally applying spurts of pressure.

Your lips fell slack, head lazily lolled backwards as Bo began to fuck you, his pace steady and somewhat sloppy. He’d been waiting, he’d been patient — he wanted what was his. For a moment, your gaze flickered toward Vincent, who hadn’t moved, hadn’t taken his eyes off of you whatsoever.

It made your body burn, flesh crawling with an incendiary heat. Vincent wasn’t focused on the act itself — he was fixated on you. The fluctuations within your visage, the hooded glaze of desire that danced within your eyes, and the supple curves of your form — that was what Vincent reveled in. He cared little for his brother’s antics, but you made it all worthwhile.

Bo’s mouth tangled with yours, effectively tearing your attention away from Vincent altogether. It brought you back to now, to the scent of sex, the growling, bodies all wrapped up within one another. His fingers pressed against your neck, lips all-consuming and ravenous, teeth and tongue and boastfulness.

His cock battered away at your cunt, thighs quivering from the amount of stimulation you’d already been subjected to, enough to make your stomach tighten. “Bo!” You squeaked, nails digging into the jean fabric of his button-down, holding onto him for dear life. “Bo, I — m’close.”

“Gettin’ shy?” He teased, pressing a kiss against the side of your face. Bo was borderline ruthless, picking up his pace from steady to needy, staking his claim, festering with a desire to cum inside of you. “Jus’ a little more, sweetface.” Bo murmured.

Every fiber of your being was set ablaze, and to the brothers, you looked so beautiful like this — succumbing, all ensnared within your own lust, just laid bare.

You felt euphoric, legs trembling as he fucked you senseless, about as rough as he could be without really hurting you. Precum slathered his groin, tendrils of it shooting into your cunt, his cock pulsating and throbbing with warmth. He pounded into you like a man possessed, letting his hand fall away from your jugular, slithering in between your thighs instead.

As soon as his thumb circled your clit against, you cried out, and it was over for you, then. Your body jolted and jerked, reduced to putty within his grasp, cumming on his cock without any warning. Vincent savored the blissful look you bore — eyes nearly closed, lips agape, head rolled back.

Bo grunted, snapping forward once more for good measure, cumming in-tandem with you. Virile ropes of cum flooded your cunt, all inside of you, just as he wanted. It was the rapturous aftermath that allowed the both of you to settle, chests heaving with exhilaration. Perspiration had built up upon Bo’s brow and along the valley between your breasts.

Once he pulled out of you, messy and sluggish, your feet wobbled as you landed upon solid ground. Vincent had stood up somewhere in between, lingering around, as if awaiting commands.

“Fuck,” Bo sighed, unable to wipe the affectionate smirk away from his features. You appeared pleasantly disheveled, but the unusual tension had soon settled in. “Y’should clean up.” He stated, as if he played no part in your current state.

“Asshole.” You grumbled, tone jocular as Bo planted a kiss against your mouth. You squeezed Vincent’s hand in-passing, the gesture enough to catch Bo’s attention. His heart clenched within his chest — the realization that you loved them both was beginning to settle in.

Both of the brothers watched you awkwardly clamor up the stairs — disrobed and flustered. Bo almost felt a sliver of pity, seeing as you could barely walk, but it was partial amusement, too.

Vincent stood at his side, casting a sidelong glance toward his sweaty twin, who was busy basking in all of his post-fucking glory. “We could share.” He signed, a proposition that Bo knew was inevitable. Of course, it was your choice — a choice that he’d have to live with.

“Yeah,” Bo pondered aloud, but his thoughts soon drifted into perverse territory. The way you looked, wedged in between the two of them, was too tantalizing to pass up. “We could.”

[vernalloy]

alright. what's the deal with coyfog

Coyfog is the evil QPR between my TMA OCs, Ziggy Lovett (Flesh) and Merel Ivanov (Vast).

Ziggy Lovett (he/they + sin/sins) is a Flesh avatar. They’re a transmasc nonbinary coydog with schizophrenia and went to a woman’s prison for 6 years after killing two cops in self-defense.

They have been best friends-lovers-roommates-partners with Merel Ivanov from a very young age. Ziggy did not go to college. He has not medically transitioned either. Sin grew up in a household of five (two siblings) and while everyone did their best, it was stressful. They were kicked out when they came out as a lesbian.

He had a brief fling in jail. When sin returned, sin was far more unsocialized and clingy, and with being an ascended human who needs to feed on fear, has been accidentally pushing Merel into the Vast.

As a Flesh avatar, they have control over meat (I have a thing on AO3 about this) but not their own flesh. They can currently control the movement of others, and will be able to make teratoma grow later on. The Flesh, however, feasts on him as well. Sin has a ridiculous healing factor which means medical transition is out of the question— any attempt to assert control over their body, really. See that dog who dwells inside his body like an uninvited guest.

Fun facts: They’re 5’6” and were born on 9/15. Sin is unsurprisingly a therian. He’s also one of those cannibalism-as-love bloggers but sin’s a total poser and despite being an avatar of the Flesh, has not eaten anyone.

Merel Ivanov (she/her) currently works as a physics programmer for Kinetos Studios, an up-and-coming VR company dedicated to making their products completely recreate or outright replace reality. They’re teamed with a mapping company, but often use games for their tech demos. The building goes on forever, you can feel it leaning with the wind. Sometimes the windows aren’t there.

Her apartment isn’t much better. The space would be claustrophobic if not for the way doorways will sometimes lead to hallways which should have never been there. It’s like stepping into a lion’s maw.

Merel is autistic. As a child she was treated as heartless and she’s internalized that. As a result, the way she talks is very direct and thought through. She isn’t sure if she has feelings at all.

She’s in an evil QPR with Ziggy, as stated above. He doesn’t really have anywhere to go. Add that with the white dogboy bullshit and you have a recipe for Goot Lort.

Merel’s pet project is an infinite generative library one can wander around in the digital world. She accidentally overloaded the power grid while trying to force it into reality and got fired just before she took the leap to become an avatar of the Vast.

Her connection to the Vast was predicated by a lifetime hounding by the Lonely and Buried. I’d compare her to Atlas— holding up the weight of the sky. For her, the Vast’s themes of cosmic horror and insignificance are harmful systems too large for one person to do anything about, with a secondary theme in infinite random generation.

