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Home at last. Allow me to formally introduce Mattie.

Taken at the servo. Also have a pic Dad took while I was driving. He thought the sunset was pretty. Something in the orange.

Lemme tell you about this beastie.

I need a sparky to have a squizz at her cuz practically nothing electronic in her works. Radio works. Dash lights work. Brake lights work. Headlights work.

That's all that works.

She's got no rear lights, no rear indicators, no hazards, no horn, her petrol gauge doesn't work, her electric fuel tank switch doesn't work, it was a bitch and a half switching her tanks on the highway because I had no warning that she was about to sputter and then she did and I had to grapple around under the seat unable to signal to anyone around me that she's a hazard because her hazards DO NOT WORK and then it took her three gruelling seconds to kick back in after I managed to switch tanks.

But she went 25 in a 65 to 70 in about 3 seconds, so that's cool. Almost gave me a fucken nosebleed, heh.

Her headliner's falling in on the driver's side, her cigarette lighter doesn't work but she reeks of cheap Marlboro, her antenna's snapped off, but hey, at least she's got an 8track. But her tiller's also turned wrong—the bitch sits sideways. She's got some give to it too, takes some wobble to make the steering catch. No power steering, no power brakes, she screams when you drive cuz the vent windows don't seal properly so you need to leave them cracked open, but when you do that you can hardly hear the person next to you over the wind roar. Her heater don't work, her dash lights are so fucken dim you can't even see them until it's pitch black outside and even then you can barely make out any of the readings, her driver's side door sticks and you gotta breech it with your shoulder to make it open, her emergency brake only engages if you kick the fucken thing like a mule, her dome light don't work, and her headlights are so dim that the highbeams are the only thing what come close to normal brightness headlights.

But her engine purrs heavenly, and she's got good bones, and I love her. I love her for all the work I get to put into her. I love her for everything wrong with her that I get to fix.

Fifty-six years ago tomorrow, my father went to Vietnam. And fifty-six years ago, this car was built. And today, the day before the fifty-sixth anniversary of my dad going to Vietnam in 1968, I've got myself a 1968 Ford F250 Camper Special Custom Cab, my dream car. So here's to brighter days and better tomorrows, and more sunrises than sunsets.

I'm gonna go make myself a drink and wake up at the arsecrack of dawn tomorrow morning so I can wash her before putting her over to the grease monkeys so they can have a crack at her, because sometime this weekend we're heading back south to pick up Tilly from the repairshop, and I'm not driving home in the dark with no fucken lights again.

[someonesrealityshifting]

.・✭・. Life Explanation .・✭・. ・

✭ My life is like a 2010s coming of age novel, but one of the ones with a shitty ending, like Before I Fall. Except it doesn't have a shitty ending, you just worry it might. My life is dancing in the rain and forgetting a coat and ending up with a cough but not caring because I was dancing with him. My life is climbing into abandoned buildings and befriending the rats who live there, leaving them food and telling them how pretty they are. My life is finding roadkill and bringing it home to pray for it and to send it to Thanatos gently, as he would want it.

✭ My life is making stupid decisions because I never got to as a kid. My life is smoking cheap cigarettes and coughing so hard I vow to quit, only to come back six hours later when he pulls out his lighter. My life is drawing on myself and loving it so much I go get it tattooed that day. My life is incohesive playlists and rants about movies and bugs I love. My life is collecting rainwater and rocks and bones I find, pressing flowers and leaves between the pages of limited edition books.

✭ My life is collecting soda pop tabs and butterfly wings and walnut shells because I can. My life is crying over the dead things I find and mourning them, giving even the worm I find on the sidewalk as it pours the simple respect of life. My life is constantly defending my position as an ambiamorous gay trans man as well as a leftist, an anarchist, quite possibly a communist, because my idea that all living things have inherent worth is apparently 'radical'.

✭ My life is tiny jars and using watercolor on canvas even though you're absolutely not supposed to use watercolor on canvas. My life is painting my nails outside because I don't want to risk my dog inhaling the fumes and feeding my gecko by hand because he's a diva but I also can't touch him because it frightens him. My life is car rides to vibe-based playlists, sticking my arms out the window and screaming when I see a puppy in the next car.

✭ My life is loving, endlessly and without remorse. Giving my love to anyone who will take it, accept it, regardless of whether or not it's reflected back at me, because if one can hate without cause, why can I, too, not love the same way? My life is shamelessly blocking and cutting off toxic people because I'm worth more, because the people I love are worth more.

✭ My life is holding a cat like a baby, because I'm a bit too fucked up to have a real one, and dancing around the house with it, telling it how much I love it as shitty music blares from the phone in my pocket. My life is putting stickers on my canes and headphones and every electronic device I have because they deserve to feel pretty, too. My life is putting too many layers of dye in my hair and not caring because it makes me feel better. My life is asking "would you still love me if I was a worm?" a thousand times and never getting bored of the answers.

✭ My life is keeping Loki's altar in my kitchen because it's never not chaotic as all hell in there, even if the odd assortment of things he likes is a bit of an eyesore; that's where he belongs. My life is keeping Christmas lights up all the year round because they're pretty and I love them. My life is finding a spot where I can see the sky without light pollution and staring at the stars for as long as I can, even though I know so very few of them, just because they're beautiful and I can. My life is getting a shitty camera from, like, 2015 because it's cheap and it has decent exposure, and even though the pictures always come out a little blurry, I pin them to the wall over our bed anyway.

✭ My life is writing poetry on every available surface, buying a shit ton of notebooks in August when they're 25 cents each and them all being full by March. My life is texting him "this song reminded me of you" at 3am when I know we should be asleep but neither of us are. My life is freaking out anytime I see a cat, because fucking look at him, he's such a cutie, aaa he booped meeee. My life is listening to Taylor Swift because they like it, and because I'd do anything to make them smile, even if I think "Antihero" is the single stupidest song I've ever heard in my life.

✭ My life is the word 'paladin', which is not only my dad's favorite WOW class, but it's my mom's favorite episode of bones. "Paladin" means, "I will always protect you. I will not choose violence for myself, because I can keep myself safe enough, but I would burn the world for you, because I love you, and I will hurt anyone, even myself, to keep you safe." My life is my parents telling me at age 9 that to love a hero was to hate one's self. That a hero would sacrifice you to save the world, that a villain had no such obligation. To always love the villain, the person most likely to hurt everyone but you.

✭ My life is painting on a 60 year old denim jacket and having no idea how to get the paint off so I just take a razor to the paint to get it a bit thinner and then saving up money so I can buy a Vincian flag to hide the marks it left behind. My life is having a bunch of scars from stupid things, and being proud to share each misadventure, because they define me, because I let them. My life is wishing I wasn't clean until I meet him and them and maybe deciding that I prefer having marks from love than self loathing.

✭ My life is waking up with my legs tangled in theirs only to get up before they do, going to make us shitty coffee because it's the only kind I know how to make, but they drink it anyway because I also make French toast so it's palatable. My life is house plants that I take care of exquisitely for years only to leave them in his care for a week and find them to be on the verge of death. My life is eating too much chocolate and dragging them both into the living room to build a pillow fort and watch Bluey for 6 hours on a random Friday night.

✭ My life is thrift shopping and buying shit I know I'll never use, simply because I can afford it, and because I love it, and because I can. My life is gardening all of spring and summer and never leaving the woods in autumn and shoveling until my knees buckle in winter. My life is learning how to swim in a creek because I don't trust anyone but the two of them to teach me.

✭ My life is love. My life is light. My life is making myself feel whole, and being able to give myself to the people who love me and the people whom I love. My life is happy, and warm, and safe. My life is starlight and wholesome until it's dark moons and dirty jokes, and even then, the sun comes back the next morning, and so do the gentle kisses and caresses. My life is safety and comfort and value, inherent and known, in every person I come across.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Dancing 'til the Break of Dawn - Pt 26

<Pt25

(TWST Zombie apocalypse AU where Yuu beast tames just a little too close to the sun)

They agreed that ‘Christmas’ would be in two weeks. It wasn’t as if they were sure what day Christmas actually was, so they might as well give themselves time to travel and think about what they wanted to get each other.

Not to mention the whole ‘fighting for their life’ thing, which made concentrating on gift-giving difficult. But who cares about that?

Yuu scratched his head as he squinted down at the party bags. Was it worth it to pick those up? It would make it obvious where the presents were. And Yuu did not trust Ace to not look through his presents the night before like a child.

