#electricians are not allowed inside

[toytulini]

victorian style haunted house that has dysphoria about not being an open concept minimalist hellhole, before we even have those, so it doesnt know why it just feels sooo miserable and has to lash out at everyone inside it, so its wretched and haunted the whole time, until its finally bought by a house flipper in the 2020s who knows JUST how to fix it

[natalievoncatte]

The heat was getting to be a problem.

The power had been out in National City for three days, and those three days were expected to be among the hottest of the year. Lena was, frankly, desperate.

You might think that she’d have it easy, but anyone who would think that a penthouse in a skyscraper would be easy to cool would quickly be disabused of that notion. The windows mostly didn’t open and having the balcony doors spread wide did next to nothing when the breeze felt like opening an oven, even up here.

It had been Alex’s suggestion, sent by text.

Why don’t you go to Kara’s? The loft is pretty breezy.

She was right, of course. When Lena arrived, Kara had every one of her huge loft windows open, allowing the breeze to flow freely through the open, airy space.

There was another problem, though.

When Kara opened the door, Lena nearly keeled over. Kara was wearing a sports bra and shorts so short they barely deserved the name, exposing a vast amount of golden, sun-kissed skin. Worse, her gloriously muscled stomach and shoulders glistened with sweat.

Lena was surprised to see that the heat bothered her, but it clearly did. Kara had forgone her glasses, too, and after she opened the door, she swept the back of her hand across her forehead and sighed.

“Hi,” Lena squeaked.

“Hi yourself. Hot out there?”

“It’s hot in here.”

“Come in, come in,” said Kara.

Lena stepped inside, forcing herself not to stare at Kara’s thick thighs and the swell of her chest under straining fabric. Was that zipper some advanced Kryptonian technology?

“Want something to drink?”

“Isn’t your fridge dead, too?”

“Yeah, but I cheat. Watch.”

Kara slipped a bottle of water out of a pack on her counter and breathed on it. Ice crystals formed on the surface and the water visibly chilled. It shocked Lena when she accepted it and the cold water on her lips was bliss. Lena let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of cold spreading through her chest, cooling her body.

When she opened her eyes, Kara was the one staring. Lena had thrown on a short, a-frame sun dress that bared her back, for no other reason than making sure that her skin could have as much surface exposed to the air to evaporate and cool her down as possible.

“So what are you up to?” Lena asked.

Kara gestured to the notebook and stacks of papers on the table.

“Old-fashioned journalism, I guess. My laptop battery died yesterday.”

“I thought you’d be out there trying to fix the power.”

Kara shrugged. “With what, my super-electrician powers?”

Lena shot her a look, raising her brow.

Kara turned away, heading for the windows.

Oh, Jesus, Lena thought.

It wasn’t as if Lena hadn’t… noticed Kara’s physique. She wasn’t blind, after all. They’d taken spin class together, and Kara liked to wear leggings on the weekends.

But holy shit, those shorts made her ass look… Super.

Lena was still fumbling over a buns of steel pun in her head when Kara turned back.

“Hey, you okay? Your heart raced for a second there.”

“F-fine,” said Lena.

“Alex and the others are coming over tonight for an emergency game night,” said Kara. “I better get ready.”

For the next couple of hours, Lena helped Kara neaten up her apartment and prepare non-perishable snacks and a cooler full of beer and wine coolers, chilled care of Kara. Alex and Kelly were the first to show up, with Alex giving Lena a cheeky look as she walked into the apartment.

“Hey, you two,” she said. “Been having a hot time?”

There was something brittle in Kara’s laugh that set Lena a little on edge, and the Danvers sisters shared one of those looks they shared that made Lena wonder if they could communicate telepathically. Whatever the message was, it made Kara look away first, distracting with an offered beer that Alex gladly accepted.

Lena took a wine cooler, wishing it were wine.

Nia and Brainy showed up next, followed by J’onn, who was the only one fully dressed in a button-down shirt and khakis, while everyone else was dressed for the beach or a track meet.

Lena sat on the floor, because the hardwood was cool under her butt, and leaned back against Kara’s couch. Kara sat beside her and Lena’s heart definitely sped up.

Looking over, it was hard to tear her eyes away. Kara made a magnificent display- the blocky weight of her shoulders, full biceps and strong arms and bulky, sculpted forearms. Lena’s eyes followed the vein on the back of Kara’s arm down the back of her strong hand and the elegant lengths of her fingers.

Kara kept her nails neatly trimmed like that because of Supergirl duties, right?

Right?

“Hey Luthor? You having a heat stroke?” said Alex. “You look spaced out over there.”

Alex had a playful grin plastered on her face, though she too was sweating profusely. A cooler breeze rolled in through the big windows and everyone sighed in delight.

Except J’onn. “What shall we play first?” she said.

“Clue!” Nia chirped.

“Brainy always kicks our ass at Clue,” said Alex, “and I am not playing Monopoly with a literal billionaire again.”

“Perhaps we should play Risk,” said J’onn, rifling through the game shelf.

“We could try Twisted,” Kara suggested in a deadpan voice.

Lena swallowed hard, thinking of herself tangled up on the mat with Kara, clothes glued to their skin by sweat, salty skin sliding against salty skin, the scent of her…

“Earth to Lena,” said Alex. “Got any ideas?”

“Exploding Kittens,” said Lena. “We haven’t done that one in a while.”

“Kara, chill us some cold ones, will you?” said Nia.

Once everyone had a rapidly warming drink, Brainy dealt the cards and the game began. Alex called Kara out for peeking several times, with that loaded Danvers Sisters Look and an almost predatory smirk.

She wasn’t the only one peeking.

Lena participate in the game but her mind was elsewhere, specifically the valley of Kara’s broad back, where sweat gathered between her muscles and rain down in heavy beads, or the sweat gathering along her collarbone or sparking along the lush inner curves of her tightly contained breasts.

“Hey,” said Kara. “It’s your turn, Lena.”

Then she reached over and brushed damp lock of inky hair out of Lena’s eyes.

She could have melted. She swallowed hard, brushed the sweat from her brow, and made a hasty and wasteful play that would probably cost her any chance of winning, but she didn’t care. The game seemed at most a distant concern.

Kara’s tongue glazing along her soft pink lips was much more interesting. They’d pretty much all given up on makeup but Kara was still positively radiant, soft and inviting and homey in a way that made Lena ache in her chest.

And, uh, other places.

It was full dark now, so they finished the game and Kara and Alex got up to light a few candles.

“This is like camping,” said Nia.

“We should have thought to procure ‘marshmallows’, said Brainy. “Kara could toast them with her heat vision.”

“We hardly need more heat. I’m boiling,” said Lena.

J’onn let out a soft grunt. “It’s my turn to go on patrol. I think I’ll be the first to head out.

Everyone gave their goodbyes as he headed out the window. The others huddled closer around the table, lit by the candle sitting in the middle.

“We should tell scary stories,” said Alex. “Like around a campfire.”

“Since it was your idea, you go first,” said Kelly.

Alex leaned into it with abandon, leaning in over the table as she started spinning a campfire yarn that Lena quickly recognized as The Hook.

Kara edged closer, until her bare thigh pressed against Lena. She leaned in close, and it wouldn’t have taken much for Lena to… rest her head on Kara’s shoulder. It just kind of happened, Kara’s scent filling her nostrils as she turned into Kara.

Lena flinched as Kara shot her a concerned look.

She can hear my heartbeat.

Kara must have thought Lena was scared, because she casually slipped an arm around her.

Lena’s breath caught. Kara’s powerful arm rested lazily around her hip and her relaxed hand rested on Lena’s thigh, fingers placed lightly on bare skin.

It was a powerfully possessive gesture, not just protective but… more. Lena shifted a little and let herself completely fall against Kara.

Alex kept on telling the story, her gaze pausing heavily on the two of them as she scanned the room. Brainy looked bored but Nia looked genuinely petrified and Kelly was looking at her wife with the kind of adoring reference that was currently plastered on Lena’s face as she looked up at Kara.

Alex reached the crescendo of the story and Lena let out a little gasp, turning her face into Kara’s neck, more for the sake of it than out of fear. Kara’s hand stroked lazily up and down her back.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone get you,” Kara whispered.