Fun facts: She’s 5’3” and born on 2/2, the same year as Ziggy. She makes those 1x1 wood+torch cities in Minecraft and numberless connect-the-dots sheets.

[funtomb]

diane notes.

born in manchester in the uk in the early 40s, went to uni in america where she met her husband ( william ), settled in utah.

went to school for dance, but was slightly above average at best. wild success socialising, though -- very popular, very queen bee. she dropped her accent fast, adopted american fashion, and started networking. her boyfriend / husband was a pet project for her -- see how she can transform a greasy antisocial nerd into a passable, datable member of society!

bloberta mor/al or/el coded.

also amy go/ne gi/rl coded.

she is not ballora. she is not in ballora.

she was not a good mother. she was, at best, absent, and at worst, accepted william's abuse of their children as part of running a normal suburban household. ( an ode to the fridged women and also to their children who have to hear them talked about as madonnas and saints regardless of who they were in life, can we not speak honestly of the dead? )

she isn't dead. she isn't divorced, either. she simply vanished. this is a woman who came out of a situation where playing the social ballgame was essential, and she was a big swinger. she was not going to go through a divorce in mormon utah. it would have ruined her life. she took advantage of the 'trend' of missing people and staged her own disappearance. she took off, changed her name, moved to california. she is missing, presumed dead, but she's very much alive.

she had children for the reason a lot of women in communities like hers have children -- because being pregnant is a status symbol, and she liked fitting in. if you weren't pregnant, if you stopped at just one child, something was assumed wrong. it was also a great way to keep her husband close. she had a child every four years, or whenever she perceived their marriage as slipping. they did not fix it, and in fact made it worse, but it helped to maintain the image of domestic perfection that she was so obsessed with.

she ran a dance school in town. despite being a frankly brilliant businesswoman and marketing director for her own business, she was not a good dance instructor. she ran that place like the military and in the same way that her husband ruined lives at freddy's, she gave those little girls complexes that would last forever.

of course, with a restaurant, the metric of success is selling enough food ( and games, and merch ) to turn a profit, whereas dance instruction is a little more ephemeral. getting enough students to sign on and keep the business open was essential, of course, but it was difficult to track accomplishments the same way william could track his on a sheet. and given the state of freddy's -- the incidents, the police investigations, the poor hygiene, all of it -- she often felt that her husband was failing upwards while she was spinning her wheels, and especially thought that this was unfair since she gave him the social boost that put him in contact with henry in the first place. she played a role for investors, she showed up at press events, she was once again social where he was not. to see her dance studio... not quite crumbling, but not going anywhere ( those girls were in the TRENCHES ) while freddy's failed and thrived made her want to eat cement.

if you can't fix him and can't divorce him and don't care about the kids, DIP.

she's fat and she's desirable. you don't have three children without forming hips and she has more than that.

[earaercircular]

In Saint-Léon close to Bordeaux is located a “laboratory” that gives new life to plastic waste

At the crossroads of contemporary design and the circular economy, the Plastiquerie manufactures sustainable furniture from recycled plastic.

So what do the big yellow and blue bags from Ikea or the construction helmets from the manufacturer Vinci have in common? They are made of a plastic material that can be recycled to make new objects. “Recycled plastic is a material with endless possibilities that I want to make known to designers. It’s a bit like the marble of the Anthropocene”, explains Julie Robert, co-founder of La Plastiquerie [1] based in Saint-Léon[2], about thirty kilometres south-east of Bordeaux.

Shelves, furniture or floor tiles

Since 2021, the independent artistic director has been passionate about this raw material, she has learned the properties of in order to manufacture designer objects and furniture. The association recovers plastic waste in polypropylene (PP)[3], polyethylene (PE)[4] or polystyrene (PS)[5]  to give them a second life. “PET[6] waste such as plastic bottles already benefit from recycling solutions. I focus on families of plastics that are still poorly revalued”, she specifies. Protective films, water tubes from construction sites or industry off-cuts from yoghurt pots are thus treated in a 100 m² workshop housed in the premises of the Syndicate of the Entre-deux-Mers-West-region for the Collection and Treatment of Household Waste[7].

There, under a sheet metal shed, a shredder and a hot press transform the collected waste into confetti and then into large recycled plastic plates that will be used to make shelves, furniture or floor tiles. “La Plastiquerie is a laboratory where we develop prototypes of objects resulting from the recovery of plastic. From cans and flowerpots, for example, I imagined a wall light that saves 980 grams of plastic from landfill and incineration,” explains the entrepreneur.

"Companies want to recycle their own waste"

Although the Plastiquerie was co-founded with another woman, Amandine Boutang, Julie Robert now works alone, sometimes helped by an intern and supported by a board of directors, on her experiments with furniture designed in recycled and recyclable plastic. She is thinking about a waste sorting cabinet for the canteen of the Suez[8]  headquarters in Occitanie-Nouvelle Aquitaine[9]. For the Bordeaux start-up Arits[10], she is working on the design of a lamp. A bank has also just approached her for an interior design project…

"Companies come naturally to the association because they want to recover their own waste or participate in the circular economy", rejoices the forty-year-old who wants to sharpen her expertise on recycled plastic to convince designers to adopt it. Two years after the launch of her project, Julie Robert draws a positive balance sheet: “I discovered the world of the circular economy where the actors are positive, imaginative people, full of energy and solutions. A world in which a great breath of optimism is sweeping in which I find myself.”

Source

Florence Donnarel, A Saint-Léon, un «laboratoire» pour donner une nouvelle vie aux déchets plastiques, in : Libération, 9-01-2023, https://www.liberation.fr/forums/a-saint-leon-un-laboratoire-pour-donner-une-nouvelle-vie-aux-dechets-plastiques-20230109_72VUV54KQJBBJGALYJ2C2FTORQ/

[1] Plastic is far from fantastic when it comes to recycling. At La Plastiquerie, we collect non-recycled deposits to revalorize them and produce small and medium design series. Its objective: to transform plastic waste into highly desirable objects and furniture! http://www.laplastiquerie.com

[2] Saint-Léon is a commune in the French department of Gironde (Nouvelle-Aquitaine region) and has 242 inhabitants (1999). The place is part of the arrondissement of Bordeaux.

[3] Polypropylene is the second-most widely produced commodity plastic (after polyethylene). In 2019, the global market for polypropylene was worth $126.03 billion.