Besides, he didn’t know what he would put in those bags, yet, anyway.

They talked. A lot. But Yuu didn’t actually know that much about Ace’s past. He, of course, would be a hypocrite if he complained about this, considering he’d hidden even his last name from his friends for ages… but he wouldn’t ignore that it made his life difficult.

As for Deuce, when he mentioned his time before the apocalypse, he usually talked about his mom (which Yuu didn’t want to encroach on), or, occasionally, his time as a delinquent (it should be obvious why Yuu wasn’t considering this present-worthy).

Yuu could just make some cookies or something, that would probably be enough for them… but he didn’t want to do that. It felt cheap.

Cheaper than stealing, though? Technically, wasn’t the effort worth more?

Yuu groaned, pressing his face into his hands.

Ugh, when did he become so lame?

~

“Yuu,” said Deuce.

Yuu blinked at him.

Deuce grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around.

Yuu gave a little gasp of surprise, for the store he’d just been in had spontaneously burst into flames. What an unfortunate act of God!

“I didn’t put my cigarette out all the way. Whoops.”

“And I’m sure it just so happened to land on the bottle of vegetable oil you always carry with you.”

“Life is crazy like that.”

“Mhmm. I’m sure,” Deuce said, smiling wryly. He held a hand out, and Yuu obliged, taking out two cigarettes.

They all had their own lighters. Even Ace, who didn’t smoke. After the incident with Jade and Floyd… well, yeah, they weren’t taking any chances.

That being said, Deuce still flashed a grin as Yuu pulled out his lighter.

Yuu rolled his eyes. “Old habits die hard, hm?”

Regardless, Yuu was perfectly happy to lean in close to Deuce and light both of their cigarettes at once. To save fuel, of course.

Then, he drew back, squinting at the fire he’d accidentally-on-purpose caused. “Did I kill Ace?”

“Nah, he’s trying to figure out where to go next.”

“Does it matter?”

“Seems to matter to him,” Deuce said, shrugging.

And Yuu supposed he didn’t care, so, when Ace came back and pointed in a specific direction, Yuu was happy to agree.

~

The real problem with gift shopping in the apocalypse was… they were in the apocalypse.

Shocking, but true.

Firstly, there were the automatic limitations that came along with the apocalyptic wasteland. Electronics don’t work. Any food you find is almost guaranteed to be stale. Any and every store you visit has already been visited by someone else at least once, meaning every aisle has been picked clean. The selection was limited, to say the least.

Secondly, they would have to carry whatever they found each other. They only really kept a single backpack each and, while they could just start carrying more bags, that would slow them down. Which meant that Yuu was tempted to get them practical things, things that would come in handy in a fight or hygiene products or some kind of food. But that wasn't fun, now, was it?

Thirdly, everything around them was free (to steal). If Yuu really wanted to, he could go into a random toy aisle and pick out everything he liked. Ace and Deuce could do the same. Which begged the question – what could Yuu get them that they couldn’t get for themselves? If they already had access to anything they wanted, then was everything they didn’t pick up automatically something they didn’t want?

Which left what exactly?

Small, sentimental items?

They were teen boys! Yuu would rather kill himself! Maybe Deuce could manage it, he was certainly as soft as a person could be given their circumstances, but Yuu? Ace? They were screwed!

Yuu groaned, running his fingers through his hair.

And then he pulled out his lighter. He needed to let off some steam. Or create steam. Whatever.

~

“Yuu, stop setting the stores on fire,” Ace said, absently lifting a hand to shield his eyes from the light.

“Where did you even get your hands on an accelerant?” Deuce muttered, digging through his backpack and seeming frustrated when he found the cooking oil was right where he left it.

“It was a craft store. The place was practically made of paper. I didn’t need to do much.”

Deuce looked exhausted. “What was the cause of the fire this time? A bug?”

“No. It pissed me off.”

“The store itself? How?!” said Ace, suddenly far more interested.

Yuu shrugged. “The more fires I set, the longer it’ll take for the zombies to feel safe around me.”

“I hope you have beef with more stores. God bless.”

Ace attempted to make a cross over his heart, but seemed to forget halfway through what they looked like and ended up just pressing his hands together in a fake prayer.

“That’s what I thought.”

~

Christmas was upon them, and Yuu had never been so nervous in his life.

Considering it was the apocalypse, this was quite a feat.

Regardless. The three of them sat in a kind of lopsided triangle, their backpacks at their sides.

Deuce gave Ace his present first. It was… a top hat?

Ace blinked at it as it was set in his hands, only to grin as he reached in and pulled out what appeared to be a book on magic tricks.

He then tossed the hat away with a roll of his eyes.

(He had to go back and collect the hat again when, after thumbing through the pages, he realized that the hat actually had a false bottom and could also be used for magic tricks.)

Absently, Yuu wondered if it really counted as magic tricks if Yuu and Deuce knew what the tricks would be ahead of time.

He also wondered how Deuce knew Ace liked this kind of thing. Did they perhaps… have a life outside of him? Conversations that did not include Yuu’s name?

No, impossible. He is, clearly, the center of the universe.

Wait. He forgot about Grim. Grim is… even more in the center? Like – where’s the center of the body? In Yuu’s stomach, maybe? No, that just sounded like he had eaten him… he could workshop that later.

For now, though, Ace was looking at him expectantly, and Yuu hoped to deliver.

“S-so,” Yuu said. Stuttered, really. He was going to kill himself. God damn it. “You know how you’re always fidgeting?”

“I don’t fidget that much,” Ace said.

Yuu glanced down at Ace’s hands. He was currently twirling the magic wand Deuce had given him around his fingers.

Ace also looked down. A flush spread across his face and he was quick to stop. Unfortunately for him, the magic wand was, in fact, a magic wand. Plastic flowers popped out of it, drawing everyone’s eyes right back to the fidgeting.

“... okay, so maybe I fidget a little.”

Yuu strongly disagreed with those last two words. But he was going to let that go. In the spirit of Christmas, or whatever.

He, somewhat awkwardly, pulled a bag of miscellaneous objects out of his backpack. Decks of cards, rings and bracelets, things that were literally called ‘fidget toys’ (Yuu didn’t know what that meant, but he had grabbed them)... his guess was that Ace would prefer the cards, but variety wasn’t a bad thing. He might as well give Ace the option to choose something else, even if he probably wouldn’t.

Because, honestly, Yuu didn’t mind him fidgeting. It was kind of cute, actually... so long as Ace wasn’t fidgeting with a knife, which Yuu had caught him doing more times than he was perfectly comfortable with. Ace hadn’t injured himself that many times, and certainly had never hurt himself too badly, but it was only a matter of time.

“Dude…” said Ace. “How long did it take you to find all this stuff?”

“A normal amount of time,” Yuu blatantly lied to his face. As if he hadn’t just endured the most frustrating two weeks of his life.

Ace decidedly didn’t thank either of his friends, but considering he was already fidgeting with a deck of cards – Yuu did not smile a little knowing he had guessed what Ace would prefer – the appreciation wasn’t exactly hard to notice.

So, it was time for Deuce's presents.

Ace didn’t reach into his backpack for this gift. Instead, he slid a hand behind himself.

And pulled a damn katana out from under his jacket.

Yuu and Deuce’s eyes damn near popped out of their skulls.

“What the fuck,” said Deuce, as he was handed the huge-ass sword. “I should have gotten you way more.”

Ace had never looked this smug before. Which was saying something. “I know, I know, you don’t have to tell me – I’ve won Christmas.”

“It’s not a competitive thing.”

“Those sound like the words of a loser.”

Yuu, however, was coming to an unfortunate realization.

“You stole this from a museum, didn’t you?” He winced internally. “Now that I think about it, that last place did kind of look like a gift shop…”

He had… probably set fire to a ton of national treasures.

Whoops?

Deuce, thankfully, was always there to distract him – “So that’s why you were walking like you had a stick up your ass.”

Ace rolled his eyes. “Well, it’s not exactly small and easy to hide.”

Yuu tipped his head to the side. “And it’s probably why you insisted on going in a specific direction, too…”

“Yeah? What other reason would there be?”

“Honestly? I thought you were just heading North to look for mistletoe,” Yuu admitted.

Ace smirked, leaning closer. “Wishful thinking?”

“Sure,” said Yuu, flicking him on the forehead.

