#air locker compressor

[diymetalfabrication]

Explaining My DIY 4x4 Air Locker Setup: Parts, Wiring Diagram, And Demonstration

This is a full walkthrough of my entire offroad 4×4 air locker setup covering the physical location of all the components, wiring, and air parts. First I lay it all out on the whiteboard, then show where everything is located and how it is wired up. I also cover the air compressor, air tank, air regulator and fittings then demonstrate the differential locked and unlocked while up on the…

[wintersshowers]

RONAN and ADAM and... ETHEL CAIN

(trust me its gonna be so good)

My thoughts on “crush” by Ethel Cain and The Raven Cycle (because my niche right now is rereading the raven cycle for the first time in 4 years and I just happened to see Ethel live and I cannot stop connecting them) 

As a prelude to my lyric/quote breakdown… Ethel Cain is a trans woman who writes hauntingly beautiful music.. She is religious and from the south, which is a HUGE part of why it is so undeniably apparent to me that she can be connected to specifically RONAN (gay catholic from the south with his barn house). Her music is so amazing and she is an awesome story teller so I hope you give her a listen.

Her most popular song CRUSH is so goddam Ronan and Adam I had to write this because I needed to put it somewhere. 

“His window's already passed, so he's shooting at the glass

Keeping guns in his locker, and he denies it

Like it's actually important, but he lied 'cause I sure did watch him

Showing up wearing black, and he knows that” 

His daddy's on death row, but he'll say it with his chest, though”

This is just very Ronan angst i don't feel like i need to explain.. 

“His friends move dope, he hasn't tried coke

But he's always had a problem saying no”

OKKK soooooo lets get into the the dream thieves helloooo 

Yes Kavinsky and Ronan’s relationship is very hard to define but whatever it is he takes up a lot of his time in dream thieves.. And he loves coke (or whatever the hell he dreamt up)… and Ronan is VERY BAD at saying no when it comes to any sort of challenge from Kavinsky.

OK NOW LETS GET INTO THE GOOD STUFF

“Can you read my mind? I've been watching you.”

“As they moved through the old barn, Adam felt Ronan’s eyes glance off him and away, his disinterest practiced but incomplete. Adam wondered if anyone else noticed.”

“Adam finally sat down on one of the pews. Laying his cheek against the smooth back of it, he looked at Ronan. Strangely enough, Ronan belonged here, too, just as he had at the Barns. This noisy, lush religion had created him just as much as his father's world of dreams; it seemed impossible for all of Ronan to exist in one person. Adam was beginning to realize that he hadn't known Ronan at all. Or rather, he had known part of him and assumed it was all of him.

The scent of Cabeswater, all trees after rain, drifted past Adam, and he realized that while he'd been looking at Ronan, Ronan had been looking at him.”

“When he opened his eyes, he saw that Ronan was looking at him, as he had been looking at him for months. Adam looked back, as he had been looking back for months.”

“Couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool”

“I’ve watched the evening news, Adam,” Gansey snapped. “Why don’t you let Ronan teach you to fight? He’s offered twice now. He means it.” With great care, Adam folded the greasy rag and draped it back over a toolbox. There was a lot of stuff in the carport. New tool racks and

calendars of topless women and heavy-duty air compressors and other things Mr. Parrish had decided were more valuable than Adam’s school

uniform. “Because then he will kill me.”

“Good men die too, oh, I'd rather be with you, you, you”

“See, Adam Parrish is wantable, worthy of a crush, not just by anyone, someone like Ronan, who could want Gansey or anyone else and chose Adam for his hungry eyes.”

HELLOOOOOOOOo are u kidding…. 

1st Gansey is the definition of a “good man”

2nd Adam is OBSESSED WITH THIS the whole damn series and is constantly attempting to model himself/who he wishes he was after gansey 

3rd to tie it all together… the whole series its like oh yea gansey is about to die (along with everyone else if we are being real) 

“I owe you a black eye and two kisses

Tell me when you wanna come and get 'em”

PLEASEEEEEE like this is MY WAY of describing the ANGST and SLOWWWWWburn of their relationship. When I hear her sing this I cannot help but giggle and kick my feet because of how amazingly it fits. 

“I only want him if he says it first to me”

"It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.”

We all know the Ronan longing and it being a HUGE secret that he likes Adam... and Adam like knows and its like lol embarrassing (as if he isn't down bad as well)

ADAM is like oblivious to the legitimacy of his feelings until ronan gives him a little kissssss and then it's like he is all like “what is love” 

“He looks like he works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro Reds”

HELLOOOOOo this is so adam are u kidding

“Ronan crossed his arms to wait, just looking. At Adam's fine cheekbones, his furrowed fair eyebrows, his beautiful hands, everything washed out by the light. He had memorized the shape of Adam’s hands in particular: the way his thumbs jutted awkwardly, boyishly; the roads of prominent veins; the large knuckles that protruded from his long fingers. In dreams Ronan put them to his mouth.” 

“Adam twisted off the lid. Inside was a colorless lotion that smelled of mist and moss. Replacing the lid with a frown, he turned the container over, looking for more identifying features. On the bottom, Ronan's handwriting labeled it merely: manibus. For your hands.”

“Something's been feeling weird lately

There's just something about you, baby (there's just something about you, baby)

Maybe I'll just be crazy (I'll be crazy)

And piss him off 'til he hates me

Yeah right, he fucking loves me”

…… do i even need to say anything??

[kalidasdeziner]

Beat the Heat: Essential Aircon Maintenance Tips for a cooler Singapore Summer

As the sweltering Singaporean summer approaches, ensuring your air conditioning system is in top-notch condition becomes paramount. Neglecting aircon maintenance can lead to a slew of common problems like reduced cooling efficiency, water leakage, foul odours, and annoying noises. 

Fear not! With the right maintenance regimen, you can keep your aircon running smoothly throughout the hottest months. Let's delve into some essential maintenance tips to keep your cool this summer.

Understanding Common Aircon Problems:

Before we talk about how to take care of your aircon, it's important to understand the common issues it can have. From not cooling well to leaks and strange smells, aircons can face various problems. By learning about these issues, you can better deal with them and keep your aircon running smoothly.

Reduced Cooling Efficiency: When your aircon starts blowing warm air instead of the refreshing cool breeze you crave, several factors could be to blame. From a malfunctioning compressor to insufficient refrigerant levels or even something as simple as clogged air filters, a myriad of issues can lead to reduced cooling efficiency.

Water Leakage: Nothing dampens the spirits quite like water leakage from your aircon unit. This pesky problem is often caused by clogged drain pipes, a malfunctioning condensate pump, or poor installation practices.

Foul Odours: If your aircon is emitting foul odours reminiscent of a neglected gym locker, mould or bacterial growth within the unit could be the culprit. The humid climate in Singapore creates the perfect breeding ground for these unwelcome guests.

Noise Issues: Strange noises emanating from your aircon unit can range from annoying buzzing to alarming grinding sounds. These auditory disturbances may indicate anything from worn-out components to loose parts or debris obstructing vital machinery.