[4] Polyethylene (generic acronym PE), or polyethene, refers to ethylene polymers. Simple and inexpensive to manufacture, PEs are the most common plastic material, representing with 100 million tonnes, approximately one third of all plastics produced in 20186 and half of packaging.

[5] Polystyrene (PS) is a synthetic polymer made from monomers of the aromatic hydrocarbon styrene. Polystyrene can be solid or foamed. General-purpose polystyrene is clear, hard, and brittle. It is an inexpensive resin per unit weight. It is a poor barrier to oxygen and water vapour and has a relatively low melting point.[6] Polystyrene is one of the most widely used plastics, the scale of its production being several million tonnes per year.[7] Polystyrene can be naturally transparent, but can be coloured with colorants. Uses include protective packaging (such as packing peanuts and in the jewel cases used for storage of optical discs such as CDs and occasionally DVDs), containers, lids, bottles, trays, tumblers, disposable cutlery,[6] in the making of models, and as an alternative material for phonograph records.

[6] Polyethylene terephthalate (or poly(ethylene terephthalate), PET, PETE, or the obsolete PETP or PET-P), is the most common thermoplastic polymer resin of the polyester family and is used in fibres for clothing, containers for liquids and foods, and thermoforming for manufacturing, and in combination with glass fibre for engineering resins.

[7] The Syndicat de l'Entre-deux-Mers-Ouest pour la Collecte et le Traitement des Ordures Ménagères (S.E.M.O.C.T.O.M.) (Syndicate of the Entre-deux-Mers-West-region for the Collection and Treatment of Household Waste was created by prefectural decree of January 28, 1980. It is a closed mixed syndicate governed by the General Code of Territorial Communities and therefore a public service. Bordered to the north and south by two rivers (the Garonne and the Dordogne) which gave the name to the territory of "Entre-deux-Mers", it is located to the south-east of the Urban Community of Bordeaux and is covers an area of 666 km². It partially or totally brings together 7 communities of municipalities as well as part of the Libournais urban community (CALI). It brings together 85 municipalities and more than 110,000 inhabitants. https://www.semoctom.com/web/fr/11-semoctom.php#:~:text=Le%20Syndicat%20de%20l%27Entre,et%20donc%20un%20service%20public.

[8] Suez a Belgian-French company known as GDF SUEZ after 2008. The company was split up, and as of 2008, the 1858-created company's spun-off environmental business continued as a separate company under the Suez name.

[9] https://www.suez.fr/fr-fr/nous-connaitre/notre-presence-en-france/occitanie

[10]The Bordeaux-based startup Arits, which manufactures sun, has imagined a brilliant lamp, which illuminates interiors with an unprecedented technology. The company aims to reproduce the entire cycle of the sun at home. From sunrise to sunset, passing through the Zenith or the Golden Hour..https://arits.fr/

[envcurevalaypatel]

Plastic Shredder Machine: Eco-friendly innovation in waste management 

A Plastic Shredder Machine is an essential tool in modern waste management and recycling. With the rise of environmental awareness plastic is seen as one of the worst pollutants due to its slow decomposition rate. Plastic shredder machine break down large plastic items into smaller pieces making recycling easier and less environmental impact. Used in industries from packaging to automotive where plastic is a major material. 

Features of Plastic Shredder Machine 

Material Handling: Plastic shredder machines have powerful motors and durable cutting blades that can handle various plastic materials like PVC, PET, polypropylene and more. The robust build of these machines can handle not only thin plastic sheets but also thicker, rigid materials like plastic pipes and bottles. 

Size Reduction: The main function of the machine is to reduce the size of plastic waste which helps in transportation and processing. By breaking plastics into uniform pieces shredder machines make recycling much easier. 

Energy Efficient: Modern plastic shredders are designed to be energy efficient. Despite their heavy-duty operation, they consume relatively low energy making them a sustainable option for long term waste management projects. 

Multistage Shredding: Some plastic shredders have multiple stages of shredding where the machine first breaks the plastic into larger chunks and then continues to reduce it into finer particles. This flexibility allows different industries to use plastic in new forms after processing. 

Types of Plastic Shredder Machine 

There are several types of plastic shredders: 

Single Shaft Shredders: For light to medium duty applications single shaft shredders are used in recycling where plastics need to be broken down to small sizes before further processing. 

Dual Shaft Shredders: For larger plastic waste and industrial scale recycling dual shaft shredders are used. The dual shafts provide more torque and can shred thicker plastic parts like bumpers or large drums. 

Plastic Lump Shredder Machine: A plastic lump shredder machine is designed to handle and shred large, bulky lumps of plastic waste. This type of shredder is used in industries where excess plastic material like injection molding lumps or rejected products need to be broken down for recycling. 

Benefits of Plastic Shredder Machine 

Environmental Impact: By breaking down plastic waste into smaller sizes these machines make it easier to recycle plastic and divert it from landfills. This minimizes the long-term environmental impact of plastic waste. 

Cost Effective Waste Management: Shredding plastic reduces the need for expensive disposal methods and the recycled material can be sold or used in the manufacturing process providing a financial incentive for businesses. 

Increased Productivity: Shredder machines make the recycling process more streamlined, allowing industries to handle large volumes of plastic waste more efficiently. This increases productivity and reduces the time taken to process plastic waste. 

Versatility: Plastic shredders are super versatile and can shred all types of plastic. From small plastic items like bottles to large industrial parts, they can break them down into recyclable or reusable pieces. 

Applications Across Industries 

Plastic shredder machine is used in: 

Automotive: To recycle plastic parts from cars, bumpers, dashboards, interior trims. 

Packaging: Shredding plastic packaging waste so it can be used to make new packaging material. 

Manufacturing: Factories use shredders to manage plastic waste generated during production, rejected plastic products and excess plastic material. 

Municipal Waste Management: Local governments and municipalities use these machines to manage and recycle household plastic waste more efficiently, sustainable waste management. 

Conclusion 

Getting a plastic shredder machine not only recycles efficiently but also helps the environment. The versatility and cost effectiveness of these machines makes them an asset across industries. Whether it’s big plastic lumps or daily plastic waste, shredder machines are a must have in the fight against plastic pollution. 

All businesses and local governments that want to improve waste management and recycling should consider getting a plastic shredder machine because plastic waste will no longer be considered a terrible pollutant but a valuable resource. Contact ENVcure for plastic shredder machine inquiries and orders and engage in sustainable waste management practices. 