Ace huffed, backing up a little to rub his forehead, only for Deuce to push him out of the way. He leaned into Yuu’s space, his hands out for his present. He looked like a kid on Christmas Day. Which, Yuu supposed, he technically was. Sometimes it was strange to think about. They were all 16 (Ace claimed he was 17, but Yuu and Deuce had vetoed that)...

“You got over the sword so easily!” gaped Ace.

Okay, maybe it was easy to remember sometimes.

Yuu stuck his tongue out at Ace. “It’s ‘cause I’m more likable than you.”

Despite his bravado, Yuu had to take a deep breath before he pulled a camera out of his backpack.

He’d done way too much research to figure out which cameras printed photos immediately and how to develop them. But Deuce didn’t need to know that!

“Here. We should take pictures while we’re here so, when we get out, we can look back on all of this and think ‘dang, that sucked, glad we’re not in the apocalypse anymore’,” Yuu said.

Deuce snorted. “‘Thank god we have running water now’.”

“‘Our hair looked like shit back then’,” Ace said.

Deuce grinned. “This will be great for our therapists.”

“Bold of you to assume Yuu is going to go to therapy,” Ace said.

Yuu spluttered. “What the – why would you call me out? On Christmas?”

Deuce slung his arm around Yuu’s shoulders, dragging him into his side. “Because it’s funny. Ace, quick, snap a picture.”

Yuu tried to school his face into something more normal, but the flash of light was too quick for him.

“I’m not teaching you how to develop film, now,” Yuu sulked.

“Pretty sure you just need a dark room, right?” Deuce said.

Ace glanced up at the dead light bulbs that hung over their heads. “Oh no. Where will we get one of those?”

Fuck! His plans have been foiled!

Yuu huffed. “I’ve never regretted a decision more. Is it possible to take back a gift? Because I’m gonna –.”

“Thanks, Yuu,” Deuce said, smiling softly.

Yuu felt a blush rise to his cheeks. He was not winning today.

“Why’d you thank him and not me?!” Ace said.

Thank you for bringing back the status quo, Ace, Yuu couldn’t handle this amount of sentimentality.

And, fortunately (or unfortunately) for him, his friends seemed to know this.

Deuce jumped to go first, a smug little smirk on his face that made Yuu suspect that he would hate whatever happened next.

Yuu raised an eyebrow at the Rapunzel shirt Deuce offered to him.

“Come on, you’ve got to admit there are some similarities!”

Deuce looked less amused by those similarities when Yuu pulled a frying pan from his backpack and brandished it like a weapon.

Yuu carefully set it back in his lap as a warning that he would totally follow through on, should Deuce’s actual present to him be stupid.

He blinked at the can of axe body spray Deuce offered him.

Like, sure, he appreciated it. Cleanliness was difficult in the apocalypse and all, but uh…

Deuce grinned and pulled out his lighter. He flicked it on, and then, after a quick glance around, aimed the body spray at the flame.

Who knew it was so easy to make a flamethrower out of household items?

Yuu was in love holy shit.

He made grabby hands for the weapon of mass destruction.

“Man, how am I supposed to compete with that?” Ace complained.

Even Yuu wasn’t sure. He cradled the DIY flamethrower to his chest like it was something precious. Because it was.

Ace responded by thrusting his gift into Yuu’s face. Casually. The most casual nearly-throwing-it-at-Yuu-as-if-it-burned-him behavior the world has ever seen.

Yuu rolled his eyes at the ‘Kiss The Cook’ apron he’d been ‘handed’. He did sometimes complain about how often he had to look for new clothes… usually because he had gotten injured again, but regardless, something to guard his clothes while he cooked would also help. So, he pulled it over his head without complaint.

Until he looked down.

Deuce looked a little confused as to why Yuu had gone completely silent, so he followed his gaze, too.

There was a long, long silence.

Deuce, slowly, brought his hand to his mouth, trying to stifle a snort.

He hadn’t needed to, because the sound had finally managed to return Yuu to reality.

“Why – why is the kiss mark so low?! What idiot put it there?!”

Ace’s shoulders shook with barely concealed laughter. “I found it that way. Thought you’d think it was funny.”

“Aren't you supposed to put the kiss mark at the top?” Yuu asked. It wasn’t a rhetorical question, but it wasn’t aimed at Ace or Deuce – it was aimed at the stupidass clothes designer who either had no idea what this looked like or knew exactly what they were doing.

Not that he didn’t love the apron, for all of its stupidity, but holy shit.

Deuce leaned back on his hands, giving an exaggerated glance around. “There’s gotta be lipstick around here somewhere, we can fix that.”

This finally broke Ace and Yuu.

“Not while I’m – wearing it, you idiot!” Yuu said, nearly falling over if it wasn’t for Ace.

Ace wasn’t in much better condition, incredulous little peals of laughter spilling from his lips, but he was more practical as he said, “That wouldn’t get rid of the one at the bottom!”

Once everyone had calmed down (which took a normal amount of time, Yuu promised), Ace nudged Yuu in the side. “I also picked up some fireworks that may or may not work and some ammo for your gun, but that’s not as fun so who cares about that?”

Yuu grinned. “Sweeeeeeet.”

“Not that you use your gun enough for that to be an issue,” Deuce added, smiling as he leaned against Yuu, batting his eyelashes, as if swooning over him. “Our favorite pacifistic loser.”

It was hard to tell who was less impressed – Yuu or Ace.

“Don’t try to discredit my gift!”

“Don’t have to try. I totally won,” said Deuce, smirking. “Right, Yuu?”

Yuu groaned, turning to flop against Deuce to try to make him stop bickering with Ace. Deuce could, sometimes, see reason.

Deuce, however, smirked victoriously. “He chose me to sleep on! Therefore I win!”

"He always sleeps on you -!"

"Exactly."

So much for that hope.

~

Yuu sighed contentedly as the three of them lay on the floor. Deuce was pressed against his back, an arm thrown over the two of them – not quite protectively, Yuu was pretty sure, more as if he thought they were a pillow. As for Ace, he was clingy at night, tangling their legs together, pressing so close to Yuu’s chest that he sometimes thought that Ace was trying to absorb him.

Warm breaths puffed over the back of his shoulder. A heartbeat thrummed against his abdomen, steady and strong even through their shirts.

He would love to fall asleep like this, it was so tempting. But alas. He had to keep watch for another few hours.

He busied himself by absently toying with Ace’s hair, making tons of little braids, only to undo them, and then start all over again.

None of this was new. Of course it wasn’t. They had been sleeping like this for months. The sleeping in shifts part was relatively recent, sure, Grim used to do that for them but now… the point is – it was normal.

And yet, Yuu’s brain refused to be distracted from all of these little details.

It wasn’t that Yuu wasn’t… aware that the way he liked Ace and Deuce wasn’t the way you’re supposed to like your friends.

Friends didn’t get jealous at the idea of their friends dating someone. Friends weren’t supposed to choose to sleep in the same room – the same bed – when they had an entire hotel available to them.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to think about the barely-there sunspots dotting Ace’s cheeks as much as he did, and definitely shouldn’t want to press kisses to every one of them. He shouldn’t think about the scars on Deuce’s hands as often as he did, nor should he want to hold them for hours, carefully mapping out each little indent or bump in his skin.

His mind shouldn’t stray back to that day he and Ace had opened up to each other, when Ace had called him pretty with their faces so close together. He shouldn’t linger on that moment with Deuce, when he’d taught him a different way to light a cigarette, a warm glow washing over his cheeks that couldn’t really be blamed on the small flame.

Yuu was perfectly aware of these thoughts, and that they weren’t exactly platonic. He was also aware there was a high chance that Grim would gather enough courage to show up at some point. And, if Grim found out Yuu was into them, Grim would put a stop to it immediately.

Frankly, the fact that Grim hadn’t caught on yet was a godsend.

He sighed.

As long as he was able to settle for this… in-between… everything should work out.

Of course, that didn’t make it easy.

It was made even harder by Ace and Deuce themselves.

“Holy shit! Mistletoe!” Ace said a few days later, giving an incredulous little laugh, his eyes locked somewhere above their heads.

Yuu followed his gaze.

There was some kind of plant in the tree they were standing under. The plant… was green. Yuu had no other thoughts about it. That was it. It was green. Really, he wasn’t sure what mistletoe looked like. Ace could be lying to him, and he wouldn’t know.

Either way, Ace pointing it out meant something.

Yuu wasn’t stupid.

But he knew someone who was.

He looked at Deuce, grinning. “It’s got more than two leaves and three berries, though, does Deuce even think it’s mistletoe?”

