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copycatupholsteryflorida · 2 years ago

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Pontoon seat covers for damaged seats

You may wonder what a pontoon boat is. Recreational boats known as pontoons are one type that rely on them for buoyancy. Because to advancements in the design and use of pontoons, boat dealers have recently brought them back into the spotlight. They have historically been quite leisurely, which makes them ideal for outdoor activities like fishing, sunbathing, and even partying. Pontoon boats for sale today move far more quickly than they did in the past. Several manufacturers are able to provide a luxurious pontoon boating experience with high-end interiors due to the design's simplicity. But even the most basic contemporary pontoon boats can turn as sharply as vessels with fiberglass hulls. These boats are typically between 14 and 30 feet long.

Pontoon Boat Seats

A pontoon boat is a wonderful way to spend time with family and friends and is ideal for exploring quiet, landlocked rivers. The deck of the boat is supported by pontoons, which increase its buoyancy and make the recreational area safer. Compared to other boat designs, pontoon boats often have greater usable deck space, allowing for the installation of bench seats, lounge chairs, stand-up bars, and sunbeds.

Types of Pontoon Boat Seats

Comfort is important when choosing boat seats for a pontoon-based vessel because pontoon boats are primarily leisure watercraft. Pontoon boat seat covers are frequently modular so that a space-efficient configuration can be created. But, smaller boats could gain by installing folding boat seats to add more sitting in the confined spaces of the boat. Pontoon boat benches have hollow, frequently hinged-lid designs that provide additional equipment storage. Contemporary bench seats are lighter than earlier model plywood boat seats since they are made of pressured wood or high-density plastic. For greater comfort, the seats typically have substantial cushions with waterproof covering.

Protecting Vinyl Boat seats for pontoon

All boaters who live in Florida have to deal with the sun's harmful effects. All materials will ultimately fade, dry out, and crack due to exposure to the sun's rays, whether it is their skin, their boat's gelcoat, or their vinyl seats. Maintaining your boat's vinyl seats is the greatest way to extend their lifespan. Marine grade vinyl is a tough, waterproof material that should be allowed to breathe, much like leather. Using harsh chemicals will not only remove the material's exterior layer of protection; they will also seep into its pores and weaken its structural integrity.

The easiest approach to preserve your seats is to wash them with warm water, a soft bristles brush, and either a marine grade vinyl cleaner or a mixture of mild dish soap like Dawn or Ivory. Apply a thin layer of a vinyl protectant to seal the material and create a layer of sun protection when the seat has completely dried. Never use abrasives or strong chemicals like Goo B Gone, Formula 409, Murphy Soap, degreasers, kerosene, gasoline, or acetone on stains like blood, oils and grease, mustard and ketchup, bird droppings, or residues from sunscreen or insect repellents. Blood stains and other certain stains (mustard, ketchup, suntan lotions) can be easily cleaned with a quick swipe of cold water or mild soap and water if they are addressed right away.

Maintaining Pontoon Boat Seats

Pontoon boats' seats are frequently exposed to water because they are frequently used for swimming, skiing, and other water sports. Pontoon boat seats are waterproof, but if not properly maintained, they are still susceptible to growing mold and mildew over time. After every trip, pontoon boat seats need to be cleaned to avoid further problems. Before storing the seat, clean it with warm water and a light soap, and let it completely dry. To remove mildew spots, expert’s advice using non-chlorine based spray mold remover and a soft sponge. Mold colonies encased in seams and cracks are disintegrated by the spray and removed using a sponge. To get rid of mold, avoid using a scrub brush or scratchy sponge. The upholstery gets minor scratches as a result.

Seat Covers for Pontoon Boat

If you have trouble utilizing a mooring cover, seat covers might be an excellent option. They are utilized as an addition to the mooring cover that would ordinarily protect furniture. The unique covers for each item of furniture on the yacht are precisely what they sound like. These covers just protect the seats and helm, not the floor at all. Yet, they are more manageable than the substantial, single-piece morning cover. Seat covers will take just as long to install on the whole boat as a mooring cover does, while being simpler to use. If they wish to take a fast cruise without having to uncover and recover the entire boat, sailors frequently prefer this option. Seat covers are sometimes available as an option from the factory for pontoons. If you don't, there are outside sellers who will fit your pontoon boat's seat covers specifically. If there was only me and one other person on the boat, I found the seat coverings on my old pontoon boat to be useful. We didn't have to uncover and recover the entire boat only for a short sail because we could simply slip a cover off of one or two seats.

Cover Your Bases

Your pontoon boat can be maintained in a variety of ways to keep it largely dry and spotless. You've got a winner if you can locate a cover that works effectively and doesn't make you frustrated at the conclusion of each covering session. Regarding boat covers, everyone has different tastes. You can discover a product on the market that best meets your demands, whether you want snaps or clips, a full one-piece canvas or individual seat covers. Although pontoon boat manufacturers are continuously trying to make this process as simple as possible, it's safe to say that it's one of the least enjoyable aspects of boating. If you're having trouble deciding how to cover your pontoon boat.

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avijitdigitalhub · 3 years ago

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5 Easy Hacks to Wash Burnt Kitchen Utensils

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Did you keep the stove on for too long under your pan and now are left with a sizeable burnt stain on it? No need to bat an eye. The best dish wash bar dealer and supplier in Kolkata brings you 6 easy hacks to make your burnt kitchen utensils shine like never before.

6 Easy Hacks to make your Burnt Utensils Shine

1. Pour some Wine – If you have some aged wine in your home, you are in luck. Pour some of it on the burnt pan and allow it to sit for some time. After a few minutes, the black stains will disappear.

2. Use Vinegar – Fill the burnt utensil with water and add a cup of vinegar into it. Let it soak overnight and clean it up the following day. In the morning, clean the vessel with regular soap.

3. Boil detergent powder – Fill the burnt utensil with water and 2 – 3 tbsp detergent powder. Let the mixture boil in the burnt utensil for 15 – 20 minutes. Drain the water and gently scrub the burnt particles away.

4. Onion - Fill the burnt utensil with water. Peel off five to six onion skins and drop them in the water. Put the utensil on the stove, close the lid and turn the knob to high flames. Let it boil for 20 to 30 minutes. Remove the utensil from the stove and clean the surface with regular soap.

5. Baking Soda – Soak the utensil in warm lemon water for an hour, then scrub the burnt area in a circular motion with baking soda. It will get rid of the burnt stain.

6. Carbonated drinks - Pour any carbonated drink like cola into the burnt utensil and let it simmer on a low flame for few minutes. You will see the black stains will disappear in no time, says the best dish wash bar dealer and supplier in Kolkata.

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bodhibhavanskolkata · 3 years ago

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A dishwash bar manufacturer Company in West Bengal provides tips to remove tea stains from cups.

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southeastchemicals · 3 years ago

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The best dish wash bar dealer and supplier in Kolkata brings you 6 easy hacks to make your burnt kitchen utensils shine like never before.

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apennyforyourthought13 · 4 years ago

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When I was 18 I worked at a restaurant. A small local place that doesn’t exist anymore. I washed dishes until about 9 o’clock at night and then I walked home. My parents never taught me how to drive. One night I was wearing a shirt that simply said “Hug dealer”. When I saw the shirt at Spencer’s a few days before I thought it was perfect. Well this particular night a man came into the restaurant and sat at the bar. As I was leaving that night he was standing out the front door. He looked at me smirked and said “where’s my hug?” I’m not one to freeze under pressure but this was a different feeling. I smiled and said I don’t hug strangers and started walking home. When I was a few buildings away from my workplace I noticed he was headed in the same direction. So instead of taking my usual route (which was safe but not very populated) I took the busiest way home. I was halfway home before he turned around. The worst part is if he had followed me any longer I would have had no choice but turn into my dark, not populated neighborhood.

When I was 19 I had my first serious boyfriend. I wasn’t a virgin but had never slept with someone I genuinely loved and this was first guy I had the opportunity to do so with. But when the moment came and I thought I was ready it felt wrong. I had a few drinks earlier that night and it hadn’t hit me til then. I told him how I felt and that I didn’t want to do anything anymore. He laughed at me and still did it. My parents were in the next room. That was the worst New Year’s I’ve ever experienced.

A few months later I was hanging out with a guy and he was hitting on me and when I told him I was not interested he asked me why. And for the first time I told someone about what happened to me a few months before. And he too laughed and then forced himself on me in his car.

Not even a week later a guy messaged me asking me out and when I said no he went on to harass me and my friends for weeks.

When I was 12 a guy in my band class grabbed my chest multiple times. I told some of my friends and they said it was just a game.

I don’t wear the “Hug Dealer” shirt anymore.

I don’t celebrate New Years anymore.

I hate getting into the backseat of cars.

I quit trying to play instruments.

The thing about this. That man at the restaurant did this so often when I talked to male coworkers about it they weren’t surprised. But they also never said anything to warn the women who worked there or they never said anything to him. When I tell people about the night of New Years and the car men say that I should’ve known better than to be alone with a man after what happened and women say they’ve been through the same thing or similar.

#feminism #97 percent #tw assualt #women #my story #me too #abusive men #yes all men #feminist #all woman

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afy2018 · 4 years ago

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She Prefers Wine

“There is no way anyone will fall for this, Fee,” Sarah huffed from her foster mother’s couch. “I mean, why can’t I just go?”

“Because we need you to go through the back and Sarah your way into the building. Besides, this is more fun. How does she look?”

Cosima emerged from the kitchen clad in one of Sarah’s leather jackets and a tight bun to mask her dreads. Gone were her pointed glasses with contacts in place so she could still see.

She tugged a bit at the jacket, complaining, “It’s a bit tight across the chest, do you just wear these open all the time?”

“See, I told you,” Felix smirked.

“Shut up,” his sister huffed, getting up to grab her keys. “Come on, let’s go.”

They drove to the function, Sarah tucked in the trunk of Felix’s car while he and Cosima switched between various genres of house and psychedelic music, all of which would most definitely be blared in a local gay bar. She always hated these covert missions, always annoyed to be type-cast as the idiot who breaks in while Cosima was stuck behind a computer or Allison needed to annoy people to death- or bury them in her garage. Being stuck in the trunk while not the more comfortable spot she’d been stuck in- was not the worst place she has had to hide. While reliving her life escaping from Mrs. S as often as she could manage, Sarah flew into the backseats as Felix came to a stop.

“A little softer stop next time, you arse,” she blurted from the trunk.

“This is your stop,” he responded.

“Then why did I have to hide in the trunk?” she asked crawling over the seats and out the backdoor.

“Come on, get into the spirit, agent Manning!” Cosima smiled.

“Well, it worked. I’m ready to slit someone’s throat.”

“Okay, okay, less slitting throats, more grab the money and ID cards then call me when you’re ready.”

“I still don’t know why you couldn’t just come with Cosima a Cosima and drop me off in the back?” Sarah wondered with her head between them.

“Wait, is that all she’s doing? So, I didn’t have to wear this off-brand Hot Topic outfit?” Niehaus asked.

“Watch it,” she warned.

“Let me have fun. Now go, there’s probably someone snooping about here,” he ushered, getting out of the alley to park their car. “Okay, getting into character, Cos, do you remember your signal phrase?”