[vinylwindowsolutionsblog]

What to Expect During Your Window Replacement Project

Replacing your windows is a significant home improvement project that can greatly enhance your home's energy efficiency, comfort, and curb appeal. However, it’s normal to feel a bit anxious about the process. Understanding what to expect during your window replacement project can help alleviate concerns and prepare you for the journey ahead. Here’s a comprehensive overview of the window replacement process, including what you can expect before, during, and after the installation.

Before the Installation

1. Initial Consultation

The first step in your window replacement Oxford, AL journey is usually an initial consultation with a reputable company like Vinyl Window Solutions. During this meeting, you’ll discuss:

Your Needs: Share your goals for the project, such as improving energy efficiency or updating aesthetics.

Window Styles and Materials: Explore different styles (double-hung, casement, sliding, etc.) and materials (vinyl, wood, aluminum) to find what best fits your home.

Budget: Discuss your budget and any financing options available.

2. Measurement and Ordering

After finalizing your choices, the next step is to take precise measurements of your existing windows. This ensures that your new windows fit perfectly. The company will then place your order, which usually takes a few weeks to process and manufacture.

3. Preparing Your Home

Before installation day, it’s essential to prepare your home:

Clear the Area: Move furniture, decor, and any items near the windows to create a clear path for the installation team.

Inform Your Family and Pets: Let everyone in the household know about the installation to prepare for potential noise and activity.

Cover Your Belongings: Use drop cloths or plastic sheeting to protect your floors and furnishings from dust and debris.

During the Installation

1. Arrival of the Installation Team

On the day of installation, the professional team from Vinyl Window Solutions will arrive at your home. They will:

Introduce themselves and explain the day's process.

Assess the work area and ensure they have everything needed for the job.

2. Removing Old Windows

The installation team will begin by carefully removing your old windows. This process involves:

Removing Trim and Sashes: They will carefully take off the interior trim and sashes to expose the window frame.

Disposing of Old Windows: The team will handle the disposal of your old windows, ensuring a clean workspace.

3. Installing New Windows

Once the old windows are removed, the team will install your new windows. This typically includes:

Fitting the New Windows: The new windows will be placed into the existing frames, ensuring a snug fit.

Sealing and Insulating: The installation team will seal the windows with insulation and weatherproofing materials to prevent drafts and enhance energy efficiency.

Finishing Touches: After the windows are securely in place, they will do window replacement Oxford, AL and ensure everything is aligned correctly.

4. Cleanup

Once the installation is complete, the team will clean up the work area, removing any debris or packaging materials. They will also double-check the functionality of each window to ensure everything operates smoothly.

After the Installation

1. Final Walkthrough

After the installation, it’s crucial to conduct a final walkthrough with the installation team. This allows you to:

Inspect the work: Check the installation quality and ensure the windows are functioning properly.

Ask questions: Clarify any doubts or concerns you may have about your new windows.

2. Understanding Warranty and Maintenance

After installation, the team will provide information on warranties for both the windows and the installation. It’s essential to understand:

Coverage: Know what is covered under warranty and the duration.

Maintenance Tips: Ask about proper maintenance practices to keep your windows in excellent condition.

3. Enjoy Your New Windows

Once everything is complete, you can enjoy the benefits of your new windows, including:

Improved energy efficiency, leading to lower utility bills.

Enhanced comfort with better insulation against outdoor temperatures.

Aesthetic upgrades that elevate your home’s curb appeal.

Conclusion

A window replacement project can be an exciting yet daunting task. However, knowing what to expect at each stage—from the initial consultation to the final walkthrough—can make the process smoother and more enjoyable.

With the expertise of Vinyl Window Solutions, you can rest assured that your window replacement project will be handled professionally and efficiently, providing you with beautiful, functional windows that enhance your home for years to come. If you're ready to start your window replacement journey, reach out to Vinyl Window Solutions today for a consultation!

[durofillseo]

The Art of Safety: Essential Tips and Precautions for Working with Glass Epoxy

Glass epoxy, with its remarkable adhesive power, unlocks a world of creative possibilities for crafters and artists. But unleashing its magic requires a commitment to safety. While incredibly useful, glass epoxy can emit fumes and requires proper handling to avoid accidents. Fear not, creative souls! Here's a comprehensive guide to working safely with glass epoxy, ensuring a successful and hazard-free artistic journey epoxy for floors tiles

Understanding the Risks: What to Be Aware Of

Before diving into your project, it's vital to understand the potential hazards associated with glass epoxy:

Skin Irritation: Some formulations of glass epoxy can irritate the skin upon contact. This can cause redness, itching, or even allergic reactions in sensitive individuals.

Eye Irritation: Fumes or splashes of epoxy can irritate the eyes, leading to discomfort, watering, or even temporary vision impairment.

Respiratory Issues: Inhaling epoxy fumes, particularly in poorly ventilated areas, can cause respiratory problems like coughing, wheezing, or difficulty breathing.

Accidental Ingestion: While uncommon, accidental ingestion of epoxy can be harmful. Keep all epoxy products out of reach of children and pets.

Safety First: Essential Gear for Working with Glass Epoxy

To minimize risks and ensure a safe working environment, equip yourself with the following essential gear:

Gloves: Wear disposable nitrile gloves to protect your hands from direct contact with the epoxy. These gloves provide a barrier against skin irritation and make cleanup easier.

Safety Glasses: Protect your eyes from splashes or stray particles of epoxy. Choose safety glasses that offer a snug fit and side shields for extra protection.

Respirator: For projects involving extended exposure to epoxy fumes or using large quantities of epoxy, consider wearing a respirator with organic vapor cartridges. This will help filter out harmful fumes and protect your respiratory system.

Ventilation: Always work in a well-ventilated area. Open windows and doors to create good airflow and prevent epoxy fumes from accumulating. If possible, utilize a fan to further enhance ventilation.

Work Surface Protection: Cover your work surface with newspaper, plastic sheeting, or a disposable tablecloth. This will prevent spills from damaging your work area and make cleanup easier.

Safe Handling Practices: Essential Steps for Using Glass Epoxy

By following these safe handling practices, you can minimize risks and ensure a smooth and successful project:

Read and Understand the Safety Data Sheet (SDS): Before using any glass epoxy product, thoroughly read and understand the manufacturer's Safety Data Sheet (SDS). This document details the specific hazards associated with the product, recommended personal protective equipment (PPE), and proper handling procedures.

