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macabr3-barbi3 · 8 months ago

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if it interests you, I’d love to see what you do with alastor/dog sinner reader. I think it could be a very interesting dynamic- anyway good work! :)

HI ANON SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LOL

I ended up combining this with another request from Ao3: "please please please I'd love a rough/teasing/edging (with a lil hate to love twist) oneshot i bet it would be another amazing read owo" from liddlefangirl

Tags: edging, rough, hatesex(?), teasing, Alastor Does Not Like Dogs™️

AS ALWAYS an extra large and mushy thank you to @fraugwinska for being a lovely hype-woman and my Alastor dialogue mentor 🥰

Things were bound to come to a head between you and Alastor eventually- the nature of your Sinner form had guaranteed that when it manifested you with features similar to a dog, the floppy ears of a Beagle drooping off the sides of your head and a sensitive nose to match.

Charlie had apparently seen no issue with allowing a dog- a hunting dog of all things- in the confined spaces of the Hotel with the deer demon, and his discontent with the situation struck fiercely and often, out of Charlie’s sight, usually in the form of a wayward tentacle tripping you down the stairs or some kind of Eldritch magic moving doors and hallways around so you ended up hopelessly lost and unable to find your room.

Alastor himself avoided you like the plague, only interacting with you when absolutely necessary and with his cane held in front of him like a barrier, like he thought you would attack him unprovoked- even though it was him doing the antagonizing, constantly fucking with you, and the one time you had asked him about it?

“You are quite welcome to leave at any time if the nature of the Hotel is not to your liking!”

The bastard. And even though it wasn’t like you, even though you were at the Hotel for redemption and everything and things like petty revenge should have been beneath you while you tried to improve yourself, you couldn’t resist pushing back a little.

You knew he had some sort of trauma with dogs from his death, so you weren’t trying to actually terrorize the man. You just didn’t let his bullshit get to you anymore- if he tripped you down the stairs you stopped sending a death glare over your shoulder at him, just standing up, dusting yourself off, and suppressing your limp until you were out of sight; when you found yourself in a twisting corridor that you knew hadn’t been there before, you simply picked the closest door and entered it like that was where you had meant to go the entire time. When he took the doors away entirely and just dropped you into an endless hallway with no entrance or exit, you plopped yourself down on the floor and took a book from your pocket to read until the lights went back to normal and the doors returned, indicating his departure.

You even played up some of the more canine aspects of your personality just for his benefit; you scratched at your ears whenever he entered a room; you sometimes barked or howled instead of applauding during some of Charlie’s meetings; you teased Husk incessantly, sometimes playfully ‘chasing’ him around the bar before Alastor left the area, always sure to apologize afterwards and make sure the avian cat knew that you didn’t mean any real harm, that you were just fucking with Alastor a bit.

But as with any war, sometimes there’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed from either side.

You’re walking carefully through the kitchen with a couple buckets of water for Niffty when you spot the shadow snaking out of the corner, and you’re not quick enough to sidestep it this time. You land hard on the floor, covered in hot soapy water, and when you see Alastor watching you from the doorway with that fucking smirk on his face and lowered lashes something in you snaps- the harsh bark of anger that rumbles from your throat is entirely genuine, as is the fear that seems to flash in his eyes before his smile grows cruel and he snaps his fingers.

There’s a muzzle around your face, the straps of it far too tight and digging into your skin before you can even get a chance to try and tear it off, and the yip of pain that escapes you hurts your sensitive ears combined with the laugh track that comes out of Alastor’s microphone.

“Ahh, isn’t that a sight? Muzzled at last, as every wretched mutt should be.” Apparently the sight of the muzzle makes him brave- he steps closer, reveling in being above you. “You know, in my time the strays weren’t even allowed indoors- how kind of Charlie to open the doors of the Hotel to you and the infestation of fleas that you’ve no doubt brought with you.”

In lieu of a verbal response, you take advantage of his proximity and swipe at his ankles with your foot- his shadows don’t have time to react and catch him before he’s on the ground beside you, caught in an awkward crouch as he tries to flee before he’s fully landed. You snarl at him, sharp teeth bared behind the wire of the muzzle, still able to be seen and heard even if you can’t use them on him as you pounce, tackling him flat to the wet floor.

Whether it's the shock of the move or something else, you’ll never understand why he doesn’t call on his shadows to assist. Instead, he lunges back, flipping your positions around, water splashing and scattering as the two of you essentially wrestle on the floor, harsh words and snapping teeth as you both try to bow the other into submission. He manages to get the upper hand, pinning you to the floor by your wrists, both your breathing heavy, sweat lining your brow, growling low in your throat while you try to wriggle out from under him. “Take the muzzle off,” you say.

“So you can bite me? I think not.”

“Take. The fucking muzzle. Off.” You stay locked in a dead stare, and when he doesn’t make any move to get off of you or reach for the straps of the contraption on your head you try once again to twist loose, managing to get your feet up under you to try and buck him off with your hips like some kind of wild horse. It accomplishes two things, neither of them what you wanted to happen.

First, you become aware of a dampness to your panties that is not just a result of your tumble across the wet floor; the fight-or-flight instinct combined with the adrenaline of the impromptu fight on the floor, ending with you pinned under a strong, powerful (sexy, even if he’s an ass) demon, means that your body has completely misconstrued what was happening here.

The second is that Alastor becomes aware of that the same moment that you do.

His eyes light up with malicious interest. “How interesting,” he murmurs, taking in the light tremble of your body, the likely dilation of your pupils and how hard you’re breathing. “Not just a feral mutt but a bitch in heat as well it would seem!”

Shame warms you from the inside out, burning in tandem with the arousal making itself known with the flush of your skin. “Fuck you,” you hiss through your teeth, but it’s weak, needy rather than demanding like you intend it to be. “Just- get off me, let me up-”

You continue to try to get out from under Alastor, attempting to buck your hips again to dislodge him. Quick as a whip there’s a tentacle wrapped around your wrist when he lets it go to dig his fingers into the skin of your hips, keeping you bowed nearly in a bridge. Your legs tremble from the strain of the position, and when Alastor presses his own hips down to meet yours you can’t help the cut off moan that escapes you at the feeling of his heavy erection pressing against your core.

“Get off? Are you quite sure?” He grinds against you, making you whimper when the drag of his cock through his slacks rubs under your skirt, against where you’re wet and sensitive. “You know, the one good thing about dogs is that they can be trained; by either rewarding them with a treat, or by whipping them into submission… perhaps there’s a mutually beneficial arrangement that can be made for us, depending on your preference on the matter."

“I’m not making a fucking deal with you,” you mutter, turning away from him, and a new tentacle slips around the other side of you to grab at your wrist so Alastor can release that one as well, using his now free hand to twist your face to meet his eyes over the cage of the muzzle.

“Who said anything about a deal? It’s a proposal- we can continue as we have been until you inevitably aggravate me to the point that I rip you apart, Charlie’s opinions on the matter be damned.” He lets go of your face to trail his hand down your throat, squeezing softly before continuing a path down your body to rest on your other hip, dragging your body up against his and properly slotting one of his thighs between your legs. “Or you can be a good dog and let me be the master with a firm hand that you seem to so desperately need to straighten your... flaws out, and make you at least bearable to have around my Hotel.”

When you hesitate, he taps the bars around your mouth. “I’ll even take the muzzle off at the end,” he says, “permitted that you prove to me that you can behave .”

And it shouldn’t be hot, the way that he says that; like you’re some unruly fleabag that needs to be fucked to act properly, like you were the one causing problems instead of just reacting to the ones he was creating. But the pressure of his leg against your sensitive clit, even through both of your layers of clothing, is sinfully delicious, and you can’t help but wonder what exactly Alastor as a ‘master’ would entail.

You force your muscles to relax, going slack against the Radio Demon, and he smiles wide and dangerous as he lowers your back down to the puddle of cooling water beneath you, still clinging to the faint lemony scent of the cleaner that Niffty uses. “Good girl,” he says quietly, and the praise floods your brain like a drug. “Obedience is a treasured trait in a pet, don’t you think? Even in one that’s a brazen tart- the slightest hint that I’ll touch you and you acquiesce so easily, how lovely.”

He releases his grip on your hip to reach up and rub your ear between his fingers; the action makes you whimper in your throat, the soft skin there thin and sensitive as he pays attention to it, slowly stroking while the thumb of his other hand rubs arcs across your stomach where your shirt had ridden up in the tumble across the floor. His touch sends shivers through your body, a perceptible tremor that he sees and delights in in his wild grin is anything to go by. “Go on,” he encourages, his fingers not ceasing their movements. “Tell me you’ll be obedient. Tell me you’ll be good for me.”

You grit your teeth behind the muzzle and nod as well as you can with his hand on your ear. Saying it out loud felt like a step too far, would feel like losing something to him.

Both hands tighten their grip, the prick of claws against your skin forcing a gasp from your lips. “Even young puppies can follow a basic command,” he mocks, and the hand on your hip shifts to dip below your waistband, his fingers quickly finding the slick heat of your cunt and rubbing teasingly along your entrance. “Come on now, don’t you want a treat? Speak.”

“Fuck you- yes, I’ll be fucking good,” you mutter, and he tuts in disapproval, pressing hard against your clit before starting to retreat. “Wait, no-”

“I won’t repeat myself again,” he says lowly, hand poised to exit your panties, possibly to leave you soaked and wanting on the kitchen floor as he disappears into the shadows.

You glare at him, even as the words bubble from your throat in desperation, wanting his dexterous fingers on your pussy again. “Yes, I’ll be good for you.”

His grin sharpens. “Lovely. And I am a man of my word…” His fingers return to your folds with a fierce vengeance, his thumb swiping hard against your clit as one of his thin, strong fingers dips inside, followed swiftly by another as they press against the sweet bundle of nerves inside you and stroke the soft skin there with unerring accuracy and pressure. The action makes your body tense, a rush of heat through your entire being as he rockets you towards a swift and sloppy orgasm with little more than a couple fingers and his hand rubbing the skin of your ears.