“North and south- mouth,” she poorly mimicked.

“You’re trying to sound like Sarah, not the Artful Dodger,” Felix huffed. “You need a new phrase.”

“Or I could just not talk?”

“Sarah never shuts her mouth, you need a phrase.”

“Fine, but… I mean people will be drunk right?”

“Probably not that drunk. Try… north and south mouth?” She repeated to his mild satisfaction. “Just stay by my side.”

“Then people would be really suspicious,” Cosima commented in her accent. “This isn’t going to work.”

“It better. Come one.”

Walking to the entrance, Cosima asked, “How did you two get into this situation?”

“It was Sarah’s fault this time.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Fine, but it was mostly her fault. So, you know Vic has some connections-”

“I thought you were all done with Vic?”

“We are, god we are,” he muttered, “They just have some money and personal information on us.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if we didn’t go in there?”

“They’ll have proof that we didn’t go into the back room.”

“But they’ll know you were in the area?”

“But we didn’t break-in.” Felix pulled out a note and knocked on the door for the bouncer to open. “I’m quite ecstatic to see you here tonight Bobby.”

“It’s been a while since you two have reared your ugly heads,” he nodded, unlocking the note and taking Felix’s banknote. “But you still remembered the password, but not my phone number?”

“Oh, see, I lost it…” he shrugged, slipping past him to follow Cosima inside.

“That’s not a great excuse,” she whispered.

“He wanted a rope bunny triad, what was I supposed to do?”

“Say no thank you?”

“I was just planning on waiting until he broke up with Mel.”

“Oh, now I get it. So, just have fun and pretend to be Sarah until she calls you?”

“That’s the plan!” he smiled, tucking his valuables into his underwear and pulling out some glow in the dark make up. “Now for the finishing touches.”

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Just adding some color, don’t be such a prude,” he scoffed as he painted her face with intricate designs.

“Fine, as long as it doesn’t include glitter.”

“I agree,” he nodded, putting the makeup back in his jacket. “I’m also glad you said that after I put this stuff on you.”

“Felix?!” she protested on their way in.

“Go have fun, Sarah, socialize and… get something to drink.”

Cosima approached the bar, feeling leering eyes on her while the bartender served his customers. She muttered her signal phrase under her breath, practicing the two she was given.

“I guess they draw in more than just college students,” a clearly familiar voice jibed.

Cosima looked just past her shoulder, catching Delphine curiously trying to read her. She kept up the ruse, the accent coming quite naturally. “We both know you’re not a bloody student, eh Delphine?”

“I guess we all have our secrets, don’t we?” Cormier sensed, cocking her head at her partner’s words. “What are you doing here?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that since you’re not even from the area. How did you hear about it?”

“I hope I’m not blowing your cover,” she whispered, sliding over a bottle of beer, watching Cosima’s reluctant reaction to it before she took a quick swig.

“Look, I’d love to flirt with you, I bet I fit right into your type, huh, but I have more important affairs to deal with.”

Delphine furrowed her brows, smirking at her cheeky demeanor now masked by the darker cockney accent her clone had. She slid her hand across her back, feeling Cosima instinctively lean into her before pulling away, grinning at how easily she broke through her cover. It was quite enthralling, seeing Cosima put on this badass act. It made her want to whisk her away as Niehaus had done with her at the Neolution speech.

Cormier tugged at the lapel of her leather jacket, fixing the durable material and finished, “Fine, I’ll leave you be, just try not to get caught, they may mistake another for you.”

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Niehaus stripped off Sarah’s clothes in the backseat, struggling with her pants while her cohorts talked in the front seat.

“You’re sure no one saw you?” Felix asked his sister.

“Not a soul back there. They were having some sort of party in the break room, so I just snuck in. I saw you found a friend in there, Cos,” she directed to her clone.

“Who?” he turned around to ask.

“Delphine.”

“Oh? What was she doing there?”

“I honestly don’t know, should I ask her?”

“No, then she’d know it was you.”

“Okay,” Cosima huffed, pulling out her contact lenses. “Take a left at the next light for a shortcut. How did they even get your shit?”

The siblings glanced at one another for a few moments before Manning pressed, “Fee.”

“I may or may not have promised to be a dealer, but it was when I was eighteen.”

“Really?”

“I was young and bloody stupid,” he reasoned. “Look, here we are, thank you for your help tonight, we can give you a cut for your time.”

“Makeup, Cos,” Sarah reminded, wiping the remaining glitter from her cheeks and forehead.

“Why do I get myself into these situations?” she mumbled on her way. “Good night, guys.”

“You’re a good kid,” Felix noted.

Cosima shook her head in response, the door closing behind her as she jogged up the steps to her studio apartment on the sixth floor. Seeing the light bleeding out from under the door, a slight wave of relief washed over her with the scent of dinner wafting out of the room. She walked in and set her belongings in their popper place- her desk and closet- then went to the kitchenette.

“Do you deep clean your dishes?”

“Deep clean?”

“Yeah? To get the oils and the crasse off,” she casually explained, approaching with a pan. “You still have glitter on your face, Manning.”

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go--ask--alice · 4 years ago

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Exordium

It Started With a Kiss

[Author’s Note: The next three posts will be a continuation of a single event. They take place over the course of one night. It’s been broken up into three smaller parts.]

This is Alice and The Joker’s very first encounter. She had devised an intricate plan to sneak into The Grin & Bare It and come face to face with the man she’d been obsessed with for most of her adult life. After entering the club and making her way to a back storage room, she quietly snuck up to the area she knew J’s office resided. Everything almost ended before it began when a guard came upon her near the stairs. Alice played the “lost little girl” card and managed to get away from the guard with just a stern warning. When she finally found the correct door she was shocked to find it partially open. Peaking inside she found him. The Joker, sitting at the private bar, with his back to her. Summoning all her courage, she quietly stepped inside and laid a soft kiss to his pale cheek. Time seemed to stop as she waited for him to react. This was the moment that would ultimately seal her fate. She just didn’t know yet which direction it would lead her.

🃏 Joker

👑 Alice

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🃏 *Turns to see where the kiss came from with a stern face* To whom do I owe the pleasure of this… little peck?

👑 *Jumps back a bit and extends a hand tentatively.* That would be me Sir.. it’s a pleasure to meet you, sorry for invading your personal space so boldly. I.. well I just couldn’t help myself. *Turns a deep shade of red at being so bold.*

🃏 *Looks around to see if you came with any goons or companions.* So… *snarky tone* is it just you? Or do you have some friends waiting in the wings. *I clutch my cane as I look you up and down curiously*

👑 No.. no Sir. Just me.. is that alright? I hope I’m not getting anyone in trouble by being here? *Turns around to the door.* Well it was open and I knew you’d be in here, I just couldn't resist getting a glimpse of you.

🃏 *I smirk. I love having my ego stroked* And how did you just know I’d be in here? Why are you such a fan of the Clown Prince? I don’t exactly have a traditional fan club. One might think you’re a little… mad. *Walks around you slowly taking you in.*

👑 *I turn my head to follow as you move around me.* Well people talk. I just happen to pay attention to what they say, or sometimes more importantly what they choose not to say. *I stand a little taller.* And I wouldn’t call myself a traditional person. I like to seek out the strange and different. You Mr. J, have both those qualities in abundance. It’s very… appealing. *I give you a wink as you pass infront of me agian.*

🃏 Well aren’t you a brave little chatter box. *Cackles* Flattery will get you everyhere *Pins you to the bar but then reaches behind you for a glass and starts pouring a drink* How rude of me! Can I get you something?

👑 My apologies.. I tend to ramble on when I’m nervous. *My heart rate spikes as you pin me. You’re so very close.* Umm.. a drink? *My brain goes a bit fuzzy.* Something sweet? You pick Sir, dealers choice.

🃏 *So many dangerous concoctions come to mind but I contain my eagerness.* Do you like cherries? *We only have scotch at this bar. I’m the only one who drinks back here. It’s a private space so I decide that if you like cherries I’ll have to throw something sweet together for you using it.*

👑 Oh I love cherry! But please nothing too strong. I’m not much of a drinker.

🃏 How about a “blood and sand”? *I start mixing it in front of you licking my metal teeth* I’ll go easy on the scotch… what was your name?

👑 Hmm interesting, that sounds delicious! *I try to concentrate on watching you mix the drink but my eyes are glued to your mouth, your tongue sneaking out makes my knees go a little weak* Oh goodness! That is so rude of me! *I extended a hand.* Malice, well.. Alice really. But Malice just sounds so much more, I don’t know? Intriguing.

🃏 Well which is it doll face? *Chuckles* Or do you have split personalities? *Licks liquor off fingers and hands you the drink.*

👑 Well it’s really up to you I guess. But Alice is just fine. *I’m staring at your mouth again as I take the glass from your hand, my fingers barely grazing yours.* Looks delicious! *I take a small sip.* And tastes even better. Thank you!

🃏 Up to me? *Chuckles* We just met and I’m already making decisions for you? You want to know what I think? I think you have very, very good manners. And that part is Alice I don’t think I’ve met Malice just yet. *Cackles*

👑 *I raise my glass to you.* That Mr. J, is a very wise observation.

🃏 So… maybe I should call you Miss Manners instead. *Picks up your hand and kisses it.*

👑 That’s sweet, but really Alice is just fine. *A giggle escapes my mouth as you kiss my hand. I hold my breath, not wanting you to let go.*

🃏 Ok Alice it is. You can call me Mr. J if you like. *Snarls as I notice a henchmen walking by.* Excuse me. It’s hard to find good help these days. *Walks over to the henchmen laughing. As he laughs back I stab him in the neck with a pen and watch as he wriggles around spurting blood onto my shirt and pants. I walk back in removing my shirt.* Sorry about that little… interruption. Now where we’re we?

👑 *I nod, mouth hanging open.* Mr. J it is then. *I swallow hard as you growl at the passing henchman. Hoping he’s not the one to blame for me wandering into your private room.* I’m not actually interrupting anything am I?? *I back up til the bar hits my back.*

🃏 Ohhhhhhhh no no no not at all! *I start wringing my shirt out over the sink.* This is going to stain! *Growls* So… Miss Alice. *Removes pants and shoes and walks to a skinny closet removing another shirt and pants.* Tell me a little bit about yourself.

👑 Oh Mr. J you need to get those clothes into cold water if you want any chance of getting those stains out! Me? Hmm what’s there to really say? *Tries desperately not to stare as you undress infront of me.* There isn’t much of any interest about me, especially compared to someone like yourself.

🃏 I find that hard to believe. *Stares at you.* Do you happen to be good with getting stains out? I must say that I try to be careful but sometimes…

👑 Well I’m honestly a bit of a home body. I love to read. I’m good with my hands. *I step up to the sink next to you.* And yeah, you need to soak those is cold water and wash them immediately or they’ll be ruined!

🃏 *Watches you as you approach the sink. My hands start to tremble as the water turns on and you submerge the clothes underneath.* Good with your hands? Please…elaborate.

👑 *I let out an honest laugh.* Well I like to make things. I enjoying cooking, fixing things. I have an eye for detail. Ofcourse there is a whole other list of things I enjoy doing with my hands, but I don’t know if I should be so bold? Atleast not just yet. *I smile up at you.* Have any kind of soap back here?? You need to treat these stains fast or they’ll set.