“You two okay over there?” said Alex.

“Fine,” said Kara.

“There are two actual couples here and you two are the ones doing the heavy petting.”

They weren’t heavy petting. Okay sure, Lena had her fingers curled around Kara’s hip and Kara’s hand was staring to pass the platonic zone when stroking her back but…

Oh.

“It’s getting late,” said Kelly. “Maybe we should head home.”

“Agreed,” said Nia. “Come on, Brainy.”

Lena and Kara didn’t get up.

The others did, piling out of the apartment. Alex went last, shooting Kara another of those damned looks, smiling like a self-satisfied cat after a big stretch.

The door closed and Kara yawned.

“Mind if I stay?” Lena said, quickly. “My place is just too hot to sleep.”

“Of course,” Kara said softly.

Lena didn’t move. They were alone now, the apartment dark except for candles that threw flickering shadows and made Kara even more ethereal. Lena could barely believe someone so gorgeous could be real.

“Lena,” Kara said quietly. “Have you ever thought about…” she trailed off.

“About what?”

“Us. What we are to each other.”

“Yes,” said Lena.

“Me too.”

“What are you thinking?” Lena asked.

“You’re my best friend. You mean more to me than basically anyone else, and the thought of you has kept me going through some really dark times.”

When Kara smiled for her, her eyes lit up, sparkling in the candlelight, like moonlight dancing on nighttime waves. She was entrancing.

“I…” Lena began. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you as just a friend. There’s more on the table if you want it.”

“More like… kissing?”

“Yes, exactly.”

This was actually happening. It was real, not a daydream or a fantasy. Kara moved with agonizing slowness, full of a gentle, kind intensity as she leaned down and lightly brushed her lips across Lena’s.

It was like being tossed in a tub of ice water… in a good way. Lena shivered as Kara cupped her jaw and went for another kiss, more forcefully this time, more insistent. The breathed as one.

“Kara,” Lena whispered.

She couldn’t help it. Lena dragged her tongue over Kara’s skin, tasting the sweat pooled at the base of her neck. Kara let out a low moan followed by a deep basso rumble in her chest, pulsating in time with her breathing.

“Did you just lick my sweat?”

“Are you purring?!”

Kara giggled. “I can do lots of things.”

Lena looked up at her with lidded eyes. “Oh yeah? Show me what you got.”

She squeaked as Kara picked her up in a single smooth motion, and with a self-satisfied smirk, carried her towards the bed.

Later, as they lay in a tangle of perspiring limbs atop sweat-soaked sheets, the power thumped back on and the air conditioning began to blow over them, chilling Lena’s skin.

She barely noticed.

[gin-juice-tonic]

You guys can read more of what I wrote for that episode if you want.

It connects back to this post about candy asking dipper and mabel for help with the man who lives in her attic, continuing from there

INTRO: https://gin-juice-tonic.tumblr.com/post/677209717915959296/this-is-how-the-episode-starts

(needs re-writing)

CANDY, MABEL, AND DIPPER ARE WALKING UP THE PATH TO CANDY’S FRONT DOOR.

CANDY: I heard you were called like, the “mystery twins!” now. So I thought maybe you could help me with my mystery.

DIPPER, SLIGHTLY EMBARRASSED: Well, that’s more of a working title, but it’s not really importa-

MABEL: Ohhhh I’m so excited to see inside your house, Candy! I hope it’s exactly like my dreams.

CANDY: I’ve had a few dreams of your house as well! Though, I hope it would be nothing like my dreams. It’s usually made of indescribable geometric shapes, shifting forms at high speeds.

CANDY: The furniture is very uncomfortable.

ALL: ...  

CANDY, DIPPER, AND MABEL ALL ENTER CANDY’S HOUSE. 

CANDY: Well, welcome to my home. Please take off your shoes.

IT IS FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH STUFFED ANIMALS (SHOW SEVERAL SHOTS OF ABSURD AMOUNT OF STUFFED ANIMALS)

[MABEL SCREAMS]

[MABEL AND DIPPER TAKE OFF SHOES WHILE LOOKING AT HOUSE]

MABEL: AOOHHH!!! Candy!!! It’s like a build a bear exploded in here! It’s all I’ve ever wished for!

DIPPER: You wish for build a bears to explode? [MABEL SMILES AND NODS]

CANDY: The plushies are all my mom’s. She's been collecting them since before I was born. She likes to display them around the house in various everyday situations. 

CANDY: See? Those two are on their first date. 

[SHOT OF CUTE ANIMALS ON DATE]

MABEL: Aww!

CANDY: And those two are rerouting the wires put in by the shoddy electrician who built this place in the 80s.

[SHOT OF TOY BEARS DOING DANGEROUS REAL ELECTRICAL WORK]

MABEL AND DIPPER LOOK OVER MILDLY CONFUZZLED: Huh.

CANDY: But anyway, we have more important things to discuss. Please sit down. 

CANDY GESTURES TO A SECTIONAL COUCH WRAPPED AROUND A TABLE

[CANDY AND MABEL TAKE THEIR SEATS, STUFFED ANIMALS ARE STILL EVERYWHERE - INCLUDING AROUND THE COUCH]

DIPPER IS FORCED TO SIT NEXT TO ONE OF THOSE CUTESY DOG ANIMAL PLUSHIES WITH THE BUTT-HOLES ON THEM. IT’S ON A SHELF EYE LEVEL WITH HIS HEAD. HE IS CLEARLY UNHAPPY ABOUT THIS. (S&P would likely not allow this. I do not care)

DIPPER, TURNING HIS HEAD AWAY FROM THE PLUSHY’S BUTT: So… what’s the deal with this attic guy you’re asking us about? 

CANDY CLOSES HER EYES AND MAKES A GRAVE EXPRESSION

CANDY: The Attic Man has been in my life for as long as I can remember. Always stomping around in the ceiling and scratching around in the walls when he knows I’m home alone. The closet in my room has a door connecting up to the attic… Sometimes, when I stay up too late, I can feel his eyes stare at me.

CANDY OPENS HER EYES

CANDY: I’m pretty sure he comes in my room when I’m asleep, and I spend every night wondering when he’s finally going to come down and take me away.

CANDY TURNS OFF A FLASHLIGHT SHE HAD BEEN USING FOR MOOD LIGHTING

MABEL: That’s so scary! What does he look like?

CANDY: I don’t know. I’ve never actually seen him. 

DIPPER: You’ve never seen him? How do you know it’s not just a racoon or something? 

CANDY: I’ve had my parents check up there more than a few times. They looked and set out traps, but have never found anything. If it was an animal, it would’ve been caught by now. He must be something at least as smart as a man to have evaded capture for so long.

CANDY: Additionally, the other day, I found… This. My first concrete proof of his existence.

[CANDY HOLDS UP A GUM WRAPPER]

DIPPER: You found some trash? 

CANDY: Not just any trash, Dipper. A gum wrapper! And look!

[CANDY OPENS UP THE WRAPPER TO SHOW THE GUM CHALKY RESIDUE STUFF INSIDE. ITS PINKISH]

[DIPPER AND MABEL LOOK AT EACH OTHER] 

CANDY: It’s cinnamon. Nobody in my family likes cinnamon gum! It’s disgusting! 

[CANDY GIVES THE WRAPPER TO MABEL]

[MABEL LICKS THE WRAPPER]

MABEL: Blegh!

MABEL, SURPRISED: Gasp! It is! 

MABEL HANDS THE WRAPPER TO DIPPER.

DIPPER INSPECTS THE WRAPPER INVESTIGATIVELY: So all we have to go off of is a cinnamon gum wrapper… 

DIPPER PUTS HIS TONGUE ON IT ABSENTMINDEDLY

DIPPER MAKES A GROSSED OUT FACE: (quietly) eugh.

DIPPER: -That could’ve been dropped by anyone.

CANDY: Do YOU know anyone who likes cinnamon gum?

DIPPER: Well… no. But-

[NOISES THAT ARE OBVIOUSLY NOT A RACCOON ECHO FORM THE CEILING]

[EVERYONE LOOKS AT THE CEILING IN SHOCK]

[CANDY AND MABEL LOOK AT DIPPER]

DIPPER: Okay. Those noises did sound pretty mannish. I maintain the gum still could’ve been dropped by anyone though.