Compressor Problems: The compressor serves as the heart of your aircon system, and any issues with this vital component can have dire consequences. From erratic cooling to frequent cycling or complete system failure, compressor problems are not to be taken lightly.

Aircon Error Codes: Modern aircon units are equipped with sophisticated diagnostic systems that display error codes when something goes awry. Understanding these codes can provide valuable insights into the health of your aircon system.

AC Thermistor Problems: The thermistor plays a crucial role in regulating the temperature within your aircon unit. When this component malfunctions, you may experience erratic cooling, overheating, or other temperature-related issues.

Wide Range of Services:

There are comprehensive suite of services designed to address every facet of aircon maintenance and repair:

Aircon General Service: A regular servicing session involves a meticulous inspection, cleaning, and lubrication of key components to ensure optimal performance and longevity.

Aircon Chemical Wash: For stubborn dirt, grime, and mould buildup, a chemical wash offers a deep-cleaning solution that targets the evaporator coils, condenser coils, and other internal components.

Aircon Chemical Overhaul: In cases of severe contamination or mould infestation, a chemical overhaul provides a thorough cleaning and disinfection process, along with the replacement of worn-out parts.

Aircon Steam Cleaning: Harnessing the power of high-temperature steam, this cleaning method effectively eliminates stubborn dirt, grease, and bacteria, resulting in improved air quality and performance.

Aircon Repair: Diagnose and repair a wide range of aircon issues, including compressor failures, refrigerant leaks, electrical faults, and component replacements.

Aircon Gas Top-Up: Low refrigerant levels can compromise cooling efficiency and lead to system damage. Gas top-up services offer to replenish refrigerant levels and restore optimal performance.

Proactive Maintenance Tips:

In addition to the invaluable benefits of professional servicing, taking proactive maintenance measures can make all the difference in optimising your aircon's performance, safeguarding against common problems, and ensuring an extended lifespan for your unit. By incorporating these simple yet effective practices into your routine, including aircon maintenance Singapore, you can enjoy uninterrupted comfort and peace of mind throughout Singapore's sweltering summer months and beyond.

Regular Filter Cleaning and Replacement: Dirty or clogged air filters hinder airflow and diminish cooling efficiency. Make it a habit to clean or replace your aircon filters every month to ensure peak performance and indoor air quality.

Clear Surroundings: Keep the area around your outdoor unit free from debris, vegetation, and obstructions to facilitate proper airflow and heat dissipation, thereby preventing overheating and system strain.

Monitor for Unusual Signs: Stay vigilant for any unusual sounds, smells, or performance issues with your aircon unit. Addressing these warning signs promptly can prevent minor issues from escalating into major repairs or system failures.

Schedule Annual Inspections: Regular inspections by technicians can identify potential issues early on, allowing for timely repairs and maintenance to prevent breakdowns and ensure uninterrupted comfort.

Conclusion:

With Singapore's scorching summers, a well-maintained air conditioning system is a necessity rather than a luxury. EC aircon's comprehensive range of services, coupled with proactive maintenance measures, ensures your aircon remains your oasis of cool comfort. Don't let common aircon problems dampen your summer spirits—stay ahead of the curve with regular maintenance from EC aircon.

Remember, a little aircon maintenance goes a long way in keeping your aircon running smoothly, so you can beat the heat and enjoy a cool, comfortable summer in Singapore. Keep your cool all summer long by scheduling your next aircon servicing appointment with EC aircon today! For inquiries, feel free to call us at +65 8143 5055. Don't let the heat get the best of you – trust EC Aircon to keep your aircon running smoothly and your comfort guaranteed."

[kayla-kai]

As Below, So Above: 6. Faren

The staff room was small, just big enough to serve its purpose, with a couple picnic tables in the centre surrounded by compressors and lockers. The lockers had all come back clean, which wasn’t surprising since they were locked by the supervisor every night. Wouldn’t make for a good stashing place. It was the out-buildings Faren was more interested in, and she came in on the farmers’ day off to investigate, led by the supervisor Rigo. 

There were countless outbuildings, and Rigo wasn’t able to say how old any of them were. Some were simple buildings, two walls and a roof to provide some shade in the hot days. Others were huts or sheds, holding tools, farm equipment, a tractor. Chemicals were stored here and there, usually just leaned up against a wall, dirty and disorganized. Rigo did at least have a thorough inventory list, with how many bags of what were stored where, even if it looked arbitrary to Faren. Each outbuilding had a name, some which made sense, like “the tractor shed” which stored other things aside from the tractor. Other buildings made little to no sense, like “the scary room,” or “bee-town,” which in fact housed zero ur-bees at all. Rigo explained that it used to, long before he even started working at the farm. The “picker’s shed” differed from the “picker’s hut” by being on the opposite side of the corn field. 

The flawless paperwork was the only thing that kept Faren sane. She never thought she’d be thanking paperwork. Maybe it was easier because it was someone else’s work. It was easy to tell what was stolen based on the inventory sheets. It was all small things. Even nails and dowels were being kept track of, things that Faren thought would be too small and easy to lose to be tracked. Mr. Mangira clearly had no patience for theft. It seemed a touch excessive, but it wasn’t really Faren’s place to question it. 

After her inspection of the farm, she sat down with Rigo to discuss his thoughts.

“What do you know about the alleged thefts?”

“Nothing, really,” he said. “I noticed my inventory was off and mentioned it to my boss and all of a sudden we had a whole audit. I don’t pay enough attention to our compressors to notice a leak or anything like that.”

“It was taking more electricity in the morning than usual, which is why they thought something was off. Your thieves aren’t turning them on, just taking already compressed air. Have you noticed tools missing?”

“Not missing, no, but sometimes in the wrong spot or the wrong building. Not that unusual since the guys usually like to fix things themselves, rather than wait for me or our wright.” 

“Has there been any history of theft?” Faren asked, and watched Rigo’s face closely. Here, he broke eye contact.

“Not really,” he said, but broke under her continued stare. “I mean, around harvest, sometimes people will take some fruit home, or eat in the field. I don’t normally report them, since I know they all have families to feed.”

“They eat in the field?” Faren asked in surprise. “I mean, that’s impressive, you’d have to take the mask off.”

“Yeah, things are a little loose around here.”

“Clearly.”

“But it’s only an apple here, a mango there, it’s not a systemic problem! We know what would happen if we took more than our share.”

“Mr. Mangira seems to understand that snacking during harvest is integral to morale, so you should be safe there, and I won’t say anything.”

“What are they going to all this trouble for anyway?” Eyla-Ravi asked, voice small. Faren was surprised to hear them voice any kind of discontent. 

Faren chuckled. “It’s a good question, isn’t it?” The teen didn’t meet her gaze. “The fruit isn’t ripe yet, there’s nothing to steal, except old tools and stuff they’d never get away with. All of these little things, and especially the compressed air, that tells me what we’re looking at isn’t really theft, it’s preparation. Someone is working towards something, getting ready for harvest just like the rest of the farm.”

