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Pacific Gutter Company

The experts at Pacific Gutter are ready to meet your needs for Portland gutter installation, gutter guard installation and gutter replacement services. Our experts provide open communication, reliable solutions and long-lasting results for every project.

If you have leaky, damaged or frequently clogged gutters, you can benefit from the Gutter Shutter system available from Pacific Gutter. This proven, patented system offers a wide range of benefits. It’s constructed with premium-grade aluminum that won’t flex under heavy loads, it’s available in a variety of colors, it’s guaranteed to never clog, sag or pull away from your home, and most importantly, it eliminates the need for homeowners to climb dangerous ladders in order to clean their gutters.

The technicians at Pacific Gutter can help you avoid gutter cleaning by installing seamless gutters, gutter guards and replacement gutter systems that will never clog or pull away from your home.

Call 503-782-5446 to learn more about Gutter Shutter and gutter guard installation in Portland, WA or to schedule a convenient appointment with Pacific Gutter.

Pacific Gutter Company 2903 NE 109th Ave Suite F, Vancouver, WA 98682, United States 503-782-5446 https://www.pacificgutter.com/portland/ info@pacificgutter.com

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Affordable Roofing and Gutter Company

Affordable Roofing and Gutter Company is a dedicated provider of essential home protection services, ensuring homes throughout Portland are well-sheltered against the elements. Specializing in various aspects of home care, our offerings include expert roof installation, new roofing solutions built to last, and comprehensive gutter installation to effectively channel water away from your property.

Our team understands that a robust roofing system is integral to your home's structure and longevity. That’s why we emphasize quality and durability in every roof replacement project we undertake. We employ cutting-edge techniques and materials to deliver new roofing structures designed to withstand the varying weather conditions Portland experiences throughout the year.

Adding another layer of defense for your residence, Affordable Roofing and Gutter Company also excels in gutter installation. A properly installed gutter system prevents water damage to your siding, foundation, and landscaping. To enhance this protection further, our proficiency extends to installing reliable leaf guards, guarding against clogs which can cause overflow or even structural damage.

For homeowners looking for maintenance solutions, our proficient crew is adept at thorough gutter cleaning, an essential service to ensure your gutters function correctly all year round. Regular cleaning not only extends the life of your gutters but also protects the roof by preventing water backup.

At Affordable Roofing and Gutter Company, professionalism underpins our approach across all services, from faultless roof installation to meticulous leaf guard fitting. Our local presence in Portland means we’re familiar with community needs and responsive when it comes to delivering timely service. Rely on us for a sturdy roof over your head and clean gutters around your home; we are here to make sure you stay protected no matter what Mother Nature throws at you.

Address: 8215 SW Tualatin-Sherwood Rd., Suite 200B, Tualatin, Oregon, 97062 Website

Phone: (503) 575-7267 Company Email: office@orgutter.com Company hours: Mon - Sat : 00:00 - 23:59

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We offer a wide variety of replacement windows. Let our specialists help you find the right windows for your home in Portland, OR gutters.

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Moss Removal & Treatment Service Seattle

At Gu-Wi Gutters and Windows, we specialize specifically in roofing services that include moss removal for the greater Seattle and Portland areas. We are able to provide the following moss removal services…

Roof Moss Removal Seattle

Roof Moss Treatment

Moss builds up over time, especially living in the Pacific Northwest. To avoid serious damage to your roof and needing a total roof replacement, we recommend removing the moss from your roof before it’s too late. Let our team handle it for you!

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Pros and Cons of Installing Copper Gutters.

Wondering about the benefits of copper gutters? Let’s discuss the pros and cons copper gutters.

Increasingly, homeowners are choosing copper gutters for their homes. There are many reasons for this. First off, house gutters may increase the value of your home and give your home more curb appeal.

Gutters are an often overlooked part of houses, even though they serve a vital role in protecting the structure from water damage. Gutters can be made of different materials including aluminium, vinyl, steel, zinc, and copper.

 1. Copper Gutters are Beautiful.

Copper gutters can enhance and improve the overall look of many types of homes. The bronze gutter color looks elegant and blends naturally with traditional, modern, or hybrid home designs.

Copper gutters work well with other types of materials including wood, clay, stone, and other types of construction materials. The combination of these materials can often result in a beautiful and distinct look.

Copper gutters can be installed in their original color or can be allowed to oxidize. When oxidized the bronze gutter color will range from a golden-brown to an earthy-brown, which can be incorporated into the overall design of a home to make it look more natural. Gutter colors play a large role in the overall look of your home. 

 2. Copper Gutters are Flexible.

Copper enjoys a low thermal degree of expansion, meaning copper does not expand much when temperatures are high. As a result, the installation of copper gutters does not need expansion joints. They can be installed in continuous frames.

Thanks to the sturdiness of copper, movements resulting from slight expansions do not impact the gutter frame. Such movements do not cause the gutter to buckle or crack as can happen with aluminum gutters.

 3. Copper Gutters are Low Maintenance.

The underside of gutters is usually susceptibility to corrosion, which could mean costly repairs, and over time, gutter replacement. With copper, you do not face this problem because copper has excellent anti-corrosion properties.

Copper is also naturally resistant to fungi and algae. You will not find your gutters plagued by moss or mold. Organic growth leads to gutter blockage, which means frequent cleanings and maintenance. 

Copper gutters that are allowed to oxidize resist corrosion and organic growth. The greenish oxidation on the copper acts as a protective layer.

 4. Copper Gutters have Superior Durability.

Copper gutters don’t only look beautiful but also have an extremely long lifespan if installed properly by professionals from Royal Gutters. Copper, by nature, does not rust easily. It can also withstand temperature variations and other weather conditions that other materials might not. There are many gutter companies out there when choosing to install your copper gutters we recommend looking for companies that know how to work with copper. Check out our local gutter installation companies Portland options for copper gutters.