🃏 *My mind is spinning, you may prove useful if I can trust you. I have been needing a woman’s touch around here although I will never admit it. I have been eating take out every day for the past month. I have been throwing clothing away and holding houses of couture hostage for replacements. Now if you could do laundry that would save me having to hold designers at gunpoint* I think we have something. *Sets dish soap in front of you.* How’s that? *Leans in to watch you work.*

👑 Hmm it’ll have to work.. *I squeeze the soap onto as many of the stains as I can, working it into a good lather.* Alright, you need to let this sit for a little while then it must be washed right away. I still can’t promise the stains will come all the way out. *I can feel you leaning over my shoulder, it makes me break out in goosebumps having you so very close.*

🃏 Are you cold? *I lean in closer* You have goosebumps. *I trail my finger over your arm and smile.*

👑 No.. not at all. I’m actually rather warm. *I can feel the blush creep up my neck. Just feeling your fingers trail over my skin is burning me up.*

🃏 *I turn my head into you slightly as I notice you flush. I can see that I’m having an affect on you and it makes me snarl. I’m like a tiger with prey in my sight.*

👑 *Hearing you snarl behind me is almost more than I can handle. I feel my knees buckle and I push away from the sink to give myself a moment to breathe. I’m practically panting as I try to avoid your piercing gaze.*

🃏 Say! Since you waltzed in here like a curious kitten. How would you like to stay a while? I need someone who can prove useful to me and I don’t know why, but I like you. *Points a finger shaking it like mad and laughing. My laugh becomes a devious cackle.*

👑 *The shock must be written on my face.* You want me? To stay? Mr. J, I don’t know what to say!! *A huge grin spreads across my face, my eyes alight.*

🃏 Well… don’t just stand there woman. *Growls* Make yourself useful. *Turns back and grins.*

👑 *I jump at your command* Umm what would you like me to do sir? I’m afraid I don’t really know my way around here too well. Would you give me a tour? *I put on the puppy eyes for you, hoping it will illicit another touch from you. I’m hopeful but I don’t want to press my luck.*

🃏 *Looks at watch and then back at you.* I’m a bit short on time doll. This will have to be quick. *Grabs your wrist and pulls you into the club.* This is The Grin & Bare It, pretty self explanatory no? *Squeezes your hand a little.*

👑 *Nods, taking in all the lights and sounds. I squeeze your hand back on reflex.*

🃏 *Pulls you roughly into the back office.* This is my office. *I lean on a large heavy wooden desk.* I come here to get a full view of the club. *Points to surveillance cameras.*

👑 *You practically drag me back through the door. I step around the desk to stand next to you, the cameras are all busy with movement.* Wow, that’s a lot of people… how do you manage this whole thing? You don’t do it alone, do you?? *I lean into one of the monitors, transfixed by the dancers swaying to the music.*

🃏 *I decide I’ve got a little more time when you show interest in the operations. My ego is swelling again as you mention the management of the club and the implication that it’s difficult.* You know it’s something I just take pride in. *Leans in to look with you making an insane face.* It’s quite the operation, but I believe that good employees should be rewarded, and I get rid of my bottom 10% monthly. I make sure they get a nice… “severance package” Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!

👑 So, was Mr. Bloodstain in the bottom 10% this month??

🃏 Precisely - you catch on quick Alice! *Grins and points to dancer in a cage* See that? They are a handful, always getting greedy, always developing…. problematic inclinations. But they are a necessary element. They entertain the sort of characters this club attracts. Thoughts?

👑 *I eye the dancers up, I feel a pang of something in my gut. Not jealous, but envy maybe that they are able to catch your eye. Even if it’s fleeting and problematic.* They seem very popular. Definetly a nessacary evil I suppose. So Mr. J when you asked me to stay, did you mean here exclusively? And how much time do you spend on the premises?

🃏 *Stares at you intensely.* Well I don’t want to… hold you against your will. I’d like it if you became key staff, with me. Of course I understand if that doesn’t work for you.

👑 Oh no! You misunderstand me! I want to stay! I was just curious.. *I turn away, knowing I’m turning red again.* I guess I was just wondering how much time I might get to spend well, with you?

🃏 You want to spend time with me? *Grins* Well. That. Is. A. First!

👑 Well silly, you are whole reason I snuck myself back to your private bar. *I catch myself from rolling my eyes at you.*

🃏 Did you just call me… silly??

👑 Just with all those pretty girls out there, I didn’t think you’d want to spend any time with me.

🃏 *Smiles* Well… No one out there has taken blood stains out of my shirt before.

👑 *I blink a few times* Ye-yes Sir I did..

🃏 You are lucky you are so beautiful… you should see that last guy who called me silly. *Cackles and pulls out a switchblade.*

👑 I hope I’m not overstepping any lines with you Mr. J.. *I lean up onto my tiptoes.* But I find you to be incredibly beautiful.. *I give you a small kiss on the cheek.* ..in a very powerful, masculine, dangerous way of course! *I give you a wink.*

🃏 *A fire burns inside me when you kiss my cheek. It’s so hot that I roll my neck back and purr. I grab your hand and pull you to the stairs and down to the garage.*

👑 *As you drag me behind you I blurt out.* Oh god.. I’m so so sorry.. I shouldn’t have done that…

🃏 *Drags you without saying anything, walking with purpose.*

👑 *I almost try to pull away, but you turn and the look in your eyes makes me have to catch my breath, it’s feral and dangerous.*

🃏 This is my car. *Points to purple lamborghi.* Get in. *Still staring at you with my chest heaving.* Don’t make me say it twice.

👑 *I hastily climb into the passenger side and sit. I nervously buckle myself in, still so unsure of your intentions.*

🃏 *I lean over your body and check to make sure you buckled yourself in correctly and then stop to hover over you with my lips inches from yours.*

👑 *I can’t even think straight with your mouth so very close to mine, the urge to lean forward and really kiss you is so strong.*

🃏 *I pull the lap belt tight and grin.* Can’t have you falling out. *And with that I peel out.* We are headed to my humble abode so I can complete the tour you so graciously asked for.

👑 *I giggle* Well aren’t you the full service type! I like that in a man.

🃏 I think we are going to get along Alice…*Looks you up and down as I park then opens your door.*

👑 Oh I sure hope so Mr. J. *I met your hungry stare, positive that you’re seeing the same look on my face.*

🃏 *Takes your hand.*

👑 Such a gentleman..

🃏 *Smirks* Welcome to the hideout!! *Massive mansion.* I trust you have discretion?

👑 Oh of course Sir. For my eyes and ears only!

🃏 Mmmm…. indeed *I pull you up the stairs, walk in and drop my blazer onto a chaise lounge.* Are you hungry? Thirsty?

👑 You seem so very eager to get me alone Mr J. *I follow behind you as quickly as I can, trying not to trip up the large staircase.*

🃏 *Snaps at you.* What are you saying? That I’m a common pervert?

👑 Oh never! *I step very close, looking up at you.* There is nothing common about you.. *I reach out and put a shaking hand on your chest.* And I don’t believe you want me to answer that question sir. What I hunger for may shock you.

🃏 You are quite the flirt my sweet. *Clutches your hand.*

👑 Oh you have no idea my dear.. *I raise our clasped hands and place a kiss on your ring.* So you going to show me more of this extravagant home of yours??

🃏 *Hands shaking as you kiss my ring. I want to devour you.* What would you like to see first doll?

👑 You alright Mr J?? You’re shaking a bit..

🃏 How about the living room?

👑 *I think for a moment.* Honestly? The kitchen! I live for those huge old fashion kitchens. I bet yours has every bell and whistle available!

🃏 *Thinks ‘holy shit I hit the jackpot’ and gets excited. I practically carry you into the kitchen.* I haven’t spent any time in here but I think you might like it? *It has every appliance you can think of. I open the fridge and pull out a pie.*

👑 *I’m practically drooling.. it’s honestly embarrassing.* Do you have a butler’s pantry?? *I’m way to excited.*

🃏 Want a piece? Sure - it’s over there. *Points*

👑 Mm what kind is it??

🃏 Blueberry.

👑 *I’m barely paying you any mind as I enter the pantry.* I could do so much with a kitchen like this. I swear it’s bigger than my first apartment!

🃏 *Has a bit of blueberry on my lip.* Great - consider this part of your domain. Don’t burn anything, I hate the smell of burnt anything. *Makes a sour face.*

👑 *I peek my head back out of the doorway* Blueberry? That sounds delicious! Oh.. Sir you seem to have a bit on your lip. *I run my thumb over your bottom lip before licking it clean.* Yup. Definetly delicious.

🃏 *Flinches at first when you touch my lip.* Let me have another taste. *Grabs your thumb and sucks on it.* That is quite good. Think you might like to bake in here?

👑 *I can barely surpress the moan that threatens to escape my throat* What..? *My brain went foggy feeling your lips on my thumb.* Oh yes baking! Absolutely! I could do so much with this kitchen!

🃏 Here… *Hands you a frilly apron.* You should wear this when you are in here. It’s for show. I don’t cook! *Laughs* Except barbecue, that I can do. *Winks*

👑 Heh! For you? Sure I’ll wear it! *I mumble.* ..and I’d very much like to kiss the cook…

🃏 What was that doll?

👑 Huh? Oh nothing.. *I shake my head* How about the slice of pie? I am pretty hungry.

🃏 *Cuts you a slice and passes it to you, then watches as you eat it.*

👑 Hmm Mr. J… Where do you keep your forks? Hah I don’t want to make a mess, you know blueberries stain just as bad as blood!

🃏 You can make a mess if you want. *Grins* They are over there. *Points to drawer.* Wait don’t open that one. The other one.

👑 Oh really? *I drag my finger through the dark purple filling.*Whose gonna clean up that mess? Huh? *I lick my finger clean, then grab two forks from the drawer* You gonna help me eat this?

🃏 *Grabs a fork and eats right out of the middle. I grab you suddenly and then put you up on the counter. I grab pie and smear it on your shirt.* You should take that off before it stains. *Stares at you.*

👑 *I stare at you, dumbfounded.* Well fair is fair.. I’d hate to see you ruin two shirts tonight. But oh well! *Grabs a handful of pie and swears it across your jaw and down your chest.* Looks like you have to take off yours too! *Pulls my top off revealing a dark purple lace bra.* Your move clown..

🃏 Careful Alice. *Looks down at your bra.* That is my absolute favorite color.

👑 Careful what sir? *I use my discarded shirt to wipe a bit of pie off your nose.*

🃏 Careful calling me names. You can call me Mr. J or something more comfortable once I get to know you better. *Takes off shirt letting it drop to the floor.*

👑 I’m sorry Mr. J. It won’t happen again. *I stare unashamedly at your exposed chest.*

🃏 See something of interest?

👑 Hmm yes sir. You. You look good enough to eat. *I bite my bottom lip as I look down your pale muscular body.*

🃏 *I pull your hand to my body and exhale.* So eat if you’re hungry. *Smirks and starts biting the pad of flesh between your wrist and thumb.*

👑 *I use my other hand to pull you closer to me, your body is flush with the counter between my open thighs.* Sir!! That tickles!! *I try to pull my wrist away, but you’ve got me in a death grip.*

🃏 *I dip down and start nibbling your neck.*

👑 Oh god.. *I wrap my hand in your hair and pull you back til we are face to face agian. Panting, I whisper* Mr. J… please, please kiss me…

🃏 *I chuckle.* So very eager Alice, yet so very very polite.

