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Why were you so shaky? The paint is going to splatter on your clothes. Stop it. You like this shirt. Stop shaking. You should be happy, Y/N. Be happy.

Blink. It's too blurry, blink! Was your vision always so blurry like this?

Yes.

No it's not. Are you crying? You are, aren't you.

"I'm crying?" You're voice was hoarse and quiet. The whole apartment was quiet and your voice was the first one you've heard in a while.

You'd arrived early in the morning only to be greeted by an empty apartment and silence. Your suitcase was the only noise you could hear as you dragged it to the apartment along with it dropping on the floor once you found the spare key and entered.

Your morning was spent deep cleaning and tidying the foreign flat. The dishes were dusty and the carpet had practically gone trough a hurricane. The only pleasure you had taken is unpacking your clothes ( the only items you could bring along ) and finding a fresh canvas waiting for you outside in the balcony.

You thought maybe taking a small painting session would calm your nerves and cool you down. But it didn't. It didn't at all. All it had done was help all the recent events skin in and settle. This would be your new life now.

Streams of hot tears ran down your eyes damping your cheeks. And while some tears ran downpour neck other dripped from your chin onto the colour palette you held in your hand.

With shaky breaths, the paint brush was set down and your palms were quick to rub dry your eyes and tears.

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"I'm . . . Back." Max sighed as he was greeted with silence. He entered the apartment. It would be pushing it if he expected you to welcome him with a smile and a kiss.

Especially after that small wedding. And especially after being to busy to plan and go on a honeymoon. And especially after not coming to pick you up from the airport when he instead chose to go play a game of paddle with his friends.

Only when he saw you painting in the balcony did he feel guilt swell in his chest. He'd treated you like a package didn't he? Ordered you. But even packages you wait for and greet at the door.

This package had to let herself in, and she had apparently seen the chaotic state of the household and took matters into her own hands. Max now knew that he didn't make the best choices. Maybe he shouldn't greet you all smelly and exhausted. Not the best way to greet your new wife.

Oh but what a wife. Max thought dreamily, the cool water from the shower adjusting the temperature of his body. Your skin and body, a blessing from heaven. Your eyes, beautiful big diamonds. Your hair, golden silk.

A true prize you were. He's always wanted to keep you in his pocket ever since he saw you for the first time in high-school back in the day. And although he was a whole two years younger than you with him in year 9 and you in 11, he couldn't help himself.

"There you are." Max smiled as he finally found you, his hand finding your bicep and stopping you in your track. "Hey." The greeting was gentle and whispered in your ear, his arm finding your waist and pulling you in a kiss.

"Hi." You whispered just as quietly, looking down to avoid his eyes. You always thought they were too blue and big for his head. People with blue eyes always creeped you out.

"I missed you." "You did?" "Of course I did." Max chuckled , pressing another kiss to your lips. "I see you found my gift." He gestured to the window where the canvas sat drying. "I was going to make you something to eat. I didn't know when you were coming. I didn't hear you come in." "That's fine. I was thinking we can go eat . . . out i mean. eat out . . . You want to eat out?" "—Yeah yeah, I can eat out." You nodded quickly, the awkwardness was growing quickly.

[mrzombielover]

soap nsfw alphabet

prepare for some more headcanons while i take some time to write actual fics :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he strikes me as a guy that will just fucking conk out immediately after. if you want to clean up you gotta move fast before hes dead asleep and holding you in a death grip.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he’s pretty neutral about himself, not really insecure but not the most vain. i bet he likes his arms and hands, he’s a strong guy and likes his mooscles plus he enjoys being able to manhandle you. also proud of his leg gains

on you he likes your hair. he thinks it frames your face real prettily and loves how it smells. will start using your shampoo and conditioner to your dismay

other than that hes an ass man, so that’s probably high on his list too

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

doesn’t have a particular preference for where he should but one time he pulled out and came all over your thighs and ass and he’s not gonna let that image go any time soon.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

chronic panty stealer. i cant really imagine him being ashamed of any kinks or anything but this is something you might not need to know about for a while. he kept a pair hidden in his barracks and freaked the fuck out when ghost almost found it. he returned them later that day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

one of the more experienced of mw characters, he’s had a few girlfriends and random hookups once in a while but pretty standard