His gaze is fire as he looks down at you, the weight of his erection still straining his pants where it rests against your thigh as he crouches above you. “Who could have guessed it would be so easy to get you to listen to me? Why, had I known you were such a desperate harlot I may have taken your metaphorical leash in hand a bit sooner if that was all it took!”

You can’t respond as the pleasure builds in your body, shaking and whining in your throat as your orgasm builds, fingers inside you never ceasing in their movements as your walls clench around them. You won’t give him the satisfaction of crying out, biting your lip behind the muzzle to suppress the sound as well as you can; you’re helpless to the force of your release as it grows, cresting, and-

Alastor pulls away, his fingers pulling out of your fluttering hole, the slick of your arousal trailing out along with it before he brings his hand to his mouth. You can see the hint of his tongue darting between the digits as he cleans them, oblivious- or uncaring- of your incredulous stare at your ruined orgasm, so close you could fucking taste it before he ripped you back from the edge.

“What the fuck, Alastor?”

“I can’t have you making a mess already,” he says, your pussy clenching around nothing as he sucks on his fingers as if in thought. “Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“‘A shame’ is not letting me fucking finish,” you snarl at him, his grip on your ear preventing you from being able to turn away, tentacles still keeping you restrained so that you can’t finish the job your goddamn self. “Get off me, I’ll fucking do it-”

“I have no need for a naughty pet, you know,” he murmurs quietly, and the tone of his voice makes you freeze in your half-hearted struggles to get free. “Perhaps if you can learn to ask for what you want instead of simply expecting me to give it to you we might get somewhere! What do you say, my dear?”

You start to nod by default before remembering his earlier command- speak. If you wanted to cum it would be best to do as he asks. “Yes,” you say, and he tears your panties from your body and positions his fingers. “Please,” you add on a moan when he delves back into your wet heat, repositioning so that he can grind his erection against the soft skin of your thigh again.

“Let’s see if you can do this correctly this time,” he muses. “Be sure to use your words, darling- tell me when you’re about to finish.”

And he’s back to the task at hand, pistoning his fingers in and out of your drenched cunt with unerring precision, stroking that spot inside of you that made your breath come quicker and your body start to tense again. Too soon you can feel the orgasm creeping back up on you, tears budding in your eyes as the pleasure and the pressure becomes too much, too fast. You’re tempted- so tempted- to ignore his demand, to just race towards completion and damn the consequences if you could cum before he realized it was happening and stopped again. Then you think about the way he had called you “good girl” earlier and despite how much you hate him and this situation, you want that again.

You crave the praise, the rush of endorphins and pleasure that it sent racing through your head. It’s the thought of this that has you choking out, “c-close,” when the edge gets a little too near; instead of pulling off entirely, Alastor merely slows, brings down the intensity of his actions enough that you can breathe, the wave of ecstasy fading before it can crash.

“So you are a quick learner,” he says, something like pride in his voice, and he finally releases his grip on your ear; the disappointed whimper that escapes you at this doesn’t go unnoticed as he trails his hand down your body, cupping your breast while his fingers continue to pump slowly, too lazily to bring that buzz back to your limbs. “There might be hope for you yet. Shall we go again?”

And again.

You lose track of how many times he does this- bringing you right to the brink, waiting for you to vocalize how close you are before he stops, repositions, and starts over. You’ve nearly cum on his fingers, tongue, and a tentacle that slithered up between your bodies, your words failing you the longer he denies you- he eases up on your shadowy restraints enough that you can reach up to grab at his clothing or hands once your voice seems to stop working, nothing coming out but a litany of moans and whines with no words attached to them. He reads your sounds like the words of a book, knowing exactly when to stop to leave you the most frustrated. His eyes rarely leave your face unless its to look down at whatever appendage he’s fucking you with, his cock still constrained within his slacks, hot and hard where he ruts against you when he can.

This time, when he lets you come back from the edge, his fingers drop to pull at his belt, the metal clink of the fastening loud in the kitchen as he pulls himself free, prick flushed a deep red and the slick sheen of precum beading at the tip, stroking down the shaft with a hiss. His smile is strained, a faint tremor to his expression and limbs from holding out on his own pleasure for so long. “Is this what you want?” He asks, low and dangerous, rubbing the head of his cock against your folds, the evidence of how many times you’ve almost cum dripping from your core to the drying floor.

You nod, barely able to speak, to do much more than cling to him for dear life and jerk your head up and down in the affirmative.

He cocks his head to one side, an eyebrow arched even as he presses forward with his hips, the tip of him a blazing heat where he rests against you. “You can do better than that,” he says, “or has all our training been for nothing? Beg.”

“Please,” you whisper, your voice a broken, raspy thing in your throat, and he purrs in satisfaction, bucking his hips as he uses a hand to bring a leg up around his hip.

“Please what, dear?” Alastor takes his hand off his cock now, an experimental thrust against you sinking the tip of him inside you, the stretch of it burning in the most delicious way even with how long he had been preparing you. Even he stops to take a moment, a low hiss escaping his lips at how tight you are around him. “Go on- no more edging, this is the last time, and you’ve done so well thus far. Such a well behaved mutt, aren’t you? Tell me what you want.”

And even with the barbed insult in there, the pleasure of his words zips through your body like a bolt of lightning, the floodgates of your voice open and overrun. “Please, please, Alastor,” you whine, and with every word he presses harder into you, spearing you on his length with every cry from your mouth. “God, please, fuck me- please, I- let me cum, I need it, please-”

Alastor finally bottoms out inside you, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against your ass as he grips your hips with an almost possessive ferocity. “Good girl,” he growls, leaning forward to lick and suck at the delicate skin of your throat. It should be frightening, his sharp teeth so close to your jugular, but all you can think about is how fucking perfectly he’s stretching you, the harsh bolts of pleasure that spark through your body and make your head fuzzy as he pulls back only far enough to slam back in, hitting that spot inside that he had been teasing with his fingers and tongue for however long it had been now. “We might make a proper pet of you yet, darling- fuck, you feel too perfect.”

It’s the first time he’s vocalized his own pleasure the entire time, the first bit of praise meant for how your body makes him feel and not just how well you can follow orders. It swims through your brain like the buzz of whiskey, another wave of arousal crashing through you and reflecting in the gush of wetness where you’re connected with Alastor. The feeling of it makes him curse again, eyes glowing black and red as he pulls back and watches you, your mouth open and panting behind the wire cage of the muzzle. You can feel the faint ache of the marks he’s left on your skin, where his teeth had nipped and drawn traces of blood that pool in the soapy water below you. His body snaps sharply each time he thrusts into you, chasing his own orgasm through your body as you cling to him, unintelligible sounds that only seem to spur him on as they fall from your lips.

Another orgasm builds, one that Alastor has promised to actually give to you, and the ‘training’ has been effective enough thus far that your mouth is open before you can consciously think about it. “Close, c-close, please, Alastor- gonna cum, please let me, I’ll be good, fuck-”

“Do it,” he demands, a hand releasing your hip to brush over your swollen clit, sensitive and sore but fuck it still feels good, gives an edge to the need that has you clenching hard around Alastor’s length. “You’ve earned it, so well behaved for me- for me alone, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, yes- please please please, fuck, I-”

The ability to speak leaves you with a well timed and well angled thrust as Alastor fucks into you, fingers rubbing at the sensitive nerves at the apex of your thighs at the same moment; the world beyond the fluttering of your cunt around Alastor’s cock shatters and dissolves into nothingness. You just barely register his own harsh grunts and a couple pulses of white-hot heat inside you before he pulls out, the rest of his cum dripping onto the bare skin of your pussy and combining with the mess you’ve made from your own release.

Slowly the feeling returns to your limbs, everything in your lower body still faintly clenching and twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm, having been kept at the edge for what felt like hours before you were permitted to take the final leap. When you finally open your eyes, Alastor is still knelt between your thighs- he uses a couple of fingers to scoop the mess of his cum from your skin and push it back inside, the feeling of it making you shiver. Once he’s satisfied, he rubs his thumbs in small circles against the skin of your inner thighs, and it takes a moment to realize what he’s doing.

“Are you fucking- that’s not lotion, asshole,” you say weakly, head falling back against the floor, and he merely chuckles and continues to smear the remnants of his release against your flesh.

He stops, tucking his soft cock back into his pants and doing his buttons back up. “I thought ‘marking one’s territory’ was a dog behavior- one would think you would be flattered! Though I suppose you can always wash it off- you do shower, yes?”

You kick weakly at him, not too irritated when he steps away. You fix your skirt, pulling it down over the evidence of your afternoon. “Fuck off, yes I shower,” you mutter, trying to rise to standing and glaring at your shaky legs when they won’t comply. “Trust me, first chance I get I’m going to- hey!”

Alastor pulls you to standing with his hands under your arms, the motion sending you careening into his chest. He stares down at you for a moment, his hand reaching up to cup the back of your neck, fingers carding softly through your hair. Your pulse stutters and increases as he leans in- was he going to kiss you?- and your eyes clench shut, waiting…

There’s a clink of metal, the straps of the muzzle loosening at last and letting the cage fall from your face, landing neatly in the grasp of a nearby shadow. “I did promise to take the muzzle off if you could behave,” he murmurs. “And you’ve shown me you can- well done.” He steps away then, the muzzle vanishing with a snap and the wrinkles in his clothing straightening out. “I should be off! I put off quite a bit of work for our… training,” he says with a smirk, and you feel the blush light up your face. “Do come see me if you think you can handle more- there’s always more treats to be had for a good pet.” He drops a hand to the top of your head, pats a couple times like one might to a real dog, and fades into shadows just as Niffty appears in the doorway of the kitchen.

She wrinkles her nose. “Phew, it smells like wet dog in here! Did you spill my water? You better not let Alastor find out, I don’t think he likes you very much!“

“Don’t worry, Niff- I need to have a word with him soon anyway,” you mutter. “Let me help you clean this up…”

She fetches the mops, leaving you alone in the kitchen to wonder exactly how open Alastor’s offer to come see him for another ‘session’ was. Judging from the laughter you can almost hear echoing from the shadows at your furious blush when Niffty returns and notices a spot on the floor where Alastor's cum had dripped out of you onto the tiles, you'd say the next time couldn't come fast enough.