“I mean… I’ve never seen it in person before… it might be,” Deuce said, his eyes flicking away.

Damn it!

Yuu sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m abstaining.”

“On what grounds?” Ace snorted.

“On the grounds that Grim would kill you if he saw us kiss, even if it was just a joke.”

Deuce deflated. “Those are some pretty strong grounds.”

“Grim’s not here,” Ace argued. “He doesn’t need to know.”

God, this really does sound like I’m a cheating spouse.

Deuce sighed. “Ace… if he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t have to.”

“He never said he ‘doesn’t want to’,” Ace said, as if it was something significant.

(And, to be fair, it was. That didn’t mean Yuu was happy about it.)

“I know,” Deuce said, with a helpless little shrug. “But if it makes him uncomfortable…”

Ace squinted at Yuu for a long moment.

“If you say it’s ‘for our sake’, then shouldn’t we get to help make that decision?” Ace asked, in a tone that suggested that he thought he was being perfectly reasonable. “You don’t want Grim to kill us, or whatever, but it’s our lives.”

“What, are you planning to die for some –.” Yuu bit down on his tongue. “Some… kissing? I’m so sorry, but that’s clinically insane, and people with mental illnesses aren’t supposed to make important decisions without a third party present.”

“I’m sick and tired of every part of my life being decided by fucking zombies,” Ace said. “They’ve already ruined enough.”

“I refuse to be the reason you die.”

Ace laughed, but it wasn’t exactly a nice sound. He marched forward and balled his fist in Yuu’s shirt. “That might work on Deuce, but don’t pull that shit with me. Deuce and I are dead men walking no matter what. No one on this island is going to get to die of old age. What I do while I wait for death is my own damn decision.”

“Just because you’re going to die doesn’t mean you should speed up the process. Are you stupid?”

“I’m not trying to speed up the process. I’m making the most of the situation while I still can. There’s a difference.”

Yuu groaned. Why couldn’t he just get it?

He took Ace’s chin in his hand, tipping his face to the side just slightly so he could press a kiss to his lips.

It was a quick, chaste thing. Mostly because Ace clearly hadn’t been expecting it. He stood there, stiff as a board, as Yuu kissed him. Both of their lips were chapped after months of dehydration.

Not to say it was a particularly awful kiss, to Yuu’s eternal chagrin. His heart still hammered in his chest. Ace’s skin was still warm, flushed a pretty shade of red beneath his fingers.

Yuu pulled back. It was easy to brush Ace’s hand off of his shirt, as stunned as his ‘friend’ was.

“There. I did the mistletoe thing,” Yuu said, swiping a hand across his mouth, more for the sake of plausible deniability than any real want to get rid of the feeling. He turned to look at Deuce, raising an eyebrow. “Are you going to insist I do it, too?”

Deuce, who had been awkwardly hovering around them the entire time, unsure what to do, shook his head rapidly, holding his hands up in surrender.

“I’d really rather not die, thanks.”

At least someone had sense.

Yuu ran a hand through his hair, spinning around, trying to get his bearings again.

He swore he met eyes with someone in a window but, when he did a double-take, they were gone. His fingernails dug into the skin of his palms. Was that real? Or just his brain messing with him? He could check, but he really didn’t want to know. Damn it. He’d fucked up – kissing Ace, and so publicly at that, out in the open where anyone could catch them…