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

prefers intimate positions with lots of skin to skin contact and eye contact. you cant go wrong with classic missionary, but he’ll bend down with his face close to yours and hold you against him. also likes when you wrap your legs around his waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he def has the capability to be silly and goofy and perhaps a tad whimsical. to him, sex with his partner is about making you both feel good and he can be laid back and crack some jokes if the mood is light. not that he can’t be serious, but he likes laughing and not taking things super seriously

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

pretty hairy guy, he’s very clean and i imagine he’d keep things trimmed but i cant see him shaving lol. i bet he has a super sexy happy trail too. pubes are brown and curly like his hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

surprisingly romantic- in his own weird way. he can be traditionally romantic, too, if the situation calls for it like on an anniversary or smth.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

tends to quite often when you’re not there, he gets wound up very easily and uses it as a way to let off some steam, and relax before bed

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

usually p vanilla but there are times where he like to step it up. he’s def a switch so when you take the reigns it gets him all excited.

also likes blindfolds, on him and you. just thinks it’s sooo hot how it heightens your other senses and makes you extra sensitive.

the same can be said with temperature play- ice and wax. the different sensations get him so riled up and he loves the little gasps and whimpers it elicits.

Again both of these can be done on him or you this guy is the biggest switch ever.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

prefers classic bedroom, it’s private, comfortable, and you can really go all out without worry. unfortunately, neither of you are home very often, so the showers or barracks are the most common places.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

honestly everything you do. it doesn’t take much to get him going, he has a pretty high sex drive. watching you concentrate on something just gives him the insane urge to annoy you and ruin your concentration, and even more so if you’re actually doing work. especially working with your hands in some way

watching you get ready is another one, smth abt the contrast between how you look in your gear vs all dolled up really does it for him.

basically anything you do

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

hes a very clean guy, hence the nickname. not into piss or blood or a ton of dirt and grime. granted he might find it hot if you’re all sweaty and nasty from a workout or mission but that’s a very specific circumstance. this makes shower sex fair game.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

likes giving and receiving, again sex and making eachother feel good is very important to him in relationships. he can give very enthusiastic head but he’s def not gonna turn down a bj

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

tends to go pretty hard. hes a strong, big guy who can manhandle you and hold you down if needed, and usually goes at a pretty deep and rough pace. can always slow down if you need it tho hes so sweet at the same time

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

though he likes the convenience, especially as you’re both busy people, he much prefers when he can take his time with you and properly go multiple rounds

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he can be real cheeky and smug, loves teasing you in semi-public situations. he’s down to experiment, mostly to have fun. doesn’t mind doing it if there’s a slight risk but wouldn’t wanna do it like in public

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

absolutely insane. from how much he works out to his relatively clean diet to his high test levels he can go for a while. tends to bust a little prematurely but he makes up for it in how many rounds he can go

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

doesn’t use them a ton but he def sees them as an ally, not a threat. prefers using them on you but he’s not opposed to them being used on himself aswell

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

very much so, but he also enjoys being teased. if you’re in a meeting he’ll love to have a hand on your thigh trailing dangerously high while you’re talking, trying his hardest to break your focus and embarrass you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s def on the louder side, not afraid to be whimpering, groaning and grunting all in your ear and it’s so fuckinf sexy he reminds me of those memes like “other dudes be afraid to moan in bed but i’m in my girls ear like”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

has threesome/gangbang fantasies with you and the guys from 141, but he would literally never say anything to any of the guys nor you cause he’s worried about making things awkward with them. he could maybe maybe consider asking ghost

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

oooh do i have thoughts abt this 😭😭

so very thick and long. not the biggest (my man könig) but it’s very substantial. 6-7 inches hard and if the length doesn’t get you then the width WILL it feels like you’re getting SPLIT. base color #a95840 with a slightly lighter and redder tip

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very. it doesn’t take a lot to get him going and on a good day he can go 3 rounds. whenever you’re in the mood, he’s in the mood and ready to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as previously stated after he busts you got like 2 minutes before he’s knocked the fuck out and probably pinning you down with him. he can’t help it he’s so content and warm and he’s just gonna wanna take a nap

+ i plan on doing the rest of 141 and könig versions too :)

[woofwoofwolf]

-Cleansing-

Nahida & Wanderer

[GENSHIN MASTERLIST]

NOTES: Not Beta Read, Sibling dynamic, Sarcastic Wanderer, Nahida and Scaramouche as Found Family (Genshin Impact), Nahida & Scaramouche Friendship (Genshin Impact), Nahida Being a Little Shit (Genshin Impact), Not a lot though, I just like that that's an existing tag, Wanderer fixes a doll for Nahida in this one

SUMMARY: "Nahida always comes up to Wanderer with the most mundane problems. He has a hard time refusing her, however."