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doberbutts · 5 months ago

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hello jaz, i'd like your opinion on something. i'm seeing a lot of dog trainers online go on about the benefits of crating in regards to making sure dogs are getting enough sleep and to always crate them when asleep. the numbers i see thrown around are 12-14 but more commonly 16-18. i have certainly seen a lot of improvement when i make sure my adolescent is getting enough sleep, but she is not crate trained (its really rare where im from) a lot of the advice on making sure the dog is settling is to isolate the dog, cover the crate in a different room and avoid coming anywhere near it, basically pretend they dont exist. im finding it really hard to justify locking up a social animal for 16-18 hours a day without any interraction. i specifically got a dog after years of having a cat (he was really sweet and loved companionship but it didnt hit the same spot as having a dog), as i like how engaged they are with you and seek interraction, it just feels unfair. am i antropomorphizing? is it not that big of a deal if they're properly enriched and excercised? what are your thoughts on this as a dog trainer and someone who had a dog with medical issues related to excessive crating?

Oh oh oh oh I had a very long conversation with a few good friends who are dog trainers about this one.

Now before I start, I do have to say that I do support crate training and in fact have crate trained the majority of my dogs, with Fenris being the sole exception and even he is, hmm, half crate trained at this point and we're working on the rest.

First of all 18 hours is an astronomical number, personally I think 12 hours is excessive. Life shoved in a small box for literally half the day is sort of miserable. I now work 10 hour shifts with an hour commute and so my dogs *are* left home for 12 hours at a time- however I have made a lot of changes to the way I contain them to prevent this exact scenario. Sushi is loose, the chihuahuas are crated together in something that is roughly the size of a typical x-pen or they're left loose in my bathroom (where it is easier to clean up Tater's incontinence), and Fenris is also sectioned off in my foyer again a space the size of a typical x-pen. Sometimes I leave Sushi in there with him because he seems comforted by her presence and ability to play with him if he's bored, other times she seems kind of done managing his energy on her own so I give her the run of the house to give her a bit of a break.

And, I will say, based on the camera I have looking in at them, the dogs mostly sleep the whole day. The last two days most of the peeks in during a motion alert have revealed someone getting up for a drink of water and then plopping back down on their bed. Or getting a toy or chew to bring back to their bed. Or getting up to stretch and laying back down. So, while I feel bad that I leave them alone for that long, it's also not like they're doing much in my absence.

However to me it is less about the crate and more about the ability to perform natural behaviors. As said, the dogs get up and have a drink of water, stretch, maybe wrestle if they're sectioned off two-by-two, or grab a toy or chew (or blanket to suck in the case of Fenwen), which are all things they could do in a large enough crate. It is also why, once my dogs are house trained, I keep them in crates far bigger than recommended so they can have a bit more space to move around. This is, of course, easier with the chihuahuas who weigh a combined 8lbs than with the 100lb mountain dog. Or they can be loose if they're nondestructive and won't soil my floors.

However I also think that it becomes really difficult when we talk about how dogs are social creatures. Like it or not, by leaving them alone for 8+ hours every day, we are dooming single dog households to a lifetime of solitary confinement. Whether the dogs are in a crate or not, we are leaving a social creature alone for the majority of our waking hours. So I think it is important, if you don't have multiple dogs or rotating work schedules with all the humans in the house, to make sure and fill the gaps as much as possible. I think if you are home your dog should be out of confinement and also hanging out with you. I think you should deliberately try to interact with your dog while you are home, whether that's just petting as you do something else or taking them for a walk or whatever.

I mentioned that Fenris is not fully crate trained despite being nearly a year and a half. This is because he can open just about anything that doesn't require thumbs, including crate doors. And he has broken himself out of 3 separate crates, and broke 2 teeth in the process the last time he broke out. I have been slowly re-introducing the crate ever since, and now he is calm and quiet in a jumbo sized Great Dane crate (read: two sizes up from what is recommended for him) with a bed, a sucky blanket, a toy, a chew, and his EDM music box for about 4ish hours at a time. This is a big win for us because he used to not even tolerate a few minutes despite me following all of the same rules and advice I have followed for all of my other successfully crate trained dogs.

I noticed fairly early on that he is happiest when contained in a larger area with a friend. So my foyer and Sushi became the sacrifice until I either can convince him to tolerate longer than half days or can trust him left loose in my house. He did figure out how to open the gate a few weeks ago and promptly murdered my 32 year old snake plant (and destroyed a tupperware container left on my counter, and shredded my mail also from my counter, and pulled a book off my bookshelf to shred, and chewed on my camera but it does still work at least), so clearly he is not trustworthy as of just yet. I have added a locking mechanism that requires thumbs, he fiddled with it the first day I installed it and has left it alone since.

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mugiwara-lucy · 1 month ago

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Since these two stories are linked in some way shape and form I figured I’d make a post covering them equally.

It’s no coincidence that right as Drunky Brewster (my name for Pete Hegseth. 10 bucks if you all get the reference!! 🤣) was confined to be DOD, Shitbreak announced he would use military force to acquire Greenland.

Now while this is DEFINITELY bad, it’s not the end of the world yet. It’s bad because if you all don’t remember during the BLM riots of 2020, Shitbreak wanted to use the military on the rioters but Mark Miley told him no. However with Drunky Brewster as his little bitch, I have no doubt he would do something so atrocious. ESPECIALLY considering that he has praised world dictators and most damning of all, wouldn’t even answer if he would defy the constitution for Shitbreak.

The goodness comes in that neither Drunky Brewster nor Shitbreak seem to be aware of the fact that the REAL power of the military doesn’t come from the generals but from the NCOs (rank 5 and higher). Shitbreak can stick a dumb alcoholic waste of space like Drunky Brewster in charge of the DOD but the NCOs are normal people like you and I. They didn’t sign on to harass people like they do in Shitbreak’s favorite countries, I.e., North Korea, Russia, Hungary and China. Yes there are MAGAts in there but there are more reasonable people so expect when you hear Drunky Brewster order them to invade Mexico or Greenland or attack civilians in the name of a Christian Crusade (he has said that) let’s just say he’ll receive a rude awakening since those are unlawful orders.

Not to mention, this makes ALL of Americans look bad. (Well if it already didn’t with a rapist pedophile in office.) A rapist, sexual assaulting alcoholic with three children born to three mothers with White Supramacist tattoos who wants to “get rid of all wokeness and make the military lethal”. Yeah not a good look.

But where the good part comes in is that a LOT of military are disgusted at the thought of this assclown leading them and I see a LOT of them not wanting to invade allied countries since they are allies.

My point in this? Trump and his little MAGA fake Christians are a bunch of bitches that spend too much time in authoritarian countries that they don’t understand Americans much. I’ll end it with this:

What sparked the BLM riots back in 2020? Because not only were people irate at the state of the economy along with losing jobs and even loved ones to a disease that Shitbreak could have EASILY prevented but was willing to let Blue States go without, but they were angry at seeing people being killed by the police with no REAL repercussions.

Now let’s add on the fact that Shitbreak admitted he has no real plans to fix the economy, said he didn’t care about the economy, sided with Elon Musk who called his own supporters the R Slur and is siding with billionaires who aren’t even doing the fact that they plan on screwing over workers with AI workers in the future and as a result of Shitbreak revoking the EEO of 1964, SEVERAL people have either been laid off, their jobs in limbo or just flat out fired with several college graduates saying they graduated back in December and they had jobs lined up but now they’re gone along with them getting ready to gut the ACA (which magas realize is Obamacare), VA benefits, Medicare and Medicaid….

I’ll let you all speculate on the outcome of that.

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imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese · 8 days ago

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After

A future state where Eris soothes sleeping Drifter after the events of Heresy.

Link to the story on Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

Eris wakes, entangled in the Drifter's sleeping body. His warmth and weight should be uncomfortable. She finds it, instead, soothingly inconvenient. An obstacle, but one she appreciates and would miss dearly if it were no longer present.

She moves slow, sliding her hands between their bodies, prying his arm from around her waist where it has wound up under her shirt, pausing as he shifts in his sleep to pull her even closer to him, unconsciously pressing himself against her with a faint urgency, as though her thinly clothed, scarred torso and limbs were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

Eris lets him... lets him cling, lets his disruption of her plan to leave the pile of cushions on the floor happen, draping her arms around him to reassure his unconscious mind that she is still there.

His lips part to intake breath and then a sigh of relief escapes them. She feels him relax against her. Eris waits several long moments, allowing the comfort of her physical presence to soothe his dreaming mind, before she begins again.

In the past she would simply have wriggled free of the confines of his embrace, unconcerned regarding the possibility of waking him in the process. But now... now she works gently, methodically, to free herself in a way that will not wake him and will not distress him in his sleep.

When Eris has mostly extricated herself, his breath catches, his relaxed frown deepens, and he begins to tense again. She leans over him and kisses his forehead, not once, but several times, moving along the creases in his skin with soft yet firm presses of her lips, lingering long enough with each one to feel the tiny muscles in his face through her mouth as he relaxes and unconsciously responds to her reassurance. She slides the palm of one hand along his shoulder where his undershirt makes a failed attempt to hide jagged scars. Her hand makes slow circles, sliding with familiarity and comfort along long-healed remnants of burns and lacerations in his skin.

Again, he is soothed, his breathing returning to a slow secure rhythm. Without making a sound, Eris stands and begins to wend her way through her apartment, her sock covered feet seeking soft slippers first and then taking her toward her kitchen for tea.

Eris does not favour harsh artificial overhead lighting. The uncovered window in her main room glows slightly but not with enough light to illuminate the interior. With all of her candles extinguished, her path is lit by the Soulfire from her Ahamkara bone on her desk, spikes of glowing crystal from the Moon sprouting from a chest against the back wall, the phosphorescence from the Taken slab in the corner and the light from her own, unbound, three eyes.

Eris is accustomed to darkness and it is her space, therefore, despite the chaos of wrinkled carpets, knocked over jars, and the heap that is of two sets of armour, one augmented with charms and Hive chitin, the other with rope and fur, she is sure-footed and finds her way with ease.