Work in a Clean and Dry Environment: Ensure your workspace is clean and free of dust or debris. This prevents contamination of the epoxy and helps create a strong bond between the glass pieces.

Mix Only the Required Amount: Most epoxies have a limited working time after mixing. Mix only the amount of epoxy you can use within the working time to avoid wasting materials and minimize exposure to fumes.

Apply with Precision: Use tools like mixing sticks or spatulas to apply the epoxy precisely to the desired areas. Minimize contact with your skin by using these tools effectively.

Dispose of Waste Properly: Let leftover uncured epoxy solidify completely before disposal. Never pour uncured epoxy down the drain or dispose of it with regular household waste. Follow the manufacturer's instructions for proper disposal.

Wash Up Thoroughly: After completing your project, remove your gloves and safety glasses and wash your hands thoroughly with soap and water. This removes any residual epoxy and prevents skin irritation.

Beyond the Basics: Additional Tips for Safe Use of Glass Epoxy

Here are some additional tips to enhance your safety and create a more enjoyable crafting experience:

Work in a well-lit area: Good lighting helps you see what you're doing clearly, minimizing the risk of spills or mistakes.

Minimize Skin Contact: Wear long sleeves or a lab coat to minimize skin contact with the epoxy, especially if you have sensitive skin.

Take Breaks: Working with epoxy for extended periods can increase exposure to fumes. Take breaks to step away from the project and get fresh air.

Store Epoxy Properly: Always store unused epoxy in its original container, tightly sealed, in a cool, dry place out of reach of children and pets.

Be Aware of Allergies: If you have known allergies to certain chemicals, it's advisable to choose a hypoallergenic epoxy or consult a healthcare professional before using any epoxy product.

By implementing these safety measures and precautions, you can transform glass epoxy from a potential hazard to a powerful tool for artistic expression Epoxy tile joint filler

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Pedigree - Pawing Into Biscuits Industry?

Pedigree's story stretches back to the 1930s, when the Quaker Oats Company, known for their cereals, saw a growing market for prepared pet food. In 1934, they launched Ken-L-Biskit, a dry kibble for dogs, followed by Kibbles 'n Bits in 1948, which targeted both dogs and cats. These early iterations laid the groundwork for Pedigree, but it wasn't until 1957 that the iconic brand we know today truly came to be.

Driven by a desire to create a more nutritious and appealing option for dog owners, Quaker Oats launched Pard, a canned food formulated with meat and vegetables. Pard's success was immediate, and in 1965, the company followed it up with Pedigree Complete Meals, a dry food that boasted a complete and balanced nutritional profile. This focus on scientific backing and wholesomeness struck a chord with pet owners, and Pedigree quickly rose to prominence in the burgeoning pet food market.

Through the years, Pedigree has continued to innovate and adapt. They've expanded their product lines to cater to different ages, breeds, and dietary needs, always keeping palatability and nutrition at the forefront. They've also embraced sustainability initiatives and ethical sourcing practices, solidifying their commitment to both pets and the planet. Today, Pedigree remains a household name, a testament to their dedication to providing dogs with the best possible nutrition and care throughout their lives.

Pedigree, known for its high-quality pet food, has achieved unparalleled success in the animal nutrition market. Their commitment to scientific research, wholesome ingredients, and brand trust has made them a leader for furry family members. Now, CEO Sarah Thompson faces a bold decision: expansion into the human biscuit market in India. The Indian biscuit market is estimated at $1.5 billion, with immense potential for growth. 

Can Pedigree overcome the perceived "pet association" and appeal to human consumers? How can they effectively position biscuits for Indians without alienating potential customers? The market is already saturated with established players. How can Pedigree's biscuits stand out and offer a unique value proposition? How can Pedigree craft a marketing campaign that resonates with Indian consumers and avoids any potential controversies or sensitivities towards animal-derived ingredients in human food?

Task at Hand

Conduct a market research study to understand consumer perception of Pedigree as a human food brand in India. How can you address the potential objections towards this move? Develop a pricing strategy that balances brand premium with market affordability. Consider the ethical implications of a pet food brand entering the human market. How can Pedigree ensure transparency and responsible sourcing for their ingredients? Develop realistic and robust projected financials crucial for the expansion. Prepare a forecasted financial statement for the next three years i.e P &L And balance sheet and Cash flow statement. Analyze the key financial challenges Pedigree might face in entering the Indian human biscuit market, considering the costs of product development, marketing, and distribution. How can effective marketing contribute to overcoming these challenges and achieving financial success for Pedigree’s new adventure?

Deliverables

 PPT of not more than 10 slides, financials and marketing strategies should be realistic and only India based. You are not allowed to change the name of the brand.

Word report of not more than 6 pages with proper process and feasibility analysis

Flyers/ Posters

Jingle

Extra Deliverables are welcome

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Choosing Between Laminate and Vinyl Flooring: A Comprehensive Guide for Your Home

Choosing Between Laminate and Vinyl Flooring: A Comprehensive Guide for Your Home

Selecting the right flooring for your home is a crucial decision that can significantly impact its aesthetics, comfort, and overall value. Laminate and vinyl flooring have emerged as popular choices, each offering distinct advantages. This article aims to provide a comprehensive guide to help you make an informed decision based on your preferences, lifestyle, and budget.

Laminate Flooring :

Laminate flooring is a synthetic product that simulates the look of hardwood or stone but comes at a fraction of the cost. Composed of multiple layers, including a high-density fiberboard core and a realistic photographic image layer, laminate flooring offers a durable and affordable option for homeowners. The top wear layer protects against scratches, stains, and fading, making it an excellent choice for high-traffic areas.

One of the key advantages of laminate flooring is its easy installation. With click-lock systems, homeowners can often complete the installation as a DIY project, saving on labor costs. Additionally, laminate is resistant to moisture, making it suitable for various rooms in the house, excluding wet areas like bathrooms.

Vinyl Flooring :

Vinyl flooring, on the other hand, is a versatile and resilient option that has gained popularity in recent years. Available in sheets, tiles, or planks, vinyl flooring is known for its water-resistant properties, making it suitable for bathrooms, kitchens, and basements. Luxury Vinyl Plank (LVP) and Luxury Vinyl Tile (LVT) closely mimic the appearance of hardwood or natural stone, providing an attractive and cost-effective alternative.