 5. Copper Gutters are Environment-Friendly.

Copper is a special metal that is readily available and highly recyclable. Its recyclable value is far higher than that of stainless steel and aluminum. Old recycled copper is often used in the manufacturing of new copper gutters, this is a sturdy material that can live many lives.

 6. The Drawback of Copper Gutters.

One of the main reasons why homeowners don’t use copper gutters despite its many benefits is the initial investment. On average, the initial cost of installing copper gutters is almost twice that of aluminum gutters. 

Another drawback is the difficulty of installation.  The process of installing copper gutters is more intricate and complex than other types of gutters. Finding the right professionals to install your copper gutters is a very important part of the process.

Here at Royal Gutters, we have over 15 years of experience installing copper gutters. If you are entertaining the idea of copper gutters for your home, we would love to help guide you in that decision.

Upgrade your home with the timeless elegance of copper gutters from Royal Gutters Company. Experience the benefits of their durability, corrosion resistance, and exquisite aesthetic. While considering the copper gutters pros and cons, trust our expertise to guide you towards the perfect solution for your gutter needs.

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Moss Removal Crucial Part of Homeowner Maintenance

There are many benefits to living in Portland Oregon but speaking from experience I can tell you that exterior home maintenance is not one of them. Because it moist, humid, relatively temperate and rains all the time moss builds up quick. If you do not stay on top of top of it then moss will quickly eat up your roof, walls, and foundation (including driveway). It is very important that you stay on top of it and remain proactive instead of reactive. I can also tell you from experience that replacing or re-shingling your roof is not cheap and if you have to get it done nobody will be getting the Christmas presents they want that year in your household.

In every city there are companies that offer a service to deal with this. You can find them by searching moss for wall for "moss removal, gutter cleaning or pressure washing" and they all do essentially the same thing. They remove debris from your water delivery system and remove excess moss.

So you know how to look for them, now, you need to know how to pick them. The following are some suggestions you can use:

Ask For References

Pretty simple, yet far too many people do it. All you have to do is ask for one or two past customers they have done work for. Ask for their names and telephone number. Call them and ask how the job went. It does not have to be a long conversation, just enough to make sure the person you are about to hire did a good job for his past clients.

Ask How Much They Charge

The standard price for this type of work is at least $65/hr. I would be leery of anyone who charges less. They may not be properly insured or have to right tools to get the job done.

Bonded and Insured

Make sure the person who is coming to your house in bonded and insured. You would not believe how many people do not have this. Believe me, you do not want somebody coming over your home, climbing on your roof or doing any other work like that without insurance. If something happens you want to make sure you are covered.

These are three basic things you can follow to make sure you get the job done by a responsible and ethical moss removal company. No matter who you go with make sure you get it done on a regular (yearly) basis otherwise start saving up money in a slush fund because you are going to have bigger, more expensive problems in the future.

[premier-roofing-services]

Roofing Company Portland CT

10 WARNING SIGNS YOUR ROOF IS FAILING

Note: Do not climb on your roof to do an inspection yourself. Simply look up from the ground using binoculars to search for any warning signs, or contact Roofing Company Portland CT to do a free roof inspection for you.

#1

You have several missing or loose shingles.

This could be due to storm damage, or it may be because your roof is past its prime. When shingles become loose or fall off, your roof, as a whole, isn’t going to be very useful in protecting your home.

#2

Your shingles are curling, cracking, dry, or blistering.

If your shingles begin to show any of these signs, it usually means they have reached the end of their life, and you probably need to have a new roof installed. Blistering could also be due to high humidity levels (contact with too much moisture), which is usually the result of a poor roof ventilation system.

#3

The roof is sagging.

A sagging roof could mean several things: your roof could be weak and deteriorating; it could have been installed improperly; or it might be supporting too much weight (snow, ice, etc.). Whatever the case, roof sagging is a clear sign that your roof needs to be replaced. If you don’t act soon, it could collapse.

#4

There are dark/dirty areas on your roof.

Darker areas usually appear when granules begin to fall off shingles. This means your shingles have aged and should soon be replaced. Dark patches could also signal algae or moss growth on your roof, which should be removed as soon as possible.

#5

You have granules in your gutters.

When shingles begin to lose granules, it means they have reached an age where they aren’t as effective as they should be and must be replaced. Shingles lose more and more granules as they get older.

#6

You notice several exposed or loose nail heads.

If nails begin popping out of place, the holes and spaces around the nails that remain are susceptible to water penetration and can lead to leaks in the roof. The damage this moisture causes might force you to replace your roof sooner than expected.

#7

You have water damage inside your home or attic.

If you have water leaking into any parts of your home or attic, there’s a good chance that your shingle underlayment is inadequate or flashing on your roof has deteriorated. Mold and mildew can result from inadequate roof ventilation.

#8

There are areas where flashing is missing or damaged.

Flashing is placed around projections that intersect with your roof, such as your chimney. If the sealing around these structures is broken or damaged, water can easily leak into your home.

#9

Your roof is over 20 years of age.

If you have an asphalt shingle roof, it will typically last 20-25 years before it needs to be replaced. If your roof was installed over the top of the previous roof (shingles on top of shingles), then you may need to replace your roof sooner.

#10

Your heating and cooling bills have gotten noticeably higher.

This could be a result of insufficient attic ventilation or a damaged/leaky roof that lets bad air in and good air out.