The door to the short hallway between her main living area and her kitchen opens with only a soft click. The eerie glow from the large Taken slab in the corner is occluded by the wooden door. The slab whispers, hisses, and murmurs softly to itself in the corner. The feeling of occult power emanating from it is muted by the boring simplicity of the plain wooden door.

This door used to creak until the Drifter, unasked, oiled the hinges, knowing, without her ever mentioning it, that she disliked the noise. Eris' lip quirks up in a small smile at the soundlessness of it, pleased that his desire to give her small improvements to her living space has once more benefited them both.

The hall beyond the door has windows similar to the ones in the main area. The openings are large and tall. The wide low window sills, cluttered with books and various magical artifacts, have been invaded by the Drifter's plants. He has fit them in anywhere he could find or make the slightest bit of extra space.

Eris smells them as she approaches. She brushes her fingertips against the leaves as she walks past, reminding herself of the names he has taught her. Basil. Mint. Curry. Rosemary. Scallions. Each one is a tiny ecosystem with a small water reservoir below the container for the dirt and roots, enabling them to live despite infrequent watering, sustaining themselves with the light from the sun outside.

The first one, the spiky pine-needle-like shrub, rosemary, appeared shortly after she gave him a key. The others have gradually appeared since. It is not something they have ever discussed. Yet it is quiet evidence of his presence in her life, like the occasional Gambit coin Eris finds among her things, left on purpose for her to find, tactical and physical, sensory inputs he knows she values and enjoys.

Eris Morn's kitchen has perhaps been the room most drastically changed by her involvement with the Drifter. He has asserted himself in this area more than any other, cleaning and organizing, even moving her things any time they clutter the counters. Yet, even here, where his presence is strongest, there is still respect for it being her space.

Several additions have been made, most of them organizational. Any time she leaves something on the counter it is relocated with reverence. A new small narrow set of shelves appeared against a wall one day, and her partially disassembled hand cannon was transferred there with great care to replicate the exact positioning of all the different components in the new location. A hand towel, normally used and left in a rumpled heap wherever it was last needed, now has a dedicated circular hanger where it can be threaded and available for convenient use.

The contents of her cupboards have become gradually more organized, but this has been done slowly over time so that she has found herself becoming accustomed to it. Ritual knives scattered throughout the room have been gathered and now sit together in a hand-made wooden box. A metal spice rack, its welded seams puffy like scars, has been screwed into the wall. This has enabled him to bring small jars of various substances into her space without needing to take up room elsewhere to hold them. On a side table, jars of flour, lentils and rice now sit next to similar sized jars filled with Hive eyeballs and fossilized Egregore.

The kettle remains where the kettle always is and he knows better than to alter its positioning or her many boxes of tea. But there are more boxes of tea now than there were before she allowed him free access to her flat. And her kettle is no longer dull and of questionable cleanliness. It glints in the light of her eyes. Her previous single teacup now has several companions hanging from hooks screwed into the bottoms of her cupboards. None of the patterns match, but all are pleasing to her. And a set of small plates, equally mismatched, are stacked neatly nearby. Eris takes one now along with her favourite teacup, setting them both on the overly clear counter before filling the kettle and setting it to boil.

One of the benefits to the Drifter's obsession with having counter space unobstructed by other items is how obvious it is when he has left food for her. In this particular instance, his offering is a jar of what is undoubtedly some form of jelly or jam and a plate of scones. Eris takes a scone and places it on her plate before moving to inspect the jar.

His neat blocky printing identifies it as "blueberry." The lid opens with a pop and Eris closes all three of her eyes as she inhales the scent of it before she smiles. She opens a drawer nearby to extract a spoon.

Eris leaves the door open as she returns and places her steaming tea cup next to the plate with her split and jam-covered scone on her work table. The uncovered window is brighter. Faint external illumination has begun to fill the room but the sun outside has not yet risen.

Eris strides silently to the other side of the room to look in at the Drifter, still asleep on the cushions. He has twisted around and is now facing the wall. Something about his positioning concerns her. She walks over and crouches next to him, leaning across him to see his face.

He is clutching a pillow tightly, crying.

Eris kneels and brushes her fingertips across his cheek, taking his tears. Still asleep, he sobs.

She bites her lip and moves two of the cushions wedged against his back to make room before carefully fitting herself behind him, tucking one arm against herself while slipping the other along his waist, fitting her flannel-covered knees into the backs of his own.

Careful not to wake him, for he so dearly needs the rest, Eris presses her body against his, tugging ever so gently to pull him closer and kissing the back of his neck.

She keeps her breathing deep and even as she brings her fingers under his where his shaking hand clutches the pillow. Pushing gently she works her fingertips between his hand and the pillow until their fingers are intertwined. The trembling in his hand stills. He grips her hand with his firmly, his thumb rubbing against her own. She squeezes firmly back. His breathing shifts and begins to match hers.

Her mouth half-open, Eris lets her lips rest against his skin, breathing slowly and deeply, letting each breath she exhales warm his skin, cognizant of her paracausal tears trickling along first her cheeks and then his neck and back.

They lie like this for some time, the Drifter curled up and facing the wall, Eris wrapped around him, breathing together. She holds him until the sobs dissipate to ragged breaths, and further to measured, regular inhales and exhales. She continues to hold him after that. Staying. Meditative. Present.

He is heavy and limp in her arms, no longer coiled tight, when she moves to get up again. Eris lets her hands linger against him as she detangles herself from him once more, caressing his arm, then his hip, then along his leg through his pants as she stands.

When she returns to her work table, the room is bright with splashes of colour from sunlight spilling in through stained glass. Eris picks up her teacup and returns to the kitchen with it.

She pours out the cold tea and restarts the kettle.

Song on continuous repeat while writing this: https://open.spotify.com/track/3Cs4g3w33H9YEptmg34DQc?si=97f105e5d5884a53

Or youtube if you prefer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgMU-BytQag

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deanwritings · 2 years ago

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FwB: Chapter 6 - The Dinner Date

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: FwB - Friends with Benefits.

After walking in on Y/N following a fun encounter, Dean and Y/N decide it would be beneficial and much easier to use each other for their needs. But can they keep it just about sex?

FwB - Master List

Word Count: 2,732

Warning: 18+ themes and language.

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A/N: Okay, there's only so much smut I can write. You all know I live for the angst, so time to kick up the storyline. Angst is on the way.

This chapter is shorter than the others, but the next chapter will be a long one and I didn't want to combine them for a 10k chapter.

A chill runs through you as the bunker seems to retain the frigid temperature from beyond the walls around you. The seasons had officially changed, with the warmth of late summer having faded into what was looking to be an early winter.

But though the temperatures had cooled over the last three months, you and Dean were heating up. It took you a bit to figure out your rhythm, but you finally managed to find your groove.

The moment Sam left the bunker, you and Dean would find a new space to desecrate; one morning in the kitchen, an evening in the Dean cave, and even one time in the telescope room. Turned out all that stretching had really paid off considering how confining the space was. For periods when the three of you were trapped underground, and Sam had no need to leave your hidden home, you had mastered the art of quietness. It had taken you a few tries, and a few shameless looks from Sam to Dean, but you eventually learned to control your breathing, even at times holding your breath completely, which was an exhilarating discovery. So now you and Dean had no problem making nighttime visits when the occasion called for it.

It all became so natural between the two of you. The tension of being caught had faded, and now you were unabashedly enjoying yourself whatever opportunity arose. Pun intended.

Your worry of the honeymoon ending had yet to make an appearance. The chemistry between you and Dean seemed to have grown over the past few months, and you two took whatever chance you could get to act on it.

Which in and of itself was starting to become a danger.

You tried to push the thought away whenever it popped up, but, dare you say it, it almost felt like you and Dean had a relationship. A secret relationship, but still.

You spent most of your nights in his room, or he in yours. At first, the other would leave when it was all was said and done, but the last few weeks, your visits turned into overnight stays. You never cuddled, that would be crossing a line, but you both would rest on your pillows debating movies and laughing over old hunting stories, both of you naked beneath the covers, until you drifted to sleep.

And to your knowledge, Dean hadn’t hooked up with anyone since your arrangement began. When you were on hunts, or out at bars, he would still throw out some pick up lines to a cute woman who caught his eye, but he wouldn’t offer them more than a few words and a smile.

Sam called him out on it one night after a hunt, when one woman bought Dean a drink and tried to convince him to take her home, but he politely turned her down.

“Since when are you turning down one night stands, Dean?” Sam stared down at his brother in disbelief, but Dean just shrugged him off and took a sip of his whiskey.

“Just feeling a little old for hookups, Sammy.” You and Sam both narrowed your eyes at him, but for very different reasons.

“Are you sick? Did you get cursed or something?” His brother continued to push.

“You’re hilarious, Sam. Truly.”

And that was the end of it.

You never asked him about it, even though you were dying to know about the sudden change. There was no exclusivity cause. He was free to see and do whomever he wanted. And yet, he wasn’t.

You liked to think that maybe the sex for him was just as good as it was for you, so he didn’t feel the need to look elsewhere.

The thought had you soaring with confidence. You knew Dean had a lot of experience, and if you were good enough to solely keep his attention, you had to be doing something right. Not that you were trying. You had finally taken Dean’s advice. You had stopped overthinking and were just enjoying. And apparently Dean was as well.

But with your new found comfortability with each other, lines began to blur.

There were times, when you lay awake, alone in your room, you pictured Dean beside you, not naked, but in his sleep tee and pajama pants, you curled into his side as he stroked your back. You imagined sitting next to him in the library, your hand in his as you would try to research, and him keeping you from it.

Your just-a-crush had begun to bloom into something more. Something that was almost real. But you couldn’t let it grow. You didn’t want to let yourself feel hope for something that would never happen. If you did, you would ruin this whole thing. The moment you gave yourself the real opportunity to think any of this could be something more, you would have to bow out. You still had your heart to protect, and no amount of amazing sex would be able to fix it if something broke. It would make for a nice bandaid, but after that point, you would need stitches.