(cut to black - commercial)

CANDY, STEALING A BRIEFCASE FROM A STUFFED ANIMAL, THEN PUTTING THE STUFFED ANIMAL IN THE BRIEFCASE : He knows what I’m doing! He’s going to get us before we can get him! We’ve got to leave!

DIPPER, STOPPING CANDY. Nothing’s going to get you! Don’t worry Candy, you can count on us. We’re the mystery twins, remember?.

MABEL, CLIMBING THE COUCH AND YELLING AT CEILING: Yeah! You hear that attic guy? The only one getting got is going to be you! When we get you! Before you can get us! 

DIPPER, PACING, THINKING: In order to figure out what we’re dealing with here, we’re going to need to get up into that attic and investigate. 

(Mabel hops down from the couch in a silly fashion)

DIPPER, TURNING TO CANDY: Since you’re the only one out of the three of us who lives here, we’ll need you to come with us to show us around. Can you do that?

[CANDY LOOKS DOWN AT HER BRIEFCASE, THEN UP AT MABEL AND DIPPER LOOKING BRAVE]

CANDY: …

CANDY: Can I be a mystery twin too? 

DIPPER: I mean that’s kinda our-

[MABEL SHOOTS HIM A LOOK]

DIPPER: Yes. You can be the third mystery twin.

MABEL: Alright! Mystery twins on 3!

MABEL: One two three! 

ALL: MYSTERY TWINS!

DIPPER: Three of us.

CUT TO STAN ON THE PHONE WITH SOOS.

https://gin-juice-tonic.tumblr.com/post/677211635075694592

SOOS SHOWS UP AT THE SHACK

STAN LEADS HIM TO A BIG CLOSET

STAN: First things first, before we do any actual cleaning you’re gonna help me throw out stuff from this closet.

[mangjeol-jiah]

Ghost Face x reader

Idea by: @iku-tihku

Thank you allowing me to write the said idea!

TW: blood, injuries, stalking, mention of death.

WC: 1324

You forgot when it started. But you vividly remember the day your phone rang with an unknown called ID. Against your better judgment, you decided to answer it. Thinking it was probably the electrician calling you back for your TV not working. "Who could this be?" mumbling to yourself while picking up your phone. Remembering that you had saved the electrician's contact details you narrowed your eyes a little. You declined the call and returned the phone in its place. Not even allowing yourself to take a step back, the phone rang again. You declined again, this went on for another three times before you got fed up and answered it. "What do you want? Can't you take a hint I won't take the call? Well, now you have my attention, so spill it! You have a minute!" You ranted to the small device, not allowing the other person to even start speaking. You swore you heard them try to speak first but they simply waited for you to finish your little rant. Then it came. A chuckle and a deep voice spoke. Almost as if the person was purposefully speaking in a deeper tone to sound intimidating. "I'm watching you." was all the caller said before abruptly hanging up. You stood there confused. "Did he seriously call nonstop just to tell me that? What are these pranks today," you said and set the phone down again before returning to the kitchen. You had to prepare dinner after all. Taking a plate and carrying it to the sink. Placing it inside the sink you started to do the dishes. However, as you looked up in front of the kitchen window, you swore you saw something moving in the bushes at the edge of your backyard. Shaking your head and drying your hands, you quickly closed the curtain and walked towards your room. It was late at night and you were scared out of your mind. Locking your bedroom door, your hands reached to take off the shirt. Before you could do it, your attention snapped to the bedroom window. Where a flash of light happened. Heart racing fast, you quickly pulled the curtains in front of the window. "What the hell.." You mumbled as you crossed your arms over your chest. Thankfully you were decently dressed. God knows what would have happened if you didn't notice the movement. Eyes scanning the room, you found the metal bat your brother gifted you last year. He said it was for protection and you were finally coming around to needing to use it. However, in unfortunate events, it will be useful. Deciding to sleep in your clothes instead of changing, you climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over you. Metal bat to the right of you, you quickly set up alarms on your phone so you could wake up early.

And that's how the paranoia started. Some days passed without a single call or a feeling of being watched. Other days were lived with constant paranoia where you had the feeling of being watched. Multiple times you went without sleep, sometimes even afraid to leave your room for days on end. The constant terror of this Ghostface, you learned his name within a month, chose you was beyond your comprehension. One thing was certain, he was intent on making your life a living hell.

Today, you went out with a friend you haven't seen in a long time. She questioned you about the constant glances you cast over your shoulder as you two talked. Brushing her off with few excuses which were easy to think of. "Oh, I thought something touched my back." or, "Something ran in the corner of my eye.." and other cheap excuses you could come up with. In the end, the friend ended your hang-out short due to being called by her work. Emergency at work and she needs to cover a shift for someone who had collapsed on the job.

And just like that, you were alone in the street. It was still daytime, so it wasn't that scary. The feeling of being watched returned, and you hurried home.

--??? POV

He couldn't understand why this cheap knockoff picked you to terrorize. The ways he did so were pathetic in comparison to what he could do. He couldn't just allow this knockoff to terrorize you, promising himself he would get rid of him for you. Instead, maybe he will give you a call or two himself. He observed your form disappearing down the street from the spot where he hid himself.

--- Normal POV

Once you got home, you made sure to lock all the windows and doors. Close all the curtains you can find and triple-check everything. Every light was turned on and you couldn't wait to be back to work. These free days you got were insufferable.

"Fuck me.." You said when you sat down, OK, your bed. Checking news on your phone and not seeing anything worthwhile you turned to playing games on your phone.

A few hours later, you get a warning that your phone will turn off in 30 seconds unless you plug it in. Eyes widening, you quickly scrambled to put it to charge. Once that was taken care of, you pulled one curtain back a little only to realize it was night already. "Just how long was I on my phone?" You mumbled to yourself. You went to the kitchen and grabbed a pre-made dinner, an onigiri filled with tuna. You tried to make it for the first time that morning and now you finally had the chance to eat it. Scarfing down the onigiri, you returned to your room and locked the door again. You quickly changed into your pajamas and lay down on the bed. Sleep found you minutes later.

Morning came and you woke up with your multiple alarms blaring to the loudest. Sleepily you turned everything off and got up. Getting ready for the day never felt good like before. You had to worry about your stalker and any wrong move and he might just leak any photos he acquired. If he even took any incriminating ones.

The doorbell ringing got to your attention. You went to the door, opening it only to see no one there. Looking around you found a letter on the floor. Picking it up and carrying it inside. You opened it up and read the contents. Eyes widening on what you have read.

Putting down the note, you quickly went to the living room again and turned on the Television. Putting the news channel you sat on the couch and waited patiently. Some ,. Whoevernews later, and then, finally, it happened. The reporter started talking about a body being found in the woods. Mutilated beyond recognition. Yet the reporter's face quickly turned into a small smirk. "it seems this body belongs to the infamous Ghost Face. Rest easy.citizens whoever iinitely wantduties jutixsw for his rain of terror. How did he find him is beyond our knowledge. And the perpetrator left no traces so we are unable to determine who was behind this. Nevertheless, you all can rest easy that the stalking has been stopped. But if you know of anyone who could have done this, feel free to stop by the police station and..... " You shut down the television and sighed in relief. You were finally free and yet you weren't. Taking back the note you read it again.

" He won't trouble you anymore dollRealThe real Deal"

So the real Ghost Face is your savior? Would he stalk you now? By the, message you hoped not. You couldn't survive another round of the past A fewths. Few days hav,e passed and you still have to get used to being normal again. The glances behind the back have reduced greatly and you could sleep in peace. Now hearing some insects singing during the night.

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER SIXTY → CLOUDBUSTING

summary: steve harrington x oc || read on Ao3

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 3.1k || masterlist || ocs moodboard

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

previous chapter ← → next chapter

a/n. season 4 here we go! the first couple of chapters (technically) act more like a prelude to the official season but that's simply bc the duffers are cowards and never brought kali back so I had to do it myself lol

TAGGED LIST. @sattlersquarry, @leptitlu

FRIDAY, MARCH 21. INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA. 11:47 PM

Red and blue lights painted Sunshine Torres in an unsavory glow as they woke up a sleeping street of a sleeping neighborhood. 