CONTENT SOURCE: https://premierroofsct.com/10-warning-signs-that-your-roof-is-failing/

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Bearable | A Reddie Fanfiction

Read it from the beginning

Chapter 8.5

The sound of the lock tumblers rolled shut in an almost satisfying timbre- it told Stan, in finality, that his shift was up and it was time for him to go home, that Roses on Deane had carried him through one more evening and was now seeing him off, waiting for his next return the night after. Taking a step back after removing the key from the door, Stanley glanced left at the sign reading 'closed' hung daintily from a hook just above the glass window. The red LED plant lights inside still shone in the dark corners, eerie yet comforting. With a slow inhale and then a clipped exhale, Stan spun on his heel, hitching his courier bag more securely over his neck and shoulder and setting off for home. The Portland streets were dark, the clock reading just late of 10:00 pm, thick clouds coating the sky and blotting out the stars. Keeping his gaze set forwards, Stan settled into a brisk walk, a bouncing pace that was more than familiar to him by now- even though he was no longer hurrying to evade bullies, the habit of being quick and silent stuck to him like a welcome burr. It wasn't necessarily a bad habit to be in, was it?

As he walked, closer and closer to home by the step, he busied himself in scanning the buildings, the businesses, attempting to identify the plants lining the streets with his new and limited botanical knowledge. A pale terracotta pot overflowing with rippling sunshine-yellow marigolds sat on the front porch of a thrift store, and then a few doors down outside of a place selling home-sewn fashion were bunches of hydrangeas, pink, purple and a pale blue. Petunias outside of a laundromat, bright pink begonias marking the entrance to an ice cream parlor with a large sign saying it was closing for the winter- distractions distractions. Stan heard a whip-poor-will sing it's little nighttime song somewhere behind him and found himself smiling warmly, almost instinctively reaching towards his back pocket for his bird book before realizing he didn't carry it with him anymore and letting that smile fall again. A shiver ran it's course up and down his spine for a reason he wasn't certain of. Suddenly he felt uncomfortable, shifty, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end and a frown crawling over his face. Walking a little quicker, Stan crossed his arms over his chest and lowered his head as if that would hide him from anyone or anything that might cross his path. Distractions distractions. Birds and flowers.

Warblers, Alstroemerias, Common Loon, Lilies, to busy his mind Stan went over all of the Portland-resident birds and all the Roses on Deane-resident flowers, trying to ebb the near-flowing paranoia building in his head. All at once a thought unfurled like one of the colorful flora he was thinking about- Did you really lock the shop door? Stan chewed his lip, clasping his hands together and forcing his legs forwards once more. Yes, he locked the door, he was sure of it- and even if he didn't who was gonna rob a flower shop? He needed to take his OCD medicine the moment he got home. Recently, with work and school, he had started taking it at night. It often wore off by the end of the day, letting silly thoughts like that pop up like moles. More birds, more flowers, less thinking. Northern Goshawk, Carnations, Yellow-Bellied Flycatcher, Daisy. Walk walk walk. Stanley's head was trapped in some strange in-between where one half was racing and the other was sluggish and slow, like molasses- he hated it, the feeling like he couldn't quite register that things were moving to fast. He just wanted to be home with Bill, with Eddie, in his bed or at the stove cooking something up for the three of them. Anything at all- maybe he could clean his room or the lounge or the bathroom- maybe he could offer to do the laundry. Stan shivered again, and another wave of discomfort rippled through him. Birds. Flowers.

Red-Breasted Nuthatch, Orchids, Winter Wren, Orange Princess-

Stan stopped dead in his tracks. All at once, the smell of oranges hit him in the back of the throat. It was sickening, suffocating almost, like the near-toxic, too-sweet taste of children's medicine. He screwed up his face and clenched his jaw, trying to pinpoint where and why that scent had hit him so suddenly. Then, a thought, a realization not driven by his OCD popped into his head and his face drained of it's colour. Now the only thing he could think of was Dick Halloran, a character from The Shining, that stupid horrorbook that Bill had forced him to read. Dick had this power called 'The Shine', see, and whenever something like a premonition or a message from someone else who 'Shone' hit him he smelled this smell, the oranges, overwhelming, tangy, sickening. Every time this scent is mentioned in the book it is a bad thing. Maybe now it is a bad thing. Stanley has to force his legs to move, to carry him again, faster faster faster; he's basically jogging now and he'll turn up home slick with sweat and that means he'll need to shower for much too long but he doesn't mind right now. He might scrub his skin raw later, but right now his sudden nagging fear won over.

Stan had played baseball in elementary and the beginning of high school so he wasn't a terrible runner but he had hardly half the stamina Eddie would have had were he in this situation, despite the bug in his brain he called asthma. It had only been a few moments and Stan, in his panic, had sprinted away his energy; Stanley needed to be smart about it, to conserve his energy, his breath. Something dark and urgent bubbled up in his chest and he knew he needed away. Slowing to a hasty jog Stan focused solely on his breathing and going the right way. Home was closer now, less than three blocks, he could see the building. Gooseflesh broke out over his arms and for the briefest, briefest moment he swore he saw a flash of red lit white by the streetlamps across the street from him, low, on the ground or in the gutter or from a sewer drain. He didn't stick around long enough to be certain. Birds, please. Flowers.

Swainson Thrush, Rose, Rusty Blackbird, Sunflower, White-Throated Sparrow, Peonies, one after the other Stan pumped out name after name until he ran out of flowers and only knew birds; at some point after he started naming any bird, not just the ones here in Portland or even Maine or even the whole of the United States- he was desperate for anything to say, any image to conjure up to replace the fearful ones his brain was fighting to depict. The India Peafowl, or the Peacock more often, was what ended up taking the coveted 'Throne of Distraction'. He knew the bird well and spent a whole thirty seconds imagining every detail about it, the royal blue feathering of it's crown, breast, abdomen, the crisp white of it's auricular and superciliary, the places above and below the eye. They had white-and-back wings that had a total span of five feet and six foot tailfeathers of emerald green, blue, yellow, the shapes of eyes, almost, grand and royal and silently threatening. By the time he forgot about the peacock he was crossing the street towards his block and his lungs were protesting greatly. His hair was dampened despite the chill in the air and his palms were sweating profusely.