One of the standout features of vinyl flooring is its soft and comfortable feel underfoot. This makes it an excellent choice for spaces where standing for long periods is common. Vinyl is also highly resistant to scratches and dents, making it an ideal solution for homes with pets or young children.

Comparative Analysis :

When deciding between laminate and vinyl flooring, several factors come into play. Both options offer a wide range of styles and patterns to suit various design preferences. While laminate is typically more affordable, vinyl's water-resistant properties give it an edge in areas prone to moisture.

Durability is another crucial aspect. Laminate is known for its scratch resistance, making it suitable for high-traffic areas. However, vinyl's resilience against water and its ability to absorb impact make it an excellent choice for households with active lifestyles.

Installation and maintenance also differ between the two. Laminate's click-lock system simplifies installation, but its susceptibility to moisture requires careful cleaning. Vinyl, on the other hand, is easy to clean and maintain, but installation may be more involved, particularly for larger areas.

Conclusion :

In conclusion, the choice between laminate and vinyl flooring depends on your specific needs and preferences. If budget and scratch resistance are top priorities, laminate may be the better option. However, if you seek water resistance, comfort, and a variety of design options, vinyl flooring might be the ideal solution. Ultimately, both options offer durable and stylish flooring solutions for your home, and your decision should align with your lifestyle and aesthetic preferences.

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Advantages of Waterproof Flooring

Your floors shouldn’t suffer because your kid likes to play pirate in the bathtub or if your loved ones aren’t the best at remembering to dry off after swimming before traipsing through the house. You also shouldn’t have to worry about if your floors can withstand an emergency, like a leak or flooding.

That’s why you should invest in waterproof flooring, especially in those rooms prone to moisture and humidity, such as your kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, mudroom, and basement. But waterproof flooring is ideal for any room of your home because it is low-maintenance and incredibly resilient. It is a great choice for busy families because waterproof flooring is also kid-friendly and pet-friendly thanks to its durability and ease of keeping clean.

There are several benefits to waterproof vinyl flooring

Waterproof Flooring is Easy to Maintain

You won’t have to sacrifice time caring for waterproof flooring because it is easy to maintain. Waterproof floors don’t need a lot of attention. It would help if you placed doormats at entryways to cut down on the amount of dirt tracked into your home. You should sweep or dry mop your floors regularly. How often you do that will depend on how much traffic the room has. You can use a wet mop on waterproof floors. Because waterproof flooring repels liquids and stains so well, you’ll find it easier to remove grime and dirt than with other types of flooring. You’ll find waterproof flooring is carefree, making it ideal for busy households, especially homes with kids and pets.

Waterproof Flooring is Fashionable and Durable

Luxury vinyl and sheet vinyl flooring are available in a wide variety of colors, patterns, and designs. Vinyl flooring is created to mimic the natural beauty of wood or ceramic flooring but is available at a fraction of the price of hardwood or tile. Waterproof vinyl flooring also allows you to achieve the look of natural hardwood flooring in rooms you wouldn’t typically install hardwood, such as the bathroom. Thanks to the latest innovations in flooring, vinyl waterproof floors provide you with exceptional performance. They will not warp or swell when exposed to water. Many vinyl floors are also scratch-resistant and fade-resistant, meaning they will last you for many years.

Waterproof Flooring is Easy to Install

We recommend all flooring be installed by a professional. Our team of experts has years of experience and will ensure your floors are pristine from day one. Vinyl flooring is one of the easiest types of flooring to install. So, it can also be installed by a homeowner who enjoys doing their own home projects.

Waterproof flooring is a fashionable and versatile choice for your home. Vinyl provides you with the natural beauty of hardwood or stone flooring, but at a fraction of the cost and is easier to install. Waterproof flooring is perfect for any room of your home, but is essential in rooms prone to moisture, such as bathrooms, kitchens, laundry rooms, mudrooms, and basements. These floors provide you with function, as well as style.

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How cute are these Eco Friendly toys from Friendsheepwool! They sent us a bunch of toys to review, and both Freya and Dior have been loving them. These toys are hand made for fair wages by Nepalese women artisans with 100% cruelty free New Zealand wool and colored with azo-free eco-friendly dyes. Hand felted with just warm water and vegetable soap and then sun dried. No toxic dyes or fragrances added. Friendsheepwool’s mission is to eliminate single-use plastic and toxic chemicals commonly found in household commodities like dryer sheets, fabric fresheners and pet toys by offering reusable zero waste alternatives.  Friendsheep products are Certified Cruelty Free by Leaping Bunny. Their wool comes from sheep humanely treated and sheared.  It is sourced from a small consortium of family-owned farms in New Zealand where sheep are ethically treated and no chemicals, hormones or pesticides are ever used, and of course no mulesing is practiced. They also plant one tree with every purchase of a Friendsheep product, thanks to their partnership with the Eden Reforestation Project. So far, they've planted over 255,000 trees! Friendsheepwool is truly an eco friendly brand. Their pet toys are just so cute, and I love knowing that they are eco friendly and safe with no toxic chemicals! I highly recommend trying some out with your pets. Shop HERE! 

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We recently received a request for enemies and lovers recs. We already have an enemies to lovers fic rec list here, but after looking at that list, we realized we had much more to add to it and therefore decided to make a part two.

Happy reading!

1) I Couldn’t Get Away From You | Mature | 5185 words

Suddenly in the heat of the moment, Harry’s eyes turned darker as he pushed Louis’ back more and more towards the wall. “Fine.” He plants his lips on Louis’ and begins to roughly kiss him, soon enough turning it into a make-out session.

“Fuck you, Styles,” Louis moans and grips onto Harry’s shoulders, hands trailing up to the taller’s hair and gripping that as well.

“We’ll see about that.”

2) There's More Than One Place To Call Home | Explicit | 8416 words

Harry never asked for much from his neighbors - he didn't care about barking animals during the day or loud talking during the night.

The only thing he needed was silence when he was writing. And that was the only thing his new neighbor wouldn't give him.

Deciding to confront the loud guy who lived next door, Harry found himself ringing his doorbell one night. And that decision just may be the best thing that's ever happened to Harry.