WORD COUNT: 1090

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Wanderer practically threw down his hat on his desk, grumbling to himself in annoyance. He was dripping water onto the intricate Sumarian carpet he bought for his room. Great.

“What’s wrong?” Nahida’s high tone caught him off guard and he whipped his head around. There she sat, on the edge of his bed, looking up at him innocently as if she wasn’t invading his privacy by being there.

“What are you doing here?” he said in a snide tone. Nahida opened up her hands like she was showing off a little bird. Instead she was holding a small doll made out of well-worn fabric. It looked like it was loved greatly by whichever child that had owned it.

“What’s this garbage?”

“A small child gave me their doll after I helped her find her lost dog. I tried to refuse her gift, but she wouldn’t let me.” 

“And? Why is that my problem?” He was starting to lose his patience. It wasn’t often, but every so often Nahida would come to him with absurdly mundane issues like these.

“It’s head is tearing off. You know how to fix it, don’t you?”

Wanderers expression softened. Oh.. He took the doll from Nahida’s hands. “...I’ll see what I can do, hold on.”

Nahida seemed surprised to hear this. “You’re going to fix it right now?”

“Do you want me to or not?” She shook her head yes, not wishing to test him any further.

The doll got damp, even just from him holding it, reminding him that he was still drenched from the rain. It was going to have to wait. The sooner he fixed up this doll, the sooner he didn’t have to think about this any more. Examining the doll further, it could use more than just a little needle and thread.

“There is a big bowl in my kitchen, could you please fill it with warm water and a little bit of soap before bringing it back here?”

Nahida nodded enthusiastically and disappeared into his small kitchen. Meanwhile, Wanderer opened his desk drawer and took out a small sewing kit to get to work.

“What are you doing!” Nahida gasped in mild surprise right behind his shoulder when she saw the doll disassembled on Wanderers desk.

“I’m taking out the stuffing so we can clean it. Just place the bowl on the desk already.” This annoying woman. As if she didn’t know what he was doing already. She had filled the bowl with the right temperature water as well.

She could probably fix it on her own if she wanted to. She just wanted to watch HIM do it. She observed his every move with full admiration as he gently bathed the different fabric parts of the doll, before blowing them dry with his Anemo powers and putting the stuffing back in. He wasn’t the most skilled at sewing the doll back together, but it got the job done.

“Here’s your stupid doll.” He said, avoiding her eyes.

Nahida smiled with childlike wonder as the doll was placed back in her hands, but she did not leave like he had hoped. 

“The girl was originally from Mondstad.” she said. Wanderer remained silent, leaning back in his desk chair with an unimpressed look on his face. “It seems like different regions all have different ways of making dolls. This one has special buttons for it’s eyes, while they just embroider them on in Sumeru. The girl said she had picked it up from the ground, but I suspect it was a handmade gift for someone.”

“And so it found its way in your hands.” Wanderer rested his face on the palm of his hand. “What were you doing anyways, helping out little babies on the street. Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Nahida smiled knowingly. He knew she analyzed every little detail of what he said and how he moved, but he was past caring about it, even if it was extremely annoying to him.

“I find it very important to take time out of my day to spend with the people of Sumeru. I have to listen to their problems as their archon. Even issues as small as these can tell me a lot about their feelings and interpersonal relationships.” She giggled as she looked at the doll in her hand. “The dog was asleep in the dog house by the way.”

“Aren’t you quite the detective.” 

“What about you?” she asked. “Why are you so soaked?”