Yuu felt a hand grab his arm, and turned around to find Ace’s lips against his again.

~~~~~

Pt27>

[omegaremix]

Finds For 2020.

Neon Blud “Bleed Blud”

Oto “Anyway”

Rosa Damask Heroes

Nick Klein “Microscopic Cop”

Canal Street Electronics “By The River”

Cure, The “All Cats Are Grey”

Girl Pusher “Out Of Breath”

Essaie Pas “Retox”

Kanga “Going Red”

Sisters Of Mercy, The “This Corrosion”

White Ring “Shaken To Sleep”

Zanias “Follow The Body”

Automatic “Damage”

Filmmaker The Love Market

Parole E. Azioni Karaoke Night

Lead Into Gold “Hard Won Decay”

Essaie Pas “Danse Sociale”

Sisters Of Mercy, The “Lucretia, My Reflection”

Bailter Space “Splat”

Brothers Johnson, The “Tomorrow”

Khruangbin “Friday Morning”

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “So Glad”

A.C. Marias “Just Talk”

Nobunny “Taste Just Like A Milkshake”

Top Nachos “Lit”

Sanction “Disfigure”

Selda Bagcan Selda

Shizuka “6 Gram Star (６グラムの星)”

Oro “Stop The War”

Lithics “Tower Of Age”

Self Defense Family “Jesus Of Nazareth”

Clamm “Beseech Me”

Emily Remler “Strollin’”

Human Impact “Contact”

Bikini Body “Hands Off”

Lana Del Rabies “Darcy” (Lav Andula RMX)

Tzusing “1976”

Damp “Death, Sex & Arby’s”

Georgia Maq “Away From Love”

Es “Hidden Track”

Mystique “No Excuse”

Sanction “Malice"

Horse Lords “The Radiant City”

Giant Swan “The Rest Of His Voice”

Jehnny Beth “I’m The Man”

Cleaners From Venus “The Jangling Man”

Pting “Boo”

Dave East “Godfather 4” (f. Nas)

Editrix “She Wants To Go And Party”

Gang Starr “Bad Name”

Snarls “Walk In The Worlds”

Kate Tempest “People’s Faces”

Shopping “All Or Nothing”

Turquoise Days “Grey Skies”

Skux “Kudis”

Control Top “Black Hole”

Free $$$ “Etc.”

Serfs, The “Caged And Bound”

Diat “Positive Energy”

Milly “Talking Secret”

Ekambi Brilliant “Mother Afrika”

M.A.Z.E. “Spread The Germicide”

Algiers “Can The Sub Bass Speak”

Future Punx “F Boys”

Necking “Big Mouth”

Ganser “Psy-Ops”

True Dreams “Please Sir”

Black Midi “BmBmBm”

Coriky “Clean Kill”

Stardeath & White Dwarfs “What Keeps You Up At Night”

Autumn “Night In June”

Miserable “Loverboy”

Lisel “Digital Light Field”

Districts, The “Cheap Regrets”

Seablite “There Were Only Shadows”

Ing self-titled

Power Alone “Self Fulfilling Prophecy”

Algiers “Dispossession”

Mikey Dread “Dread At The Controls”

Lithics “Hands”

Crumb “Ghostride”

Strobobean “Keep It Together”

Profligate “Jet Black (King Of The Road)”

Penelope Isles “Rounds”

Self Defense Family “Visit Scenic Western New York”

Serfs, The “Perverted Disco”

Future Islands “Day Glo Fire”

Help “Pennies On The Ground”

NGHTCRWLR “Firestarter”

Zonal Wrecked

Pete Shelley “Homosapien”

Miserable “Fever”

Killing Joke “Hollywood Babylon”

Windy City “I Still Love You”

Look Blue Go Purple “Grace”

Mountain Goats, The: various songs

Hit Parade, The “Harvey”

Fritz “Ghost Poke”

Snarls “What’s It Take”

Girl In Red “Rushed Lover”

Cigarettes After Sex “Young and Dumb”

RVG “I Used To Love You”

Mr. Elevator “Down”

Tempers “Capital Pains”

Jade Imagine “Big Old House”

Chasms “Tears In The Morning Sun”

Shopping “For Your Pleasure”

cumgirl8 “Hourglass”

Stuck “Era”

Blue Ray “Choir Of Angels”

Bikini Body “So Posh”

Space Above “Stolen Days”

Tops “Seven Minutes”

Serfs, The “Persona Non Grata”

Diat “Sinkhole”

Widowspeak “Breadwinner”

Emma Ruth Rundle “Light Song”

Empathy Test “Monsters”

Parrot Dream “The Best”

Braids “Eclipse (Ashley)”

Parlor Walls “Lunchbox”

Wye Oak “Fortune”

Black Marble “Bigger Than Life”

Widowspeak “Money”

Charli XCX “Cross You Out” (f. Sky Ferreira)

Chvrches “Forever”

Jade Imagine “Remote Control”

Pink Gloves “Wilderness” (INS)

Grimes & i_O “Violence”

Weeknd, The “Blinding Lights”

In A Dramatic Gesture “Basic Aerobic”

J. Zunz “Four Women And Darkness”

Alchemist & Schoolboy Q “W.Y.G.D.T.N.S.”

Masta Ace & Marco Polo “Breukelen Brooklyn”

Smoke DZA & Benny The Butcher “7:30” (f. Westside Gunn)

Alchemist “Fork In The Pot” (f. Conway & Schoolboy Q & Westside Gunn)

D.I.T.C. “Jugganots” (f. O.C. & L’il Fame)

Mike (Bonema) “Ipari”

Ripple “Victorious”

Weldon Irvine “We Gettin’ Down”

Clement Djimogne “Africa”

Eddie Russ “Zaius”

Sphinx “Horizons”

DJ 3D “How Many Ways” (Refreshers RMX)

Progeny “Wet Dreams”

Kevin Richard Martin & Hatis Noit “After The Storm”

MCL / Micro Chip League “New York, New York (Midnight)”

Cabaret Voltaire “Diskono” (alt.)

Cabaret Voltaire “Why Kill Time When You Can Kill Yourself?

Sweeping Promises “Hunger For A Way Out”

Lawn “Jane Ryan”

Jesse Jo Stark “Tangerine”

JPEGMAFIA & Denzel Curry “Bald!” (RMX)

Megaptera “Shadow Land”

SPK “Walking On Dead Steps”

Tapes “Old Pan Sound”

USA Nails “Revolution Worker”

Dead World “Cold Hate”

Zola Jesus “Veka”

Silkies “Take A Word”

Sweeping Promises “Cross Me Out”

Tapes “Tape V”

Qlowski “Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder”

Larry McGee “Revolution (The Burg)”

Lower Dens “Sucker’s Shangri-La”

Ramonda Hammer “Everlasting Love”

Sharon Van Etten “Hurt”

Jehnny Beth “Closer To God”

Lawn “Honest To God / Paper”

Phat Cat “Don’t Nobody”

Hot Tea “Larry”

Total Revenge “Jeep Cherokee”

Model Home X His Name Is Alive “Candy-Coated Dreams”

Steve Hartlett “Overwhelmed”

Vintage Crop “Gridlocked”

Jades, The “Lucky Fellow”

Los Bitchos “Pista (Great Start)”

Corey Flood “Honey”

[allaboutthems]

What Does Your Icon Smell Like?

Mello smells like leather and chocolate, mixed with Matt's cigarettes. Sometimes with expensive cologne.

Matt smells like cigarettes, Cheetos, electronics, more cigarettes, sometimes a little bit of "haven't showered in a couple of days" funk, weed, cheap beer, Mountain Dew, more cigarettes, and just a hint of Mello.

[quick-drawn]

@chronal-anomaly asked: When Jesse was relearning how to work with his prosthetic arm, did he have any sensory difficulties? Did he ever struggle with gripping things too delicately and having them slip from his grasp, or accidentally denting or cracking something from holding it too tightly? Did he ever lack the temperature sensory input and accidentally hand his flesh hand something scalding or freezing without realizing it was like that? 👀

thank you for feeding me spacy, as always.

i've talked about jesse's arm before, but i've been meaning to elaborate on that hc post so i might as well do that here — answering your questions along the way, probably focusing more on how he handles the thing as opposed to how it works.

so, for starters,

i hc that jesse lost his arm during his blackwatch days. we see that he clearly still has his flesh arm in, not only his blackwatch skin, but also the UPRISING comic — which takes place in london, towards the end of his overwatch career. this would probably lead most to believe it was an incident that happened during his vigilante years — i, however, beg to differ.

losing an arm is HARD. and replacing it with a prosthetic isn't cheap. i personally don't believe jesse would have the resources or support needed for either of those things outside of overwatch. i believe the amputation took place during his tussle in london ( on his little " vacation ", during blackwatch's suspension ), further decommissioning blackwatch as a whole.

now, the reason i'm telling you this, is because i need you to understand that this was what's called a TRAUMATIC AMPUTATION, meaning the arm wasn't surgically removed in a controlled environment. because of this, there was pretty significant damage to certain things like his nervous system, the pending port rejection not helping his case. this would make certain things like controlling the prosthetic and reading the incoming sensory input difficult at times.

in case you don't feel like reading that other hc post: the prosthetic jesse receives from overwatch DOES allow for sensory input, meaning he can register things like, temperature and pressure. and it's pretty good at doing so. HOWEVER, because of the damage caused by the amputation and infections following surgery, the accuracy and reliability varies, typically triggered by things like stress and temperature. but overall, on a good day, he's retained somewhere around 90% of his normal movement abilities and input registration. the most noticeable for him being a slight numbness in his thumb, which gets incredibly worse in the cold, sometimes making it difficult for him to grip things.

he's right handed, so it's not too often he'll use the prosthetic for primary movements, but he's dropped a glass or two over the years because of it. he's also done things like pulled open doors and drawers with incredible force, unable to tell how much power is being used. having more power and force available to him is another thing he had to get used to. in a quick knee-jerk response, it may be difficult for him to judge how much force he's putting into his grip or throw if his focus is not on the arm itself.

but, for the most part, he is typically aware of his abilities.

he's used his unmatched grip strength to crush things like phones and other electronic devices. and, with the added bonus of a prosthetic elbow and bicep, he's definitely thrown overly hefty punches and won quite a few arm wrestling matches.

he also uses his prosthetic to hold his cigars and ash his cigarettes, purposefully to avoid burns and tar left behind by the smoke.

now, because he can still register temperature, it's not often he'll do things like, use the prosthetic to grab a hot plate out of the microwave. it was built like this to not only help AVOID situations like forgetting that his other hand is not metal, but also to help aid in PROTECTING it. the thing's not indestructible, and they didn't want him treating it as such. while it's not necessarily fragile, it still has it's limits, like any machine. but, in more pressing situations, he has used it's higher melting point and stress resistance to his advantage.

but, speaking of damage: because of the way the arm is docked, it's typically all or nothing when it comes to both input and output. if he's not getting any sensory response, his arm is also going to be either limp or locked up, unable to control it ( which one depends on how the arm was disabled — it will go limp when properly disconnected from the base, but it will seize up if it's damaged beyond use while connected ). so he hasn't had the exact scenario occur that you stated above, in passing something hot or cold between hands.

BUT, i will say because of this, there was one time a short in a wire caused jesse to be latched onto the handle of the communal fridge for an hour before someone realized he was missing.

[shadowsshowdown]

Deus Ex: Human Revolution Shadow's Showdown: Chapter 1

The Grumpy Cerberus.

Detroit, Laura’s apartment.

It was late afternoon when Laura’s smartphone started to ring. She didn't want to answer the call, but Pritchard didn't like to wait either. Besides, she needed a job, so playing too much with her boss wasn't a good way to keep it. Luckily Laura managed to know Frank enough during those few weeks of working under his command so that she was aware of how far can she push the line.