3) Make A Run, Cause Some Rebellion | Explicit | 8824 words

As a general rule, kitten hybrids are small and disinterested in what other people want them to do, slightly evil and at least a little manipulative. Louis prides himself on being all of those things to varying degrees, but especially on being uninterested in what other people tell him to do. He’s still human goddammit, despite his pointy ears and penchant for curling up in the sun and taking naps.

He’s going about his daily business, knocking things over where he sees fit and leaving a trail of mess in his wake. As exasperated as it makes Liam he’s used to it by now, having shared a flat with Louis for almost three years now, and if Louis whines enough he’ll even clean up after him. It’s a great life, really.

With the exception of Liam’s stupid, broad shouldered, entirely too big mate, the one who always comes over to watch sports with him. Louis hates that guy. His hair is always greasy and he brings weird hipster beer with him when he comes that tastes like shit. And he won’t even let Louis have any of it, either. The only reason Louis even knows what it tastes like is because one time he stole a bottle from the fridge and fled to his room before Harry could catch him.

4) Something To Prove | Explicit | 9425 words

Louis is the first and only omega to work at Red Valley Medical Center. Despite being more than qualified, he still faces prejudice for his career choice everyday. From patients refusing his treatment to condescending alpha doctors intervening with his work, practicing medicine in Boston is more challenging than Louis had ever thought it would be.

5) Where Do We Go Now | Explicit | 10617 words

Louis goes off to college ready to start a fresh life away from the oppressive alphas of his pack.  The odds aren't in his favour when his new dorm mate turns out to be an alpha.  Louis hates alphas.

6) Enjoy The Ride | Not Rated | 11103 words

The one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

7) I Didn’t Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) | Explicit | 20681 words

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...

8) Written In The Stars (That’s You And Me) | Explicit | 22632 words

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers.

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”

6) Middle Ground | Explicit | 23516 words

Note: This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

10) When It’s Late At Night | Mature | 25597 words

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

11) Supposed To Be | Explicit | 26100 words

The Geek Charming AU where Harry's a film geek, Louis' a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

12) Magical Soup | Explicit | 28850 words

Slytherin prefect Louis Tomlinson's seventh year at Hogwarts takes an immediate turn for the worse when he's made to be potions partners with Harry Styles, Hufflepuff's resident heartthrob and class clown.  Louis has always considered Styles to be a terrible show-off who coasts by on his charm and good looks, but the more they work together, the more he questions that idea.  As term goes on, will Louis be able to admit to himself that he might actually like Harry Styles after all... and maybe, just maybe, as more than a friend?

13) Building Me Up (But Buttercup, You Lied) | Explicit | 31007 words

Harry’s mouth felt dry just saying those words. What he had with Louis was so much more than a simple ‘fuck buddies’ situation. It was slow kisses in the morning between soft sheets and shy smiles, it was holding hands in the afternoon while walking and eating ice cream. It was breakfast for dinner, laughing and licking honey from each other’s lips as they shared goals and even some secrets, it was happiness, it was glow.

To Harry, what he had with Louis meant everything. Until Louis decided it meant nothing.

14) You’ve Set On Me | Explicit | 31100 words

Louis' in an obscure band. Harry's an international popstar. Their paths aren't meant to cross, not like this, but when Louis' band signs on as Harry's opening act, both Harry and Louis are forced to confront the open wounds of their shared past.

15) Nicotine | Explicit | 32245 words | Sequel

"We're two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

16) Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat | Explicit | 34572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

17) Close To Nowhere | Explicit | 34589 words

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

18) Make This Feel Like Home | Explicit | 42032 words

The house on West 28th Street in London is twice the size of Louis', more expensive than the price of all of his house and car payments combined, and is falling apart at the seams.

19) Strangers in Love | Explicit | 42207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

10) Why Can’t It Be Like That | Explicit | 63567 words

A fashion AU with a royal twist, where Louis doesn't need a stylist, Harry's thrilled to have a real life Barbie doll, and they're both very wrong about each other.

21) I Want You So Much (But I Hate Your Guts) | Mature | 83648 words

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can't do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor's certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn't seem to like him complicates matters, though.

22) For Reasons Wretched and Divine | Explicit | 94655 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Ten years ago, Harry Styles was just a nerdy kid with one friend and a debilitating crush on the captain of his school’s football team. He thought the stars were smiling down on him the day he and Louis Tomlinson were paired for their end-of-term Literature project. But because Harry’s life is decidedly not a fairytale, the budding friendship quickly leads to the least happy ending of all time.

Now, Harry Styles is a household name. Barely twenty-seven with two Grammy nominations to his name, the singer-songwriter is poised to take the music industry by storm with his highly anticipated third album. So, what happens when the best producer in the business is also the only person Harry’s vowed never to speak to again?

23) You Drive Me Crazy (But It Feels Alright) | Explicit | 102306 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

“Harry is not short for Harold,” he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small or extra small? It looks lovely.”

Louis breaks away from his grip with a petulant huff and pushes him back with two fingers.

“You’re mocking me. Again.”

Harry smiles and it's a real honest swoop of his lips this time. Louis’ stomach swoops with them.

24) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Mature | 126056 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they're forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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Because I've had a bad day so I request the OGs. Eddie/Elizabeth and George/Lilly.

Your bad day was, like, a month and a half ago... I'm so sorry! I hope that day got better. Please accept a very belated drabble!

To Edward Gracey, few places in the manor were more romantic than the library. He knew he was likely an extreme minority in that thought, but he didn't care. Knowledge, and the pursuit of it, were incredibly attractive.

However, he'd quickly point out, not as attractive as the woman currently engrossed in the huge book in front of her.

Edward nervously stared at the back of Elizabeth's head. Her gorgeous, black hair had been pulled up into a loose bun. Stray curls dangled down at the nape of her neck, and he fought the urge to slip up behind her and brush the hair aside so he could smatter light kisses up and down her beautiful brown skin until she giggled and turned to kiss him full on the lips and--

He bumped into a small table, sending the lamp on it wobbling. Letting out a panicked hiss through his teeth, he grasped for the table. The lamp did fall, but he caught it on the first bounce and straightened it. No harm done!

Even after that commotion, Elizabeth was still engrossed in her book. Peeking over her shoulder now, he realized she was also taking notes in a small journal.

He cleared his throat. "Um, Elizabeth?"