When Faren checked on her camera, exactly a week after she had set it up, on the next day off for the farmers, she was not disappointed. Well, she was a little disappointed, she had been hoping it would catch her criminal and it would be an open and shut case, but this was almost as helpful. It was gone entirely, smashed off from where she had hidden it. 

That meant a few things to her. The thief was real, and Mr. Mangira wasn’t just freaking out about some lost supplies here and there; the thief knew what a camera was, meaning someone either from a low floor or someone well versed as a criminal; and finally that it wasn’t Rigo, who watched her put it up and knew where the blind spots were. Faren didn’t really suspect him, it was just nice to cross him off the list for good.

Faren hadn’t been doing nothing during that week, she was doing her research. On the farm inventory, their history, and most importantly on the farmers. It seemed the most likely that it was a farmer, who knew where all the supplies were, how the compressors worked, how to use the airlock properly. She already had some suspicions. She had been hoping to gather more information before the criminal knew she was investigating, but now the secret was out. Now, it was time to introduce herself. 

[vividracing]

New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/the-best-lighting-solution-for-all-off-road-vehicles-by-baja-designs/

The Best Lighting Solution For All Off-Road Vehicles By Baja Designs

If your offroad vehicle is running on more than three light switches to control your lights, for safety, simplicity, and a million other reasons we recommend that you use a power distribution system. We mean like those made by sPOD, which has moved the manufacturing in-house to Baja Designs (a leader in the off-road lighting industry for over 25 years) in San Marcos, CA. Their advanced electronic control unit is trail-rated and race-proven, perfectly made for offroad vehicles, and works well for anything with a battery including agricultural equipment, utility vehicles, race rigs, and more. These systems are customizable, simple, and powerful, have a variety of safety features, and have fewer wires.

With the switch panel and the solid-state control module, as the two main components of the sPOD system, the systems are easier than ever to install. All you do is wire your positive and negative wire to the power control module, and with one Ethernet cable going to the switch controller, voila, no extra tools, or wasting many hours on a forum trying to learn how to set it up. sPOD offers two powerful and space-saving switch panel power systems: the BantamX, an eight-circuit system, and the six-circuit system SourceLT.

Both of these solid-state technology units offer a centralized means of managing and controlling auxiliary 12V electrical accessories on off-road vehicles. They each utilize a solid-state board and one main fuse as they provide a continuous power flow of up to 100 amps and feature up to six/eight circuits in total, rated at 30 amps. The system not only comes with a 5-year manufacturer defect warranty but also a variety of safety features that help to protect against electrical faults, such as a low-voltage cutoff feature that prevents damage to the battery by shutting off the electrical components. If the battery drops below 11.6V, after two minutes, the Bantam will shut down.

For more freedom to program and control the system from any wireless device, both the sPOD BantamX and SourceLT units come equipped with built-in Bluetooth technology. On top of that, you can control features such as output dimming, strobing, flashing, memory, auto power-up, momentary settings, input, and more through the app. If you are still not yet convinced that you need this system, you should know that we see many people use sPOD as a switch controller for 12V electrical components including winches, air compressors, and lockers (although you should be careful with the circuit load as the amps typically pull 50-70 amps).

Features:

Centralized Control: sPOD offers a centralized means of managing and controlling auxiliary 12V electrical components on off-road vehicles, providing a single point of control for all your accessories.Solid-State Technology: Both the BantamX and SourceLT units utilize a solid-state board, providing a continuous power flow of up to 100 amps, and featuring up to eight circuits in total, rated at 30 amps each.

Customizability: The Touch Panel allows for a wide variety of customization, including linking up to four BantamX units for a total of 36 switches controlled by one panel.

Safety Features: The sPOD system includes a variety of safety features that help to protect against electrical faults, such as a low-voltage cutoff feature that prevents damage to the battery by shutting off the electrical components.

Warranty: sPOD backs up their products with a 5-year manufacturer defect warranty, giving customers peace of mind knowing they’re purchasing a reliable product.

The BantamX

The BantamX non-switch panel system is a small, 8-circuit (expandable) control system that provides a clean and safe way to power and controls 12/24VDC accessories. With built-in Bluetooth capabilities for remote control, the BantamX is also designed to be paired with the sPOD™ app on your phone or tablet, saving hours of wiring & installation time. The BantamX comes standard with the TouchHD, which gives that tactile feedback many people love. But if you are looking to really customize your setup at the touch of your fingertips, the Touch Panel is also available, which allows for a wide variety of customization and even linking up to four BantamX units for a total of 36 switches controlled by one panel.

The 84″ setup includes the following:

(1) BantamX System (1) 84″ Battery Cable Set (1) Universal Mounting Bracket All necessary hardware

Specifications for the BantamX:

30 amps at 12.5 VDC per circuit

16-position terminal block

2 controller ports (RJ45) for Ethernet cables

Integrated low voltage cutoff battery protection w/ optional override

100 amp in-line fuse

Operates on 12 VDC or 24 VDC

Built-in Bluetooth capabilities for remote control

CLICK HERE to buy the Baja Design 84″ Spod BantamX Non-Switch Panel

To buy the Baja Design 36″ Spod BantamX Non-Switch Panel – CLICK HERE

The SourceLT

The SourceLT non-switch panel system is a small, solid-state 6-circuit control system that provides a clean and safe way to power and control 12VDC accessories. Due to the small footprint of the SourceLT, the placement options are endless, and there’s no cutting, fishing wires into the cab or tapping into the vehicle’s electrical system. Just like BantamX, this system has built-in Bluetooth capabilities for remote control and is also designed to be paired with the sPOD™ app on your phone or tablet, saving hours of wiring & installation time.

The 84″ setup includes the following:

(1) SourceLT System (1) 84″ Battery Cable Set (1) Universal Mounting Bracket All necessary hardware

Specifications for the SourceLT:

6 circuits rated at 30 amps at 12.5 VDC per circuit

12-position terminal block

Integrated low voltage cutoff battery protection w/ optional override

100 amp in-line fuse

Operates on 12 VDC or 24 VDC

Built-in Bluetooth capabilities for remote control

To purchase the Baja Design 36″ Spod SourceLT Non-Switch Panel – CLICK HERE

CLICK HERE to buy the Baja Design 84″ Spod SourceLT Non-Switch Panel

[hotshotsxyz]

his lucky stars

buddie (1.2k) (read it on AO3)

Evan Buckley isn’t reckless, no matter what his teammates say. Sure, he takes a lot of risks, but they’re calculated. And maybe he failed algebra, but he’s good at this kind of math.

The thing about Evan Buckley is that he’s got a soulmate. If he’s honest, he’s not sure he believes in the concept. That is - he knows he’s got one, in the sense that there are words scrawled in unfamiliar handwriting across his wrist. But he’s not sure if the whole ‘perfect match’ thing is legit. Who’s gonna hear him say a sentence or two and decide it’s enough to stay? It seems unrealistic if you ask him, but it does come with one advantage. Because whatever he thinks about soulmates, fate is demonstrably real. Fate says that if you have words, you’ll hear them.