Wanderer sneered. He sincerely hoped she wouldn’t look into his head right now. The truth is that he brought an Amurta student to the infirmary after she slipped and fell down the stairs. He would’ve ignored her if he could’ve, but unfortunately for him, there wasn’t anybody else around at the time. If he had gone straight home after class, he would have been watching the start of the rainfall from his window with a book in his lap.

“Thanks for noticing. I was on my way back from class when I got caught in a rainstorm. I thought Sumeru was a sunny country.”

“Sumeru experiences rainy season every summer. They blow in from the cold region of Snezhnaya. They’re essential for the survival of the rainforest.” Nahida always seemed happy to explain things to people, so she took any opportunity she deemed fit.

Wanderer rolled his eyes at her. “That was a rhetorical statement, thank you very much.”

Nahida giggled. “Are you just going to sit there in your wet clothes?”

He sincerely hoped she could notice his displeasure at her hypocrisy. “Well. I WAS going to immediately dry off, but it seems something distracted me from doing so.”

“Oh dear,” Nahida averted her eyes, looking a little guilty. As she should. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. To be fair, I didn’t ask you to fix it right this moment. That was your decision.”

Wanderer felt heat creep up his neck. “It isn’t like I’ll get sick anyways. Besides, you got what you wanted, didn’t you? Now are you going to leave, or what? I’ll warn you, I could dry off my clothes the same way I dried off the doll, but if I do that you would leave this room a watered daikon.”

Nahida giggled merrily and ran back to the door. She turned around just before leaving. “Thank you, hat guy. Maybe you could teach me how to make one of these some day.”

Wanderer was left in silence. He looked outside as lightning flashed. Tch. How annoying.

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Debated about putting this on tumblr, since I primarily write self insert fanfiction, but I thought, eh why not. This was a gift for someone on discord, thanks for giving me the challenge!

[solitaire-sol]

02. Soft

For: @prongsfoot-microfic Month: December 2023 AO3: Link Notes: Merry (possibly belated) Christmas, and equivalent holidays, to everyone who celebrates them! I just wanted to put out a little Christmas fluff to break my lack-of-posting streak. <3

They’d spent the day out-of-doors, tramping through snow-covered fields and wading through thigh-high drifts like colder, friendlier quicksand, competing to build the most ostentatious snow sculpture before trying to stuff snow down the back of each other’s coats. By the time James and Sirius had returned to the house, the coats in question thoroughly soaked when the snow-stuffing had become an impromptu wrestling match, twilight had already fallen and the village had been illuminated by festive lights and flickering tapers in red and white wax.

Christmas had come to Godric’s Hollow, or at least it was nearly there, and the air was layered with pine and cinnamon over the fresh, clean, cold scent of new-fallen snow. James and Sirius wandered back to James’ house, where the windows were glowing in warm welcome despite the fact that no one was home: James’ parents had gone visiting, as they did every holiday, and James would normally go with them except that Sirius was there, which took priority. James had been apologetic when he’d informed his mother and father, but Euphemia and Fleamont hadn’t seemed at all surprised-- The boys were old enough to look after themselves for a night or two, and the ‘old folks’ had departed with only a few cursory warnings against burning the cottage down.

After the two of them had stamped the snow from their boots, discarding their sodden coats in the mudroom, they'd only had to glance at each other before they were racing for the stairs, elbowing each other mostly-playfully as they clattered up the carpeted steps and separated at the landing: James darted into his room, then into the adjoining bathroom, while a hastily-slammed door from down the hall signalled Sirius' disappearance into the guest bath. Taps were turned, prompting hot water to rush out from pipes charmed to convey the perfect temperature, and the billowing steam fogged up the mirrors in each bathroom. Sirius, still his mother's son, couldn't help but take the time to wash and detangle and mostly dry his hair; so that by the time he made his way back downstairs, James was already in the kitchen, a towel around his shoulders and his hair still damp from the bath as he applied frothy whipped cream to two mugs of hot chocolate with far more care than he showed in Potions.

James looked up as Sirius entered the kitchen, passing him the mug with a cartoonish dog gazing mournfully up on the side; their fingers brushed together, just a little, and something in Sirius was warmed by more than just the hot bath, more than just the heat from the ceramic under his palm. James' mug had an out-of-proportion deer on it in the same cartoony style, both cups were bought as a joke the year before, but they were 'their' mugs and saw plenty of use whenever Sirius came to stay. The mugs were a set, after all, just as Sirius and James made a pair.