👑 Oh you have no idea…

🃏 *Grabs you by the back of the neck and kisses you.*

👑 *I melt into your kiss, my body feels like jello as your lips move against mine.*

🃏 *I pull back and put my finger under your chin. I kiss the side of your face and your chin.*

👑 *I’m gasping for air as your lips gently brush my skin.* Oh.. oh Mr. J…

🃏 Take a deep breath Alice. *Chuckles*

👑 *I let out a slow exhale and laugh.* Sorry.. I just can’t help it. You do something to me, I can’t think straight when you’re this close to me.

🃏 *Pours you a glass of water.* Drink.

👑 *Takes a small sip.* Thank you. Again, I’m sorry. I just got a little over excited.

🃏 So…. Tell me, did you put that bra on just for me? *Snaps your bra strap.*

👑 That is a very likely possibility. *I jump as you snap my strap.* And you know Mr. J.. this bra is part of a matching set.

🃏 Show me, I want to see those pretty little purple panties.

👑 Oh my Sir.. that is a bold request. *I push you back slightly and hop down from the counter.* You want me to put on a little show for you?

🃏 *Pulls a chair up sitting in it backwards.* Do it *Heavy breathing*

👑 *I take a deep breath.* What have I gotten myself into.. *I mutter mostly to myself. I run my hands down my chest, pausing to brush my finger tips over my hard nipples, the purple lace not leaving much to the imagination. I slowly pop the button on my tight black jeans, with shaky hands I lower the zipper.* Tell me what you want to see Mr. J.. I need to hear you say it.

🃏 *I growl as I watch you touch yourself.* Put on a show for Daddy J. Let’s see those panties.

👑 *I lean forward, resting my arms on the top of the chair your sitting on, I’m almost nose to nose with you.* You wanna be my Daddy, Mr. J?? *I kiss the tip of your nose.*

🃏 *I use my cane to hold you in place* Little fucking tease… *I’m hard now as you hover over me.* I think you need a daddy, don’t you?

👑 *I pull away and stand back up.* Only if you promise to be my Daddy. I wouldn’t want anyone else. *With very calculated moves I inch the tight jeans down my hips, once they are to about my knees I turn away from you and bend over at the waist. I make sure to give you a nice view of my lace clad behind. I wiggle my hips as I stand back up, kicking the jeans off my feet.* Well now what Mr. J?? You seem to have me at a disadvantage in the clothing department.

🃏 *I stand up and make an effort to look at every single inch of you.* Since you asked so nicely. *Removes pants, socks and shoes throwing them over my shoulder as I stare at you. I’m standing in my emerald green silk Gucci boxers.* Miss Malice… it’s so nice to finally meet you.

👑 Mmm well aren’t we quite the matching set? I’d have guessed that was your favorite color.

🃏 *I’m all over you in an instant inhaling the scent of your hair and skin.*

👑 *I wrap my arms around your slender waist.* Oh god.. you feel so good against my body…

🃏 *I start sucking on your neck softly.*

👑 *My nails dig into the flesh on your hips.* Oh fuck Mr. J.. please.. I need you. *I moan openly as your mouth goes to work at my neck.*

🃏 *I suddenly pull back away from you.* I want to know how many times you have thought about this very moment. With my mouth on you, my body pressed up against you, in your pretty bra and panties *I snarl and grab my erection.* How many times did you touch yourself thinking about it?

👑 I’m almost embarrassed to answer that.. *I giggle at the thought.* I’ve thought about your body on mine for so very long. I’ve even dreamt about it. *I run my fingertips along the edge of my panties.* You like the idea of me touching myself while I think about you??

🃏 *I grab a pair of kitchen sheers and walk toward you. I press my cock onto you looking down as it touches the crotch of your panties and then I look up at you and snip both sides of the panties salivating as they fall away from you.* It’s my favorite idea right now.

👑 *I reach forward and run my hand ever so slightly over the obvious bulge in your boxers.* May I touch you sir?

🃏 *I purr and push forward.* Yes you may. Yes you fucking may.

👑 *I run my palm over your hard cock.* I’ve thought about touching you like this so many times Mr. J But it’s so much better than I could have ever imagined. *With my free hand I run a finger along my wet needy pussy, when I pull my hand up between us it glistens in the light with my juices.* If you would care for a taste sir, *I lean in so very close to your ear.* ..then I suggest you show me some more of this beautiful home of yours. Preferably a room with a bed.

🃏 Teasing me again Alice? *I pull your hand towards my mouth and pop your fingers into my mouth* Mmmmm…. My little baker dangling the icing in front of me? *Scoops you up over my shoulder abruptly and carries you up a long spiral staircase up to the master bedroom.*

👑 Oh Mr. J.. I live to tease you. *As you carry me up the stairs I take the opportunity to get an eye full of your tight muscled ass as I hang upside-down over your shoulder.*

#exordium #joker x alice #joker fanfiction #joker x oc #joker #go ask alice #ephemeris #rp 2017 #01 #tw smut #tw blood #tw violence

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gwaciechang · 5 years ago

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Love Run (5/10?)

“And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay”

We’re officially halfway and they haven’t even technically kissed yet. This was supposed to be soft fucking. What. The. Fuck. Happened. To. My. Life.

At this point I don’t think there are any more spoiler warnings for Stan Lee’s Lucky Man, because we’ve deviated too much from the plot. So, just standard trigger warnings for Bobby Hayes’ general life. And also for a traumatic flashback nightmare.

“Thank you,” you whisper against Bobby's shoulder. You feel him nod, and you wish you could see his expression, but you want to keep your head here. Besides, his face would probably break your heart more, since it usually does.

He pulls away suddenly, and you try not to miss the feeling of his arms around you. “I’m going to clean these up,” you say, taking your empty plates to give yourself something to do. “The saran wrap is on top of the microwave. Cover the leftover noodles with them. But don’t put them in the fridge, I’ll do that.” You don’t want him getting upset with your fridge more than necessary.

You put the used dishes in the dishwasher and the pots in the sink, and Bobby starts to clean them without asking.

“So, how did you like the noodles?” you ask, standing as close as you dare.

“They’re good,” he says without emotion. “They’re your favorite?”

“Yeah,” you laugh at the memory. “It’s the first meal my brother made, and when I was recovering, it was one of the only things I could keep down. Probably because my mom used to make it when I was sick. I don’t know what came first, actually, me liking it or people making it for me when I feel sad.”

“Do people make it for you a lot?”

You shake your head. “It’s hard to tell someone how to make it. There’s no actual measurement in a lot of Chinese cooking. You just do what feels right. No two dishes are the same.”

Bobby grimaces and resumes scrubbing the pieces of burnt meat and garlic. You try not to take his displeasure personally. He’s probably not used to things not being exact and measurable.

“So, I’m going to brush my teeth and go to bed, unless you need anything?” you say when you’re finished with the three pots you used for the noodles.

Bobby shakes his head, on his fifth scrub of his pot. There’s no reason you can think of to stand so close to him now, so you take a paper towel to dry your hands.

“Good night, um, stay awake tight, and don’t let the bad guys in? Never mind, this wasn’t funny,” you head to the bathroom.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he says, suddenly standing up straight. You can’t help but notice that he’s actually quite tall and broad.

“Thank you,” you hope you’re not grinning too widely. “I hope you know the feeling’s mutual.”

“I do,” his voice is insistent. “I saw it.”

And you’re too tired to deal with these feelings, so you go to bed. It still feels too big and empty, and you wish he were here, but before you close your eyes and drift off, you wonder which ‘he’ you’re referring to.

When you wake up the next morning, it’s to the smell of coffee and eggs. David must be home early, and you're so giddy with excitement that you leap out of bed.

“David! I didn’t hear you come-”

Bobby stands frozen next to the stove, a plate of scrambled eggs on each hand.

“Shit, right, I forgot,” you rub your eyes.

“It’s fine," Bobby’s smile is forced, and you would rather stab your eyes out than see it again. “I made breakfast,” he keeps his eyes firmly on his plates as he sets the table.

“Yeah, I could smell it from,” you gesture to your room. He's unhappy.

You stare at the eggs and think about how to word it without wounding his nearly-nonexistent self-loathing further. “I bought this apartment with my ex,” you say. Great, failed step one.

“David?” Bobby rubs at his chest. You wonder if his injuries are bothering him, and you figure you might as well go all in. “Yes. He was my dealer.”

His openmouthed gaze would be funny in any other context.

“I got better, he didn’t, and sometimes I feel like I failed him. I know that’s ridiculous, and I can’t stop anyone from making their choices. I just wish I knew how to mute that voice in the back of my head that says he’s my responsibility and I failed him.”

“Is that why you invited me to stay with you?” Bobby's voice is high. “So you could do it right?”

You shake your head. “I think I recognized the same quality in you,” you’re not sure how to say this in words. “When I'm scared, or I feel helpless, it’s easier to take care of someone else, because I still haven’t figured out how to mute that voice in the back of my head that says I don’t deserve to be taken care of, so taking care of someone else is the only way to give me a sense of accomplishment that I did something worthwhile.”

Bobby stands up and walks to your bedroom. Great, what the fuck did you say this time?

He comes back before you have time to devolve further than that, holding his bag of heroin in his hand before pressing it into yours.

“I know you don’t like how it smells,” he says apologetically, “but I want you to have control over this. I trust you to make the best decision for me.”

“Bobby, can I give you a hug?” your voice is so shaky, it’s a wonder he hears you at all.

And you find yourself pressed to that wonderful chest again.

Pretty soon, it’s time to go to work for the first time in nearly a week, because while your boss is understanding, a whole week is a long time to be suddenly short staffed when you’re not even injured.

But you’re still worried, because Bobby’s going to be all by himself at the apartment all alone, so you make sure he knows exactly how to reach you if something bad goes down, a list of emergency contacts, where the emergency exit is and how to get down into the downstairs balcony through yours if he has to make a fast getaway.

He has to calm you down when you’re about to cry, and it's the fact that he’s singing a pop song while he taps his fingers against your cheek that snaps you out of it.

“Sorry, I just really, really don’t want to leave you alone,” you sniff.

“I’m sorry I can’t go to the bar,” he bows his head.

“Don’t be,” you tell him. “It’s not your fault they’re so crowded and noisy.”

“I’ll come pick you up,” he takes both your hands in one of his. “I-I’ll take the bus, and I’ll walk you to the stop and wait with you so we can take the bus back together.”

It occurs to you that Bobby is just as nervous about letting you out of his sight as you are, if not more.

“I’ll be okay. My coworker’s giving me a ride until the street gets fixed. Besides, you've seen me defend myself. I can be pretty scrappy.” As a child, you got into a lot of fights. Angry violence was your default response to a lot of things back then. Apparently, it still was. You wipe your hands on your pants even though you know there’s no brain matter on them.

“Get a nice rest, okay?” you put one hand over his and squeeze before letting go. “I’ll see you in eight hours. Don’t stand by the window watching me leave.”