Her feet smacked against the damp pavement, carrying her away from the cop cars that surrounded the house. Through a shadowy alley, she fled, quickly becoming a ghost on the scene before anyone could catch them. 

They left a man alone, lying on the ground in front of a shattered window in his once peaceful hideout, and if Sunshine was being honest with herself, she did not feel as bad about it as she should have. 

To the police, the man was nothing more than a poor electrician with little to nothing tied to his name, a fake name, but it would take them too long to figure that out. All the man wanted was to start fresh, but he didn’t run far enough. 

“Jesus Christ!” Huffed a figure stumbling a few steps behind Sunshine, trying to keep up. “We are so screwed!” 

Taking a sharp turn into another alley, Sunshine kept her focus ahead, ignoring the grumblings from the teenage boy lagging behind. 

A wall sat on the opposite end of the alley, leaving only one way in and one way out. 

A set of instructions replayed in her mind over and over. Look for the blue house with plywood nailed across the door, hide in the alley across the street, and don’t get caught. They were in the right place, much to her relief. 

Sunshine allowed herself to relax against one of the brick buildings. 

“They’re gonna find us.” 

“No,” she replied, closing her eyes with the hope of seeing something besides the dead body of a man who they only wanted to question as a part of their, not so much Sunshine’s, search for answers. “They won’t. This is where she told us to meet.” 

The slumped figure of the man was the only thing waiting for her on the inside of her eyelids, so she quickly forced them open and tried to push past the exhaustion that had a tight hold of her. 

“You trust her?” the teenage boy questioned. “For all we know, she booked it the hell out of here and is on her way to psycho-murder my father before I get the chance to talk to him.” 

Irritation pricked the corners of Sunshine’s mind, but she pressed her lips together in a thin line and hoped that he’d stop talking. 

He didn’t. 

“She could have pinned this whole thing on us and skipped town, leaving us with no way home tonight while the streets are swarmed with cops looking for whoever killed that dude! I’m too young to go to prison, Danielle. And-” 

“Shut up!” Sunshine whisper-yelled through gritted teeth. 

Her heart raced, and it was only made worse by the splitting headache the boy pacing in front of her caused. 

She lifted her hands in an attempt to wipe sweat from her brow but stopped when she caught sight of them. Dried blood crusted underneath her fingernails, and it stained her hands an ugly burgundy. Spots of blood clung to her jeans, where she tried to wipe them off, leaving her covered in evidence that pointed to her guilt.

If they were caught, there was little chance anyone would believe their story. They looked beyond guilty. They were a couple of teenagers on the run with a cause that no policeman would ever believe. 

The night had turned into a much bigger disaster than Sunshine had intended or wanted. It was painfully overwhelming, and being away from the people she cared the most for only made her feel worse. The only thing that had brought her comfort the last couple of days was the sun-shaped pendant that had adorned her neck since her first Christmas after escaping the Lab. Every time she clutched the metal between her fingers, she was reminded of all the good things and good people waiting for her return home.

However, when Sunshine reached for her necklace, all she was met with were her bare collarbones. 

“No, no, no,” she gasped, frantically reaching around her neck for any sign of the necklace that may have gotten twisted or tangled around. 

The blond stopped his pacing. “What? What’s wrong?” 

“My necklace,” Sunshine breathed out, her eyes lining with unshed tears. “It’s gone.” 

It felt like more than that, though. It was more than a missing piece of jewelry. The necklace had become a part of her, a piece of her heart that she carried outside her body. She hadn’t left her house without it on since she was gifted it; the lack of it, even for a moment, made her feel unbalanced. 

Calum Miller held no sympathy for her loss; he didn't get it. 

“Are you serious right now?” he scoffed, mouth agape in disbelief. “A man is dead, and we’re being chased or hunted or…fuck if I know, and you’re worried about some stupid necklace?” 

Her irritation bloomed and sparked brighter. She suddenly pushed herself off the wall, heart in her throat, and shoved Calum as hard as she could, catching him off guard. He stumbled backward but didn’t let his footing slip on the wet gravel under them.  

Sunshine burned and there was an unrelenting tightness in her chest that made breathing harder and harder. She focused all of her frustration on Calum because he was the closest thing to her. 

“This is your fault!” Her voice rose, threatening to give away their hiding spot but Sunshine could not find it in herself to care at the moment. If they were caught, she could escape, but she couldn’t say the same for Calum. “Why couldn’t you just stop? Why won’t you just stop ?” 

If it weren’t for the darkness of the alleyway, Calum would have seen how red her face felt, hot a seething with so much emotion that her hands trembled. Her anger was ready to boil over, but she didn’t understand why exactly.

She had always been good at keeping a level head and not letting her emotions, especially her anger, get the best of her. Sunshine knew what that did to a person, yet, every tie that held her down was either missing from around her neck or miles away back in Hawkins, completely unaware of what she had been up to for the last couple of days. 

She was untethered, free-floating in feelings she had tried to water down for years with no one to stomp out the fire. All she had was a teenage boy who fanned the flames. 

With each step she took toward him, Calum stumbled until his back hit the opposite wall. 

There was an unwavering fight in him, and Sunshine wanted to admire his drive and hard-headedness, but she couldn’t anymore. 

Sunshine always tried to look for the light, but all of her thought had become shadows, all-consuming and rolling in like a thunderstorm. 

Calum swallowed and lifted his chin to her in an attempt to seem bigger or more intimidating than the girl with unnatural abilities; it was almost laughable. “You can blame me all you want,” he said. There was a cut across his forehead from a shard of glass that had blown across the dead man’s living room along with the first bullet. It was still bleeding, rolling down the side of his face. 

“But you’re still here too. You agreed to this. You agreed to help your…what? Your sister? You made her a promise you never intended to keep. That doesn’t make me the bad guy here.” 

His words pricked her skin, digging into her. She didn’t know exactly what overcame her, but before she fully realized what she was doing, she had one hand illuminated with a dangerous glow and held it close to his cheek, but not close enough to touch his skin. 

Calum winced at the heat and tried to pull back, but he was pressed as far into the wall as he could go, and Sunshine loomed in front of him with eyes that glittered menacingly golden. 

“You told her your father’s alive,” she said, her voice low and cold. “You gave him up and sentenced him to whatever kind of revenge she has planned. All I wanted was to change her mind. I wanted her to come home with me and forget about all of this. I wanted her to get a fresh start and a home.” Despite the ice in her tone or the glow in her palm, tears gathered in her eyes once more. 

She felt too much at once; it was strangling her. 

Sunshine wanted to be done. She wanted to put a lifetime distance between herself and the Lab. She wanted the same for all of the children still left alive, but it was never-ending. 

Sunshine was tired of all of it. 

“You can’t accept the fact that your father is a bad man, and always was.” Sunshine’s hand inched closer, almost grazing his cheek. They were nose to nose. “I think you’re too scared to admit that maybe you’re meant to be just as terrible as he is.” 

Calum stilled at her words, and his fight slipped out of his reach. The skin on his cheek started to flush pink and he turned his head in a lame attempt to avoid it. 

She wanted to stop, to pull away and take a breath but something was keeping her there, a little voice in the back of her head taunting her and keeping her rooted in place. 

“Danielle…” Calum breathed out, his eyes screwed shut and cheek burning as if someone held a lighter to it. Fear laced his tensed muscles and added a tremble to his voice. 

In Hawkins, back home, her friends referred to her abilities as superpowers like the heroes in their comic books. They admired them, even if Sunshine sometimes detested them. But in that moment, Calum Miller saw her far removed from deserving the superhero title. 

Maybe both of them were meant to become the one thing they feared the most: the people they had once admired. 

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TWO DAYS PRIOR

The scream was explosive. 

Seven’s ears rang from the noise, and she dropped the chess piece in her hand, letting it clatter onto the board and roll off the table. The sound of it crashing against the rainbow-painted tile was silenced under the shrill scream and it drew no one's eye. 

Instead, every child left in the Rainbow Room looked to the corner where a girl a year or two older than Seven had a boy pinned to the floor. Her arm pressed against his neck and her body straddling his struggling one. 