In a burst of confidence since he was now faced with the homestretch, Stan risked a look over his shoulder and then immediately hated himself for it. You never look over your shoulder, isn't that what Bill always said about horror movies? Was this even like a horror movie? Which rules were real and which were fiction? Which ones applied to real life? Stan snapped his head forwards once more and now he was driven by terror in it's rawest form, cold and sleek like the scales of a snake or the glimmer of a dark poison. His veins burned with this terror, his eyes wide and glossy, his throat pinching up and disallowing a scream. Oh, God, the thing he thought he saw- Eyes, orange, burning like hellfire, promising so many things, horrible, horrible things, a tall man, a shadow-man, something deadly and threatening in the way he stood and the way he held his weapon ready to raise and ready to strike. Stan was quick to smother the sight, the memory of the sight under the heel of his mind's shoe to forget about, to abandon, no-siree he was not crazy he didn't need to go to the loony-bin the funny farm the madhouse he was just okey-dokey all 100% okay yessir.

Birds birds birds flowers oranges grackles grackles marigold- His mind was gone by now, shrouded in some thick fog, out of reach, his soul ripped from his body to view himself in some sick third-person form. Icy numbness ate through him leaving only the terror, the sleek-cold terror as he stumbled onto the doorstep of his building and ripped his key from his bag at lightspeed, scolding himself for not getting it out sooner and then scolding himself again seconds later for fumbling, almost dropping the thing. He jammed them at the door, missed the keyhole, jammed again, missed, again, missed- finally, the keys slid into place and he cranked them to the side, ripping the door open and not even bothering to recollect them. He sent himself flying for the stairs, not trusting the elevator and getting more images from his book, The Shining, the faulty elevator moving on it's own accord, New Years Eve, party poppers, black gold silver people in suits- As Stan raced up the steps he finally found his voice but decided he could not scream, could not alarm anyone else, could not draw any attention. If you asked for help, for salvation, you got people killed and you still got fucked in the end- and, one part of Stan was horrified that none of this was even real.

If Stanley could only make it up to his apartment than he would be alright. He would be just fine. Peachy. Right as rain. The problem was that the stairs seemed to be getting longer, reaching up and up into infinity, a stairway to heaven. Birds Stan needed birds flowers too birds and flowers flowers and birds then he'd be just fine if only he had his bird book, Lincoln's Sparrow Dahlias Purple Finch Azalea White-winged Crossbill Poppy Evening Grosbeak Chrysanthemum Birds Birds Birds Birdsbirdsbirdsbirds-

Stan's mind froze. Everything came to a grinding halt. His hand rests on the brass knob of his apartment, his home, but he does not remember ever reaching the top of the steps, ever rushing down his hallway. The icy chill that had been coursing through his veins was drained all too suddenly, jarringly, leaving him with wide eyes and heavy breathing as well as a sprawling sense of confusion. The... the panic, it had been so raw, so real. The sight of the shadow-man had been so vivid. The sweat on his brow and his back and in his armpits, it was real too- he had been driven into a spiral of terror, but was it in any way possible that Stan had imagined it all? Why, suddenly, did he feel so... alright? Why, just like that, was all of it gone? The dread, the doom, the smell of citrus. Stan wasn't crazy, no, he took pills to stop his crazy, needed to take his pill, needed to make this blinding sense of what?? ease into nothing, needed to return to being just another guy in the sea of other guys in Portland Maine.

Just like that, in the blink of an eye, everything had vanished and he was okay again. Stanley Uris was just fine. Peachy. Right as rain. He might- is probably- just be a little tired. So what? People got tired all the time. All he needed was some sleep and a shower and maybe to scrub his skin right off because this sweat was making him sticky and gross and he hated it. What he needed was to get control of himself. Letting his head fall gently, silently against the door, Stan let his eyes close and tried to even out his breathing. He felt like he was a little bit silly. The shadow man he had been so convinced he'd seen was supposed to have been Jack Torrance, but Jack Torrance was fictional and Stan was just tired. That was all. After two more minutes to control his breathing, he opened the door and made straight for the bathroom. He didn't even stop to note how Eddie and Richie were practically tangled up in one another and sharing a bowl of popcorn.

[eirabach]

Glow [1/5]

Emma Swan always gets her man, and not even a little thing like death is going to stop her.

A ‘Just Like Heaven’ AU for @cssns and for my lovely pal @killiancygnus who really wanted an AU of this movie and has been patient beyond all measure whilst I did things like have a baby and a breakdown or three and drowned in a pit of writers’ block.

You’re a good potato, Fran.  I hope you enjoy.

Stunning artwork by the incomparably talented @seastarved who I am beyond blessed to know. You rock my darling.

4k. Rated M. TW: Violence, Death... Ghosts?

AO3

She dreams of the ocean.

The skies are bright blue, and cartoon-fluffy clouds scud overhead as the ship skips over the waves with her at the bow. The wind catches at her hair and she laughs - a wild, bell-like sound she barely recognises - and spreads her arms wide.

Somewhere behind her, someone is calling her name.

Emma!

Emma?

“Emma? Emma!”

She sits bolt upright, the cheap plastic chair creaking alarmingly beneath her weight as she sways backwards. Her half eaten breakfast doughnut rolls sadly across the table and drops to the floor, and she scrubs at the smear of cinnamon frosting it’s left on her cheek.

“Sorry, what,” she mumbles, blinking grit from her eyes. “I was just - ”

“Snoring,” says her boss, lips twitching into a sneer. “So glad you could rejoin us.”

“Sorry,” Emma mutters again, “it won’t - it won’t happen again.”