And you hated to think about it, but if that did happen, if you let your feelings spiral out of control unchecked, you might have to say goodbye to the Winchesters and leave the first stable home you’d had since you began hunting. Because you weren’t sure you would be able to handle seeing Dean every single day, knowing what you had, dreaming about what could never be, and continue on like everything was just fine and dandy.

So you had to reel yourself back in and push it all down, otherwise you were going to ruin it all.

You’re sitting at the library table, flipping through a lore book with Sam by your side when Dean walks in and places his hands on the table, bending at the hip to lower his gaze to you both.

“Executive decision, we’re going out for dinner.” Dean commands, and you and Sam share a glance.

“No,” Dean wags his finger at the two of you. “None of that Wonder Twin telepathy shit. We haven’t left the bunker in almost a week. We need fresh air.” Dean stares the two of you down. There weren’t many times Dean felt so passionately to demand his way, so his cabin fever had to really be itching at him.

It had been about two weeks since your last hunt, and the early winter weather had kept the three of you underground as the cold wind had whipped at the exposed bunker walls and an icy rain slicked the roads. Other than supply runs, the three of you had been stuck inside, researching, watching movies, and you and Dean keeping each other warm in some creative ways.

“I go for a run outside every morning, Dean. I have no problem getting fresh air.” Sam jabs at his antsy brother.

Dean makes a point to roll his eyes a little extra at Sam’s response as he pushes off the table a bit.

“Well that’s great for you,” Dean’s face scrunches, his lips puckering as crinkles form around his eyes. “But I’m getting stir crazy.” Dean stands straight up and claps his hands, rubbing them together. “Let’s go get dinner.”

You had gone out for your own runs as well, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t itching to get into the real world. Time moved very slowly in a windowless fort from the fifties when you weren’t having sex with Dean.

You shrug.

“Works for me.” You stand from your chair and start to head to your room to quickly change and grab shoes, but you stop when you notice Sam hasn’t moved from the table.

“Shake a leg, Sammy, let’s go.” Dean claps again at his stationary brother.

“No thanks,” Sam turns back to his book without explanation. “You two enjoy yourselves.”

You and Dean both stare at Sam, who ignores your gazes before you glance at each other. A smile grows on Dean's face before he takes a few steps towards you, stopping as his chest almost touches yours as he smirks down at you.

“Guess it’s just you and me, sweetheart.” His green eyes twinkle and your heart skips a beat.

Fuck.

You sit in the passenger seat besides Dean as he speeds down the back roads towards town.

When you left to get changed, you came up with a game plan. You could not let yourself get sucked into the idea of a dinner alone with Dean. So you were going to do something you were very good at: Annoy the shit out of Dean Winchester.

You figured if you can aggravate Dean enough during the evening, you would be able to keep the line of fuck buddies and lovers a little more clear. Though the word “lovers” definitely had you grimacing. Who the hell calls each other lovers.

Anyways, as Dean’s face illuminates every so often by the street lights, you figure it’s time to enact your plan.

“Soooooo,” you pop your lips, your hands tapping against your lap. Dean’s head cocks slightly towards you, but his eyes remain on the road.

“What?” His voice is gruff, unused during the ride until now.

“Ya know,” you turn to him, your lips ticked upwards. “If you wanted to take me out on a date, you could have just asked me.”

Normally, you would be nervous to be so forward, so assuming. But this was Dean Winchester. Dean doesn’t do dates. Doesn’t do relationships. So you know his answer before it even leaves his lips.

“This is not a date.” He grunts, the small slice of attention he had given you gone as he straightens out in his seat.

You lick your lips. You had cast out your line, and Dean took the bait. Hook, line, and sinker.

Not that you wanted to ruin your night. Had this been any other scenario, your heart would have been aflutter at the prospect of having a one-on-one dinner with Dean. You would have wanted to savor every minute and get drunk on the hope that maybe you could turn this surly hunter around and make him a one-woman man.

But not tonight. Because if you let yourself enjoy tonight, especially if you enjoy your night and go home and fuck Dean, this was all going to crumble to the ground.

The line would officially be blurred, and you weren’t sure how long your heart would last at that point. It would be the beginning of the end. And you weren’t ready to let go of what you had just yet.

“I don’t know,” You shrug in your seat. “This feels like a date to me.” You grin, shifting your body so he can see your reaction. His eyes catch yours for a moment at your movement.

“Just because you and I are having dinner together –”

“Alone” You cut in.

“Alone,” Dean sighs, his hands tightening against the wheel, and you narrow your eyes at the motion.

“Does not make this a date.” He resolves. You just roll your eyes and cross your arms, though your smirk remains.

“It makes it a date.” You counter, and you watch Dean’s jaw shift in the light of a passing car as you enter town.

Dean slows down the Impala as he approaches a red light. One hand falls away from the steering wheel and Dean fully shifts to face you.

“Would you like this to be a date, Y/N?” Dean’s eyebrows raise though his face remains neutral.

Shit. The asshole was trying to turn this around on you. Your mouth pops open as you scramble for a response. You feel heat slowly creep up your neck into your cheeks, and you're happy for the darkness of nighttime to keep your blush hidden.

A green light suddenly illuminates the car, and both of you face out the windshield. You swallow, grateful for the distraction, ignoring Dean’s glance towards you as you roll through the intersection.

“I’m just saying,” your sense comes back to you as your heart rate steadies. “How many women can actually say they got Dean Winchester out on a dinner date? I think that puts me in a league of my own.” You all but sing with confidence you definitely don’t have. Not with him anyways.

Dean snorts out a laugh through this nose and you let out a quiet sigh as you regain the upper hand.

The remainder of the ride is silent until Dean pulls into the parking lot of the White Horse Pub, Dean’s favorite local spot. They had a full page of burgers on their menu, and Dean has had every burger at least once so far. And you had to admit, the food was amazing. You were looking forward to your usual Drunken Shrimp Risotto.

The two of you step out of Baby, and as you approach the front door, Dean’s long arm reaches the handle first, pulling the door open for you as you smile your thanks at him.

You flinch as a hand lands on the small of your back as you step inside the dimmed pub, though it quickly falls away as you approach the hostess.

“Dinner for two?” She asks sweetly as she smiles between you and Dean, and you both nod. She looks down at the screen in front of her before returning your gaze.

“Looks like we have a table ready. Follow me.” She grabs two menus and she leads you to the dining room, guiding you to a small table against the window, and she motions for you both to sit.

You take the furthest seat and Dean settles in across from you as the hostess hands you the menus before wishing you a good meal and disappearing.

You busy yourself with the menu, even though you knew what you were going to order before you even stepped foot into the building.

You’re just trying to ignore the man across from you. Usually when you were out with Dean, Sam was there with you, the three of you at a table for four, with plenty of space between you. But tonight, you were at an intimate table, meant for couples. A thought you were actively trying to avoid.

After a few minutes of silence later, your waiter, Daryl, comes by to get your drinks orders; Dean getting a stout, his unspoken favorite when he can happen to find them, and you, an old fashion. It’s not a shocking order, but you can see Dean’s surprise paint his face since you usually reserve those for nights when you really need to unwind. AKA, get plastered.

“Nervous, sweetheart?” He shoots up his eyebrows with a smirk. He was trying to turn it on you now. But you were prepared.

“And what exactly would I be nervous about?” You retort, mirroring his confidence. He narrows his eyes, though his smile remains. You’re challenging him, and he’s enjoying it.

But instead of an answer, he responds with a lopsided smile before his gaze breaks away from you, glancing down towards the table.

Once Daryl arrives with your drinks, Dean raises his beer towards you, and you mimic his action with your low ball.

“To new experiences.” Dean’s eyes crinkle, and though his lips are turned upwards, they don’t reach up all the way. To an outsider, it may look like the gorgeous man across from you was melancholy, but you weren't an outsider, and you knew what that look was. You didn’t see it very often, and every time it appeared, you couldn’t help but smile in return. Because Dean Winchester was content.

The man who had been to heaven, hell, and everything else in between. The man who carried the weight of the world literally on his shoulders. The man who had his childhood stolen by someone else’s drive for vengeance. The man who thought happiness wasn’t something he deserved. Sat across from you, in the soft glow of the ambient table candle, without a worry.

And as you clink your glasses together and take your celebratory sip, you can’t find it in you to keep up your plan to try and belittle your night out together. So instead, you decide to just enjoy the night, and worry about the repercussions later.

Chapter 7

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vignellicenter · 1 year ago

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Happy 2024!

We're celebrating the new year with some deep cuts from the Vignelli archives: 1970s calendars

1977 Ciba Geigy

This is a rare one! A calendar for Swiss pharmaceutical company Ciba-Geigy.

The cover reads [in six languages]:

With our best wishes for the New Year

Avec nos meilleurs voeux pour l’An nouveau

Herzlichen Glückwusch zum neuen Jahr

Con nuestros mejores votos para el Año Nuevo

Con I migliori auguri per un felice Anno Nuovo

Com os nossos melhores votos para o Ano novo

Features beautiful scenic photos of Switzerland which are accompanied by an essay about environmental conservation by Dr. Bruno Moeckli, also in six languages.

Excerpt from “Swiss Landscapes” essay in calendar [sorry, only posting in English due to space]:

“Wild scenery in Switzerland is now confined to nature conservation areas and some alpine peaks, In the process, too little thought was given to the preservation of the physical essentials of life, namely water, air and soil. Now, what formerly gave concern only to artists and idealists becomes of vital importance to us all.

With the growing realization of the extent to which the despoilation of air, water, and other natural resources has progressed, it has also been realized that the various aspects of nature conservation and environmental protection share the same ultimate objective: to permit the harmonious co-existence of all forms of life, whether human, animal or plant, all of which require an environment in which they can continue to flourish in the future. Despite his mastery of science and technology, man is no exception to this rule. Furthermore, man as a creature of aesthetic sensibilities is capable of appreciating and benefiting from natural beauty, both physically and spiritually.”

Click through all the images to also see Vignelli-designed pharmaceutical packaging for Ciba-Geigy from 1976.

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dhallplant · 5 days ago

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Racking Pillar Crash Guard: Protecting Your Investment with Safety First!