But of course, you see him still at the window, watching you, when Cassie comes to pick you up.

“So, you want to tell me why you’re smiling like a total moron despite having killed a man less than a week ago?” Cassie teases.

You turn your smile into a frown as you give her shoulder a fake punch.

You're a little surprised at how smoothly work goes. You don’t have a panic attack thinking about the smell of brain fluid, you don’t even feel stressed when the complaints start coming in that you’re going too slowly thanks to your shoulder. Not that the complaints are taken seriously, Cassie even snaps at some of the patrons when they tell you to hurry up. The shift goes by in a flash, and you’re in good spirits when you get back to your apartment.

As expected, Bobby is asleep. His face is soft and boyish, like every single wall he built to keep out the world that hurts him was torn down. You can’t resist tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear, and his head chases your hand for a little while before he settles down. There's a line between his eyes now, so what choice do you have but to put your hand back and lie down?

You notice the smell of laundry detergent. Of course, Bobby would wash your sheets before he slept in them. You’re a little embarrassed at how long it's been since you did. Living with a someone so neat was definitely going to shame you into developing better cleaning habits, if you two didn’t kill each other with control freak tendencies first.

You don’t think about this long. The room is filled with his soft breathing, which soon becomes your soft breathing, which soon becomes silence. Which soon becomes the sound of metal crushing skull, and you wake up screaming.

When you wake up in the morning, it's because the smoke alarm went off and definitely not because you want to throw up. You yank the blankets off, too scared to even shiver in the sudden cold, and run into the hallway just in time to see Bobby cursing and dumping something into the trashcan.

“What the fuck?” you see him flinch, and you know your tone’s too harsh, but the nightmares are far too real, the adrenaline’s ebbing, and you just cannot deal with any more stress right now.

“I’m sorry,” he swallows. “I wanted to make you breakfast again to make up for throwing up on your bed, but you don’t have a toaster, so I tried to make it in the microwave, but all the buttons are in Chinese and you have a different brand of margarine than I use.”

“That’s because I use actual butter, fucking christ!” you stomp over to the microwave, grab a paper towel, and yank out the grill that’s covered in melted bread to toss it in the sink. Except it’s not a paper towel, it’s your only apron, and now it’s got a big burn on it.

“Goddammit!” you toss the apron on the floor, and it lands in a gray smear of brain matter that can’t possibly be there. You move to cover your eyes so you don't see it, but there are suddenly hands clenched tightly around your wrists, forcing them apart.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you demand. Your heart beats faster. This is wrong.

“I-I thought you were going to scratch yourself”" he says, voice plainly terrified.

Your voice is ice cold, “If I scratch myself, Bobby, that is none of your fucking business. You’re not here to take care of me, you;re here because you couldn’t cut it making a living on your own. You’re so-”

You both vomit in unison. At least it stops you from speaking. You recover fairly quickly, but as the physical nausea recedes, a new form takes its place.

“Bobby,” you reach for his shoulder, but he flinches back, so you put your hands in front of him where he can see them. You have to move them again rather fast, because he doesn’t stop, not even when his stomach is empty and all that's coming up is bile.

This close, you can see the sweat stains on his pajamas, and you put one and one together to realize he's still detoxing.

You wipe your mouth and pop in some gum before sliding an arm across Bobby’s trembling body to help him off the floor. “Okay, I can’t pick you up, so you're going to have to walk to the bathroom under your own power, but you can lean on me, and I’ll draw you a bath, okay?”

“Don’t need,” he says between gagging fits. “I need a hit, please. I know you have it somewhere.”

“You trusted me to do what’s best for you, remember? So I'm going to do that.”

“You hate me,” Bobby’s voice and eyes are filled with tears. “Everyone hates me, so why not just let me die?”

“Fuck,” you wonder if you’ve ever hated yourself this much. Maybe when you first woke up and realized you’d made yourself incontinent with your drug use. “I don’t hate you,” is all you can say.

“I make your life harder. I made you keep my drugs while you’re recovering. I ruined your refrigerator-”

“Fuck my refrigerator, okay?” you lower Bobby to the floor and start to fill the tub with hot water. “And nothing I said was meant for you. I just had a nightmare and I took it out on you, that’s unfair of me.”

His face crumples further. “You have nightmares because of me.”

“I have nightmares because a man tried to kill me and didn’t stop until I killed him first!” you snap. Bobby flinches, so you soften your tone.

“I’ve never cooked with anyone before,” you admit. You try to keep your hands in sight, so he knows while he probably can’t control himself that you’re not touching him anymore. “And I don’t think anyone’s ever sang to me before. Bobby, you make my life better. You make me better, and I’ve only known you for three waking days.”

There, the water’s warm enough now. “Come on, you have to get in and cool off.”

He clenches his jaw and squeezes his eyes shut, but he lets you remove his sodden shirt and jeans. You realize he’s soiled himself at some point, so you have to remove the rest of his clothing. You only leave him alone for one second to toss his soiled undergarments in the garbage and wash your hands, but when you come back, there are tears glimmering down his cheeks.

“I’m here, I’m here,” you grab your bodywash and a sponge, then squat next to him. He shivers, even though the water’s hot, when you touch him. The tears don’t fall any less often, and you put your apologies into your work.

He’s half asleep when you’re finally finished, so you simply wipe him down and tuck him in the bed.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and you’re not sure which is worse, that he’s still apologizing to you despite your awful words, or that he apologizes in his dreams.

You don’t think you've ever been so simultaneously relieved and regretful to go to work. It seems everyone can tell you’re distracted, and finally Cassie drives you back home an hour early.

He’s still asleep when you get back, for which you’re both grateful and terrified. The cherries taste like ash in your mouth, but they're a fast source of calories so you can get to bed as soon as possible and lie awkwardly and stiffly so that no part of you is touching him.

You’re just starting to drift off when he wakes up. He notes that you put him in a ratty pair of pajamas, and he turns so red that you can see it in the dim light.

“You have to really love me to do this,” he says in awe, echoing your own words back to you.

“You weren’t screaming about how much you hated me. I was doing that,” there’s so much self-loathing in your voice that you almost expect something to drip off your tongue.

Bobby makes a deeply wounded noise and curls toward you. You wrap your arms around him.

“I’m sorry,” you say again, now that he’s awake enough to hear. You would need to apologize every day for a year to fully express how sorry you are.

“I’m sorry,” he starts to withdraw, and you instinctively hold him tighter. He practically burrows into you at the contact, and you realize that he wasn’t pulling away because he didn’t want to be touched, but because he thinks he doesn’t deserve to be touched. So you touch him everywhere you can reach, running your hand from the top of his head all the way down his back where the ridges of his spine stick out to much, nuzzling the junction between where his collarbone is too prominent, and cupping your palm on his bony cheeks.

This time, when you wake up from the nightmares, he kisses you on the forehead and soothes you back to sleep with his hands in your hair.

#lucky man fanfiction #bobby hayes #joey i am literally begging you not to look through this tag

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southeastchemicals · 3 years ago

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fireloom · 5 years ago

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50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

I was tagged by @thatsjustsocliche

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? There’s like 7 hairbrushes in my house, so multicoloured.

2. Name a food you never eat? Asparagus. If you ever give me that wiggly green thing I will smack you.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? I swing from being too hot to too cold, there s no inbetween

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Attempting to animate! (it didn’t work out)

5. What is your favourite candy bar? Twix

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event? Does my own Gymnastics championships’ count?

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? ”How the fuck am I suppose to remember that?!” That's it, that’s what I just said when I read this.

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Mint choc chip, love that shit

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee. The answer will always be coffee

10. Do you like your wallet? I guess? It holds my money.

11. What was the last thing you ate? Cookies dipped in coffee

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? I haven't brought clothes in months (even before the quarantine)

13. The last sporting event you watched? Like on tv? The Australian Open (tennis).

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? Caramel

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? An actual sms text message? My ex, cause I had a sim card back then.

16. Ever go camping? I was born in the forest, so I basically camped my entire childhood. I am a wood nymph.

17. Do you take vitamins? When I remember (hardly ever)

18. Do you go to church every Sunday? Buddy, I’ve been inside a church maybe, MAYBE twice in my entire life.

19. Do you have a tan? Right now, no.

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? Who buys straws?

22. What colour socks do you usually wear? Mismatched and with a few holes.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? I don’t have a license but when I was illegally driving across the country I was overtaking roadtrains at 150Kmh. So, yeah, a little.

24. What terrifies you? People throwing balls at me. I involuntarily shriek like a child whenever a ball comes near me.

25. Look to your left, what do you see? My tv.

26. What chore do you hate? Washing dishes. I like washing dishes but it fucks up my back like nothing else, and I get flashbacks to an overcrowded cafe, me in the backroom, frantically washing spoons cause we done run out, right before I’m called out to the house by a bell like a doggo just so I can bring more dirty dishes back to the overfull sink and make small talk with vegans. Good times.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Oh fuck me, another one

28. hat’s your favourite soda? Creaming soda

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Dude, I get my groceries delivered ain’t no way I’m going outside for drive-through.

30. Who’s the last person you talked to? My mummy

31. Favourite cut of beef? Ahhh…. the beef cut?

32. Last song you listened to? Meg Myers - Desire (Hucci Remix)

33. Last book you read? Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.

34. Favourite day of the week? Tomorrow.

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? I guess?

36. How do you like your coffee? Usually with sugar and milk, mocha for a treat.

37. Favourite pair of shoes? My Doc Martins

38. The time you normally go to bed? These days? 5-6am.

39. The time you normally get up? 12pm

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunset, cause I’m never awake for sunrises.

41. How many blankets on your bed? One and even that’s too much.

42. Describe your kitchen plates: Not many, boring.

43. Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? I Vodka shots, chased by more vodka

44. Do you play cards? I love cards

45. What colour is your car? Don’t have a car

46. Can you change a tire? Yeah if you gave me enough time.

47. Your favourite province? Idfk XD

48. Favourite job you’ve ever had? My first job. I worked manning the counter at a hippy-dippy 60’s/ 70’s memorabilia shop. My boss was this silver haired hippy drug dealer. I was high everyday, gave the wrong change more often than not, and spent my working hours picking aesthetic music, drawing, and pretending to be in a movie. I was paid in weed. Best job ever.

49. How did you get your biggest scar? Dog walking.

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy? Hanging with my bud online.

#I say stuff

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parabellum-rpg-archive · 5 years ago

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Congratulations, Joss! You’ve been accepted to play Aaron Murphy (previously Aaron Khan, last name changed to fit the new FC’s ethnicity). Your request to change his FC to Bob Morley has also been approved. Please make your page and send it in within 24 hours.