Buck’s practically invincible.

So yeah, if he takes the risks so his markless teammates don’t have to, the math works out. Sure, he might get hurt, but until he hears those fateful words, he’s not going to die.

He’s not expecting anything to change on a random Tuesday.

“New recruit,” Bobby says, and Buck’s jaw nearly drops. On the one hand, they don’t need a new recruit. The team’s just fine as it is. On the other hand, Eddie Diaz is the most attractive man Buck’s ever seen. Ever. He’s not sure if he’s jealous or, well, the other thing. He’s more than content to figure that one out later, right up until Eddie opens his stupidly hot mouth.

“You’re Buck, right? Nice to meet you. I’ve heard good things.”

That time, Buck’s jaw actually does drop. He snaps it shut, turns on his heel, and leaves without a word.

Holy shit.

Eddie Diaz. Eddie Diaz is his fucking soulmate. This is going to ruin everything.

Buck knows he’s being an asshole, but he can’t help it. If he says a single fucking word to Diaz, the magic’s over. Assuming Eddie has his words. He must, right? Hell, wouldn’t that be Buck’s luck? A one-sided bond? It’s virtually unheard of, but not impossible.

He pushes the thought away. The odds of the bond being one-sided are so low, it’s not worth chancing. So yeah, Buck’s being an asshole, but if it means he can continue keeping his team safe with his near-immortality, he’s going to keep being an asshole. And hey! He’s keeping Eddie safe too. Frankly, if he gave Eddie the choice, he’d probably prefer it like this.

Their first call is to an auto shop where a man’s been impaled on an air compressor. Buck’s got it, he does, but then Eddie steps in and he’s irritatingly competent. Buck huffs and hands over the angiocath. The silence on their way back to the station is deafening.

He makes it through the shift without saying a word to Eddie. He knows Bobby notices, and that he probably won’t get away with it for long, but at least for now, his superpower is intact. He’ll deal with the rest later.

It’s not until he’s unlocking the door to Abby’s place that he realizes he hasn’t thought about her all day, maybe for the first time since she left. The ache in his chest that he hadn’t realized was missing resumes. He leaves the key in the lock for a moment and rocks back on his heels. It feels like it means something.

He’d been so sure she was coming back, but why would she? There’s an entire world out there that isn’t Buck. She’d probably known from the minute she left that she wasn’t coming back. It’s been weeks since they talked. Maybe it’s time for Buck to stop waiting.

The sound of the shower running hits him as he steps across the threshold, and Buck immediately feels guilty for his train of thought.

She’s back. Abby’s back. Buck’s got half a mind to join her in the shower, but his earlier thoughts stop him. Whatever her reason for returning, they need to talk before they do anything else.

And then it’s not Abby. It’s Maddie. His sister. Holy shit. His heart breaks and lifts at the same time. Abby’s still gone, but he hasn’t seen Maddie in years, and he’s missed her like he’d miss a piece of himself.

She prods him about the apartment, and everything comes spilling out. Abby, how she’s been gone, and worst of all Eddie.

“Evan, he’s your soulmate. You have to tell him!” she says.

“I absolutely don’t,” Buck argues. “I’ve got a good thing here, I’m not going to ruin it just because I met my soulmate.”

Maddie shakes her head but doesn’t argue.

Eddie walks into the gym and Buck leaves. Eddie goes to grab a drink from the fridge and Buck abandons his half-finished lunch. Eddie corners him in the locker room, and Buck… is stuck.

“What’s your problem, man?” Eddie asks, throwing his hands in the air.

Buck just shakes his head.

“Look, I hear you’re a good guy, and that you’re going through some personal stuff, but if we’re going to work together you have to at least talk to me. So whatever this is, knock it off.” Eddie spins on his heel and leaves.

Hen comes in not long after.

“What’s going on with you, Buckaroo?” she asks, not unkindly.

Buck shakes his head. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

The station alarm goes off, and Buck thanks his lucky stars.

Hen sighs. “Whenever you’re ready to talk about it, you know where to find me.”

The guy's got a live grenade in his leg. Like hell Buck’s letting Eddie go in there alone, and like hell he’s letting another member of his team go.

“I’m in,” Buck says, making sure he directs it to Bobby.

Eddie frowns at him but nods. Bobby tries to give them both an out, but neither of them takes it. Buck feels like an asshole all over again. He and Eddie are clearly cut from the same cloth, and the more time Buck spends around him, the more respect he has for him. He’s sure as hell not going to break his silence now, though, not right before they try to pull a live grenade out some guy’s leg.

“You wanted us to bond,” Buck says to Bobby. “We might end up real close.”

They get it out. They get the grenade out and it’s exhilarating. Buck’s never felt more invincible than he does now, working alongside Eddie, and isn’t that a thought? They’d been completely in sync back there, despite Buck’s silence.

It felt right, in a way Buck’s never felt before. Like he’s been looking for his place in the world his entire life, and maybe, just maybe, that place is by Eddie’s side. He’s screwed.

“You’re a badass under pressure, brother,” Eddie says, clapping him on the shoulder. “I just wish you’d talk to me.”

Buck’s heart lifts and falls as fast as it’s ever done. And fuck, Eddie looks almost sad. Whatever it means for him, for them, he can’t keep doing this. He chooses his words carefully.

“Up until right now,” Buck says slowly, “I was invincible. You were, too.”

Eddie’s jaw drops. “You- you’re-”

Buck sticks out his hand. “Evan Buckley. Kind of an asshole. Also your soulmate. Most people just call me Buck.”

Eddie’s jaw snaps shut with an audible click, and his eyebrows practically disappear into his hairline, but he takes Buck’s hand and shakes it.

“Soulmate, huh?” Eddie asks, a little breathless.

Buck shrugs. “You think maybe we could start over?”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He’s beautiful, Buck thinks. Maybe it’s time he reconsiders this whole soulmate business.

[fereldenturnip]

But Don’t You Ever Let Me Go (3)

Primo Nizzuto/Majid Zamari Sugar Daddy Fic

Part 3/ ?

(Parts 1, 2)

Plus @ournextdoorneighbor has done several arts for #TrustTheWolf! Go check that AMAZING stuff out! :D

Majid wakes up at 10:58 am, completely well-rested. The evidence of his stale pleasure is glued to his body hair. The odd prickling promptly jump-starts his brain straight into freak-out mode. 

The car ride. Primo’s dulcet tones. The smell of him on his skin. The pleasure of release after so long without.

Majid leaps out of bed. 

Last night was a mistake. A weakness. One Majid is embarrassed to have committed in the first place. 