"Hmm?" She finished jotting down a final sentence before turning around. "Yes, darling?"

The words caught in his throat. Even after over a century together, those big, dark, beautiful eyes could make his heart stop. Metaphorically, anyway.

"Um... A-hem..." He straightened his posture and closed his eyes. Then he blurted out, "'She walks in beauty, like the night... Of cloudless ... cloudless..." He furrowed his brow. "... skies..."

"Climes," she corrected with a smile. "'And starry skies...' Edward Gracey, are you reciting Byron for me?" She put her chin on her fist and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Badly," he admitted with a chuckle. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a sheet of paper. "Starry skies and ... Oh, yes, all that's best of dark and bright..."

She snatched the paper from him. "Not that the effort isn't appreciated, but I find it hard to find romance in the words of a man known for having numerous affairs. He couldn't have been that sincere." With a smile, she tucked the paper into his breast pocket. "I want to hear your words."

He blushed a bit at that, and quickly dropped to one knee. "You're my world, my life..." He grasped her hands in his. "My everything." He kissed her fingers.

"Oh, Edward... It's a little clunky. Maybe you should go back to the Byron." Together they laughed as he stood up.

"What have you been doing?" he asked, taking a look at her notes.

"Oh!" She picked up the book she'd been reading, holding it up so he could see the cover. Beginner's Botany. "Cousin Dori sent this to me. I want to start tending to the gardens, take care of them like my father used to. He was so proud of the flowers he grew here." Smile turning more bashful, she blushed as she set the book aside. "I want to leave my mark on this home, make something of it my own. You..." Her gaze went askance. "You don't think that's silly do you?"

Edward shook his head. "Not at all. No where near as silly as reciting old poetry. At least gardening is useful."

She squeezed his hand and kissed him. "I wouldn't say your recitations are entirely useless... You can go to the middle of main street and start botching some Byron, and before you know it, people will start flinging all sorts of fruits and vegetables at you. We can collect the seeds for planting."

"All right, all right," he rolled his eyes. "Save your digs for the flower bed." His smile showed the pun was intentional.

"Leave the bad jokes to your brother."

"Gladly."

"Speaking of which, Lily and I were talking about how we'd like to start including you boys in our hobbies more. So I thought it would be nice if for these first few gardening projects, we'd accomplish them together."

Gently bumping his forehead to hers, he said, "I'd like that." After a quiet pause, he raised a brow. "So... What is Lily going to include George in?"

***

"George!" Lily sighed. "You're wobbling like a drunk possum at the top of a tree. You can't be so tense!"

George Gracey gripped tightly to a closed pink parasol, holding it horizontally in front of him. He'd only made it about three steps across the rope before the swinging started. Down below, patiently swimming in circles in the pond beneath him, was Lily's pet gator. It gave him hopeful glances as his tail swished from side to side.

"Lily, darling, I love you, you know that, but why..."

"Because..." She sat down on the grass, daintily smoothing out her flower-patterned skirt. "Lizzie and I decided we wanted to get you boys more involved in our hobbies. You know, get some real quality time together. It gives you something new to do after a century. Keep your head up!"

"Can't I just... watch you do this?" A yelp escaped him as he made another step.

"That's not the same as taking part. Besides, you've watched me do this a million times. Plus, I think some physical balancing will help you with your mental balancing. The mind and body are all connected, y'know? And you have to stay in balance. Otherwise, how can you run a household full of wayward spirits?"

George rolled his bright blue eyes heavenward. He'd do anything for Lily, but making a fool of himself on a tightrope was really pushing his limits. Even a dead man could only take so much.

Wait...

"George, you can't float over the rope! That's cheating!"

He twirled the parasol like a baton. "You never said I couldn't float, my dear, you only said I had to make it across!" Spinning on one foot, he flashed a cheeky grin and blew her a kiss.

Lily shook her head. "You're lucky I love you, or I'd sic the gator on you."

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8 Tips On How To Protect Your Carpet From Common Household Stains And Spills

Getting the most out of your carpets means knowing a few tips and tricks to keep them clean. It’s one of the more significant investments that you can have in your home, and learning how to protect carpets from getting dirty in the first place can save you a lot of time and money. Maintaining a regular schedule with carpet cleaners in Essex is also a good idea, while calling carpet cleaners in Rayleigh for bigger and more serious stains is advisable. Here are 8 tips on how to protect your carpet from common household stains and spills. 1. Leave shoes at the door There’s been numerous debates as to whether or not we should wear shoes inside the house. Whatever your habits may be, one thing is for certain: carpets are cleaner if you don’t use shoes. Carpet cleaners in Essex are used to taking out mud, dust, and other dirt from carpets that are stepped on with shoes. This is because dirt sticks to our shoes and is then transferred to our carpets. 2. Spray carpet protectant Keep your carpet looking pristine by spraying it with carpet protectant after installing them. This makes your carpets water resistant to a degree, and repels dirt and liquids. Ensure that it dries fully before you allow family members to lay around and remember to respray your carpets after a few months. 3. Clean immediately after a spill Accidents happen all the time, and there’s really no way for us to prevent them from happening. Carpet cleaners in Rayleigh recommend that homeowners should treat a carpet immediately after a spill so the stain doesn’t set in. Blot instead of rub to get the stain of wine and coffee out. 4. Make vacuuming a habit In order to avoid the buildup of mud, dirt and other debris that can get trapped in the fibers of your carpet, make a habit of vacuuming regularly. Running a hoover over your carpet at least once a week drastically reduces that amount of dirt that carpet cleaners in Essex will have to deal with later on. 5. Use a welcome mat If you can’t avoid wearing shoes in the house, at least put a welcome mat where you can wipe your shoes before going inside your home. This brushes off some dirt that would otherwise be brought inside and end up staining your carpet. 6. Don’t use it for the dining room Opting for tiles or hardwood floors for your dining room would make cleanups much easier and avoid getting stains on the carpet altogether. Otherwise, use coasters or trays whenever possible. 7. Train your fur babies If you have pets in your home, train them to pee and poo at a designated place inside your home. This will prevent urine and excrement situations that would warrant a call to carpet cleaners in Rayleigh. 8. Cover the carpet when doing work around the house If you’re planning on doing some painting or building work at your house, lay down some plastic sheeting to protect your carpet from paint or varnish stains. The same goes for small home projects like crafts time with children or wrapping presents.