Admin note: Joss, you’re absolutely flawless. You make it very easy to fall in love with your writing, and you’ve given Aaron so much depth! I can’t wait to see him on the dash! - Admin V

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CHARACTER DESIRED Aaron Khan DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER IN YOUR OWN WORDS If you told Aaron to turn out his pockets and show what he’s accomplished in life, you might see it as just empty hands, but to him, being a dealer is the only thing he’s ever been really good at. He’s got learning disabilities, dyslexia and ADHD, that prevented him from ever really settling into a normal life or doing well in school, but when it comes to weed, he’s a fucking prodigy. He can tell the weight of a bag just by looking at it or holding it, he can tell from the smell if product is good or not, and he knows how to spot an undercover cop at 100 yards. His greatest skill is in being able to read his customers. He can tell from the moment you approach him what strain you’re going to need, how much, and what you’re willing to pay. He’s friendly, never tries to force you to be his friend, and always stands by his product. If weed were legal, he might be paying taxes and living the good life at a cannabis dispensary. As it is, he’s the guy on everyone’s cell phone under “Aaron Green”. People usually assume when you say your home life was bad that someone was smacking you around or there was no food, maybe your parents were junkies or crackheads. But it doesn’t have to be that dramatic to be bad. Sometimes your family can just forget you exist. Aaron was one of eight kids and none of them ever really had a chance. He disappeared in among his siblings so that no one ever noticed when he never came home at night. His home was loud, but there was never any real love in it. His parents were immigrants who’d come to America as children and never gotten out of the ghetto neighbourhoods of Detroit. They never had enough money and worked all the time, and when they came home, they would just stare blankly at their children, as if to say, “are you still here?” Aaron doesn’t think they were ever even in love; certainly the photographs never show people who looked happy to be together. Sometimes he lets himself wonder if they were like him, with dreams that they could never achieve and a burning need to do something, and if they just got beaten down by life, but it’s not like he can ask anymore. Chicago was the farthest Aaron could get from Detroit on the money he’d saved up, and it seemed like a town that still had hope, while Detroit was just dying slowly around him. He had a cousin there whose couch he crashed on (Aaron has cousins everywhere, they come out of the woodwork whenever one of them needs somewhere to crash), and a few job possibilities lined up, but he’d get itchy if he got stuck working behind a counter or washing dishes or shifting mail around, needing more stimulation than entry-level jobs provided. If he’d had the money to do training in a trade or something, maybe he could’ve done something with his hands that kept him occupied, or trained to be a tech expert, since he loves video games and can play them for hours if need be. Instead, he asked his dealer if the guy could hook him up with a gig, and one thing led to another. Working for the Costellos is mildly terrifying at times, but it feeds that part of him that needs to move and stay active. He doesn’t deal anything too hard, just weed and some party drugs, and he’s a favourite of club kids and college students for the quality of his product and his innovations when it comes to packaging and branding. He’ll wake up in the middle of the night with a brilliant idea about a new line of edibles like peppermint chocolates for the on-the-go buyer who doesn’t want to overindulge, or flavoured strains of CBD oil laced with hash to give a smooth high without any paranoia, or making their own line of e-liquids for vapes (something he’s very into, do not get him started on the unfair legislation around vaping rights), and spend the next three days making it happen only to crash once his latest masterpiece is complete. He could probably survive without a roommate at this point (though he’d have to live somewhere shady to do so and he’s become a little too comfortable to move back to the hood), but he used the excuse of needing one to let Corinna into his life. She’s the first person he’s lived with that he doesn’t feel anything but uncomplicated affection for, and the idea of having friends that you’re not either also selling to or working for is new and interesting for him. He’s a genuinely nice person (more so when baked but also overall), and he’s always happy to share his groceries or just sit up with her and listen to her talk. He may even someday tell her about his family, though that remains a subject he doesn��t address. WRITING SAMPLE “Hey, man-bun!” Aaron turned around by reflex, even though someone yelling anything at you out of the blue was, at best, 50/50 gonna be a shitty situation. “That’s what your mom called me last night. At least I think that’s what she was saying, there was a lotta moaning going o-” Aaron didn’t get to finish his sentence, the punch catching him straight in the jaw. He looked like he could handle himself in a fight, but his muscles were all for show. Staggering back, he checked to see if all his teeth were still there. That was one thing that hadn’t gone wrong yet. “You sold me bad shit, motherfucker! Gimme my money back, or I’m gonna end you!” If this had been back in Detroit, Aaron might have taken this conversation more seriously, especially because he’d just gotten punched in the face, but this was Chicago, and he worked for the Costellos. Some little trust fund baby wasn’t gonna roll up on him and try and get a fucking refund. “That’s a shame. You still got the stuff? I’ll trade it in for new shit.” They were outside a bar in Costello territory, and the guy squaring up at him looked like he rowed every day and ate ivy for a living. Sure, he was dressed like he was living that thug life, but c'mon, no one’s teeth were that straight in Chiraq. That was the problem with cities like this, everyone thought they could front. Nobody in the suburbs would’ve even bothered, they’d have probably said please and thank you, but out here, people watched too many movies and thought you had to act like an OG. His friend, cuz of course he had a friend, punks like this never tried anything when it was a fair fight, just stood slightly off to the side and switched between grinning and sneering. “Are you fucking stupid? Did you hear me? Gimme my fucking money now! You’re lucky I don’t call my boys down and fuck your shit up for giving me lousy stuff!” It had gotten to the point where Aaron wasn’t really a street dealer primarily anymore, he was the guy you called when you needed something. He did deliveries and hung out at parties and clubs. When you were selling a product people wanted, you didn’t have to pound the pavement to sell it. But he was doing another favour for Holden. Aaron always did favours for Holden, no matter how many times the other man asked. He couldn’t help it. And normally he could spot an asshole a mile off and choose to refuse service, but Holden needed his quota to stay up, so Aaron had been a little too liberal with his sales tonight. Figures he’d get punched on his night off. “Like I said, I can do a trade if you’re unhappy with the product, but this isn’t a Target, man. We don’t do refunds. So hand over the shit, and I’ll give you some primo Afghani Kush. I’ll even top up the bag free of charge, cuz I wanna preserve our relationship.” The kid wasn’t having any of it. “I already smoked it and it did jackshit! I’m not even high! We even mixed it with some coke and it did fucking nothing!” Oh boy. So on top of assholes, they were idiots too. “You can’t mix it with coke, man. That just ruins both highs. If you’d said you’d wanted something to blend with uppers, I coulda-” Aaron was prevented in continuing with his sales pitch when the kid pulled out a gun. The fucking sikik seemed to think he could draw down in public. Granted, it was a shit neighbourhood, but it was still a Neighbourhood. “C'mon guy, this is a bad move. You really wanna think this one through, you know?” This whole evening was really turning into a bummer. If he got shot by this at hırsızı, he’d never live it down. And he didn’t have health insurance. The kid’s gun didn’t waver, and his friend had pulled a piece too. Awesome. “You coulda just given me the money, now I’m gonna take everything, and I’m gonna kick your ass too, you piece of shit fag-” The conversation ended abruptly with a squealing of tires and bright lights. Aaron jumped out of the way, rolling across the sidewalk and dragging himself up when there wasn’t immediate gunfire. The kid and his friend were now lying in the road groaning in front of a red Ford pickup. The door opened and Holden got out, looking at Aaron with bewilderment. “What the hell happened?” Stumbling forward, Aaron had the sense to kick the guns away from the two kids as he limped over to the truck’s passenger side. “Just a difference of opinion, don’t worry about it. But I’m thinking we talk about moving you to somewhere a little more high-class. This neighbourhood is going to shit.” As Holden slammed into the car and peeled away, the neighbourhood returned to normal, like it had never happened. It was Chicago, weirder things happened every day. Aaron leaned his head against the glass and dug a joint out of his pocket, inserting it between his lips and expertly lighting it with his lucky Zippo. “Don’t smoke that in the car, you’ll make it reek in here.” Laughing, Aaron rolled down the window. “You’re the weirdest dealer I know, man. C'mon, night’s still young, let’s hit Lake Forest and make some money off the preps out there.” Holden, shaking his head, took the turnoff and headed for the suburb. “You ever take anything seriously, cabron?” Aaron winked. “Not unless I can’t avoid it, kaşar.”

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ogproducts · 5 years ago

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How to use the disinfection spray, car waxing, disinfectant sanitizer, best insect Repellent, Mosquito Repellent.

Waxing a Brand New Car

What all the fuss is about

It’s shiny. It’s new. It gleams in the sunlight. Your brand new car. You have done hours of research to find just the right one, and now you have it. It’s yours. How do you keep it looking so nice? What’s all the fuss about waxing a new car? Why is it so important? When should you do it? And how should you do it?

Having the dealer or an auto body shop wax your car is always an option. This article is assuming that you are wanting to wax your vehicle yourself.

Why You Should Wax Your Car

You new beauty will be exposed to all the elements. While you are staying dry and clean sitting inside of it while cruising down the road, it is taking a beating. The elements don’t hold back – rain, snow, road salt, bugs, bird poop, the salty sea air (if you live close to the ocean), the list goes on. Your vehicle’s paint protects the metal body of the car from rust. The last thing you want to see on your new car is premature rust spots. Waxing regularly can prevent this. Applying wax 2-4 times a year is recommended. Waxing is not the same as washing. Down below are the basic steps to effectively wax your car.

How to Wax it Properly

Ask any car lover and they will tell you how they wax their car. With so many brands and products on the market there are several options. However, many will agree with the following basics:

Wash – never use dish washing detergent. You need a properly pH balanced cleaner. Most advertised car washing detergents are suitable. This is a crucial step to remove loose debris and contaminants.

Clean – once the initial wash is complete and your car is dry, it is time to inspect for stuck on debris. Tree sap, bird droppings, pollen, and brake dust may not come off with the initial wash. A good way to check is to rub your hand across the surface of your vehicle. If it feels gritty, grab a clay bar and rub it over the gritty parts. It’s a mild abrasive that is designed to effectively finish cleaning the cars surface.

Polish – not everyone insists on this step and some lump it in with the cleaning step, but it is definitely not the same as applying wax. Applying a polishing coat is what will the paint have it’s shiny, reflective gleam. Some polishes help restore oils to the paint. Be careful not to remove dry polish as this can scratch the paint.

Wax – This step is what protects the sheen, finish, and paint. It’s recommended to use a microfiber, but others may suggest another type of applicator. Apply the wax, let it sit as long as indicated on the bottle you use, and remove it in the order you applied it. Then repeat until the car is completely sealed.

We highly recommend following these steps in a shady area. If the sun is out and hot it can create water spots while washing and make it more difficult to avoid the polish or wax drying too quickly.

DIY Natural Disinfectant Spray

Ditch the Lysol and antibacterial sprays for good with this DIY Natural Disinfectant Spray. It’s so easy to make and will sanitize without the harsh chemicals.

DIY Natural Disinfectant Spray (Homemade Lysol)

Ditch the Lysol and antibacterial sprays for good with this DIY Natural Disinfectant Spray. It’s so easy to make and will sanitize without the harsh chemicals.

It never fails. With three boys in the house, there’s a constant influx of germs in the house from my kids playing outside and in a creek near our house. They’re always coming home with critters too like geckos, turtles (seriously), crawfish and even birds. I usually shoo them back outside with said critters but not before they get their hands on doorknobs, walls, tables, and other surfaces in my home.

And no matter how many times I tell them to wash their hands… well, sometimes germs just happen. That’s why I’m so happy to have a natural alternative to Lysol and other antibacterial sprays for my home.