It all happened so fast, as the girl’s battle-like scream altered the soldiers right outside. But in the short time she had, the girl managed to cause as much damage as she could.

Seven heard it before she saw it. A crack followed by a scream. The boy’s arm, which had tried to shove her away, bent backward in an unnatural way and caused him to cry out in pain. Blood leaked from the girl’s nose and her whole body trembled, but she didn’t stop. 

Even as the soldiers stormed in and readied to jab their taser into the subject’s back, the girl continued. She stared at the boy under her with cold, almost lifeless eyes, until his other arm was shattered in a similar vein. 

That was all the damage she was able to do before electricity replaced her sudden rage, crackling under the fluorescent lights. She convulsed onto the ground, freeing the double broken armed-boy who continued to sob. 

Both of them were hauled up and out of the Rainbow room as the other kids sat in stunned silence, watching as the doors shut and block them out from whatever was going to happen next.  

From across the table, a scoff pulled Seven’s attention away from the closed doors and noises that became too distant to hear. 

Eight stared at the chess board, but she wasn’t contemplating her next move. 

“What happened?” Seven whispered, referring to the outburst. 

Eight’s eyes flickered upwards and narrowed slightly when they met Seven’s. Eight’s eyes were dark but in a different way than Ivy's. While looking into Ivy’s eyes resembled staring into a black sea, filtered with little ripples of moonlight but ultimately all-consuming and easy to drown in if one looked too long, Eight’s eye reminded Seven of the night sky that she only saw in her dreams. Deep brown irises that almost looked black, fitted with lighter brown flecks that one could compare to stars when it really was just the reflection of the bright overhead lights. 

Both girls had intimating gazes, but Eight’s didn’t hold the same gentleness that Ivy’s did when she looked at Seven. Eight always looked like she knew more than everyone else, or that she saw something in the air that no one else could. 

“She broke,” Eight replied simply. 

“Broke?” Seven repeated, confused. “She…She broke his arms." 

Eight shook her head. “No.” With one finger, Eight tapped the center of her forehead. “In here, inside her head. Something…” She grabbed a crayon from the shelf behind her and held it up for a moment. Red was the color, the same color at the top of the rainbow painted across the floor, and the same color of blood that stained the tiles where the one-sided fight had just occurred.  

Eight grabbed both sides of the crayon and pushed her thumbs up against the middle of it, pressing hard enough that it broke into two pieces. 

At the snap of the crayon that echoed the snap of the boy’s arms, Seven flinched and watched as Eight let the two pieces fall onto the chess board. 

“...Snapped,” said Eight. “Do you know what I think?” Seven shook her head. 

Eight wasn’t that much older than her, a year or two at most, but she had arrived just after Seven by a couple of months. It didn’t make sense that she knew more than Seven did. Yet, Eight liked to play alone aside from the occasional game of chess and didn’t have the fierce protectiveness of Ivy looming over her every move. She saw and heard more Seven. 

“It’ll happen to all of us,” she began. “Our heads, what’s inside there, it can’t handle this forever. If we stay, we’ll snap too.” 

“We’ll hurt each other?” Seven whispered, too scared to ask the question any louder. Anyone could be listening, and she was sure conversion like that was not allowed inside the Rainbow Room. It was a matter of minutes before more soldiers would enter to shoo them all back into their bedrooms so they could clean up and control the situation that had just unfolded. 

Eight pressed her lips into a thin line for a moment, staring at Seven with a gaze that was unreadable to the younger girl. 

The other half of the broken crayon rolled in front of Seven, but she didn’t touch it. 

“I think we can hurt everyone,” Eight said with no hint of worry or remorse behind her words. It was a statement a fact, she seemed to believe in. 

Seven began to believe her too. 

Waking up in a cold sweat, Sunshine sat up in the darkness of her bedroom and clutched her chest. She felt her heart race under her fingertips and through the light fabric of her shirt. 

Bringing her hands up to her face, she tried to rub away the old visions of the Hawkins National Laboratory from her eyes. They had a habit of staining her vision and her dreams, especially as of late. 

Instead of the scattered memories intertwined with more recent events of Demogorgons and the Mind Flayer, nearly every time Sunshine closed her eyes she was met with nightmares of the Lab. She could hardly remember the last time she slept a night without at least a flicker of the horror she had experienced as a young girl. 

The more recent nightmares she had involved an old face she hadn’t thought about in quite some time. 

When the twins and El returned to Hawkins the night El closed the Gate, for the first time, they all told Sunshine about their time spent with Eight, who went by her actual name, Kali. 

Just as Sunshine recalled from the Lab, Kali was the same stoic and intense girl. She had a gang of criminals and used her abilities to not only survive but also to hunt down every person responsible for the things that happened inside the Lab. 

At first, Sunshine was taken aback by that. It wasn’t that she didn’t people those people deserved it, because they did, but the more time she spent away from the Lab, the more she wanted to distance herself from it instead of holding herself to revenge. 

However, the more dreams she had about Kali and what happened to them there, Sunshine understood it more than cared to admit. They were hurt by all of it, and it seemed like Kali was still hurting, from what the twins had told her. 

Kali hadn’t found her family, only some friends she picked up in various cities who banded together. 

Before the twins left for California along with El and the Byers bunch, they left her a number she could call to reach Kali. They said it was for emergencies, but something told her they wanted her to have it and to call her because they were too scared to face her again. They think they abandoned her, even though she could have come back to Hawkins with them. The door was always open, but Sunshine didn’t know if Kali knew that. 

With each dream, Sunshine grew more and more curious about her long-lost sister. Maybe she should have been more focused on the meaning behind the dreams and the cryptic messages and the plethora of questions they left her with, but it was all overshadowed by her desire to have a sibling close to her again and not clear across the country. 

She loved everyone in Hawkins, from her boyfriend to her gaggle of children who were entering their teenage years. But there were very few people who truly understood Sunshine. Almost all of them were on the other side of the country. It would’ve been nice to have Kali in her life, even if she still was a little cold and calculating. 

The little slip of paper with a phone number on it sat untouched in her bedside drawer, buried underneath movie ticket stubs and letters her siblings had written her about their new adventures in a new state. 

Sunshine dug around until she found it and laid it on her lap, staring at the numbers for a long moment of contemplation. 

There was a chance Kali didn’t want to speak to her or see her, but there was only one way for her to figure that out. 

She picked up the landline that lived on her bedside table and dialed the number before she could talk herself out of it. After a couple of rings, someone answered.

[collapsedsquid]

A 6-foot wall blocks the view from a nearby road fronting the project, where cars slow to try to catch a glimpse of what’s behind it. Security guards stand watch at an entrance gate and patrol the surrounding beaches on ATVs. Pickup trucks roll in and out, hauling building materials and transporting hundreds of workers. Nobody working on this project is allowed to talk about what they’re building. Almost anyone who passes compound security—from carpenters to electricians to painters to security guards—is bound by a strict nondisclosure agreement, according to several workers involved in the project. And, they say, these agreements aren’t a formality. Multiple workers claim they saw or heard about colleagues removed from the project for posting about it on social media. Different construction crews within the site are assigned to separate projects and workers are forbidden from speaking with other crews about their work, sources say.

Construction workers all have to wear colored jumpsuits and keep an eye out for tuxuedoed british dipshits

[landoom]

Can I ask you your point of view of this quote you said?

"Oscar didn't touch Lando. Oscar made a bold move, not a wrong one. I stand by this."

Maybe this is too philosophical, but when does a bold move turn into a wrong move? Only when the consequences turn bad?

It feels like if an electrician did their work without PPE and didn't get hurt. Did it work? Yeah, but it's not the right thing to do for their security and everyone else's.

I understand that in Formula 1 sometimes you need to do risky things but risking a double DNF doesn't look like a worthy risk to take.

Interesting question!!

I don't think we can judge an event based on its consequences only. It is like the difference between killing and murdering. The outcome is the same but the premeditation will make those two actions be treated differently.

Of course, I'm not naive: would Oscar had touched Lando and given him damage or worse a DNF, people would have judged him even harder.

That being said, back to what really happened.