Hot chocolate successfully procured, the boys made for the plush sofa in the living room, where Sirius stoked the embers in the fireplace with a flick of his wand as James flung himself onto the couch with reckless disregard for the whipped cream and molten chocolate in his hand.

“Budge up,” Sirius ordered, causing James to grin at the faux-authority in his tone, and there was a good deal of jostling and wriggling before they found something that suited them-- Half-sprawled across the length of the sofa, Sirius' back wedged in the corner of the backrest and the couch's arm, James' back to his front. Long limbs and lean bodies slotted together with zero room to spare, and something that might still have attracted covert stares and curious speculation in the Gryffindor common room could be as easy and as natural as it felt. Sirius reached behind him with his free hand and seized a handful of the thick quilt draped over the sofa’s back, pulling it forward and draping it over James, who picked up the edge and tucked it around them like a two-occupant cocoon.

It might have surprised those curious Housemates to hear the surprisingly gentle cadence of the conversation that followed, which rose and fell according to the whims of the boys now cuddled together on the overstuffed sofa, the twinkling lights of the large evergreen in the corner creating a private constellation in the firelit dimness. Christmas at the Potters' was nothing like Christmas with the Blacks, who acknowledged the holiday in the way they did so many other things: With a deliberation that was at once both slightly ostentatious and severe, all overworked house elves and enormous silver punch-bowls that had once belonged to some storied precursor who’d flavored his glühwein with his enemies' blood. Sirius had years of receiving gifts from his parents, and occasionally they'd even been things he wanted, but there had been nothing like Christmas with James' family, all three in ridiculous jumpers that Euphemia knitted and Fleamont loved and James wore with pride. Their tree, always a superb specimen from the woods around the Hollow, was always all but smothered beneath the tinsel and enchanted tapers and sugared gingerbread, and hidden among the branches were multiple ornaments shaped like the letter 'J,' each in a different style, one for every year of James' life.

When Sirius spent his first Christmas with the Potters, Euphemia presented him with a jumper of his own, and James' gift had been an elaborately wrought letter 'S' to hang next to the other ornaments on the tree. "I'll get you another one next year," James had promised, and Sirius had laughed and called James a sop and pretended to study the weave of his jumper to hide the gratitude in his eyes.

James had been as good as his word-- James always was, when it mattered, and Sirius mattered to him, even if James showed it through deeds and not quite through words. It was evident on that night, in the way that James could be quiet with Sirius, in the way that the boy who always carried himself as if he were centre-stage could drink his hot chocolate and speak only when he felt like it, not when he felt he had to. That these feelings were returned, nebulous and as-yet-undefined as they were, was obvious in the way that Sirius allowed himself to enjoy the sweetness of the hot chocolate and the milky flavour of the cream, childish tastes that he'd never been allowed to develop but which, like so many other things, he was able to experience through James' presence in his life. Sirius had been honed by his family until he'd become as bright and as sharp as a blade; but with James, with James alone, there was no need to bring that blade to bear. James could disarm Sirius without really having to try, perhaps because James so readily showed Sirius the vulnerabilities that James would otherwise never admit he possessed.

When the mugs were emptied and set on the coffee table, when the logs in the fireplace were burning low and neither James nor Sirius felt inclined to stir them to life, the clock on the mantel began to chime. “Midnight,” James observed, relaxing against Sirius and smiling into the firelight, his fingers twisting idly into the fabric of Sirius’ sleeve. “That makes it Christmas Day. Happy Christmas, Padfoot.”

“Happy Christmas, Prongs,” Sirius replied, his voice soft, his eyes softer. Sirius didn’t quite smile, still somewhat unused to the way that James could make him feel-- Like the first day back at Hogwarts with his friends, like Monty and Effie smiling at him over the breakfast table, such times with James were too precious for Sirius to take lightly, and he would never quite master James’ knack for cradling everything in a grin. Even so, if only for a moment, it seemed like the world beyond the front door had faded into a pleasantly indistinct haze, and all that really mattered was that cosy living room and that glowing fire and the quilt that smelt faintly of lavender, the lingering sweetness on his tongue and the warm, solid weight of James against him, as if that was how they were always meant to be. James’ breathing flattened and slowed as he drowsed, ever able to fall asleep with an ease that Sirius sometimes envied, and Sirius let himself follow suit, his murmured words almost lost beneath the steady crackling from the fireplace.