In industrial warehouses, logistics centers, and storage facilities, racking systems are one of the most valuable investments. However, these structures face constant risks from forklifts, pallet jacks, and heavy equipment, which can cause serious damage to the pillars and compromise warehouse safety.

A Racking Pillar Crash Guard serves as a protective barrier, shielding your racking pillars from accidental collisions. By absorbing impact and preventing structural damage, these crash guards help maintain warehouse efficiency, reduce maintenance costs, and ensure worker safety.

In this article, we’ll explore the importance, benefits, types, and key considerations of using Racking Pillar Crash Guards to protect your warehouse investment.

1. Why Do You Need a Racking Pillar Crash Guard?

Warehouses and industrial spaces are high-traffic zones where forklifts, pallet movers, and heavy machinery operate frequently. Even a minor impact on a racking pillar can lead to:

✔ Structural damage to the racking system, risking collapse. ✔ Expensive repairs and downtime in warehouse operations. ✔ Safety hazards for workers due to unstable storage racks. ✔ Product loss from falling or damaged inventory.

A Racking Pillar Crash Guard acts as a protective shield, absorbing impact and reducing damage to racks and stored goods. This simple yet highly effective safety measure ensures long-term cost savings and an accident-free workplace.

2. Benefits of Racking Pillar Crash Guards

✔ Prevents Costly Damage

Investing in crash guards is significantly cheaper than repairing or replacing damaged racking systems.

✔ Enhances Workplace Safety

By protecting racking structures, crash guards reduce the risk of accidents caused by collapsing shelves or unstable racks.

✔ Minimizes Operational Downtime

A damaged racking system can disrupt warehouse operations, but with crash guards in place, you prevent unnecessary delays.

✔ Highly Durable & Long-Lasting

Made from heavy-duty steel or reinforced plastic, crash guards can withstand high-impact collisions, providing years of protection.

�� Easy to Install & Replace

Most crash guards are modular and easy to mount onto racking pillars, making them a cost-effective safety solution.

3. Types of Racking Pillar Crash Guards

a) Bolt-Down Steel Crash Guards

✔ Heavy-duty protection for high-impact areas. ✔ Anchored to the floor for maximum stability. ✔ Suitable for high-traffic warehouses with forklifts.

b) Wrap-Around Racking Guards

✔ 360-degree protection around the pillar. ✔ Helps prevent side and front impacts. ✔ Best for narrow aisles and confined spaces.

c) Flexible Polymer Crash Guards

✔ Absorbs impact and returns to its original shape. ✔ Resistant to corrosion and chemical exposure. ✔ Ideal for food and pharmaceutical storage areas.

d) Clip-On & Modular Guards

✔ Easy to install without drilling. ✔ Can be relocated or replaced when needed. ✔ Best for temporary protection or seasonal use.

4. Key Factors to Consider When Choosing a Crash Guard

✔ Impact Resistance

Choose a crash guard that can withstand heavy impacts from forklifts and pallet movers.

✔ Material & Durability

✔ Steel guards – Ideal for high-traffic areas. ✔ Polymer guards – Best for light-to-medium-duty protection.

✔ Size & Coverage

Ensure the crash guard covers the entire width of the pillar for maximum protection.

✔ Ease of Installation

Opt for bolt-down or clip-on models depending on your warehouse layout and needs.

✔ Compliance with Safety Regulations

Check if the crash guards meet warehouse safety standards and regulations.

5. Why Racking Pillar Crash Guards Are a Must-Have for Your Warehouse

✔ Protects expensive racking systems from accidental damage. ✔ Reduces safety risks and prevents workplace injuries. ✔ Prevents costly operational downtime caused by damaged racks. ✔ Extends the lifespan of storage racks, reducing long-term maintenance costs. ✔ Easy to install, replace, and customize according to warehouse needs.

Conclusion

A Racking Pillar Crash Guard is a small investment that brings huge benefits in terms of safety, durability, and cost savings. By installing impact-resistant guards, businesses can prevent expensive racking repairs, protect valuable inventory, and maintain a safe work environment.

💡 Don’t wait for an accident to happen—secure your warehouse today with high-quality Racking Pillar Crash Guards!

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azeemed · 24 days ago

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Beales Elevator: A Versatile Surgical Instrument

The Beales elevator is a specialized surgical instrument used primarily in orthopedic and reconstructive procedures. Designed to facilitate precise tissue manipulation and bone elevation, Beales elevator plays a crucial role in surgeries that require careful dissection and separation of delicate structures. Its ergonomic design and functionality make it a preferred choice among surgeons who need precision and control in their procedures.

Design and Structure of the Beales Elevator

The Beales elevator is crafted with a long, slender handle that provides a comfortable grip and allows for controlled movements during surgery. At the working end, it features a gently curved or flat blade, which is designed for lifting and separating tissues or bones without causing unnecessary trauma. The instrument’s balanced weight and smooth edges contribute to its effectiveness in delicate procedures, minimizing damage to surrounding structures.

Available in various sizes, the Beales elevator can be tailored to suit different surgical applications. Some variations come with a broader blade for lifting larger sections of tissue, while others have a narrower tip for more precise dissection in confined spaces. The stainless-steel construction ensures durability, resistance to corrosion, and easy sterilization, making it a reliable instrument for repeated surgical use.

Common Surgical Applications

The Beales elevator is widely used in orthopedic and reconstructive surgeries, where precise elevation of tissues and bone is required. One of its primary functions is to separate periosteum—the connective tissue covering bones—without causing excessive damage. This is particularly important in procedures such as fracture repairs, bone grafting, and joint reconstructions, where preserving the periosteum enhances healing and stability.

In plastic and reconstructive surgeries, the Beales elevator is instrumental in lifting soft tissues while maintaining their integrity. Surgeons use it to create surgical planes, allowing for precise repositioning of tissues in procedures like facial reconstructive surgery and flap creation. The gentle elevation technique helps reduce tissue trauma, which can lead to improved healing and better cosmetic outcomes.

Another common use of the Beales elevator is in neurosurgery, where it assists in lifting and manipulating delicate structures around the skull and spine. In craniotomies, for example, it is used to carefully elevate the dura mater—the protective membrane covering the brain—without causing tears or damage. This level of precision is crucial in preventing complications and ensuring a successful surgical outcome.

Benefits of Using the Beales Elevator

One of the key advantages of the Beales elevator is its ability to provide controlled and atraumatic tissue manipulation. The smooth, curved blade allows for gentle elevation, reducing the risk of unnecessary damage to soft tissues and bones. This is particularly beneficial in surgeries where preserving structural integrity is essential for post-operative healing.

The instrument’s ergonomic handle enhances the surgeon's grip, ensuring precision and reducing hand fatigue during long procedures. This is especially valuable in complex surgeries that require meticulous movements and sustained focus. Additionally, the stainless-steel construction ensures durability, making the Beales elevator a long-lasting tool in any surgical setting.

Versatility is another notable benefit of the Beales elevator. It is used in multiple surgical disciplines, from orthopedics and plastic surgery to neurosurgery and general procedures. Its ability to assist in both soft tissue and bone manipulation makes it an invaluable instrument for surgeons working across different specialties.

Conclusion

The Beales elevator is an essential surgical tool that provides precision, control, and versatility in a wide range of procedures. Whether used in orthopedic, plastic, or neurosurgical applications, it allows for careful tissue and bone elevation, minimizing trauma and enhancing surgical outcomes. Its ergonomic design, durable construction, and atraumatic handling make it a staple in surgical instrument sets, ensuring that surgeons can perform their procedures with confidence and accuracy.

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tensnet · 25 days ago

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Best Breast Pump – Find the Top Wearable & Portable Breast Pumps at Tensnet

Best Breast Pump: Choosing the Right One for Your Needs

For new mothers, a breast pump is an essential tool that provides convenience, flexibility, and comfort during breastfeeding. Whether you need a pump for occasional use or daily pumping sessions, finding the best breast pump ensures efficiency and ease. With a variety of options available, choosing the right one depends on lifestyle, budget, and personal preferences.

Key Features of the Best Breast Pump:

Suction Power & Comfort: Adjustable suction levels mimic a baby's natural feeding pattern for efficient milk extraction.

Ease of Use: Intuitive controls and simple assembly make pumping stress-free.

Noise Level: A quiet motor allows discreet use, especially in shared spaces.

Battery Life & Portability: A long-lasting battery ensures on-the-go convenience.

When selecting the best breast pump, consider your lifestyle needs and how frequently you plan to pump. Tensnet, a trusted online seller, offers high-quality breast pumps to suit every mother’s preference.

Wearable Breast Pump: Hands-Free Convenience

A wearable breast pump revolutionizes the pumping experience by offering hands-free operation. Unlike traditional pumps that require tubes and external bottles, these innovative devices fit discreetly inside a bra, allowing mothers to multitask while expressing milk.

Benefits of a Wearable Breast Pump:

Portability & Discretion: Designed for on-the-go moms, it allows pumping anywhere, anytime.

Silent Operation: Low-noise motors ensure privacy, even in public settings.

Rechargeable Battery: Wireless operation eliminates the need for power outlets.

Comfortable Fit: Soft silicone shields provide a secure and comfortable experience.

Wearable breast pumps are ideal for busy mothers who need a flexible solution for expressing milk. Tensnet offers a wide selection of wearable breast pumps that prioritize convenience, efficiency, and comfort.

Portable Breast Pump: Pumping On-the-Go

For mothers who travel frequently or need a pump for work, a portable breast pump is a must-have. These compact and lightweight pumps provide the freedom to pump efficiently without being confined to a specific location.

Features of a Portable Breast Pump:

Lightweight & Compact Design: Easy to carry in a diaper bag or purse.

USB Charging Capability: Compatible with power banks for charging on the go.

Double or Single Pumping Option: Offers flexibility based on preference and milk supply needs.

Ease of Cleaning: Minimal parts for quick and easy cleaning.

A portable breast pump is perfect for moms who need efficiency without compromising their mobility. Tensnet provides top-rated options to ensure a seamless pumping experience anywhere.