Zelena lifts one perfectly manicured eyebrow over the file she’s holding out, Emma cringing inwardly as she realises that every person around the rickety old boardroom table is watching her with expressions that range from amused, to pitying, to - in Jefferson’s case - alarmingly hungry.

“Rough night?” he asks, with a lecherous sort of grin. “We could make it… rougher, if you like?”

Emma squeezes her hands into fists and forces her expression into a tight smile.

“Not in any way you’d enjoy, Jefferson. I might, though.”

Ruby scoffs into her hand, covering it up with a cough, and the two of them exchange a swift look. Ruby’s still in last night’s make-up too, but hers is still practically pristine, her lips still devil red as she quirks them briefly at Emma.

Emma’s carefully applied mascara, on the other hand, is smeared under her eyes and down her cheeks from hours spent waiting in the rain, her lipstick long since bled away.

It really had been a rough night.

Her mark had been a particularly nasty piece of work, skipping bail and leaving not only one well-meaning and heavily pregnant girlfriend to foot the bill, but two, and Emma had been warned in advance that he had form for getting nasty when things weren’t going his way.

He also, it seemed, had form for standing up dates. In the rain.

And possibly Varsity Level Track and Field skills.

She could imagine better starts to the day than dealing with Zelena and Jefferson after six hours of extensive wet-weather cross-country running and twenty minutes sleep. She squirms in her seat, her shoulder aching still from where he’d attempted to wrench it from it’s socket before she’d finally managed to get the drop on him, and meets Zelena’s gaze with a glare of her own.

“I got the mark,didn’t I?” she says. “I just didn’t get much sleep.”

“I hope you enjoyed your little cat nap, then,” says Zelena, sliding the file over to Emma. “Because here’s the next one.”

Emma’s brow furrows as she looks at the golden embossed motif on the front of the file, the heavy cardstock, the six figure reward for bringing this guy in.

Somebody must have been a really, really naughty boy.

“The cops increased their budget lately?”

“Not for the police,” Zelena says smugly, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms. “This is on behalf of a private client.”

“Hey.” Emma drops the file on the table and shakes her head sharply. “We do bailsbonds, not PI work.”

Zelena hums, her eyes going wide. “Is that what it says on my door? Well I never.”

“You don’t have a door,” Emma mutters, but Zelena is leaning over the table now, her eyes sharp, and Emma is forcibly reminded that although she’s good at her job - great, even - Zelena is still very much the boss.

“And you don’t have a choice,” she hisses. “Unless you think I should give the mark to someone else?”

Out of the corner of her eye she sees both Ruby and Jefferson sit up a little straighter, and her eyes drift back down to the file.

She doesn’t know who Mr Gold is, and she has no idea what he wants with the dark-haired man in the grainy CCTV photo - this Killian Jones - but she knows how much money is left for the month. She knows Henry went to school this morning in jeans a half inch too short.

And it’s six figures. Six.

“No,” she says, closing the file and resting her hands on top of it. “I’ve got this.”

--

The office - such as it is - isn’t the sort of place Emma likes to spend much of her time, even at the best of times which, frankly, this sort of isn’t. Ruby’s nice, outgoing enough to spring the honey traps Emma wouldn’t dare and a personable sort of person to have around if you didn’t mind the constant sound of gum smacking, but even she isn’t a generous enough soul to congratulate Emma on being handed a case that might make her rich. And Jefferson had looked ready to murder her before she’d slipped past the splintered remains of what had once been Zelena’s door and settled herself into the only comfy chair in the place - an elderly padded desk chair reserved for clients that always smells faintly of despair.

Zelena could afford to replace it, of course. Emma thinks she just rather likes the scent.

“All right,” she says, crossing her legs and trying not to wince as her knees protest. “Spill.”

Zelena taps her nails on her desk and tosses her hair over her shoulder.

“Afraid I don’t know what you mean,” she says with suspiciously wide eyes. “Is there a problem?”

“You tell me,” Emma snaps back, the file toht between her fingers. “Since when do we take on private clients - since when do private clients want to hire us?” She gestures to the door, it’s smashed glass panel and missing edges a testament to the sort of review Oz Bail Bonds has received in the past. “Something’s up.”

For a moment Zelena’s sneer drops, her fingers still, the confidence she wears like her knock-off suit flickering briefly out of existence.

“That’s none of your business,” she says, eyes narrowing. “Just do your job, Swan.”

“I will,” Emma snaps, “but not if - I have Henry to worry about you know.”

Zelena rolls her eyes in the particularly dismissive manner she reserves for the rare occasions her staff dare to remind her that they have lives outside of the office walls.

“Best make sure you don’t fail, then.” She gesturs to the door, her contribution clearly finished. “Although,” she says, “since you’re here…” She reaches into her desk drawer and removes one of the thin, buff coloured files preferred by Portland PD. Clipped to the front is a picture of a red-faced, piggy-eyed man, with slicked back black hair and a smile even a mother would cringe at. “Jefferson didn’t quite bring home the bacon on this one, so to speak. Would you mind?”

Zelena smiles her reptilian smile and Emma thinks of her bed, the three day old take out festering in the fridge. She thinks of Henry’s face as he waits for her to collect him from school only to see Mary Margaret turn up again.

“Would it matter if I did?”

Zelena’s smile almost reaches her eyes.

“Not in the least.”

—

It hadn’t always been like this of course.

It’s sort of surreal this half-life of hers, lived in the shadows of other people’s mistakes. She works mainly when the streets are dark and empty, sleeping the daylight away as best she can in an old recliner swiped from a skip, her son’s third-hand xbox blaring brightly away just beyond the edge of her consciousness. She’s tired, always, and never quite as well off as she ought to be for the hours she puts in - the stain of Zelena’s fingerprints over every pay cheque - but on balance, it’s alright.

It used to be far, far worse.