What’s shocked him most is the ferocity of his swift libido. Majid’s had fantasies before, lurid wet dreams inspired by exaggerated magazine spreads. Hot chicks in nothing but lingerie and ‘come hither’ stares. He used to go through bottles of lotion and boxes of tissues like crazy before he finally started having sex for real. 

Sex with women. 

Because Majid likes women. He isn’t gay! 

…Or, is he?

Fuck! Majid squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t know anymore! That tame, midnight fantasy was nothing at all compared to all his previous raunchy escapades, but it was also the most intense orgasm of his life. Primo’s very masculine body, his very manly voice, his very alpha-male presence awakens a dark need inside Majid. Hell, it knocked him unconscious for hours after emptying his balls all over himself. 

Still, Majid is confused. 

It’s the weekend. He’s off from work and that means no surprise visits from certain Mafia Dons. Hopefully. Just thinking about Primo overwhelms Majid and sends him into a wild frenzy around his flat. He spends most of his afternoon laundering his bed sheets and clothes, cleaning himself thoroughly in the shower…and then scrubbing down the tiles when he strokes out another Primo-induced orgasm. 

It’s absurd, but Majid suspects one look at him and Primo will know his shame. His cock gives a valiant twitch at that. 

Is this real life? Is Majid going to spend the rest of the weekend wanking off to Primo? He groans, flopping down on his springy mattress and hanging his head. 

What exactly is it about Primo that awakens Majid’s sexual urges when nothing else has? Objectively speaking, Primo is a handsome-looking older man. Any fool with eyes, gay or straight, can see that plain as day. After the first few encounters with the man, Majid scoured old newspaper clippings from decades past. Desperate to understand the gravitas behind the notorious Primo Nizzuto.

Gone is the ridiculous pornstache and bell-bottoms of his youth, exchanged for modern (albeit still flamboyant) facial hair and fashion. The floppy hair and thick thighs remain, plus the addition of one pierced ear that came about during the 80’s. In fact, Majid once spent an entire lunch captivated by a single teardrop-shaped pearl earring that swayed in time with Primo’s conversation.

He appears to have aged like a fine wine, hale and healthy, time only adding to his magnetic elegance. All that country air and good food is a testament to the wonders of Italian longevity. 

Add to that his influential power--and Majid isn’t that dumb not to notice the excited thrill he feels whenever Primo exercises said power on Majid’s behalf. Small, insignificant Majid, a real nobody that Primo pulls out all the stops for. Majid likes people watching? With a wave of his hand, Primo gets them a table with a stunning view for lunch. The gallery too crowded for Majid? One word and suddenly it’s just the two of them gazing at dusty old paintings. Primo could have literally anyone in the world, but instead he chooses to fill his days with Majid. 

It’s hot. 

It wasn’t like this with Hakan, who pranced around pretending to be his mentor so long as Majid continued making him money. Who coddled him while simultaneously collaring him. 

Yeah, but Hakan didn’t want to fuck your brains out, either. 

Oh, he knows exactly what Primo wants. Who he wants. Question is, is Majid willing to give it to him? 

Primo is sexually charged and aimed at Majid, ready to fire whenever he’s given permission. That the ball is even in existence and firmly in Majid’s court is pleasantly reassuring. Despite all his carnal hunger, Primo will wait patiently for his enthusiastic consent. In some small measure, Majid can exert his own special power over the man. That in and of itself is attractive.

It’s exhilarating and dramatic, daunting and intimidating. Has Majid been playing it straight this whole time because it was expected of him? 

Living in Italy only makes it easier to remove himself from the trappings of his old life and examine the bigger picture. For the first time, he’s outside of the rigid confines of tradition that mandated he be hard-boiled and repressed. Finally, Majid can breathe easy and freely explore what makes his cock throb without shame. Try as he might to abhor this “perverted” behavior, Majid not-so-secretly delights from the adventures, the conversations…the pampering. Maybe it’s alright to admit kneeling, crawling, and kissing Primo’s signet ring is exactly what he desires. 

However, if Majid capitulates to Primo’s wants and needs, what’s in store for him when he inevitably fucks up? What security is there that he won’t end up beaten into another bloody pulp, or worse--dead? Honestly, it’s the punishment that scares Majid more than the sex. He’s racked with crippling anxiety--pins and needles in his fingers and toes, air freezing inside his lungs, the memory of bone splintering while someone he trusted sits indifferent to his suffering. 

Surviving Hakan? Pure dumb luck. Surviving Primo? Not likely. Every moment spent with Primo is like lighting a matchstick around a puddle of gasoline. One wrong move and everything goes up in flames. Every nerve in his body is telling him to run, far away from Primo Nizzuto’s reach. 

Everytime he gets the itch to move, those damn captivating green eyes lure him right back again. 

You’re an idiot, Zamari.

++++

“Boss wants you to have this,” the man in the dark suit says.

It’s sunny as shit outside, enough that Majid squints an eye trying to adjust after spending so long in the auto shop. There’s a backdrop of power tools and air compressors whirring away behind him. In front, the Suit wears a thick pair of nondescript sunglasses over a neutral expression. He wiggles the package again.

Majid scrunches his face at the square box. It’s expertly wrapped in crimson paper that looks quite supple and expensive. It’s…a gift. A bloody gift, given the colour. Gulping, Majid wipes his hands off on a rag and clumsily accepts it. Suit goes absolutely nowhere, merely crosses his hands and waits patiently. Primo must have ordered him to witness Majid’s reaction and report back to him. Shit, Majid’s face burns hot and it isn’t from the sun.

The wrapping is just as buttery-soft as expected. It calms his initial, childlike instinct to rip and tear it open. Inside is a black box embossed with pale gold letters.

BVLGARI. 

Majid’s eyes widen comically. He stares at the box, then at Suit. 

Silence. Not even a shrug or head-tilt to acknowledge Majid’s turmoil. Nothing. Perfect, civil obedience. With his heart thumping loudly in his ears, Majid is almost envious of his observer’s detachment. His thumb edges the corners of the box and he immediately likens his situation to Pandora. What fresh hell is he inviting into this world by opening Primo’s gift? Just sign here on the bottom line...

Nestled on a cushion of creamy velvet is an all-black watch. The straps are a liquidy-soft metal of intertwining onyx teeth. The wide crystal face is ringed in matte black lettering (and fuck, it’s an actual Bvlgari) and tiny yellow-gold dials. Three perfect subdials catch a sunbeam and flare molten and golden, like miniature full moons in the midnight sky. 

Woof!

His brown eyes light up and dance at the superb craftsmanship. It’s edgy but sleek, confident and dangerous--whoever wears it will surely strike an intimidating figure.

Oh, who is he kidding? Majid is totally going to wear this. Already his wrist is heavy and itching with anticipation. It’s absolutely perfect and exactly to Majid’s tastes. It’s as if Primo saw inside his soul and plucked out all his wants and desires just to hand them back on a silver platter. A plume of heat rushes down his spine to settle in his extremities. 