"Laura it's urgent! See you at my office, you've got 10 minutes!" Frank yelled from a loudspeaker as he always does.

Laura was forced to leave reading her favourite book about hacking tricks for later. She lazily put it back on the table and finished cold coffee. „Archn3rd0 can wait a few minutes. There’s always a lot of fuss about nothing.” She thought while slipping into a green turtleneck, and a blue high-waist skirt. „Farewell, comfy clothes.” That’s what seemed to express her face. Finding shoes was a great challenge. Laura’s apartment may be luxurious, and not cheap at all, but at least she can keep it messy because nobody visits her. Laura Werner talking to you live from… Mordor. That's a good way to describe this mess.

"Stalker, you idiot!" She growled with fury at her black cat. Because of him, she would almost lose her teeth.

Fighting with long, brown-reddish hair consumed most of the precious time. Frank interrupted that battle with text messages. Asshole sent ten of them within a minute. Finally, she pinned hair in a bun, giving the final touch with a magnolia-shaped hairpin. Soon Laura was ready to go. With few books under her arm and a file in her teeth, she locked the door with the key. Miss Werner was an old-fashioned girl, a weirdo, they say. Going down the staircase, she heard the Newmans yelling at each other. The Cornwel family apparently had a party downstairs. Loud music was pouring out on the corridor, mixed with laughing and raised voices. Maybe she would drop by, but the track list wasn't really what Laura likes the most.

Before walking down the wide street, she looked ahead, admiring the Chiron apartment building for a moment.

„They have such a great life.” Thought with a heavy sigh.

On the way to her working place, she was passing by a dark alley, where groups of shady types were making the deals. The reek of weed, cigarettes, and spilled beer was terribly annoying. She always tried to avoid places like this one. You can't tell what those guys can be capable of. Prostitutes were leaning against the walls of gloomy skyscrapers raised on both sides of the road. People were talking about the weather, politics, and mostly about augs. Some of their chatting were muffled by passing cars. Laura looked up, longing for the blue sky, which was barely visible because of dense clouds.

„When I’ll be old I want to live in a small house with a garden, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I will sit on the porch, drink cocoa, and stroke the cat occupying my knees.” Warm thought made her smile to herself for a short moment. Sadly, these are only dreams.

She hated all those blinding lights, neons screaming from every corner with advertisements, electronic books, and newspapers. Everything. Good old days are gone - That was the greatest sadness consuming her thoughts. What’s more, she’s alone here in Detroit and not eager to make any new friends. The mission must be completed, and after that, she’ll be gone for good.

Sarif Industries headquarters - The monument of a new era, a place where all of your dreams come true. If you have money of course. Laura passed by the wing-shaped installation lit with bright yellow lights and followed to the front door.

“Great world, here I come!” She almost screamed out loud when the glass door opened before her.

Sarif Industries headquarters. Lobby.

Two months, before the first attack.

Forget, disappear, do not exist. She wanted it so much at that moment, the moment that changed her life forever…

Nothing extraordinary used to happen on the way from the door to the escalator. And Laura didn't expect that something will today. Same as yesterday, and days before, she was passing by some workers busy with gossiping about unimportant things, security guards keeping order, and people coming to sign contracts to supply prostheses from Sarif Industries. Today, however, everything was completely different.

"Do not use this code!" She screamed at her colleague through the speaker of her smartphone. "Do I speak a foreign language? Didn't I make myself clear enough?!" She pressed. "Great!" She muttered, ending the call. "Idiot…"

At the same time, Laura felt like she was bumping into something or someone. A pile of books fell on the floor and scattered around her feet. She lost the grip on the paper coffee mug so it soared up high, pouring out the wet brownish content. She momentarily saw that big, wet stain on a dark brown, cotton turtleneck and part of a black coat. Her body seemed to scream an order to run away as far as she could and hide deep underground. But she couldn't. She was just standing like a pillar of stone, unable to move or say anything. She must have looked stupid at that moment, but the victim didn't seem to notice.

"From zero to zero cool? The code has you? The dark side of the code?" Laura heard his voice for the first time in her life and it was the sweetest melody she’s ever experienced. He was kneeling in front of her, mumbling book titles like nothing really happened. "Working with Pritchard is quite a challenge, miss…" He paused and raised his head up giving Laura a long careful stare with his hypnotic blue-gray eyes.

"Werner" She replied after a moment of silence. "Laura Werner. I am very sorry, Mr. Jensen. I really am. I'll pay for the cleaning, please send me the bill."

Adam was so formal and cold, but yet there was something that pushed her towards him. Luckily she did some research, and thanks to this she knew something about him.

"Nothing really happened." He replied with a rough tone of the head of security. "Was your boss the one you were yelling at?" Jensen asked handing over her books.

"No, not at all. After all, he's my boss, I'd get fired for such impertinence. I like my job so..." Hearing every spoken word Laura realized that she’s talking without any sense.

“So, you work in Cyber Security and I don't know you, but you know me. How is that possible?” Adam has changed the subject smoothly, and his tone has become colder.

“I insist, Mr. Jensen. Your coat is dirty because of me.” She just tried to spin around that stain and buy some time, but Jensen wasn't fooled.

“We’re not talking about my clothes Miss Werner. I asked you a question, so please answer.” Listening to him was almost the same as talking with a cop during interrogation at the police station. The only difference is that Adam is handsome as hell and most of those flatfeet not.

“It's simple." She shrugged. "Sarif Industries has many employees in the CSec, but there is only one head of security – You, Mr. Jensen.” Laura said without hesitation, looking straight into his eyes.

“Point for you, Mrs. Werner.”

For the first time, she felt victorious, but it’s only a false feeling. Jensen agreed with her what’s more, he must be tired cause making such a trivial mistake doesn’t fit his professional look.

“Miss.” She couldn’t resist and pointed to that mistake, though she didn't manage to baffle him. Adam was so determined, almost desperate to know the truth, and nothing could possibly stop him from doing so.

“Miss...” Jensen repeated slowly like he had realized his failure. “So how long have you worked at Sarif Industries, and why I know nothing about it?!” His voice changed from ice cold to thunder strike. Laura felt overwhelmed and cornered with one swift stroke. What if he already knows the truth? Impossible...

“I...” She started slowly, trying to choose her words carefully. There’s no place for a mistake. This is now or never.

“The clock is ticking, Miss Werner." He urged.

She felt that her legs are bending under the weight of his words like a willow tree. Laura didn't know what to say exactly, because no one had ever asked her about such unimportant things. He interrogated the suspect with a precision of an old cop, or maybe he used to be one?

“Since the simplest question remains unanswered, the rest of the conversation will take place at my office and I’m afraid that personal search is unavoidable.” It was hard to say if he just tried to scare her off or simply he was serious. Before she regained control, an unexpected rescue appeared.

She was more or less 5'2 tall, green-eyed brunette, wearing a fancy grayish tunic, black leggings, and high heels. With no doubt, she had a big impact on Adam’s behavior cause suddenly he smoothly transformed into a nice guy. If Laura was not mistaken in her evaluation, this is doctor Reed.

“Finally, Megan” Adam sighed with disapproval. “You said it would take you five minutes, and that was a quarter of an hour ago.” He complained.

“Oh Adam, you know that my research is important and everything has to be done perfectly before DC.” Megan tried to explain herself and her sweet talking made him melting like snow in the spring. “I’m free to go now, you must be starving.”

“Mhm, I am. But we'll drop by into my apartment on the way to the restaurant. I have to get changed.” After saying this, Jensen looked at Laura once more. „We’ll end this conversation tomorrow at my office, Miss Werner.” She wanted so badly to just stick out her tongue at him or say something stupid, but playing with this grumpy Cerberus was simply unwise.

She gazed at Adam until his silhouette had disappeared, then she sighed with relief, leaning her back towards the tall neon cuboid with an advertisement of Neuropozine. She’s been watching Jensen carefully since the beginning of their conversation. Without a doubt, he was a grumpy professionalist with a poker-face, who knew his job very well. He was rough in his relations with strangers and seemed to be inaccessible, but every firewall can be bypassed. All you have to do is take the right approach, and he will eat from her hand. If this is a "Song of Ice and Fire" then Laura is the fire that will melt the ice. She promised herself to destroy the wheel and break the chains. Adam won’t stop Laura from doing her job.

Yet with every second, a strange, unknown feeling was growing stronger and it was hard to fight with. She couldn’t resist it much longer, but the message codded in her mind reminded her that superiors don’t pay for fondness. She’s a hacker, the best one, and getting pieces of information is what she’s good at. Laura stood a while longer, looking at Sarif’s face smiling at her from another tall cuboid advertising this company. Finally, she considered that pushing the line further is very risky, and may evolve into an unwanted storm, so she stepped onto the escalator which took her to the first floor, straight into her boss's jaws.

All  chapters can be found: [AO3], [dA], [Wattpad] and [Tumblr]

[thevapegiantt]

Exploring the World of Disposable Vapes: Convenience Meets Affordability

In recent years, disposable vapes have surged in popularity, becoming a go-to option for both seasoned vapers and newcomers. With their convenience, affordability, and variety, they cater to a wide range of preferences. If you’re looking for a “disposable vape near me” or seeking the best disposable vape, this article will guide you through what to consider when making your purchase.