Oscar made a bold move in the sense that he could have tried to pass Lando later (in that late or in the race) but went for it at the first opportunity.

Then why do I think it wasn't wrong: because there was space to make that move. I've rewatched it and I've seen many overtakes (successful and unsuccessful) being made with less space than that!

Yes, it was a gamble on Lando breaking early but lots of close battles in F1 are fought with one driver having to let go to avoid a crash (sometimes nobody does and it's like the Max/Lando in Austria).

Oscar's move was risky but way less than many moves. And it was praised as such by many fans, journalists, insiders...

Then, of course, outside of the simple act of passing another driver, there was a risk for the team in relation to the WDC. But, there, for me, you can't hold Oscar accountable for fighting when allowed to.

Like I said in another post, a more experienced driver might have done things differently but Oscar's choice not being the best one doesn't make it the wrong one either.

A wrong move for me is to either deliberately going for a move that you know will end up in a crash (like brake testing or Schumacher on Villeneuve 1997) or going for a space that doesn't exist because you're overconfident or distracted or whatever.

To summarise :

The move was bold and risky but not more than many others in F1 and it didn't fit my vision of a wrong move

The circumstances of it made it being judged in another way than a simple move between two drivers just fighting for points

Hope this answers your question

[idkdema]

One of the concept scenes: (one of the aus)

The air tunnels broke now the ways are either blocked or forced to another dead end

Eva(me): Welp frick

[Competitor 1]: Uugggghhhhh I'm not losing now!

Observer: Looks like one of our competitors got in the dead end! Will they make it back? In the meantime I'm gonna call the electricians welp!

#####: Someone sabatoged the circuits I go get Eva while u fix the lines!

Valda: I CANT JUST GO THE CIRCUITS

#####: Either way you will lose both your career and your competitor! *He rushed of grabbing a spare hoverboard*

Valda: Wai- uggghhh Really??!!! * He rushed to the circuit systems**

Valda runs to the system only to find out that the called electricians were block off

Electrician #1: Let us in! We were called to fix this mess!

Guard#1: I'm sorry but ur not allowe-

*Valda sneaks inside as now he reached the system he quickly tries to fix it*

[Competition 1] : This is TOTALLY UR FAULT

Eva(me): WHAT ME UR THE ONE WHO PSUHED ME IN THIS TUNNEL

[Competitor 1]: It's called ✨Accident✨

**They looked forward seeing the dead end and the tunnels weren't activated as they were gonna fall of until-**

[Competitor 1 and Eva]: AAAAHHHHHHHHH

Valda: Finally! *He fixed the system activating the circuits back to the main race*

#####: Gotcha! * He caught both of the competitors and landed them to an active tunnel

Observer: What a save! Even though that's against the borderlines the failure of activation of tunnels will excuse this current situation...WILL THESE TWO GET BACK TO THEIR POSITIONS?

(Might turn this into a comic once I have more time)

🍿:0 oh my gah-

Woah kinda reminds me of that running man show lol

(Woah can’t wait :D!)

[that-stone-butch]

Hi I have an electrician question if you're willing to answer. One of the outlets in my new apartment makes it really difficult to plug things in. It feels like I'm hitting a wall halfway through plugging something in and I really have to wiggle the plug before it fits into the socket. Is that an annoying but ok thing or should I have maintenance come check it out.

hey! does the outlet have the little childproof plastic bits inside the slots? like if you don't plug anything in, do the slots look like this?

the way these work is they require equal amounts of pressure in both slots to open; meaning they won't allow the entry of like, silverware or a bobby pin or whatever a kid might shove in there on a whim. they're designed to only accept both prongs of a plugin entering the slots simultaneously. the little plastic gate is spring loaded and comprised of moving parts. as such, it will only work so many times, and due to regular wear and tear/faulty construction may become way too finicky, or straight-up require a little muscle to get past the gate because it's not triggering properly. if this is the case, have maintenance look at it because it could break down even further and cause problems. tl;dr: small moving parts and electrical equipment are terrible bedfellows the moment anything is out of ordinary order.

if it isn't a childproof receptacle, you might just have some debris in the slots. you could try cleaning it with absolutely no contact, like one of those air blower cans people use to clean small electronics and dust their keyboards and whatnot (don't physically insert anything into the outlet in an attempt to clean it, even if the material used is 'nonconductive!' i know you probably know better, but i still have to say it). if giving the outlet the old nintendo cartridge treatment doesn't work, have maintenance come take a look at it. you shouldn't have to put up with it. if you want maintenance to take the issue more seriously, frame the issue less about your ease of use, and more about concerns about debris, or even the plug potentially not being able to stay firmly plugged in (which is a safety hazard).

hope that helps!

[esta-elavaris]

I need to tell you guys what happened today bc I laughed til I fckn cried.

My aunt's ex husband considers himself an electrician (and a carpenter, and a plumber). He does all of these things badly, and whatever money might've been saved by letting him do these things is immediately lost tenfold paying people to fix what he fucked up.

Last week he fucked with an electrical socket here, it ended up burning out, we lost power for half a day, and at mine and my brother's urging, my grandparents called an electrician round to have a look at it so it doesn't cause a house fire.

We're told the guy will turn up at 2. Bang on 2 o'clock, there's a knock at the front door. I'm listening to this interaction from another room as my grandfather answered the door. Guy greets him with "hello, neighbour!" - kinda weird, but whatever, I'm also socially awkward, it is what it is.

My granda goes "come in, son, and I'll explain to you what's happened" -- guy immediately goes "talk to me" and follows him inside, allowing him and my grandmother to show him around the electrical socket that caused the problem, another that was flagged as a risk by the last electrician here who fixed the power outage, and then all of the switches that turn the mains on and off, humming and nodding along as they explain everything.

Guy then goes "I don't really know too much about it, so I might need to get somebody in who knows about electrics". I'm in the other room thinking "lmao wat, how r u an electrician then lad", and there's a brief pause as you can tell my grandparents are wondering how to even take that. During this pause, the guy goes "oh, there's my parcel there!" - talking about a parcel that had been left here for a neighbour a few doors down earlier on.

As he says that, there's a knock at the door. The electrician has arrived.

The original guy was the son of the neighbour (my grandparents know her, but have not met him, which is why they didn't realise who he was), came here to pick up a parcel, and just happily completely rolled with it when they took him inside and started showing him electrical outlets and describing the problems they've been having.

By this point, I am doubled over, I am crying, I cannot breathe - my brother runs into my room to see if I've heard it, also crying, also doubled over, also unable to breath for a solid 10+ minutes. The story produces the same effect in the actual electrician, as they let him in and tell him what just happened. Happily he does know quite a bit about electrics and fixes the problem.

An actual fuckign sitcom moment. I thought I was going to need an ambulance.

[lasenbyphoenix]

Unshakable Faith (2023)

Episode 35 Breakdown

Dr Bai grabs Seamstress Miao by the throat, demanding to know who Snow Wolf is, but she refuses to unmask her leader. He leaves after threatening to kill them all if anything happens to Nurse Bai again. Electrician Liu Simao sees Officer Ding watch the shop, and creeps in the back door to advise Seamstress Miao that she has been compromised. She immediately sets out to burn several papers and a book before being stabbed by Liu Simao. He tries to take her bag but she holds tight, and he has to flee empty handed when the police arrive, and she dies without any confession. Searching her shop, the police team find her radio equipment, maps of the air raid shelter location and the negatives of the blueprint photos.

On the last day of the experiment, Expert Chief Chu returns to the lab and instructs Ji Danyang to make the coundown and announcement of the experiment's successful end. The cabin team are helped out of the sealed cabin, rejoicing in the sunlight and Ji Danyang finds He Xiwan still inside. She completes logging the last page of data and gives it to him before collapsing from exhaustion.

Master Welder Niu finds the hidden compartment in the cabin with the empty phosphorus bottle inside, concluding it was made by Assistant Rui. Police Captain Chen debriefs Officer Xu who participated in the experiment, focussing on the movements of Nurses Bai and Shanshan, but is at a loss as to how they would know they would get inside. Police Captain Chen has the Hospital Chief review the medical checks of the cabin participants and they discover that the expert who collapsed shouldn't have been given clearance at all. He compiles a list of the medical staff involved in the fitness checks and the Police Chief suggests allowing Nurse Shanshan back to work to see what reaction is provoked.