Shivering, Majid reassembles the box and stares at the expectant Suit. He’s almost tempted to pass it back, refuse this precious (ludicrously expensive) gift, if only to gauge his reaction. The Suit wouldn’t mind, but he’d still have to deliver the news to the benevolent gifter. It’s already been well-established that Primo brushes off rejection like water off a duck. Or, in his case, a black swan. His first proffered gift was an entire damn vineyard. Dozens of meals and car rides later, a four-figure watch is innocent. 

His fingers trace the embossed logo. It’s such a thoughtful gift, too. 

“Please give Signor Nizzuto my sincerest,” apologies, “thanks.” Fuck. 

Suit nods stiffly, pivots on one polished heel, and returns to his nondescript car. 

Majid escapes the hot air outside and returns to the auto shop. The gift is tenderly tucked inside his personal locker, with the lock pulled twice just to verify it is indeed fastened. The rest of his work day is spent in a complete daze. Everything blends together--Majid can’t count how many car batteries and broken tail lights he replaces, his mind and eyes skittering back to bore holes into his locker. 

When he greets Primo outside his apartment for their usual Tuesday night dinner, Majid is clean of grease and clothed in his best black attire. There’s been an effort to tame his growing curls and trim his short beard. He looks handsome. 

The sallow streetlamp outside casts him all in shadow. Somewhere a dog barks.

This time, when the chauffeur opens the backseat door he lets Primo exit and meet Majid in the crisp night air. The two of them stand silently across from each other, only a scant few feet apart. Primo is dressed in a close-fitting red suit so dark it might as well be black. 

Beware, the devil wears red… 

Unabashed green eyes soak in his appearance, slow and sultry over all his edges and curves. Majid holds himself still, blazer tucked in the crook of his left arm. The purposeful posture highlights the gleaming watch adorning Majid’s wrist. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

Primo blinks once, tongue blatantly stroking along his bottom lip, “Do you like it, my boy?”

His husky words are a temptation, promising notes ringing in the air between them. Shuddering madly and unable to speak, all Majid does is nod. A smile carves its way onto Primo’s face, chiseling dimples in his cheeks. Those eyes of his are electric. He takes a step closer, bringing a cloud of that damn cologne with him--Majid inhales sharply--then promptly backing off to the side. A playful little dance that leaves Majid absolutely reeling. One gentlemanly sweep of his hand, Primo beckons him towards the belly of the rumbling car. 

…So tempt away, devil, Majid thinks carelessly and ducks inside. 

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Exposed Perspective (5)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Guilt, fear, panic, being trapped, people being used/treated like test subjects and injury.

THIS IS THE THIRD STORY IN A TRILOGY. READ “A Third Perspective” AND “Switched Perspectives” FOR THIS TO MAKE SENSE!

(Check the reblog for the links to the previous chapters and the TWO prequels!)

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The dean walked through the halls, down the basement stairs to the private biology labs. In the back sat one reserved just for him, and this was his destination. The cage that Logan returned still sat on the counter and Dee considered recycling it to be poetic justice. He took the creatures out of his pocket, tossing them both inside.

“Well well well, would you look at you.” Dee crooned, giving them a cold grin.

 Both borrowers groaned as they were thrown onto hard metal and then both promptly froze at the voice. Virgil especially would recognize that voice anywhere.

 In unison, they both looked up to meet eyes with who they could only assume was Dr. Dee. But based on the voice and the way he was looking at them, Virgil figured it was a fair assumption. “N-No,” Virgil muttered, scooting back. He heard Patton whimper.

The professor’s eyes widened. “So, the little birdy speaks.” He snatched Virgil back up in a fist, pulling him back out to inspect further. “Fascinating.”

 “Ah!” Virgil cried, struggling within the tight grip. It was nothing like Roman’s or Logan’s, even back when they first met. Dee’s grip was close to suffocating. He just had to go and open his mouth. Well, no going back now. “Let us go!”

 Patton, meanwhile, could only stare helplessly as Dee had his friend. “Yeah! Let us go!”

The dean ignored their pleas, instead reaching for the tiniest tongue compressor available and using it to hold the subject’s mouth open. 

 Virgil let out a muffled cry as his mouth was opened by a wooden stick. He tried to turn his head but the stick held him in place as well.

 Patton felt tears start to run down his face. “Stop it!” He didn’t know what Dee was doing but it didn’t look good.

“Extraordinary.” Dr. Dee peered over the bridge of his nose down into the tiny throat. Every fragment, every crevice- however minuscule- resembled that of the human body. Changing tactics, he set the stick to the side to examine the saliva later. For now, he set the creature down on the counter, using his fingers to keep it in a starfish formation.

With his free hand, Dee grabbed a thin, long metal rod and began to prod the specimen in various places.

 Virgil struggled, even more, ignoring how tired he was starting to feel. His eyes widened at the metal stick and shut his eyes tight as it started to poke at him. He hated this, he hated this, he hated this-!

 Patton hated watching it and couldn’t help but shout at Dee. “Stop, please! Let Virgil go!”

“Virgil, hm?” Dee used the long end of the rod to carefully lift the subject’s chin, briefly recognizing the name from a strange and frustrating call the week before. “‘Far too cumbersome to remember, but subject V. would suffice. Are we clear?”

 “Wh-What? No! We’re not things for you to rename or use! We’re people!” Virgil shouted up at the human, still be held down.

“Hardly.” The doctor set the rod down, bringing subject V back into his fist. “Though a person is just as easily manipulated as a puppet, none is quite so literally fitting of that role as yourself. I don’t know what you are, but it certainly isn’t human. You’re far too malleable.” To illustrate his point. Dee gave subject V a squeeze.

 Virgil cried out in pain as Dee squeezed him tight. Patton’s eyes widened. “Stop! You’re hurting him!”

“That was the intention,” Dee smirked, releasing the pressure and turning to the subject still in the cage. “A creature will do what you wish either due to the promise of reward or the threat of a punishment. I prefer the latter. The amount of punishment a creature endures is dependent entirely upon their own level of intelligence. Well, that and their pain tolerance.” Dee gave a low chuckle. 

 “We...We may not be human but we don’t deserve this.” Patton spoke, trying to reason with Dee. “I mean, we can talk and think! That has to count for something, right?”

“Oh, absolutely.” The professor deposited V back into the cage, switching out subjects to bring the one who kept talking out to play. “Those talents are what make your kind so extraordinary.”

 Virgil quickly stood up, wasting no time in yelling at Dee. “Let him go! I swear if you hurt him…” Virgil practically growled out.

 Patton struggled against the grip, looking up at Dee with pleading eyes. “Please, we’re just like you, just smaller. And you wouldn’t do any of this to another human, right?”

“You clearly don’t know me very well.” The dean gave a humorless chuckle, looking between the two subjects and noticing V’s fondness for the one is his hand. “What’s your name?”

 Patton glared at Dee. “I’m not telling you.”

 Virgil’s eyes widened. 

Dee turned to subject V. “What’s its name?”