At least she was sleeping her car voluntarily nowadays. Not like those early days before, cold and desperate, she’d thrown herself on the mercy of the only friend she could remember having, her worst best mistake wailing in her arms and her prison issue clothes hanging off too thin shoulders.

And Mary Margaret had let her in.

And let her in. And let her in.

Until their brief High School friendship had developed into something almost like family, almost just right.

She’s getting morbid, it’s getting late. The two things might be connected.

It’s been a depressingly long time since she’d backed the bug into the alleyway outside of the mark’s preferred drinking den, and she’d done nothing ever since but squint into the dark - nothing except fire off a quick text to Mary Margaret begging off school pick up and hoping she’d take mercy.

Again.

It’s a theme, of sorts.

(And If she hadn’t answered Mary Margaret’s follow up call, well. She can’t afford to get distracted on a job.

She can’t afford for Mary Margaret to finally say no.)

From somewhere under the pile of cheeseburger wrappers in her passenger footwell she hears the buzz of her phone and winces.

She sort of should have, maybe, called Mary Margaret back.

No time for that now though. At the end of the alleyway she sees the shadow of a man leaving the bar, the tell-tale lurching gait of the heavy drinker giving her time to slip out of the bug, gun in hand, before he’s able to disappear into the shadows.

This is always the riskiest part - the choice. Does she shout, ensuring the guy currently emptying his guts against a dumpster is the one she’s after but possibly setting herself up for another late night cross country session? Or does she lurk in the dark like some sort of comic book vigilante, creeping along with her back to the damp alleyway walls and hope that she’s able to get the drop on him?

(Her knees hurt. Decision made.)

She inches towards the dark figure, wrinkling her nose up as he retches into the gutter, the street lights casting a yellow halo around his unruly hair. He’s mumbling to himself as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve, some sort of half conversation with the demons in his own head, and Emma slides her gun back into her belt. She’s not going to need it.

Somehow, she gets the impression that if she breathes too hard at this one he’ll drop like a leaf.

“Hey,” she says softly, stepping into the glow of the light, her hands open at her sides. “I think you ought to come with me”

He pauses his mumbling, his shoulders heaving slightly from the effort of being sick, and she sees the way his right hand tightens on the edge of the dumpster.

There’s a crack - thunder that isn’t  - a sharp, wet, blooming pain in her stomach. Screeching rubber and her own pulse harsh in her ears as she stumbles forward, grabbing at the edge of the drunk’s jacket as she falls.

She gasps. Henry’s name garbled in blood. Her phone’s in her car. She needs to tell this guy… he needs to tell Henry… she needs…

Help.

He turns, a flash of blue against white, and everything goes dark.

---

“I don’t know what you expected,” Regina mutters, armed folded across her chest. “Anything other than twenty five to life and I’ve have thought you’d jump at it.”

Killian Jones peers past her with narrowed eyes, his nose wrinkling slightly as the smell of the drains drifts on the wind from the battered building before them. Somewhere, a dog howls.

“You may have missed the point of my turning evidence,” he mutters. “I was trying to avoid a life in a four by six cell in the company of a man who tattoos his own eyeballs.” He nods up at the building. “Not pay $700 a month for the privilege.”  

“$900,” Regina says, shrugging her shoulders as his jaw drops. “What? You have terrible references.”

“You’re my reference!”

“Were you always this sulky, or is this a consequence of your new leaf?” she says, curling her lips and her fingers around the words. “Not quite working out how you’d planned?”

Killian scowls and rocks back on his heels.

“Bit rich coming from you, love. Tell me, how many of your dirty little secrets has your mother hushed up?”

It’s Regina’s turn to mutter now, her perfectly groomed brows pulled low.

“Not half as many as I have of hers, as well you know.”

He does know.

Men like him don’t survive being, well, men like him, without being well aware of the seedier aspects of life - of the lies and the bribes and the bullets that it takes to keep money flowing where it oughtn’t and your blood still in your veins. Mostly, at least.

Which is probably why this is such a fucking horrible idea. Regina clearly thinks it’s a fucking horrible idea, anyway.

“This is a horrible idea,” she says in that obnoxious way she’s had since childhood of dragging up the slightest weakness and exposing it to the world. It’s what makes her a good lawyer. It’s what makes her better at pretending than he is. “Do you honestly believe this is going to work out? You turn on Gold and what - he just lets you live out your days in Portland peaceably?”

“I don’t think he’s going to let me do anything,” Killian mumbles, and for a moment he gets a flash of wide, frightened eyes and the rich, thick pulse of blood. “I don’t require permission. Just a place to live. So if you don’t mind?”

Regina checks her watch, tapping her nail against the glass face and sighing loudly.

“I suppose there’s time to get over to the dockside before the offices close - there’s an apartment there about a bar that will be right up your street.”

“No.”

“Sorry?”

“Not the docks.”

For the first time in her life, probably, Regina just stares at him, her mouth open. Speechless.

“I’m done with that.”

“You’re done with what?”

Killian shakes his head and scuffs the toe of his boots through the sidewalk dust.

“It’s supposed to be a fresh start,” he mumbles.

Regina stares at him, her lips pursed.

“You really have changed, haven’t you?”

“No need to sound so shocked. If you can do it -“

“All right, all right.” Regina tosses her head back to try and cover for the furtive glance she throws over her shoulder. “Ixnay on the… history. Okay?”

He smiles, a sly, almost furtive sort of thing.

“Bit rich coming from you, no?”

Regina’s lips curl back over her teeth and his smile stretches into a full blown smirk.

“No wonder Gold wants you dead,” she mutters. “I want you dead. If you don’t find an apartment soon you’ll be dead, so if you could just -“

There’s a sudden gust of wind that blows Regina’s hair over her face, dark strands sticking to her lipstick and stopping her in her tracks. Killian takes the opportunity to spin on his heel and start walking away, but something catches beneath his boot.