Officer Hongmei, still recovering from her mercury poisoning, visits Dr Bai and informs him of the seamstresses murder and identity as a spy, and that they'd found her father's body with the help of an anonymous key. Ji Danyang takes a break from analysing the cabin data to visit Officer Hongmei in hospital and they discuss where they might go now this part of the project is coming to an end.

In the expert's office, Lei Peizheng notices one of his titanium samples is missing and reports it to the police team. They check Factory Chief Han's samples and find the missing piece amongst them, but one of his absent. Factory Chief Han questions Secretary Lu about the missing titanium, stating that if a man makes a mistake he should have the courage to correct it, but Secretary Lu still denies his involvement.

Secretary Lu is angry and meets Nurse Bai, demanding  to know once and for all if she is a spy and when she doesn't commit to an answer he tells her he plans to confess and if she if a spy to run. She slaps him. Their altercation is noticed by Nurse Zhang Ling and Nurse Leader Ge and Nurse Bai sees Nurse Ge watching from the window.

...............................................

He Xiwan is all about the mission! Good grief girl you'll go down in history but you'll go down with mercury poisoning too.

"I can't be like Li Guangming". Ok so Secretary Lu does know what happened to Security Captain Li and is FINALLY realising he's in the same spot. Good for him for finally deciding to confess, although will that slap make him change his mind? I really hope he does come forward on his own. He knows the scrutiny is closing in and so does Nurse Bai now. What's she going to do? She can only pin so much on Nurse Shanshan (which I'm still fuming about btw)

Seamstress Miao stabbed in the back (or front) by your cohort. That's what your loyalty to the wrong people will get you.

So who's left now? The still unidentified Snow Wolf, Nurse Bai (who is suspected), fake Li Qiuchen (who is suspected), electrician Liu Simao (who is confirmed and being searched for). At this point Nurse Bai and Fake Li haven't heard about the murder of the seamstress yet but it's not a secret in town so it wont be long. Do they even have another base of operation in town now that the seamstress shop is compromised? How will they pass messages along now?

3 episodes to go! What am I expecting? Whoever the fuck Snow Wolf is, they're going to have to show their face for one final attempt on the project (maybe trying to grab or destroy the data before it can be transported to Beijing?)

As a rule, the commited spies have died (Zhang A Shui, Lai Guangrun, Assitant Rui and Seamstress Miao) and the coerced traitors have been imprisoned (Security Captain Li, the messenger & the digging team). So Liu Simao and Fake Li wont survive, and Secretary Lu will be imprisoned... but what about Nurse Bai? She's a fully committed spy, but she's also one of our leads. I can't imagine her being killed off, it would be too tragic for our other leads. I'd wondered earlier about the possibility of a change of heart upon learning it was the KMT who killed her parents (the reveal of which I still expect) but she's done so much more sabotage since then that there's little to no room left for turning around. Will she just be imprisoned? Or will Dr Bai try and convince her to run away?

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Gross Darkness

“Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the LORD is risen upon thee. For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the LORD shall arise upon thee, and His glory shall be seen upon thee.” Isaiah 60:1-2KJV

Are we rapture ready? Back in the 1980s churches were jumping during services, practicing to go up in the rapture. Well, I am a pan-tribulationist, not ‘pre’ nor ‘mid.’ In other words, I can see the interpretation for each of the theories, but reserve the right for God to allow the rapture and tribulation to ‘pan’ out according to His perfect plan and will.

We have a job to do amidst whatever “gross darkness” comes. This job does not allow us to sit on our ‘blessed assurances’ with bags packed or jump up and down in rapture practice children’s games. Time is upon us to grow up into the ‘Bride’ of Christ, John 14:12ESV “Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever believes in Me will also do the works that I do; and greater works than these will he do, because I am going to the Father.”

Being a disciple means— ‘an apprentice, adherent, a follower or student of a teacher, leader— (Jesus in this case). In other words, disciples are mimickers, imitators of the teacher. Upgrade the word ‘disciple’ to modern day thinking— Exa: a person becoming an electrician through the electrical union apprenticeship program, can’t fly by what looks good and might work. He must submit to do exactly each instruction as being taught to keep from being electrocuted or burning down a building.

How many disciples, imitators, mimickers of Jesus Christ do we see in our church world today? Occasionally, we might run into a church which expects people to be healed, when they pray for them. Oral Roberts, John G Lake, etc. healing evangelists of the past pioneered our present day healing services, showing even evangelical churches— healing is a vital part of the church today.

Since the Azuza Street’s revival, a hundred plus years ago, \ much of the church —Believers “…began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.” Acts 2:4NIV. Holy Spirit baptism— ‘tongues’ are totally rejected by some ‘evangelical streams’ of churches. Yet this is the fastest growing faction in Christ’s church today.

“The LORD shall arise upon” you and me, and His glory shall be seen upon” us. Those years of preparation in healing, in faith, speaking in tongues, loving one another will become infused with the glory of the Lord. Us weird people that have been ostracized as radicals, Jesus freaks will glow with the Light of God’s glory and purpose. We’ll be sought out as hope to the hopeless.

Preparation for what is coming inside the church has been initiated by Holy Spirit. We’ve been reluctantly getting ready for a mass influx of people who are totally done with “gross darkness.” They’re going to come into the church totally confused about whether they’re male, female, cat or dogs bringing their equally confused families. These people will be lost one day in their confusion and the next day suddenly aware there is God Who loves them completely.

Today, we can’t see a cohesiveness in what was, what is, and what’s coming. But— “…we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28ESV.

Everything is going to work out for our good, thus “…we can say with confidence, “The LORD is my Helper, so I will have no fear. What can mere people do to me?” Hebrews 13:6NLT. Do you understand where we are in the reference to the end times? Are you a disciple? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Holy God You have worked to orchestrate Your plans and timing for all You are bringing in. Please strengthen us to be Your church in these days of gross darkness, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2024 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.

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✨ macy tag game tuesday! ✨

tagged by so many lovelies @creepkinginc @energievie @shinygalaxyperson @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @mishervellous @sleepyfacetoughguy @metalheadmickey @heymrspatel to jump in this week!

Something you drank today: uhh, now that you mention it, i think nothing? oops. 😬

Something you ate today: guava cream cheese danish 🤤

Something you watched recently: i’ve been bouncing between old seasons of survivor and gilmore girls cause millionth time rewatches = brain comfort. 📺

Something that brings you joy: yall! seriously, what a space. what folks. what a network of love and support. showed up for the boy dolls and looks all the things i’ve walked away with. 🥰 oh, also, my kiddos. even when we’re in the throws of it, there’re always these moments that hit you in the good way.

Something you’re excited for: got a new plant today and gonna try not to kill it too quickly. 🌿

Something you’ve never done but want to try: dirt bikes. bungee jumping. “real” camping. generally following the often hushed adrenaline junkie inside? 🏕

Something you’re good at: organizing. game planning. logistical shit. 📊

Something you’re learning: to let things happen without organizing, game planning, and logistical shit. 🌀

Something you want: peace and quiet. 🤫

Something you need: to call an electrician. i should probably stop having to run an extension cord across my kitchen every night to run the dishwasher. 🙄

Something people don’t know about you: i have hulk hands. i grip things too tightly. i crack plastic cups in my grasp. i will rip through paper while writing. i should never be allowed to handle fine china or tiny animals.

phew, seems like so many buds have already done this but let's see who i can double tag 😉 @mmmichyyy @look-i-love-u @gallawitchxx @auds-and-evens @thisdivorce @rereadanon @gardenerian @shameless-notashamed @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @grossmickey @crossmydna

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cake decorators, we need your help! our bakers (writers) have been working hard in the kitchen preparing something delicious, but now we need your help to make it look as good as it tastes!

throughout the week, we will be posting snippets and summaries from our bakers with a fic ID attached to them in order to keep the writer anonymous. please write down the fic IDs of the fics that you would be willing to work with, as well as the fic IDs of the fics you would absolutely not under any circumstance want to collaborate with.

at the end of all of these posts, we will post the artist applications for you to submit your answers!