 Virgil grit his teeth. “He’s not an it.” He glanced at Patton, who shook his head. He didn’t know what Patton was doing and knew this could only end badly but he went along with it anyway. 

 He was going to regret this.

 “And I’m not telling you either.” Don’t hurt Patton, don’t hurt Patton.

Immediately Dee applied pressure around the subject’s form.

 Patton screamed and Virgil was unable to go any further. “Stop! His name is Patton! His name is Patton!”

“Good.” Dee praised, allowing Subject P to breathe. He didn’t actually care about the name so much as the cooperation. It was important to assert dominance early for the best results. Thankfully, subjects that could speak and understand him made the process speed by rapidly.

“Tell me about yourself.” Dee looked comfortable, almost lazily resting his cheek on his free hand while he maintained eye contact with Subject V.

 Patton breathed heavily, still trying to get air back into his lungs. Virgil gulped, knowing he had to go along with things lest Patton gets hurt again. “...What do you want to know?”

“How were you discovered?” The dean asked, twirling Subject P slowly in his grasp. These creatures were quite delightful.

 Patton yelped, shivering as he was manhandled. 

 Virgil winced as he watched this. “Um...I was found by Logan in his apartment after I tried to get some supplies and Patton was found by Roman in his apartment after trying to watch a movie.” Virgil answered, hating every word that came out of his mouth.

“Do you truly live in the walls?” Dee asked, remembering the stories of his childhood. “And take things back into your little nests?”

 “...Yes. We take things back to our homes.” He didn’t like Dee referring to them as nests. But, then again, Virgil didn’t like anything about Dee.

“What sorts of trinkets does your kind collect?” The dean prompted, leaning forwards. He had always pictured them similar to crow’s nests, especially after all his shiny jewelry had gone missing in high school.

 Virgil, in turn, leaned back. “Just p-practical things. Like paper clips or tin foil. Things we can use and make into other things.” Virgil kept glancing at Patton, making sure he was mostly all right.

“How many of you are there to each nest?” Dee began to try and do the math. “How many nests to a building?”

 Virgil sighed. “It all depends but we live on our own. With there only being two of us in the entire building.”

“Pity.” Dee looked almost disappointed for a moment. He paused the twirling of Subject P, allowing the silence to stew before he came to his most important question. “Where can I find more of you?”

 Virgil smirked, knowing this was a question he could answer honestly but still give nothing away. “I have no idea.” Screw you.

Dee frowned, applying only a minimal amount of pressure to Subject P.

 Virgil’s smirk dropped and his eyes widened. “Stop! I’m telling the truth!”

“I have no reason to believe you.” Dee’s gaze hardened, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “One of the most basic carnal abilities is that of finding fellow members of its species.”

 “Maybe for animals but we’ve learned a long time ago, it’s easier and safer to be as far away as possible. So, sorry but I have no idea where any more of us are.” Virgil crossed his arms. “And I wouldn’t risk Patton being hurt by lying.”

“Then perhaps you should stop doing so,” Dee growled.

 “I’m not,” Virgil growled back. Patton spoke up for the first time in a while. 

 “He-He’s telling the truth…” He tried.

“Hmm?” Dee turned back to the one in his hand, looking intrigued. He loosened his hand just enough to let it speak.

 “We’re...In human terms, we’re loners. We have to be. If there were a lot of us in the building, people could find us more easily. And borrowers don’t usually communicate with each other outside of our own building.” Patton tried to explain, hoping Dee would see it was true.

“Interesting.” Dee brought Subject P up higher, examining him further now that he was willing to cooperate. Borrowers, hmm? Of course, Dee still had to develop a more scientific title for these creatures. “Tell me more.” 

***

Thomas was trying not to panic, searching throughout every hall of the school twice for any sign of his borrower friends. He looked under lockers, behind tables, and even into the vents. After a while, all the other students had filtered out to go home, but Thomas was nearly in tears as he continued to search.

“Patton?” Thomas called out quietly, ducking into classroom after classroom. “Virgil?”

He stood in the darkening room, feeling the wave of anxiety threatening to overwhelm him. He clenched his fists at his sides, now allowing the tears to fall. He was so stupid. How could he have put them in danger like this? What if someone else had spotted them, or taken them, or...or…

Thomas sobbed openly into his palms, picturing all the horrible things that could be happening to his friends. Roman was right, Patton never should have come back to school. 

Roman….”Roman!” Thomas said in realization, quickly attempting to wipe his face clear. He pulled out his phone, praying that Roman would pick up. The phone seemed to ring for an eternity.

R: Yes, what is it?

Thomas could have cried in relief when Roman answered, although based on the background noise it seemed they had found the rat.

“R-Roman!” Thomas’ voice still shook slightly, having not fully recovered from crying his eyes out moments ago.

R: Thomas?  (Roman immediately sounded concerned.) What’s wrong?

“It’s- it’s Patton and Virgil!” Thomas hurried to explain. “They’re missing!”

R: WHAT?!

There was a frantic squeaking on the other end, before an out of breath could be faintly heard in the background.

L: Roman, whatever is the matter?

R: The borrowers are missing! Wha-? Hey!

Instantly Logan’s voice sounded much louder, coming over to take the phone.

L: Thomas, what happened?

“I- someone ran into me in the hall, and…” Thomas hiccuped slightly, overwhelmed. “And my bag was knocked out of my arms, and then when I picked it back up they weren’t in there, a-and I can’t find them anywhere!”

L: Stay right there. Stay calm. We will be there shortly. 

“I’m so sorr-” Thomas tried to apologize, but Logan shut off the phone before Thomas could finish. 

***

“I knew this was a terrible idea.” Roman cursed, pulling on his coat already. “I’ll drive.”

“Good.” Logan pulled on his own coat, the two dashing down the stairs. Logan disposed of the rat on their way out, jumping into Roman’s car. 

As they went, Roman’s fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel. His foot felt permanently glued to the floor as he practically sped through every yellow light, and more than once did Logan have to remind him to slow down.

Of course, both humans were equally worried. They sprinted into the school building, and only at the threshold did Logan put an arm out to slow Roman down.

“What gives?” Roman said indignantly, ready to push back.

“Virgil and Patton are missing.” Logan reminded him, eyes firm. “We have to be careful where we step.”

Roman paled, catching what Logan was implying. “...right.” He gave a determined nod, slowly pushing the door open. 

Thomas was already waiting just inside, his eyes still rimmed with red and puffy.

“Where did it happen?” Logan asked, walking with a purpose but eyes constantly on the floor.

“Over here.” Thomas led them through the halls to the scene of the crime.

“Can you walk us through exactly what happened?” Roman pressed, while Logan had already begun to pace the hallway like a regular Sherlock Holmes.

“Well, ah..” Thomas counted the floor tiles trying to figure out where he was. “I think I was standing here, and the hall was jam-packed with people. And then Remy ran into me, and the bag fell somewhere over there…” Logan began to inspect the area where Thomas pointed.

“And then what?” Roman prompted, trying to picture the scene in his mind theatre.