“You mean the world to me.”

[ginjones]

“Your chest…” Hob whispers quietly, into the foreign space of a hotel room and feels the warmth of his breath returned to him, a lap against his skin. “It’s…softer than usual.”

A cool figure moves silently beneath him, a hand resting softly on the nape of his neck, and it pushes down gently to encourage Hob to nestle in closer. It feels wonderful. A perfect 15 degrees centigrade against his cheek. The voice, when it comes doesn’t carry like it should, given how the white walls have boxed them in and the grey carpet has muffled every would-be echo.

“The hotel pillows are insufficient.”

And Dream is right, to be fair. Hob can attest to that. He had spent three hours from midnight to 3am tossing and turning through growing increments of frustration trying to find repose on a preposterous mound of starched scratched pillows, masquerading as clouds.

That’s the first thing Hob always picks up on, he thinks. How other hotel rooms appear, even in their cheerful guise of comfort and relaxation. They are dead spaces. Unliving. Pre-packaged anew each cleaning cycle-the ghastly white sheets hardened with industrial bleaching. The bedside light spilling a facsimile of ethereal light but somehow always off. The wattage too high; the shadows it casts unknown.

This shadow however, this beautiful thing that appeared to him at 3.10am and wordlessly guided him to rest atop the comfort of a body is a facsimile too, but a knowable one. Dream moulds himself and attends to Hob and becomes, in simple moments, a conduit of pleasure.

“You’re a pillow now, are you?” Hob asks, nonchalantly because he’s too tired for the outpouring of thanks and gratitude he wants to bestow on this wonderful, considerate, frustratingly complex man-shaped entity.

“I am everything and I am nothing.” Says Dreams, true to form.

They are lying vertically across the bed. It’s an odd position but it allows Hob the opportunity to ruck the blankets over half his body, keeping it warm, while simultaneous enjoying how Dream’s chest feels like the finest eiderdown; a perfect cooling balm. And Dream must be regulating his temperature because its just the perfect combination. He sticks one loose and relaxed foot out of the covers and stretches it outwards to run over the cool metal beam of the bed. Jesus, its glorious. If he wasn’t so exhausted, that aching stretch might have spread towards his prick.

“And you’re staying here?”

“Yes.”

“With me until morning?”

“Yes”

“Well then,” Hob continues, snuggling further into the glorious, unimaginable softness of Dream’s pillowy chest. “Guess we could…” He yawns languidly, the sentence trailing off, “Get up for the continental breakfast…starts at…7. We could….if you stay…the Holdburne Museum is just around the corne…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. He is carried on a gentle wave into his first sleep cycle of the night-the Dreaming welcomes him with open arms.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Pontiac GTO

As one of the most sought-after members of the muscle car realm, Pontiac GTOs are a big draw among ardent collectors and casual fans of classic cars alike. This slick 1971 Pontiac GTO, with its recently rebuilt and punched-up 400 V8 motor, is the beneficiary of a comprehensive restoration that's left it not only looking great, but in outstanding running condition, taking that already magnetic attraction and ratcheting it up more than a few notches. And whether you prefer to call it 'The Tiger' or 'The Goat', it's a beast in the streets either way.  

Just a quick glance at this classic will leave you with the indelible impression that this is one seriously clean, straight and solid cruiser. It's likely been pampered a good portion of its life, as its flush fitting panels are all very straight, and the body gaps and sheetmetal creases are as the factory intended. This GOAT has been restored with an eye toward showmanship, and it certainly looks the part with its collection of clean, tight lines that you'll encounter from the hood, the sporty fenders and doors, and that iconic rear end – all of which serve as proof to how thorough the restoration was. The eye-popping Maroon Metallic finish is a wonderfully bright upgrade over the factory Castillian Bronze this GTO was born with, looking liquid-smooth and consistent from front to back, with an impressive shine from its clearcoat. With a deep, lustrous finish accented by shiny metallic flake that's evenly dispersed throughout the body, this car attracts loads of attention everywhere it goes. It's a top driver-quality finish that can be shown off with pride, and when it glitters in the sun you get to sit back and watch the envious gather everywhere you go. The badging on the front grille and decaled emblems on the decklid and fenders are sharp, combining with very clear glass, a commanding rear spoiler, and straight front and back bumpers that drive home the point that no stone was left unturned in bringing this venerable muscle car back up to its optimum condition.  