Crumpled pink copier paper, the words that pale blue grey smudge that comes from being the last of a long print run on an overworked machine.

Apartment to Let.

He picks it up, pinching it between two fingers and waving it in Regina’s face like a child who found ten bucks under the bleachers.

“Someone’s looking out for me,” he says. “Wouldn’t you say?”

Regina snatches the flyer from him, examining it with a crease between her brows.

“Unlikely.”

“And yet.”

She sighs, reaching for her phone.

“It’s too cheap you know. I bet it’s got rats. Crawling with them. Or cursed.”

Killian bounces slightly on his toes. It’s bitterly cold in the sharp wind and he’s been standing in the open longer than he’d like.

The walls have eyes and the walls have ears, but at least they block out the wind.

“Well then,” he says, pushing his fists deeper into his pocket. “Sounds perfect.”

—-

It’s uncanny, really. An apartment held in time, plates on the drainer, a golden hair on a rumpled pillow. The curtains are all half drawn, and in the low light the shadows seem to reach out into the room and pluck at the ground beneath their feet.

Cursed.

“Creepy.” Regina’s mouth twists into a sneer as she runs a finger over the TV, the standby light glowing weakly through the layer of dust. “It’s hardly a showhome, is it.”

Killian hums noncommittally, and drops down onto the battered old leather sofa, winging his legs onto the arm and tucking his wrists behind his head.

“Suits me though, don’t you think?”

“Dark, creepy, and cheap. Close enough,” mutters Regina, wiping her hand down the front of her coat. “Apparently it’s some sort of Estate situation. The family just want someone in to pay the bills and keep the pipes running while they sort out the particulars. They won’t be checking in. Distressing, apparently.”

She speaks with the slightly sour expression of someone for whom the grief of others is a foreign and somewhat disturbing concept, as though Killian’s would-be landlords might descend from the ceiling weeping and wailing at any moment and smear cheap mascara on her cashmere scarf.

Empathy was never her strong point.

“Are you sure about this?” she asks him again now, her brows pinched tightly as she takes a final look around.

For now, Killian just hums again and digs his heels into the leather.

“This is the one,” he says. “This is the one.”

—

It takes four hours for Regina to organise bonds and fake a few references. Five for him to collect his single suitcase from the safe house. Six until he’s so drunk he can’t stand.

He sprawls against the sofa, cheek pressed against the soft woollen blanket, and watches the flickering reflection television in his empty bottle.

Even distorted by drink and the curve of the glass she’s still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Her laugh echoes through the room and it makes him want to scream. He doesn’t, of course. He drinks instead. It’s what he does now.

That’s what Regina had told him, that first night in the safe house when his blood had been high and his nerves strung to breaking point. She’d perched primly on the edge of a government issue grey velour armchair and snapped open her briefcase to reveal a decent bottle of rum and two cut glass tumblers.

“More drinking, less thinking,” she’d said as he’d paced the floor, his head throbbing and his heart shattered. “You’ve the rest of your life to regret, Jones. It’s what you do now. Trust me.”

As much as he’d never give her the satisfaction of admitting it, she’d been right.

He’d never thought, before. Not beyond the next deal, next meal, the next moment in a life always lived precariously and purposefully close to the edge. He’d only had himself to care about, and he’d done precious little of that.

And then he’d met her and everything should have changed, and - hadn’t.

In his most sober moments the guilt rises, sour and sickening at the back of his throat, and the memory of Milah’s laugh warps and cracks until it becomes a wild accusation, echoing until it’s nothing but the mad cackle of the man who’d killed her.

So he drinks, and on the screen Milah spins, her white dress flaring around her as she falls laughing into the arms of a man who shares his face.

(He drinks, and there’s no one there to see him cry.)

---

Emma doesn’t remember drinking, doesn’t remember anything really after leaving work, but somebody somewhere must have slipped her something stronger than Mary Margaret’s Labor Day punch.

Her vision isn’t quite right - everything blurring white at the edges and drifting in and out of focus. Her perspective is off, things seem to be both right at hand and at the other side of the room simultaneously and maybe it’s a migraine but it’s like nothing she’s ever experienced before.

That, or she’s gone crazy.

It’s the only explanation for why she hasn’t called half the precinct on the bum sleeping on her couch.

He makes eye contact with her in the reflection of her tv and she opens her mouth to -

And light is creeping through the closed blinds and her couch is empty and how is it morning already?

Emma rubs at her temples and shakes her head sharply. A dream. It was just a dream. A dream she should probably be having in bed.

Except obviously she can’t. Because there’s a man in her bed. A dream man.

Not like that of course because sure he’s pretty but he’s also broken in to her house and - she pats frantically at her waist - where the hell is her gun?!

He stirs and Emma takes an involuntary step back, eyes darting frantically about as she searches for the baseball bat she knows Henry left lying around and -

Oh God. Oh God, Henry.

The man opens his eyes and their blue on white, a burning, searing -

Henry.

—-

Killian wakes face down on the blanket, the ribbon tickling his nose, to find the dvd menu screen playing the first five bars of Milah’s favourite cheesy love song on an infinite loop and almost guaranteeing that his new neighbors won’t be feeling amenable to lending him any coffee for the hangover he can feel brewing behind his eyes.

He peels himself off the sofa and reaches rather shakily for the remote. It’s been a while since he’s drunk quite this heavily - the cops who watched the safe house didn’t look too kindly on his worst excesses - so he takes a moment to regain his equilibrium, staring at his haggard reflection in the now blank screen and pressing his fingers into the hollows beneath his eyes.

At first he thinks it’s that pressure the does it, blinks twice but nothing changes.

There’s a woman.