“Uh, I tried to take my bag back, but Remy kept trying to pull me to class so it took a couple moments.” Thomas winced at the memory. “And then I came over here…”

Thomas and Logan went to inspect the indicated location, but Roman’s eyes traveled elsewhere. He frowned, squinting as a figure appeared at the end of the hall only to quickly backtrack the other way. That was...odd. Roman dashed down the hall, anxious to get another look.

“Remy?” Roman’s voice caused the Starbucks lover to wince, turning around slowly to face him.

“Heh, hey Roman.” Remy quickly fell back into his laid back manner of speaking. “What’re you guys doing here? I thought I was the only one who came to late-night coffee hour.”

“Thomas...lost his phone earlier.” Roman chose his words carefully, remembering that Thomas had mentioned Remy was at the scene of the crime. “We think somebody took it.”

Remy’s face fell for only a moment before he pushed his sunglasses back up, making his expression unreadable. “Well, that’s a shame.”

“I think you know who did it.” Roman murmured, taking a step forward. Remy took a step back in fear. Of course, this only made him appear more guilty. Roman knew how to spot a terrible actor.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re-” Remy’s sentence was cut off as Roman grabbed the front edges of his leather jacket and swung him into the lockers with a loud bang. Immediately the noise alerted Thomas and Logan who came running around the corner.

“Roman!” Thomas cried out, shocked at the scene before him. “What are you doing?”

“What do you know?” Roman growled, glaring daggers at Remy.

“I-it’s not my fault!”  Remy’s sunglasses had been knocked to the ground, causing him to stare wide-eyed as his gaze darted between the three students. “Ah screw it, all the pumpkin spice in the world isn’t worth this. Professor Dee promised me a Starbucks gift card if I tussled Thomas up a bit.”  

“Oh, no.” Logan’s face looked whiter than a sheet. 

If one were to look at Thomas, they would see he wasn’t faring much better. “Remy, how could you…” He spoke softly, disappointed.

Roman’s grip on Remy faltered, also paling at this development, but Roman stood his ground. “Where is he now!”

“I don’t know!” Remy squeezed his eyes shut, turning to the side as though Roman was going to punch him. “He already paid me, gurl, the deal’s over.”

“Let him go, Roman,” Logan instructed.

“But...” Roman looked back and forth between Logan and Remy, unsure. This was their only lead.

“I believe I know where Dee is,” Logan explained, having worked with the professor before. 

Roman slowly released Remy’s jacket, and immediately the teen tore out of there like a roadrunner on caffeine.

“ByeThomasHopeYouFindYourPhone!” Remy’s goodbye was so fast that Thomas almost thought he missed it entirely.

“If he thinks I’m gonna keep bringing him the homework, he can forget it.” Thomas muttered, crossing his arms.

“Where’s Dee?” Roman asked, turning his full attention to Logan. “His office?”

“No, that’s too conspicuous for what he has planned.” Logan felt his fists clenching at his sides, remembering Dee’s words from not so long ago:

I wonder if their screams would be muted due to the size of their vocal pipes. I’d hope not, it’d be a lot harder to test their pain tolerance.

Logan grit his teeth, leading Roman and Thomas down into the basement stairs. He passed by the many laboratories, set on his destination.

“It’s cold down here.” Thomas shivered, pulling his arms close.

“I must say, I have never been to this part of the building.” Roman looked into a few windows as they passed by, spotting what looked to be a rotting animal carcass at one station. He shuddered, facing forwards once more. Though this was his first time, it wasn’t exactly an honor to be here.

“This wing is mostly for graduate research,” Logan explained. He spotted the familiar door, marking Dee’s private study. With a determined look, Logan pounded on its hard metal surface.

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2022-07-27

Transport

Private-hire car driver caught dozing off at the wheel

Singapore: ERP rates at 4 locations to go up by $1 from next month

Singapore

Over 4,500 students sign petition seeking free NDP tickets after missing out on NE show - FFS, I hope they do eventually grow up & get a life

Police break into Bedok flat following complaints over air-con compressor dangling outside window - under new laws that took effect from 1 Jan this year, police now have the power to forcefully enter a domicile to protect others from death or injury

Town Council refuses to compensate man whose car was damaged by spalling concrete at Tekka Centre carpark - apparently, they say “natural wear & tear” absolves them of any liability

Parcel locker usage low after a year

10th case of monkeypox reported here

*Scape in Orchard Road to be revamped to draw youth of different ages

Iris Koh, doctor, & ex-assistant face charges for bogus claims on COVID-19 jabs

Health

Florida teen infected with brain-eating amoeba after family swimming trip - the condition is almost always fatal

Finance

Singapore: Inflation yet to peak with more MAS tightening expected

Food

Cockroach found in hor fun from Clementi 煮炒 stall - it’s par for the course, given how unsanitary a lot of our eateries here are... it’s also a fact that eating out kills!

Beauty

^ Bottleneck bangs don’t look good on everyone

Politics

Xi Jinping seeks Jokowi’s support in keeping region open & inclusive - that’s a f**king laugh coming from an authoritarian regime that limits its citizens’ freedoms!!!

Japan's politicians admit to ties with Unification Church after Abe's death

Society

Former Cuomo aide killed after Lyft driver stops in the middle of busy highway & orders him & his friends to get out of vehicle - the driver is still at large

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Tires redux

Wednesday, 31 March 2021

We made it to south central New Jersey Turnpike last night. Exit 5, if you are from Jersey. We left at 2:00pm after Jeanne finished a presentation webinar. Why didn’t we get to Maryland, you ask?

We stopped a few times to play with the tires. Tim has a new tire inflator tool — a Viair 88P Compressor — that he bought for going off-road when we get to the National Seashore. So of course we had to check the tire pressure. But we were busy getting out of town, so he didn’t check the pressure before we left.

Jeanne was driving. Tim insists she use the driver’s Sprinter control panel settings to display the tire pressure. It’s the first hour of the trip and she is grumpy from the pressure of the webinar, but she reluctantly cooperates. “I’ll play your silly game”. The Storyteller Mode Sprinter has different tire pressures on the front from the back tires. In November we had had the tires rotated. No one had checked the tires pressures since. They are backwards. In fact, the back tires are overheating from low pressure. We have to take air out of the front tires and add to the back. What’s the tool for that?

“Better to learn this on dry asphalt than stuck in the sand”, Tim says. It starts raining. He gets out the new compressor. We stand out in the rain on the Charlton Rest Area on the Mass Pike learning to use it. But we need a better tool for deflating — the tire pressure gauge is too slow. Amazon to the rescue. Jeanne finds an Amazon locker near the Outer Banks. Our tire deflator will be delivered tomorrow.

Now well tooled for the Outer Banks, we get back on the road. Jeanne is now enrolled in the importance of checking the tire pressure. Still off but not overheating. At Amber’s next pee stop (neither of us remembers where) Tim fine-tunes the pressure. Perfect.

New Jersey, here we come.