What Are Disposable Vapes?

Disposable vapes are single-use electronic cigarettes designed for convenience. Pre-filled with e-liquid, they come with a built-in battery and require no refilling or charging. Once the e-liquid is depleted, users simply dispose of the device, making them an ideal option for those who want a hassle-free vaping experience. Their compact size also makes them perfect for on-the-go use.

The Appeal of Cheap Disposable Vapes

One of the most attractive features of disposable vapes is their affordability. Cheap disposable vapes are widely available and often come at a fraction of the cost of traditional vaping devices. This accessibility makes it easy for anyone to try vaping without committing to a more expensive setup. You can find budget-friendly options that still deliver great flavor and satisfying nicotine hits.

However, when opting for cheaper alternatives, it’s essential to ensure that you’re still purchasing from reputable brands. Quality should not be sacrificed for cost; look for options that have received positive reviews and have a track record of safety and reliability.

Finding the Best Disposable Vape

When searching for the best disposable vape, consider several factors:

Flavor Variety: Many brands offer an extensive range of flavors, from fruity options like mango and strawberry to classic tobacco and mint. This variety allows users to choose according to their personal taste.

Nicotine Strength: Disposable vapes come in various nicotine strengths, catering to different preferences. Whether you prefer a strong hit or a milder experience, there’s something available for everyone.

Puff Count: Different models offer varying puff counts, typically ranging from 200 to 1,500 puffs. For those who vape frequently, opting for a higher puff count can provide better value for money.

Design and Ergonomics: While functionality is key, the design also matters. Look for a vape that feels comfortable to hold and use, as well as one that fits easily into your pocket or bag.

Brand Reputation: Researching brands is crucial. Look for companies known for their quality control and positive customer feedback. This will ensure that you’re getting a product that is both enjoyable and safe.

Conclusion

As the vaping industry continues to evolve, disposable vapes remain a popular choice for many. Their combination of convenience, affordability, and variety makes them an excellent option for anyone looking to explore vaping. Whether you’re searching for a disposable vape near me or trying to find the “best disposable vape,” it’s important to consider your preferences and choose a product that suits your needs.

For a diverse selection of disposable vapes, be sure to check out The Vape Giant. With an array of flavors and reliable options, you’re sure to find the perfect vape for your lifestyle.

[nicohitvape]

Disposable vape guides

Vaping has become a craze and gained popularity over the last

decade. Recently it has been witnessed that most youngsters are

gradually weaning away from cigarette smoking and are fascinated

with vaping. Vaping gives a lot of choices to the vapers who can

choose delectable flavors from the shelf and control their nicotine

intake too. Nicohit E-liquid has a wide range of disposable vape

flavors, one can visit the website nicohit.co.uk.

What are Disposable vapes? 

Disposable vapes are the outcomes of advanced technology and are

a blessing for those who want to have smooth and hassle-free

vaping. Disposable vapes are commonly referred to as e-cigarettes.

This device is super easy to use for anyone but for those who are

beginners. It is an electronic device and not much time or

understanding is required to assemble it. It is operated with the help

of a battery and an amount of vape juice is already there. Once the

battery is discharged or e-liquid is consumed, an indication to discard

and indulge in a new one. Nicohit E liquids are available in many

varieties and sumptuous flavors from Flerbar such as Disposable

vape Apples, bananas, and mojito plum. Another range at Nicohit

which is most sought-after is the Nasty mix which is a sinful

combination of fruits with sugar.

Anatomy of Disposable vape

The disposable vape constitutes: 

Battery which gives power to the device

Coil which consumes the e-liquid which provides heat to the

device 

A pod, which contains the e-liquid, and nicotine flavorings. 

A mouthpiece through which one can inhale the vapors. 

Notable differences between Disposable and traditional devices

1. Design: Traditional vapes are reusable devices that require

regular maintenance and replacement of parts such as coils,

tanks, and batteries. Disposable vapes, are designed for one-

time use and are discarded after the e-liquid runs out or the

battery gets discharged.

2. Convenience: Since Disposable vapes are a one-time affair in

terms of battery and E-liquid they are more convenient than

traditional vapes as they don't require any maintenance or

charging. They are a boon for new vapers trying to adjust to

vaping after quitting smoking.

3. Nicotine levels: Disposable vapes generally have higher

nicotine levels than traditional vapes, they are meant to be

used for shorter periods and with less frequency.

4. Flavor: Traditional vapes offer a wide array of flavors with

different strengths and variations in sweetness. Disposable

vapes provide a limited range of flavors with a lot of nicotine

strength and sweetness.

5. Cost: Disposable vapes are generally cheaper than traditional

vapes. However, if you use them frequently, the cost can add

up over time. Traditional vapes have a higher upfront cost but

can be more cost-effective in the long run as they can be

reused and maintained

The downside of using Disposable vapes

There are ample advantages to using disposable vapes but there are

a few flaws too. The disposable vape though is cheaper than the

traditional ones but in the long run, it is not a cheap way and does

burn a hole in the pocket. Generally, disposable vapes can range

from around £5 with some more high-end options costing more.

Additionally, it's important to consider the potential health risks

associated with vaping, as well as the environmental impact of

disposing of disposable vapes. 

Use of a disposable vape device

It does not require much effort and loads of instructions to operate a

disposable vape device. The device comes in a sealed package and

after opening it, activate the device by following the instructions on

the package, or in certain cases, it is automatically activated once

you start inhaling. Once the battery is discharged or runs out of

liquid, it is time to dispose of it.

Though as with everything disposable vapes have their pros and

cons. But still, it has ensured that many chain smokers have

smoothly transitioned to vaping without much hassle.

Nicohit E-liquid provides a diverse range of vape juices and

disposable vapes and is one of the prominent wholesale suppliers in

the UK.

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Old and New News - Jul. 8 -

How much of art is someone reminding themselves they're going to die? If it's this summer than none of it.

The now is about living, breathing, walking, spending, waking up late, having less money, learning to show up on time, sweating [it is warm out], making coffee at the dorm, taking as many small bites as possible, playing point and click mystery games, falling out of love with misery ( i think we've broken up), dessert cigarettes, alcohol-free mouth wash, collecting cards to keep your moments, various medical procedures, an on and off crush for a corporate retirement, afternoons at the pier, the foam dissolving after crashing into the shore, meeting your online friends after 7 years, a friend's honest understanding, pictures from your family's vacation, trying to remember the tops of every building, finding a place to sit, "have I seen you before?", cameos in scripted interviews, trying to get 9 people to agree on a restaurant, finding air conditioning, 8 hour Saturday art classes, laughing about ham and cheese on a roll, trying to explain your internship, doing your homework earlier, being a part of others' projects, two trips to the movies in one week, colors, aura, cheap pizza, expensive drinks, a revitalized interest in electronic music, your shoes falling apart when you're being too harsh, the smell of cinnamon, trapezoids, questions about the collar bone, the same 36 dollars swing dancing around venmo accounts, making fun of the intern bar, not so much wearing a backpack, that one green album, that one song about karma, that one feeling about growing up, that one moment where everything changed, then the next, then the next, then when life went on, then when i couldn't find a place to get a haircut, when i started calling my dad, when i overpaid for strawberry matcha, then the next one, when i didn't know what eschatology means, when i spent the whole day thrifting and didn't buy anything, and when i learned to smile in pictures...

next i'm buying a water bottle.

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Are Vapes Allowed on Planes? Your Ultimate Guide to Puffing on the Go

Traveling by air can be a high-stress experience, especially for vapers who are unsure about the rules surrounding their beloved e-cigarettes. The skies may be friendly, but the rules about vaping can be anything but clear. So, are vapes allowed on planes? Grab your carry-on and join us on this entertaining and informative journey through the clouds as we unravel the mysteries of vaping at 30,000 feet. Spoiler alert: you might want to leave your cloud-chasing ambitions on the ground! Packing Your Vape Gear – The Dos and Don'ts Vape Gear in Your Carry-On First things first, let's talk about packing. The Transportation Security Administration (TSA) has a few rules that vapers need to follow. According to TSA guidelines, you can carry your e-cigarette and vape pens in your carry-on luggage. However, there are a few caveats. Lithium batteries, the lifeblood of your device, must also be in your carry-on. This rule is in place because lithium batteries have a nasty habit of catching fire. And let's face it, nothing ruins a flight faster than an impromptu fire drill at 30,000 feet. So, pack those batteries in your carry-on and keep the skies friendly! Liquids and E-Juice Regulations Now, what about those deliciously flavored e-juices? The TSA has you covered here too, but not without its quirks. E-liquids fall under the same liquid restrictions as shampoo, lotion, and that mysterious bottle of cologne you never use. This means each container should not exceed 3.4 ounces (100 milliliters), and all your liquids should fit into a single quart-sized, clear plastic bag. Sure, it sounds like a lot of rules, but think of it as a mini-game of Tetris. And