She’s blonde, her hair falling in waves around her face, and wide eyed as she stands behind Killian’s own reflection. He can see her white knuckled grip on the sofa either side of his shoulders, and the moment shock turns to rage, her face contorting in fury.

He whips his head around, platitudes slow to come to rum sodden lips, and -

She’s gone.

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We offer Gutter Guards Installation & Maintenance in Seattle & Portland. Our professional cleaners will clear your gutters & can repair or replace your Gutter Guards Seattle.

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Gutters Not Draining? Most Common Reasons Why?

Wondering why your gutters are not draining? Below are the top five most common reasons why.

The primary function of gutters is to direct water away from your home’s foundation and basement. Sometimes, gutters may not drain properly resulting in serious damage to your home.

 1. Your gutters are clogged!

Leaves, insects, dirt, and fallen tree branches can often clog your gutters, preventing water from flowing freely. Without proper maintenance and cleaning, your gutters will get completely clogged. Clogged gutters retain debris water, which in turn increases the weight and pressure on the gutters and your home. Over time, the increased weight will result in extensive and expensive damage not only to the gutters themselves but even possibly your siding, soffit, foundation, and basements.

2. The gutters are damaged.

High winds and heavy rains can damage improperly installed gutters. Gutters and troughs that are sagging and pulling away from your home must be inspected by a professional in order to restore the damage and improve the drainage. Depending on the damage, in the worst-case scenario, you will need to reinstall new gutters, if the damage is salvageable you may need to rehang the gutters or reinstall the fasteners holding the gutters in place. Either way gutter repairs are necessary.

 3. The gutters are not pitched properly.

Gutter pitch or slope is the angle the gutter system needs to be hanging to ensure that water flows freely through the gutters and into the downpipes. It is possible that your gutters may not be pitched properly. Take a look at the water flow. Is there hardly any water coming from the downspouts? This may mean the slope is not enough to keep water moving downwards. If the water is coming out too fast, like out of a hose this means the slope is too drastic making the rainwater move too quickly, causing your gutters to overflow, possibly sending water down sidings and into cracks in the foundation.

 4. The gutter joints are leaking.

Snow, debris, and standing water can force gutter joints apart. The gutter can release out from the connecting joints, resulting in a gutter leak. It will then become necessary to secure the pieces back together. However, if the areas around the gutter joints are corroded or deteriorated, you may need to replace the joints.

 5. There is damage from ice formation.

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Without proper cleaning and maintenance, your gutters are very likely to get clogged and not be able to properly drain. In especially wet regions like the Pacific Northwest, we recommend keeping a close eye on your gutter health to prevent expensive repairs.

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Pros and Cons of Installing Copper Gutters.

Wondering about the benefits of copper gutters? Let’s discuss the pros and cons copper gutters.

Increasingly, homeowners are choosing copper gutters for their homes. There are many reasons for this. First off, house gutters may increase the value of your home and give your home more curb appeal.

Gutters are an often overlooked part of houses, even though they serve a vital role in protecting the structure from water damage. Gutters can be made of different materials including aluminium, vinyl, steel, zinc, and copper.

1. Copper Gutters are Beautiful.

Copper gutters can enhance and improve the overall look of many types of homes. The bronze gutter color looks elegant and blends naturally with traditional, modern, or hybrid home designs.

Copper gutters work well with other types of materials including wood, clay, stone, and other types of construction materials. The combination of these materials can often result in a beautiful and distinct look.

Copper gutters can be installed in their original color or can be allowed to oxidize. When oxidized the bronze gutter color will range from a golden-brown to an earthy-brown, which can be incorporated into the overall design of a home to make it look more natural. Gutter colors play a large role in the overall look of your home. 

2. Copper Gutters are Flexible.

Copper enjoys a low thermal degree of expansion, meaning copper does not expand much when temperatures are high. As a result, the installation of copper gutters does not need expansion joints. They can be installed in continuous frames.

Thanks to the sturdiness of copper, movements resulting from slight expansions do not impact the gutter frame. Such movements do not cause the gutter to buckle or crack as can happen with aluminum gutters.

3. Copper Gutters are Low Maintenance.

The underside of gutters is usually susceptibility to corrosion, which could mean costly repairs, and over time, gutter replacement. With copper, you do not face this problem because copper has excellent anti-corrosion properties.

Copper is also naturally resistant to fungi and algae. You will not find your gutters plagued by moss or mold. Organic growth leads to gutter blockage, which means frequent cleanings and maintenance. 

Copper gutters that are allowed to oxidize resist corrosion and organic growth. The greenish oxidation on the copper acts as a protective layer.

4. Copper Gutters have Superior Durability.

Copper gutters don’t only look beautiful but also have an extremely long lifespan if installed properly by professionals from Royal Gutters. Copper, by nature, does not rust easily. It can also withstand temperature variations and other weather conditions that other materials might not. There are many gutter companies out there when choosing to install your copper gutters we recommend looking for companies that know how to work with copper. Check out our local gutter installation companies Portland options for copper gutters.

5. Copper Gutters are Environment-Friendly.

Copper is a special metal that is readily available and highly recyclable. Its recyclable value is far higher than that of stainless steel and aluminum. Old recycled copper is often used in the manufacturing of new copper gutters, this is a sturdy material that can live many lives.

6. The Drawback of Copper Gutters.

One of the main reasons why homeowners don’t use copper gutters despite its many benefits is the initial investment. On average, the initial cost of installing copper gutters is almost twice that of aluminum gutters. 

Another drawback is the difficulty of installation.  The process of installing copper gutters is more intricate and complex than other types of gutters. Finding the right professionals to install your copper gutters is a very important part of the process.

Here at Royal Gutters, we have over 15 years of experience installing copper gutters. If you are entertaining the idea of copper gutters for your home, we would love to help guide you in that decision.

So what about the copper gutters pros and cons. I hope you have benefited from this article.