FIC ID: S07

Parings(s): Ivan/Mylene, Rose/Julika, and possibly Luka/Kagami and Luka/Adrien,

Rating: Teen or GA right now. Depends on how spooky it gets I guess.

Archive Warnings: NA.

Trigger Warnings: Ghosts (if that counts), Death Mention/talked about (Adriens Mom theoretically.)

Summary: With Adrien being allowed to fully join Kitty Section, he learns that there is more to this band than friendship and music. Luka informs him that they double as a paranormal investigation team. Curious about what that entails, when Ivan invites him to do a test run, Adrien is more than willing to try it out. Luka shows Adrien the ropes and Mylene answers his questions. Except for one Adrien hasn't asked yet.

Snippet: "Hey, Adrien." Ivan smiled and nodded at Adrien. "Feel free to make yourself at home. You and Mylene will be watching the monitors when the rest of us are inside. That way we can try and investigate and debunk things in real time." Adrien nodded, absorbing all the new information.

"Cool! I'm super excited. Is there anything I can do right now?" He asked.

"Not to my knowledge." Mylene said, thinking as she looked around. "Ivan and Luka's already taken inventory twice each. Julika and Rose will be here any minute. Luka's finishing up talking with the electrician that came to check the house." Mylene explained, pointing in different directions when speaking about the different members.

"Ok, cool, cool. Let me know if you need me to do anything. I may not know what to do but I'm willing to learn." Adrien suggested, looking at the equipment behind Mylene and Ivan.

"Alright. Oh, well, Ivan, would you want to run the list by Adrien to get him at least started on learning the equipment?" Mylene suggested, resting a hand on his forearm. Ivan's face softened in that heartwarming way it always did when Mylene was involved in anything.

"Yeah, little bear." Bending down, they shared a sweet kiss before taking the paper from the desk and dropping down out of the van. It rose a little at the motion as Mylene went to continue the finishing touches on what Adrien assumed would be his and her position tonight. "Alright, Adrien." Ivan clamped a large hand on the back of Adriens shoulder. "This list," he passed it to him, "is the equipment we will be using for tonight's investigation."

"Ok, alright. I think I recognize some of the words."

"That's great. Better to start with something than nothing." Ivan patted his shoulder with a smile, going and leading towards the pile of equipment. "So, the first item on the list. It's an EMF detector. EMF stands for electromagnetic field."

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Automatic Gate Installation: Everything You Need to Know

Imagine pulling up to your driveway and, with the press of a button, your gate glides open like magic. Sounds fancy, right? Well, Automatic gate installation are not just about luxury—they’re a perfect blend of convenience, security, and curb appeal. If you’ve been thinking about installing one, this guide will walk you through everything you need to know.

Why Install an Automatic Gate?

Let’s face it: we live in a world where convenience is king. Automatic gates offer more than just a seamless entry to your property. Here are some key benefits:

Enhanced security: Keep unauthorized visitors out with controlled access.

Increased property value: An automatic gate can boost your home’s market appeal.

Convenience: No more stepping out in bad weather to open your gate.

Safety: Prevent accidental entries and keep children or pets safely inside.

An automatic gate isn’t just a luxury—it’s a smart investment for your home or business.

Types of Automatic Gates

Choosing the right gate is like picking the perfect outfit; it needs to fit your style and function. Here are the most common types:

1. Sliding Gates

Sliding gates operate on a track and slide horizontally. They’re ideal for properties with limited space behind the gate.

Pros:

Space-efficient.

Durable and secure.

Cons:

Requires regular track maintenance.

Not ideal for uneven terrain.

2. Swing Gates

These gates swing open like a door. They’re perfect for larger driveways with plenty of clearance.

Pros:

Simple mechanism.

Aesthetic appeal.

Cons:

Needs ample space to open fully.

Vulnerable to strong winds.

3. Bi-Folding Gates

Bi-folding gates fold in the middle, making them ideal for tight spaces.

Pros:

Compact and quick to open.

Stylish design.

Cons:

More moving parts mean higher maintenance.

Limited to specific gate designs.

4. Vertical Lift Gates

These gates lift vertically and are often used in commercial settings.

Pros:

Space-saving.

Great for high-security areas.

Cons:

Expensive.

Requires professional installation.

Components of an Automatic Gate System

Think of an automatic gate as a symphony of components working together. Here’s what makes the magic happen:

Gate: The physical structure (sliding, swing, etc.).

Motor: Powers the gate’s movement.

Control panel: The brains of the operation, managing the motor and sensors.

Sensors and safety devices: Detect obstructions and ensure safe operation.

Remote controls/keypads: Allow you to operate the gate with ease.

Battery backup: Keeps the gate functioning during power outages.

Each part is crucial, so choosing quality components is non-negotiable.

Steps to Installing an Automatic Gate

Ready to take the plunge? Here’s a step-by-step guide:

1. Plan Your Gate Installation

Before you start, ask yourself:

What type of gate suits my property?

How much space do I have?

Do I need additional security features?

A clear plan ensures your project runs smoothly.

2. Prepare the Site

Clear the area of debris and obstacles.

Measure your driveway and ensure there’s enough space for the gate’s operation.

Mark the locations for posts or tracks.

3. Install the Gate Frame and Mechanism

Set up the gate posts or tracks securely.

Attach the gate frame and ensure it aligns perfectly.

Install the motor and control panel according to the manufacturer’s instructions.

4. Connect the Electrical Components

Wire the motor to the control panel and power source.

Set up safety sensors and test their functionality.

Program the remote controls or keypads.

Pro Tip: If wiring isn’t your strong suit, hire a professional electrician.

5. Test and Fine-Tune

Open and close the gate multiple times to ensure smooth operation.

Adjust the speed and sensitivity as needed.

Check all safety features.

Cost of Automatic Gate Installation in the U.S.

Here’s the million-dollar question: How much does it cost? The price varies based on factors like gate type, materials, and labor. On average:

Manual gates: $1,500 to $3,000.

Automatic gates: $3,000 to $12,000 (including installation).

Additional features (e.g., intercoms, sensors): $500 to $2,000.

While the upfront cost might seem steep, the long-term benefits make it worthwhile.

DIY vs. Professional Installation

Should you roll up your sleeves or call in the pros? Here’s a quick comparison:

DIY Installation:

Pros:

Saves money on labor.

Great for handy homeowners.

Cons:

Time-consuming.

Risk of improper installation.

Professional Installation:

Pros:

Expertise ensures a flawless setup.

Saves time and stress.

Cons:

Higher upfront cost.

For most people, professional installation is the safer bet, especially for complex systems.

Maintenance Tips for Longevity

An automatic gate is an investment, so treat it like one. Here’s how to keep it in top shape:

Regular inspections: Check for wear and tear on components.

Clean tracks and hinges: Remove dirt and debris regularly.

Lubricate moving parts: Use a silicone-based lubricant every 3-6 months.

Test safety features: Ensure sensors and emergency stop functions work.

Trim surrounding vegetation: Prevent branches or leaves from obstructing the gate.

A little TLC goes a long way in avoiding costly repairs.

Final Thoughts

Installing an automatic gate is like upgrading your home’s handshake—it’s welcoming, secure, and undeniably cool. Whether you’re drawn to the convenience, security, or aesthetics, this upgrade is a decision you won’t regret.

So, what are you waiting for? Plan your installation today, and soon, you’ll be enjoying the seamless luxury of an automatic gate every time you come home.

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Electrical Panel Installation:

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Sub Electric Panel Installation:

For homes with additional power needs in a separate area or for larger properties, installing a sub electric panel can improve distribution and minimize overloads. Our electricians specialize in sub electric panel installation, ensuring that each section of your home is powered efficiently and safely.

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The wiring inside your electrical panel is the backbone of your home's electrical system. Faulty or outdated wiring can lead to power interruptions or even safety hazards. At Elex Solutions, we provide professional electrical panel wiring services, ensuring that all connections are secure, up to code, and capable of safely carrying electricity throughout your home.For all your electrical panel needs, trust Elex Solutions to provide top-notch service. Contact us today for a consultation and let us handle your electrical needs with care and expertise!