Choosing the Best Breast Pump for You

Deciding between a wearable breast pump and a portable breast pump depends on your lifestyle and breastfeeding routine. If you require complete mobility, a wearable option may be best. For those who travel frequently or need a lightweight solution, a portable pump is ideal.

Considerations When Buying a Breast Pump:

Frequency of Use: Daily users may benefit from a hospital-grade or high-performance pump.

Comfort & Fit: Soft breast shields and adjustable suction levels enhance comfort.

Power Source: Rechargeable batteries offer convenience, while plug-in options provide consistent power.

Budget & Insurance Coverage: Some pumps may be covered by insurance or qualify for reimbursement.

At Tensnet, you can explore a variety of best breast pumps, including wearable breast pumps and portable breast pumps, ensuring comfort, efficiency, and reliability.

Conclusion

Finding the best breast pump is essential for a seamless breastfeeding journey. Whether you need a wearable breast pump for hands-free convenience or a portable breast pump for easy travel, Tensnet offers a range of high-quality options to meet every mother's needs. Browse their selection today and enjoy a stress-free pumping experience.

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felciya9 · 26 days ago

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Rig Safety Course and Its Benefit

A Rig Safety Course is designed to provide comprehensive training on safety practices specific to oil and gas rigs, both offshore and onshore. Given the high-risk environment of drilling operations, this course focuses on hazard identification, risk management, emergency response, and the safe operation of equipment.

Key Topics Covered in Rig Safety Courses

Introduction to Rig Operations

Basics of drilling rigs, types of rigs (offshore, onshore), and rig components.

Hazard Identification and Risk Assessment (HIRA)

Recognizing potential hazards related to drilling, equipment, and environmental factors.

Personal Protective Equipment (PPE)

Proper use of safety gear like helmets, gloves, flame-resistant clothing, and breathing apparatus.

Well Control and Blowout Prevention (BOP)

Techniques to prevent uncontrolled release of oil or gas from wells.

Fire Safety and Explosion Prevention

Handling flammable materials, fire suppression systems, and emergency evacuation procedures.

Working at Heights and Confined Space Safety

Safe practices for elevated work areas and enclosed environments.

Crane and Lifting Safety

Safe operation of cranes, hoists, and lifting equipment used on rigs.

Emergency Response and Rescue Operations

Procedures for medical emergencies, man overboard situations, and helicopter safety.

Environmental Protection and Spill Response

Managing hazardous materials, spill containment, and minimizing environmental impact.

Health and Safety Regulations

Compliance with international safety standards (e.g., OSHA, IADC, NEBOSH, API).

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roaming-kerala · 28 days ago

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Exploring Kochi with Self-Drive Cars: A Convenient Way to Discover the Heart of Kerala

Kochi, also known as Cochin, is a captivating blend of old-world charm and modern-day vibrance. This coastal city in Kerala is a favorite among tourists for its picturesque landscapes, historic sites, diverse culture, and rich heritage. While there’s so much to explore in Kochi, the best way to get around the city and its surroundings is by renting a kochi self drive cars. Renting a car gives you the freedom to explore at your own pace and enjoy the flexibility of stopping at those hidden gems along the way.

Here’s why renting a self-drive car in Kochi is an excellent option for your trip.

Why Rent a Self-Drive Car in Kochi?

Complete Freedom & Flexibility When you opt for a self-drive car, you have the freedom to explore Kochi as you like. You can create your own itinerary, visit hidden attractions off the beaten path, and make impromptu stops to capture the beauty of the place. Whether you wish to enjoy a sunset at Marine Drive or head to nearby hill stations, a self-drive car gives you control over your travel plans.

Comfort and Privacy A self-drive car allows you to travel in comfort and privacy, away from the crowds of public transport or the need to share a ride with strangers. Whether you're traveling solo, with family, or friends, a self-drive car ensures that you have the space and comfort you deserve during your trip.

Cost-Effective for Groups If you’re traveling with family or a group of friends, renting a self-drive car can be more economical than paying for individual taxis or booking multiple ride-share services. It’s also an easy way to keep the group together and share the experience of exploring Kochi.

Ideal for Day Trips and Excursions Kochi is perfectly situated for day trips to nearby locations like the scenic backwaters of Alappuzha, the hill station of Munnar, or the beaches of Varkala. A rented car gives you the flexibility to head out on these adventures without worrying about train schedules or waiting for taxis.

Benefits of Renting a Self-Drive Car in Kochi

Easy Accessibility Kochi is well-connected by road, and there are numerous car rental services that allow you to rent a car directly from the airport, railway station, or hotel. You can easily pick up your vehicle and start exploring the city without wasting time on transportation arrangements.

Customizable Itinerary With a self-drive car, you’re not confined to a tour guide’s schedule or fixed routes. You can pick your destinations, explore scenic spots at your leisure, and adjust your plans as you go. Whether it’s exploring the backstreets of Fort Kochi or driving along the coastline, the day is yours to design.

Explore More in Less Time Kochi has a rich cultural and historical heritage, and renting a car helps you cover multiple sites in a short amount of time. From the Dutch Palace to the vibrant markets of Mattancherry, having a self-drive car ensures you won’t miss out on anything important.

Luxury & Comfort Most car rental companies in Kochi offer a wide variety of vehicles, including luxury cars, SUVs, and compact cars. If you're looking for a premium experience, you can rent a high-end vehicle for your trip. This is especially useful for special occasions, such as weddings or anniversaries, when a luxury car rental adds a touch of elegance.

Things to Know Before Renting a Self-Drive Car in Kochi

Choose a Trusted Rental Company Ensure you’re renting from a reliable company with a good reputation. Check online reviews, ask for recommendations from other travelers, or even consult local contacts to find the best car rental service in Kochi.

Check the Vehicle Condition Before you hit the road, inspect the car for any pre-existing damage. It’s always a good idea to take photos of the vehicle before you drive off, just in case any issues arise later on.

Documents Required To rent a self-drive car, you'll need to provide valid identification and a driving license. Foreign travelers will need an International Driving Permit (IDP) along with their original license. Always carry a copy of your ID proof and driving license when renting a vehicle.

Understand the Terms and Conditions Make sure you understand the rental agreement, especially in terms of fuel policies (usually full-to-full), insurance coverage, mileage limits, and any extra fees. This will ensure you don’t face surprises during the trip.

Be Prepared for Traffic and Narrow Roads Kochi, like many cities in India, can have busy traffic, particularly during peak hours. The roads can also be narrow in older areas like Fort Kochi. Always drive cautiously, use a GPS or map app, and plan your routes accordingly.

Top Places to Visit in Kochi with Your Self-Drive Car

Fort Kochi: Explore the historical streets of Fort Kochi, which are lined with colonial buildings, art galleries, churches, and cafes. Don’t miss out on visiting the famous Chinese fishing nets, St. Francis Church, and the Mattancherry Palace.

Marine Drive: Take a scenic drive along Marine Drive, a beautiful waterfront promenade with views of the backwaters and the Kochi skyline. This is a great place to relax, enjoy a leisurely walk, or simply enjoy the sunset.

Mattancherry: Visit the Mattancherry area, home to the Jewish Synagogue, Dutch Palace, and bustling spice markets. The vibrant atmosphere of this neighborhood gives you a glimpse of Kochi's multicultural heritage.

Cherai Beach: Just a short drive from the city, Cherai Beach offers golden sands and tranquil waters. Perfect for a relaxing day or an evening walk, it’s a great spot to unwind after a day of sightseeing.

Kochi Backwaters: Drive to the tranquil backwaters around Kochi, such as in Kumbalangi or Vypin Island. You can enjoy boat rides, watch local fishermen at work, and relax amidst Kerala’s lush landscapes.

Hill Palace Museum: Located in Tripunithura, just outside Kochi, the Hill Palace Museum offers a fascinating look at the history of Kerala’s royal family. The palace complex is surrounded by beautiful gardens, making it a pleasant place for a visit.

Vypin Island: Drive to Vypin Island for a peaceful retreat away from the city. It offers quiet beaches, beautiful landscapes, and the opportunity to enjoy fresh seafood from local vendors.

Final Thoughts

Renting a self-drive car in Kochi is an excellent way to explore the city and its surrounding areas at your own pace. With the freedom to choose your route, stop where you want, and enjoy the convenience of having your own vehicle, you’ll be able to make the most of your visit to this beautiful coastal city.

Whether you’re traveling solo, with family, or friends, a self-drive car ensures your trip is both comfortable and memorable. So, don’t wait—book your self-drive car today and start your adventure in Kochi!

Happy travels and drive safe!

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boostcardetailing · 1 month ago

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How Ozone Treatment Works: A Game-Changer for Car Odor Removal

Car odors can be a major problem for vehicle owners, whether they’re caused by food spills, pet smells, cigarette smoke, or even lingering moisture from damp weather. Traditional air fresheners only mask these odors temporarily, and in some cases, they might even make things worse by adding a synthetic fragrance. That’s where ozone treatment comes into play. Ozone treatment is a powerful and effective method of neutralizing stubborn odors and improving the air quality inside your vehicle.

In this blog, we’ll explore how ozone treatment works, why it’s so effective for car odor removal, and how it can give your vehicle a fresh, clean environment that’s free of unwanted smells.

What Is Ozone Treatment?

Ozone treatment uses ozone gas (O₃) to purify and deodorize the air inside your car. Ozone is a naturally occurring molecule made up of three oxygen atoms. While ozone exists in the upper layers of the atmosphere and protects us from harmful UV radiation, it also has a remarkable ability to remove odors, bacteria, and other contaminants in confined spaces, such as your car.

When ozone is introduced into your vehicle, it reacts with the odor molecules, neutralizing them at the molecular level. This makes ozone treatment far more effective than simply masking odors with chemicals or air fresheners. It eliminates the source of the smell, leaving your car smelling fresh and clean.

How Does Ozone Treatment Work for Car Odor Removal?

The process of ozone treatment for car odor removal involves three main steps:

Ozone Generation: Ozone is produced using an ozone generator. This device generates ozone by applying high voltage to oxygen molecules in the air, splitting them into individual oxygen atoms. These atoms then bond with other oxygen molecules, forming ozone (O₃).