remember, a well-packed bag is a happy bag! The In-Flight Vaping Rules – Turbulence Ahead Vaping in the Lavatory Alright, you've successfully navigated security. Now comes the tricky part – the flight itself. As tempting as it might be to sneak a quick puff in the lavatory, resist the urge. Airplane smoke detectors are no joke. They're incredibly sensitive and designed to detect even the smallest amount of smoke or vapor. If you set off the alarm, you'll not only face the wrath of the flight crew but also a hefty fine. Plus, you might find yourself explaining your actions to airport security upon landing. So, let's keep those vape clouds grounded and enjoy the flight without any additional turbulence. Friendly Skies, Strict Rules Airlines are pretty clear on their stance: vaping is strictly prohibited on flights. This includes all forms of electronic smoking devices, whether you're in first class or back in the cheap seats. The ban is in place to ensure the comfort and safety of all passengers. Besides, no one wants to sit next to a human fog machine for several hours. So, put your vape pen away, sit back, relax, and maybe enjoy an in-flight movie instead. Trust us, it's better than facing the stern look of a flight attendant. Navigating Layovers – To Vape or Not to Vape? Airport Designated Smoking Areas Layovers can be a mixed bag. On one hand, they give you a break from the confines of the plane; on the other, they can be a challenge for vapers. Most airports have designated smoking areas where you can legally vape. These areas are typically outside the terminal, so you might need to go through security again. It's a bit of a hassle, but hey, it's a chance to stretch your legs and get some fresh (or not-so-fresh) air. Just follow the signs or ask an airport employee to point you in the right direction. International Layovers and Local Laws When you're traveling internationally, things can get even more complicated. Each country has its own set of rules regarding vaping. For instance, in some countries, vaping is completely banned, while others might have more lenient regulations. Before you start your journey, it's a good idea to research the vaping laws of your destination and any layover countries. This will save you from any unpleasant surprises and ensure that you stay on the right side of the law. Remember, when in doubt, it's better to ask than to risk a fine or confiscation of your gear. Post-Flight – Puffing and Recharging Arrival at Your Destination Congratulations! You've made it through the flight without incident. Now, it's time to get back to your vaping routine. Most airports have designated smoking areas where you can finally take that much-needed puff. However, before you start blowing clouds, make sure you're aware of the local laws and regulations. Some places have strict anti-smoking and vaping laws, and you don't want to start your trip with a run-in with local authorities. A quick Google search or a chat with a local can save you a lot of trouble. Recharging and Relaxing Once you've settled into your hotel or Airbnb, it's time to recharge – both yourself and your vape. Find a cozy spot, plug in your device, and take a moment to relax. You've earned it! Traveling can be stressful, but with a little planning and patience, you can enjoy your vape without any hassles. So, sit back, take a deep breath (of fresh air), and enjoy your trip. And remember, the next time you're asked, "Are vapes allowed on planes?" you'll be the one with all the answers. Conclusion Navigating the world of vaping while traveling by air can be tricky, but it's not impossible. This ultimate guide offers a humorous and relaxed approach to understanding the do's and don'ts of flying with vape gear. From packing your e-cigarettes and e-liquids in your carry-on to respecting in-flight no-vaping policies, this guide covers all the bases. It also highlights the importance of being aware of local laws during layovers and at your destination. With careful planning and adherence to regulations, you can enjoy a smooth and stress-free travel experience, vape in hand (or in carry-on). Safe travels and happy vaping! FAQs 1. Can I bring my vape on a plane? Yes, you can bring your vape on a plane, but there are specific guidelines you need to follow. Vapes and e-cigarettes must be packed in your carry-on luggage, not in your checked baggage, due to the fire risk associated with lithium batteries. Additionally, e-liquids must comply with the TSA's liquid restrictions, meaning each container should be no larger than 3.4 ounces (100 milliliters) and all containers must fit into a single quart-sized, clear plastic bag. 2. Can I use my vape during the flight? No, you cannot use your vape during the flight. Vaping is strictly prohibited on all airlines. Attempting to vape, even in the lavatory, can trigger smoke alarms and result in severe consequences, including fines and potential legal action. It’s best to respect the rules and enjoy your flight without attempting to vape. 3. Where can I vape during a layover? During a layover, you can usually vape in designated smoking areas at the airport. These areas are often located outside the terminal, meaning you might need to go through security again to re-enter the airport. Always follow the signs to the smoking areas or ask airport staff for directions to avoid vaping in restricted areas and potentially facing fines. 4. Are there different vaping rules for international flights? Yes, vaping rules can vary significantly for international flights, especially concerning layovers and your destination country. Each country has its own regulations regarding vaping, with some countries having stricter laws than others. It’s important to research the vaping laws of your destination and any countries where you have layovers to ensure compliance and avoid any legal issues. 5. What should I do with my vape upon arrival at my destination? Upon arrival, you should locate the designated smoking areas at the airport to use your vape. Additionally, familiarize yourself with the local vaping laws and regulations to avoid fines or confiscation of your vape gear. A quick online search or asking a local can help you understand where and when you can legally vape in your destination. Read the full article

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Cheap Cigarettes in Australia

A 20 pack of cigarettes in Australia will burn a hole in your wallet. The price is so high that criminal groups are smuggling them into the country via air cargo and passenger luggage.

A tax increase large enough to ensure that packs of cigarettes reach critical price points would prompt many smokers to seriously consider quitting. This is especially true for low- and medium-SES smokers.

Cheapest Brands

Despite the fact that it’s possible to find cheapest cigarettes in Australia, you should be aware that tobacco taxes are quite high. Consequently, it’s important to choose your brand wisely.

Increasing the cost of cigarettes is one of the most effective strategies for decreasing smoking rates among young people, according to experts. However, the effect of price increases is not universal and differs across subgroups of the population.

In addition, tobacco taxes in Australia are higher than in most other upper-middle and lower-middle income countries (see Figure 13.4.3). It is also worth noting that the affordability of roll-your-own tobacco pouches has deteriorated over time. However, this trend stalled in 2017 because of the introduction of smaller pouch sizes with a lower upfront purchase price.

Cheapest Prices

With tobacco taxes rising in Australia, many smokers are turning to cheaper foreign imports. Illicit tobacco is smuggled into Australia through sea and air cargo and passenger luggage. It has been linked to organised crime and is often made using sub-standard production processes. This can pose risks to human health, and has been linked to smuggled drugs and weapons.

While annual increases in tobacco excise have helped to reduce smoking, they have not done so without disproportionately impacting certain subgroups. This includes low income groups. In fact, on a relative income basis, Australia is sixth out of 32 high-income countries (see Blecher and Van Walbeek).

Smokers in these groups would pay a disproportionate share of their incomes to increase government revenues. They may find it difficult to afford the price hikes and therefore be less likely to quit or stop smoking altogether.

Variety of Flavors

Cigarette prices are continually increasing as part of the government’s mission to drain smokers’ bank accounts. The government also plans to tax loose-leaf and rollyour-own tobacco products. These measures will likely drive many smokers to decrease their consumption or quit entirely.

This is why it’s no surprise that Motley Crue singer Tommy Lee was shocked when

he saw the prices at a 7-Eleven in Australia. Lee shared his disbelief on Instagram, drawing attention from skeptics who pointed out that tobacco taxes are the main reason why buy cigarettes online cost so much.

Cigarette affordability is best assessed by comparing prices to people’s ability to earn them. On this measure, Australians pay the fourth highest price for a pack of cigarettes. In fact, it takes Australians on average wages almost an hour to earn enough money to purchase a pack of 20 cigarettes from the most popular brands sold at recommended retail prices.

Convenience

As a result, the demand for electronic cigarettes has increased significantly. Many people in Australia are turning to vaping for their health and convenience. However, they must be careful to choose a trusted provider like ecChoice. They offer a wide range of vaporisers and liquids at affordable prices.

In contrast, the Australian cigarette market is expensive for all smokers. It ranks sixth among 32 high-income countries for price per pack of cigarettes, behind Singapore, Hong Kong, Ireland and Norway (Table 13.4.2).

In addition to the hefty prices, Australia has one of the world’s highest tobacco taxes. This makes it very difficult for young people to afford a pack of cigarettes. This is a major factor in preventing youth smoking.

Safety

The high price of cigarettes has been a key reason why smoking rates among young people have declined in Australia. This policy has been supported by both sides of politics and by many health experts. But concerns about the unequal impacts of tobacco taxes on disadvantaged groups have been raised by some.

According to the global price comparison website Numbeo, Australia is the most expensive country in the world in which to smoke. A pack of 20 Marlboros costs close to US$36.

This is particularly concerning for disadvantaged groups, as evidence suggests that their uptake of smoking is linked to the availability of pocket money and other income sources. This is reflected in the fact that, on average, a cigarette packs makes up about one-third of young people’s weekly expenses.