The funny thing is that I was THAT mom who had the bleach wipes and cleaned every surface of the house with them. I remember one time I was on my hands and knees cleaning the floor to keep them “clean” for my son (who was a crawling baby back then). I just cringe thinking about it now. I probably exposed him to chemical toxins that were far more harmful to his health than if I just used soap and water to clean the floors.

My kids have definitely been the turning point for me in transitioning to a chemical-free lifestyle. We’ve already gotten rid of all of our household cleaners and now basically use this one for everything.

But here’s the thing… germs still happen and sometimes you just want to disinfect. So what can you use if it’s not Lysol or bleach?

It’s actually pretty easy – it’s just all those TV commercials have us all thinking we need bleach wipes or some toxic spray can to disinfect and get rid of germs when really we CAN use natural alternatives.

Natural Disinfectants

There are a handful of products you can use to naturally disinfect and sanitize your home. You probably already have them in your home: vinegar, rubbing alcohol, and hydrogen peroxide. They are all pretty effective in killing germs and sanitizing surfaces and toys. In fact, I typically like to fill a tub full of water and add about 1-2 cups of hydrogen peroxide to easily disinfect toys. I then drain and voila! Clean toys.

But here’s the thing… vinegar and rubbing alcohol have such a strong scent. I don’t clean often with them because of that. Usually the smell dissipates after a while, but they’re not always the best choice when you want to sanitize AND have the house smell good too.

I’d say of the three, hydrogen peroxide has the most mellow scent but it can’t always be used if you’re spraying fabrics (as it is a natural bleach).

So what’s the other alternative? Vodka. Oh yeah…

The Meaning of Clean: Sanitizers, Disinfectants, and Sterilizers

While the general population may use terms like sterilizer, disinfectant and sanitizer interchangeably, they actually have very specific definitions according to the government agency that regulates them, the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA). These definitions include what percentage of pathogens must be killed, in what specific amount of time they must be killed, and what protocols must be tested to achieve registration. All of these parameters are defined by the EPA and are not chosen or designated by the manufacturer.

Before delving into these terms, there is one basic term that we have to explore: Clean. There is a formal definition of “clean” when it comes to regulation. Items must be cleaned before they are sanitized, disinfected, or sterilized. Cleaning involves removing surface debris and foreign material using water, detergent, or enzymatic products. This is a necessary step because the high-level disinfection and sterilization processes cannot work effectively when foreign material is present. In the EPA-required instructions for use, all of the following products carry disclaimers about first cleaning the item to be sanitized, disinfected, or sterilized.

Sanitizers

By the EPA’s definition, sanitizers must kill 99.9% of bacteria within two hours of exposure. Up until recently, this category was made up of chemicals such as sprays, gels, and topical agents which had similar characteristics:

Toxic chemicals not suitable for extended exposure

Non-continuous kill (must be used regularly)

Must be repeated after recontamination

Since 2012, however, sanitizers now include two hard surfaces: Copper alloys and copper oxide infused hard surfaces. These surfaces had to be categorized as sanitizers as they are the first of their kind - a surface that kills 99.0% of bacteria in under two hours. So even though they are characterized as sanitizers, they do not have the characteristics listed above. Instead, they are:

Non-toxic, safe materials suitable for extended exposure

Continuous kill surfaces (is not a process that has to be repeated)

Effective even after recontamination

Disinfectants

To be categorized as a disinfectant, a product must kill 100% of bacteria, fungi, and viruses within 15 minutes of exposure. Because they are stronger than sanitizers, they are also more toxic and are therefore not approved for any exposure to human tissues. They are only to be used on hard, inanimate objects and are available both for general and medical use. Household disinfectants include bathroom cleaners, water purifiers, and pool chemicals. In medical facilities, disinfectants are used to clean equipment that does not come into contact with mucous membranes or cross the skin barrier such as floors, walls, linens, toilets, IV poles, and doorknobs. Like sanitizers, they do not kill continuously or after recontamination, so consistent reapplication is required. Unfortunately, some bacteria have developed resistance to certain disinfectants, so a combination of chemicals is required in healthcare settings.

Sterilizers

The most biocidal of the three categories, sterilizers must achieve the most stringent protocols. Sterilizers must kill 100% of all forms of microbial life within 2 minutes. This includes bacteria, fungi, viruses, and spores (the term sporicidal is often used to indicate that spores, the most difficult form to kill, are destroyed by a particular product). Sterilizers are used on instruments and materials that come into contact with mucous membranes and cross the skin barrier, including scalpels, IVs, needles, catheters, wound dressings, and any implantable device (such as a pacemaker). Sterilizers can be devices such as autoclaves, which use high-pressure steam, as well as liquid chemicals. Users must have specific training and certification to assure that the required degree of sterilization is achieved. As with most sanitizers and disinfectants, sterilization must be performed regularly and after any contamination as the product does not kill continuously.

Insect Repellent Buying Guide

Lyme. Powassan. West Nile. Zika. The list of insect-borne diseases to worry about seems to get longer—and scarier—every year. Whether you’re enjoying the great outdoors in your own backyard or on a tropical island, when you apply insect repellent, you want the best, most effective protection from biting bugs.

Our ratings identify which products work best against mosquitoes and ticks. (We no longer test our products against ticks, but past test results and our research indicate that any product that protects you from mosquito bites is also likely to protect you from tick bites.)

Choosing the right repellent matters: Our top products provided several hours of protection, and some of our lowest-scoring ones failed in as little as 30 minutes.

Check out our picks; they’ll help take the sting out of summer.

How We Test

We begin our insect repellent tests by applying a standard dose of repellent to a measured area of skin on our test subjects’ arms. (The standard dose is determined from the EPA product testing guidelines.)

After 30 minutes, these brave volunteers then place their arms into the first of two cages of 200 disease-free mosquitoes for five minutes. Our testers watch closely to see what happens inside the cage, and they count up every time a mosquito lands on a subject’s arm, uses its proboscis (its long mouth) to probe the skin in an attempt to find a capillary, or bites the subject’s arm and begins to feed—which the testers can tell by watching for the insect’s abdomen to turn from gray to red or brown.

After five minutes, the subjects withdraw their arms, then repeat the process by placing their arms into a second cage of disease-free mosquitoes of a different species, for another five minutes. The subjects then walk around for 10 minutes, to stimulate sweating—this is to mimic a real-world setting, in which users might be active while wearing repellent.

Half an hour later, this procedure is repeated once, and then again once every hour after that until a repellent fails our test, or until 8 hours have passed since it was applied. We consider a failure to be two confirmed mosquito bites in one five-minute session inside the cage, or one confirmed bite in each of two consecutive 5-minute sessions.

What is the Best Mosquito Repellent?

After more than five years of full-time travel, often visiting mosquito ridden countries, I’ve finally found of what is the best mosquito repellent. When I first wrote this post in 2013, I was about to travel to Africa and planned to put some repellents to the test.

I trialling a DEET based product, Repel 55, and a natural product, Incognito, and this article was originally a comparison of those two repellents. However, over the years I’ve trialled a much bigger range of mosquito repellents, so I’ve updated and expanded this article to give you the low-down on all the products I’ve used, how well they’ve worked and I’ll share with you the repellent I finally found that I’m 100% happy with.

Obviously, this article is completely subjective – what works for one person might not work for another and, ultimately, the effectiveness of a repellent can all come down to how well you apply it.

A little about me and my unscientific testing methodology

I have the blood that mosquitos like: I’ve travelled to many mosquito riddled places from South and Central America to Asia to Africa and the one thing that’s been consistent is my propensity for getting bitten. Whether I like it or not, mosquitos like me. In a room full of people, I’m always likely to report a bite first. In fact, I’m that person you want to sit or sleep next to because the chances are the mosquitos will be so busy feasting on me, they’ll leave you alone.

I rarely stay indoors or cloak my body at sunset: What doesn’t help in my bid not to get bitten is that I’m partial to the alluring concept of the sunset cocktail (when mosquitoes are at their most active). I’m also likely to disregarding the sensible advice to cover myself from head to toe in trousers and long sleeved tops – because, let’s face it, sun dresses go so much better with sun downers, I pack too light to include bulky cover-up clothes and, more importantly, I don’t want to be sitting, sweating uncomfortably and dehydrating over my cocktail.

I’m also pretty shoddy at the whole application process – I always miss my ankles and big toes and I wash my hands immediately after applying repellent, so the repellent that actually makes it onto my skin always has to work pretty darn hard to keep the biters at bay.

I hate mosquito nets: ever since I was a child, I’ve always needed to have my feet uncovered while I sleep, which is kind of incompatible with a mosquito net. But not only that, the nets that are small enough to carry seem to create a cocoon of humidity around you… and that’s assuming you can find one that stays up and doesn’t gape while you sleep. In short, I’m not a fan and I won’t use one unless it’s already installed.

I do use anti-malarials: in places like Africa where malaria and dengue are real issues, I do follow the sensible advice and use anti-malarial medication.

#Mosquito Repellent #best insect Repellent #disinfectant sanitizer #car waxing #disinfection spray

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simcogroupau · 2 years ago

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What is the working technique and benefit of a double sink bench?

Dishwasher bars and dual inlet or double sink benches are among the most utilised products in industrial pantries worldwide. The primary purpose of these appliances is to take care of the basic cleaning & maintenance requirements of every cuisine preparation establishment. This machine also adds beauty and elegance to your kitchen & enables you to manage your work in a more accessible and effortless manner.

Only a few fields of business possess the necessary grit, dedication & commitment required to conduct proceedings smoothly in the catering & hospitality field. This lack of the above attributes results in income-generating aspirations increasing in the smoke of a tiny error or misunderstanding in the kitchen. Therefore, it is essential to enable better management of resources, which is possible with special equipment such as stainless steel benches with dual basins.

If you want similar high-quality appliances, give our Wall Mounted and Over Shelves a chance. For further details, contact us by visiting the Simco page.

Working Process of a Double Sink Bench

The work process of the equipment with a dual basin is very straightforward & these appliances are an essential element of commercial food preparation. In a typical bar, two bowls are placed side-by-side that are also similarly sized. Use this model to put utensils on the side without the garbage disposal unit. You can clear pots, pans and other utensils whenever you wish. You have to dispose of the food on the side with the garbage disposal, keep the dishes to be washed on the counter and put water and soap on the other side. You can enjoy the dual advantages of soaking and washing the pots & pans on one side using water and rinsing them on the other side after the washing is done by adopting this method. If you want this equipment, search for the double sink benches supplier in Sydney & Brisbane.

Advantages of Double Sink Stainless Steel Benches

Creates Extra Space on the Counter

The steel products with dual basins prove highly useful for food establishment owners who want to manage more space on kitchen counters. Typically, with items related to food ingredients, storage and decor fill the cuisine preparation counter space. This equipment is perfect for you if you can identify your kitchen through the description. The basin allows you to avoid the counter to keep the drying rack and put it on the bay. It does not need counter space & helps you to wash & dry the dishes and bowl simultaneously.

Installation is Effortless & Easy

If you want hassle-free installation, the dual basin models help you achieve that. These machines consist of two drains that need a connection to each other. The only major issue while installing the device is that only one side of the machine has the garbage disposal feature. Additionally, most of the technicians struggle with faucet placement. It is a challenging component for dual basins because if you use both sides of the product for washing, it needs to be located to fill both units. However, these issues get sorted if you contact any kitchen equipment dealer who supplies double sink benches to Melbourne & Perth.