Ozone Circulation: Once ozone is produced, the generator is placed inside your car, and the ozone is circulated throughout the vehicle’s interior. Ozone gas easily reaches all surfaces of your car, including seats, carpets, floor mats, upholstery, and air vents, where it can break down odor-causing particles and bacteria.

Oxidation of Odor Molecules: As ozone comes into contact with odor molecules, it reacts with them by breaking their chemical bonds. This oxidation process neutralizes the odors at the molecular level, rendering them harmless. In addition to removing odors, ozone also kills bacteria, mold, mildew, and other microorganisms that may be causing unpleasant smells inside your car.

Why Ozone Treatment is Highly Effective

Ozone treatment is considered one of the most effective methods of car odor removal for several reasons:

Eliminates the Source of Odors: Unlike traditional air fresheners that simply cover up the smell, ozone treatment eliminates the source of the odor by breaking down odor molecules. This means that the smell won’t return after the treatment.

Kills Bacteria and Germs: Ozone doesn’t just neutralize odors; it also kills bacteria, viruses, mold, and other microorganisms that can cause unpleasant smells. This makes it an excellent choice for cleaning the air inside your car and ensuring a healthier, fresher environment.

Works on a Wide Range of Odors: Whether it’s the smell of cigarette smoke, food, pet odors, or mold, ozone treatment is effective at tackling a wide range of stubborn odors that are hard to get rid of with conventional cleaning methods.

Safe and Environmentally Friendly: Ozone treatment is a natural and safe method of cleaning the air inside your car. Unlike chemical cleaners or air fresheners, ozone treatment doesn’t leave behind any toxic residue, making it an eco-friendly solution to car odor problems.

The Benefits of Ozone Treatment for Your Car

There are numerous benefits to using ozone treatment to remove odors from your vehicle:

Long-Lasting Results: Since ozone eliminates odors at the source, the results tend to be long-lasting. You won’t need to constantly reapply air fresheners or deodorizing sprays after an ozone treatment.

Improved Air Quality: Ozone treatment helps purify the air inside your car by removing bacteria, allergens, and other harmful particles. This can improve the overall air quality and make your car a healthier place to be, especially for people with respiratory issues or allergies.

Safe for All Surfaces: Ozone treatment is safe for all interior surfaces of your car, including fabric, leather, vinyl, and carpets. It can be used to eliminate odors from upholstery, air vents, and other hard-to-reach areas without damaging your car’s interior.

Cost-Effective: While professional ozone treatment may come at a cost, it’s a one-time investment that can save you money in the long run. By eliminating the need for repeated chemical treatments or air fresheners, ozone treatment offers a more permanent solution to your car odor problems.

How to Get Ozone Treatment for Your Car

Ozone treatment is typically performed by professional detailing services, as they have the necessary equipment and expertise to use ozone generators safely and effectively. During the treatment, the vehicle will need to be sealed for a period of time, typically between 30 minutes and an hour, to allow the ozone to circulate and break down odors.

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dyna-clean01 · 1 month ago

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Single disc floor scrubbing machine

In the world of professional cleaning and housekeeping, maintaining high efficiency and effectiveness is essential. One of the most versatile tools for this purpose is the single disk scrubbing machine. Whether you are cleaning a hotel lobby, a corporate office, or a high-traffic area, these machines simplify floor maintenance with remarkable ease and precision.

A single disk scrubbing machine is a powerful device designed for various floor care tasks, including scrubbing, buffing, and polishing. Its rotating disc operates at high speeds, making it ideal for cleaning various surfaces such as marble, vinyl, tile, and hardwood. This versatility makes it an indispensable tool for professional housekeeping.

The advantages of using a single disc floor scrubbing machine are numerous. These machines provide deep cleaning in significantly less time compared to manual methods. Their versatility allows them to tackle tough stains, polish floors, and handle a variety of cleaning requirements. Designed with user comfort in mind, these machines are ergonomic and can be operated for extended periods without strain. Additionally, their robust construction ensures durability, making them a cost-effective choice for frequent use in demanding environments. For larger spaces, a ride-on scrubber machine offers similar benefits while covering more ground in less time.

The role of a scrubbing machine in housekeeping is pivotal in maintaining cleanliness and hygiene standards. From hotels and hospitals to corporate offices, these machines ensure floors remain free from dirt and grime. They not only keep high-traffic areas spotless but also enhance the aesthetic appeal of floors through polishing. By effectively restoring the original appearance of worn-out surfaces, these machines contribute to a clean and professional environment.

When choosing a single disk scrubber machine, certain features are essential for optimal performance. A powerful motor is crucial for tackling tough cleaning tasks, while adjustable speed settings allow for flexibility on different floor types. Durable construction ensures the machine can withstand rigorous use, while compact designs make it easy to maneuver in confined spaces. Accessories such as brushes and pads further enhance their versatility.

Using a single disk machine effectively requires some basic considerations. It is essential to select the right pad or brush for the surface being cleaned and follow the manufacturer’s instructions for proper operation. Using the appropriate cleaning solutions can enhance results, while regular maintenance ensures the machine operates efficiently over time.

Investing in a single disc scrubbing machine is a smart choice for modern housekeeping. These machines deliver professional-grade cleaning with ease of use, making them ideal for maintaining spotless and hygienic environments. For high-quality cleaning solutions, consider exploring Dynaclean’s range of innovative products, including single disc machines and ride-on scrubber machines, tailored to meet all your housekeeping needs.

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onlineicemachines · 1 month ago

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Everything You Need to Know About Ice Flakers: Essential for Every Business

When it comes to running a successful commercial kitchen, restaurant, or bar, efficiency is everything. One crucial piece of equipment that contributes to smooth operations is the Ice Flaker. Whether you’re in the foodservice industry or need ice for scientific purposes, understanding the features and benefits of an Ice Flaker Machine is key to making an informed decision. This guide explores what an Ice Flaker is, how it works, and why it’s indispensable for commercial use.

What Is an Ice Flaker?

An Ice Flaker is a type of machine that produces small, thin flakes of ice. Unlike traditional ice cubes, the flakes are soft, lightweight, and easy to crush, making them ideal for a variety of applications, from food displays to cooling beverages. Ice Flaker Machines are commonly used in restaurants, grocery stores, supermarkets, hospitals, and research labs.

The Ice Flaker produces ice in a sheet that is scraped into flakes by a rotating drum. These flakes are often preferred for their ability to cool faster and cover more surface area, which is essential in both food preservation and hospitality industries.

Key Features of an Ice Flaker Machine

High Efficiency: An Ice Flaker Machine operates quickly, providing a steady supply of ice throughout the day, without requiring frequent maintenance.

Space-Saving Design: Most Commercial Ice Flaker machines are compact and can be installed under counters or within existing kitchen setups without taking up too much space.

Durability: Built to withstand the rigors of commercial use, Ice Flaker machines are constructed with robust materials that offer long-term reliability and performance.

Variety of Capacities: From small-scale units suitable for cafes to high-capacity machines designed for large commercial operations, there's a suitable Ice Flaker Machine for every need.

Why Choose an Ice Flaker for Your Business?

1. Improved Cooling Efficiency

Flaked ice provides rapid cooling, making it ideal for seafood displays, salad bars, and other applications where quick temperature reduction is important. Commercial Ice Flakers create ice that conforms easily to any surface, ensuring even coverage.

2. Optimal for Drinks and Food Preservation

Unlike cubes that can sit bulky and uneven in a glass, flaked ice can fit into more confined spaces, providing an aesthetic look for beverages, cocktails, and smoothies. For food storage, the flakes help keep items fresh longer by maintaining optimal temperatures.

3. Versatility

An Ice Flaker Machine can be used in multiple industries. For restaurants, it is a great asset for keeping produce cool. In healthcare, it is indispensable in maintaining blood products or ice packs. In scientific settings, flaked ice serves as a convenient medium for preserving samples.

Common Applications of an Ice Flaker

Application

Industry

Benefits of Flaked Ice

Seafood Display

Grocery/Restaurants

Keeps seafood fresh and visually appealing

Food Storage

Supermarkets

Maintains freshness and temperature without bulky ice cubes

Beverages

Bars/Cafes

Quick chilling, visually appealing in cocktails and smoothies

Scientific Cooling

Laboratories

Ideal for sample preservation and temperature control

Testimonials from Industry Experts

John D., Restaurant Owner "We switched to using an Ice Flaker Machine last year, and it’s been a game-changer for our operations. The flaked ice not only looks better in drinks but also helps with fast cooling for our seafood display. Our customers love it!"

Maria S., Hospital Administrator "In the medical field, keeping items at the correct temperature is critical. The Ice Flaker has made a huge difference in our daily operations. It's reliable and produces ice at the exact quality we need."

Things to Consider Before Buying an Ice Flaker Machine

Before purchasing an Modular Ice Maker, it’s essential to consider the following factors to ensure you’re choosing the best one for your needs:

Production Capacity: Determine how much ice you need daily. Ice flakers come in various capacities, so choosing the right one ensures you don’t over- or under-purchase.

Water Quality: The quality of the water used can affect the ice produced. Ensure that your machine is equipped with a filtration system or that you have access to clean water.

Energy Consumption: Choose a model that aligns with your energy-saving goals. Many modern Ice Flaker machines are designed to be energy efficient, which is an essential factor for long-term savings.

Maintenance Needs: Although Commercial Ice Flakers are designed for high-volume usage, regular maintenance is key. Opt for a model that is easy to clean and maintain to avoid breakdowns.

Conclusion

The Ice Flaker Machine is more than just an appliance; it’s a vital asset for businesses that require a continuous supply of flaked ice. Its versatility, efficiency, and ability to quickly cool products make it an indispensable tool in commercial kitchens, bars, and scientific settings alike. By considering the specific needs of your business, you can choose the ideal Ice Flaker that enhances productivity and meets your operational requirements.

Whether you’re in the foodservice industry, healthcare, or research, investing in a high-quality Ice Flaker Machine is an excellent decision to improve both performance and customer satisfaction.

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