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No Problem in Maintaining the Appliance

Maintaining some popular covers, such as solid surfaces or copper, is arduous as they show wear and tear with increased use. However, it is significantly easy to maintain double sink items, which does not take much effort. If you want your appliance to provide service for years ahead, try to wipe it frequently with soap and water.

Process of Cleaning a Double Sink Bench

Stainless steel is a material that is perceived to be long-lasting & it can serve you effectively for an extended period. However, it still needs good cleaning & maintenance. The staff must clean the top-quality steel double sink benches frequently to ensure proper hygiene and no build-up of traces of rust or corrosion on its upper surface. The stainless steel surface is comprehensively safeguarded from rust with the help of chromium oxide’s thin layer peppered on its surface. The employees in a kitchen can clean the upper part by washing it with hot water and a good detergent. Combine these two materials and use the resultant mixture to clean the surface. Also, make sure to wipe it properly. The inability to clean the steel surface precisely leads to the formation of streaks on the surface. Therefore, see to it that you properly wipe the surface. If you want that your appliance shines majestically and give a spotless look, you can also wipe the steel surface using pure white or cider vinegar.

Simco also has a fantastic collection of other benches. For instance, if you wish to browse the products of Stainless Steel Benches with Splashback, visit us at Simco’s official website.

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safewash-tech · 3 years ago

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Reasons To Use Power Washers in Kearny, NJ, New Jersey, Westchester, Norwalk, and Nassau

Pressure washing is a technique that yields miraculous results when one attempts to scrub off the grease, oil marks, and stubborn stains. It is possible to handle all kinds of heavy washing with a good quality pressure washer. Sure, jets of water attack the dirt and debris at high speed but does the washing process require the use of detergents alongside? Multiple inquiries have been made about the efficacy of using the humble dish soap during pressure washing. The experts are not opposed to the idea but recommend using superior pressure washer soap in Kearny, NJ, New Jersey, Westchester, Norwalk, and Nassau. It would certainly not do to use a detergent indiscriminately either. The machine is simple, but the user must follow the rules to make the results worthwhile. There is no reason not to use an extra dish soap bar lying at home. The manufacturers advise diluting the soap with hot water before inserting it into the washer. Failing to do this may clog the outlet, resulting in reduced water sprouting out. This is not good news as one may have o wash repeatedly, losing precious time in the process. It is best to remember that power washing removes tough dirt and stains by using hot water. The choice of soap should be suited to the specific purpose. Cleaning out the caked diet from the attic or basement may be done with ordinary soap & water but washing the driveway or garage requires a tougher form of cleaning. Likewise, cleaning vehicles and industrial areas such as warehouses need to be done with special cleaners sourced from reputed dealers. Apart from conventional dish soap, one can also consider the following: All-purpose Cleaner- An eco-friendly all-purpose cleaner can work amazingly well when used for pressure washing. Outdoor surfaces constructed out of concrete and driveways can also be cleaned perfectly with peroxide-containing cleaners. No adverse effects are noted afterward, as most of the cleaners meet the US EPA safety protocols. The same cleaner can also be used to remove stains from the sidings of the structure. Apart from stains, the hot water coupled with the cleaner helps the user get rid of the mold, mildew, algae, and moss. Pressure washer detergent- It may be a good idea to invest in specialized cleaners meant to be used for pressure washing. The Karcher product is highly recommended for cleaning all vehicles, including automobiles, pickup trucks, trailers, and boats. This detergent will not cause the paint on the vehicle to peel off as long as the pressure is adjusted correctly. The consumers are delighted to find a car wax and foam supplied with the detergent that helps the vehicle owner buff the car afterward, making it gleam. Cleaning experts advise opting for power washers in Kearny, NJ, New Jersey, Westchester, Norwalk, and Nassau to remove dirt and contaminants from large spaces and heavy-duty vehicles.

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Married Life Meme: Luka and mah sistah Beth (dealers choice of verse)

Meme: Married Life Meme Status: Open

Round and round the stone is spun between fingers that can not speak its tongue. Round and round the memories turn, and one by one escape.

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor

Actions unsuited for a lady. But he hardly much remembers how it is a human Lady should act. And there is nothing at all amiss to him about picking up the soiled garments, one by one. Laid over the chair by the fire. One he moves to stoke and encourage into something that will keep her warm til dawn.

His charge is to protect not to smother. And perhaps he enjoyed the afternoon with her, on the edge of the forest, far more than anyone can know. Because she is a Lady and he but a servant in two realms. And he tells himself it is duty that ensures she’s tucked in snugly, before slipping out her door. To run the green and wild lands until the morning comes.

forgets to run the dish washer

They won’t let him in. She is ill and unfit for company they say. So he sits and he paces and he waits. The stone before her door nearly etched with the strides of his feet. And with every come and go of her caretakers he tries to catch sight of her through the door, but the old women are skilled and quick for their age. Shoving trenchers into his hands, and soiled clothes. Demanding more water and clean linens.

And he goes for what else can he do? Returning from the kitchens with what was asked. And the pacing begins a new. A scowl kept to himself with the coming and going of the crowned prince. For who would dare tell the future king no? Who would dare bar his way? Not a soul–though one might beg it to be done.

pumps gas for the car

She wishes to ride today, and he will see it done. Rising earlier than really needed to ensure the beast bred to bare her was well fed and brushed and tacted. In good health and mood when she appears in the courtyard. Shining and bright. A red ribbon in her hair that stands stark against dark tresses. Her maids fussing after her that it is hardly a Lady’s place to be galavanting off on horse back to who knows where, when she should be spending the day at court.

drives when they’re going somewhere

But she comes. Radiant and unhindered despite the basket clutched in hand. One that he takes, ties upon the horses back for her, before helping her to mount. And he leads her and her favored friend away from the prattling woman. To the northern fields where they can both take heart, that not a soul shall see them. And for a few hours, at the least, they may be themselves without judgement.

rearranges the furniture

“I would not see you sleep in such discomfort a night more!”

And that had been the end of it. For who was he to argue with a princess? And the highest Princess at that? Though he had to get used to the humanness of it all. The sleeping within walls of stone, and doors barred by iron. Had to learn to ignore the sounds that echoed through the hollow halls and the stillness of the air. Learned again the usefulness of blankets and the luxury of a pillow.

Never mind at all that his feet stuck off the end. Never mind the room beside her own felt enclosed like a cage. He was near her here, and that meant he was able to do as he’d sworn more easily. And never could it be said that even a mouse or moth passed by her door, without the wolf’s consent.

falls asleep with the TV on

Tell me a tale. You must know of at least one.

Moments tick by in the quiet. One pair of eyes transfixed upon the heavens while the other sees nothing but her. And he thinks…oh how he thinks. A thousand stories across a hundred handfuls of years–she wishes for a tale. And it must be something grand. Something worthy of her ears and her time.

“D’ere were o’farmer d’at were blessed wi’d d’ress sons. An’ when d’ey be grown an’ were toi’me fer d’em ta be foi’ndin’ o’lass ta marry he be callin’ d’em together…”

By the time the little princess mouse had run her bell thrice and made her way along the road to meet the farmer with her sweetheart by her side—his little princess had long fallen into dream. Tucked against his arm with his shoulder for a pillow. And perhaps the wolf remained as he was for hours more, until the cool of the evening woke his wisdom to move her to her bed.

gets to use the bathroom first

A beast in part he may be but that does not at all mean he must smell like one. But bathes are drawn for kings and queens. For their children and for lords and ladies. Not for those that serve. So he is left with but one option. To find a river near the royal encampment, after the evening extravagance.

Shrouded by the dark and given sight by a waning moon. But skin as pale as his own stands stark against the blackness of the water. Reflects the circle fires and the starlight. And perhaps he knows not that a Princess watches through the pulled too curtains of her tent. Perhaps he knows not of the heat that it brings to her cheeks, and what it stirs in her.

Or perhaps he does, and he lingers in his washing longer than necessary.

decides the temperature for the ac/heater

“Be ye troi’yin’ ta catch ye dea’d?”

A stride or three carries him to the fire. Stoking and adding fuel to the embers. Forcing it back into a roaring dance, whose heat bleeds into the room far to slow for his liking. And a fur is fetched from the chest near by. Laid about her shoulders and wrapped around her tightly. Hands doing what they can to rub her frame. To bring heat back into limbs. Only to stop with her words.

He knows. My brother. He knows. And I fear he means you harm.

A flicker of light that has no source amid green and yellow. And it takes but a moment for hands shift. For fingers to catch beneath her chin and lift her face to his.

“He can troi’y, Réiltín. He may even suceed. Bu’ d’harm he do will be upon himself in d’en’. Me duty be ta ye. An’ oi’ no’ abandon me pos’. No’ matter wha’ da prince moi’ght do. Oi’no’ will leave ye. Ye, believe d’at….aye?”

A forward motion, a collapse and there they remain. Tangled in each other by her hearth. For he meant what he said. He would not leave her. Not for anything. In this realm or the other.

sets up holiday decorations

Picketing tents and unloading tables from wagons. It is not easy work but he sees it done all the same. For tonight the castle will be alive both within and without. A festival to honor the harvest and a new cycle of seasons. Celebrations that will ring across both realms. And there is a joy in him that perhaps some do not understand.

So when she comes flitting to his side. A crown of flowers set gingerly upon his head. There is a smile that escapes. One that settles deeply into his bones. And the crown is left where it is. For when a princess offers you good tidings and a gift—you keep it. And you honor it for as long as the flowers hold their color.

leaves the lights on

But it will go out without tending.

“D’en oi’will tend i’.”

All night?

“Aye, Réiltín. All noi’ght.”

A promise that he keeps. For she does not abide the dark well. Afraid of the things within it. Afraid of the spirits and their tricks. So he tends the light. Keeps it burning bright and warm. Because he can not tell her there is nothing to fear. He can not tell her the darkness would not dare. For even the dark must live by rules. Rules that were written far before either of them were every thoughts. Rules that his Lady was there to help write.

uses the bathroom with the door open

It isn’t his fault though perhaps his luck, that the foolish boy had left the prince’s best saddle to the elements. Draped over the wall meant to mark the grounds of the cattle fields. Maybe he should have left it be, but how can he? Sitting there as it had been, just begging to be stolen. Or worse yet ruined.

And it’s all fun and games is it not? For the faire folk are like the wind. They blow both ways. And one ill turn deserves another. So the saddle is taken. The leather used to alleviate the itch in his teeth. The detailed stitch torn bit by bit by bit and scattered across the dewy grass. And eventually….stained with liquids never meant to be applied.

And there he leaves it to be found upon the morrow. Another casualty of the monster the prince has yet to capture.

fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber)

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It seems to grow louder with each occurrence. The rain that pours down in sheets, has found it’s way into the thatching and through the stone. He’s not the tools to mend and fix and he must wait for the morning.

Morning that can not come fast enough. Morning that he meets with little rest and lagging feet. Both of which she notices. As well as the dampness of his boots. For he had not else to catch the invading rain in but them, and not the time nor tools to dry them before he was expected at her door.

I will have the holes addressed before the day is out.

“Aye, as ye wish.”

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