There's quite an impressive black vinyl interior sitting inside, which in our opinion is a perfect complement to the vivid bodywork. It's also been refurbished and mostly kept in its original configuration - save for a set of Dakota Digital gauges - to provide the rewarding and era-appropriate driving environment classic car enthusiasts look for. The broad buckets up front and bench seat in back show virtually no wear at all and still have a fresh shine to them, and because the covers are high-quality Legend units, they'll look this good for a very long time. A clean expanse of black carpet runs underneath the seating and keeps the asphalt temperatures and road noise at bay, the matching door panels are handsome and blemish-free, and the taut headliner above completes the whole package. Peer through the 3-spoke woodrimmed steering wheel and you'll see the original gauge cluster, although now the pods are filled with a full complement of Dakota Digital gauges. The original radio is long gone, although the machine-turned panel on the dash is still in place and looks great, and the factory A/C system has been upgraded to use modern refrigerant and blows hard and cold. A middle console splits the front buckets and houses the shifter for the automatic transmission below, and the condition of the rear seat suggests it's barely been used. A full-size spare tire wrapped around a matching aftermarket rim and an original jack set sit in the spacious trunk out back, whose floor has been treated for scuff protection with black spatter paint.

The YS code 400 cubic inch V8 sitting under the hood has been driven less than 500 miles since its full rebuild, and it runs with a smoothness and consistency that makes it very much up to the task of daily driving, if you should so choose. Augmented with Edelbrock aluminum heads, a Holley double pumper 4-barrel carburetor, Edelbrock aluminum intake, and a set of ceramic-coated headers, the engine is very powerful with performance that's delivered instantly up and down the throttle. It's paired with a TH400 3-speed automatic transmission that handles the power with ease thanks to an added 2800 stall convertor, shifting with plenty of certainty followed by the sturdy Auburn Gear 10-bolt rear end out back. With both power steering and power 4-wheel disc brakes in tow, this is an easy driver, and this Poncho handles great thanks to new suspension components front and rear, sway bars, and all-new steering components. The soundtrack is great too, with a 3-inch H-pipe dual exhaust system anchored with Flowmaster mufflers doing most of the barking. Should you desire any more proof of just how well-put together and cared for this GTO is, take a glance underneath - you'll find a very well attended to undercarriage there. This GOAT sits on a set of 17" Vision Legend series wheels that are outfitted with 245/50/17 performance radials. 

[morgandria]

I think I was somewhat optimistic about our weather cooling. We had some lovely cooler days and some actual rain, but we're back up in the high 20's (Celcius), and apparently doomed to another too hot, too dry autumn. I cannot tell you how -wrong- it feels. It produces such an uncomfortable state for me, like something's out of tune. I can sense the discordant notes where there should be harmony but there's nothing I can do to bring it back to true. I think it has a lot to do with the shorter daylight hours not aligning with the temperature. Plus I miss all the cricket song and growing quiet outside after twilight when the AC runs. I know I have no choice but to be patient, but I'm so beyond ready for it to cool off. I keep hoping we can settle into a calmer pattern without the constant air pressure bombs between highs and lows, but it hasn’t been a good year for that.

I have done some insane (for me) house cleaning this week. I'm glad it's done, because it really needed it, and grateful I managed it physically. I still need to spot clean my hall carpets (the joy of a heel that randomly bleeds) and deal with washing most of the linens, but that's it for a while. Good to get it out of the way before winter increases our wash sizes due to the need for more clothing (which always seems like it's mostly socks).

Ah well. Not much you can do about how the seasons turn. My inner Hobbit can grumble all they like, but will just have to wait a while longer for the autumnal delights we're craving.

[alder-knight]

I studied glass blowing in university. Silicosis was mentioned often, but it appears we never had a cohesive lecture about it. It's not in my notes or the various other resources I've been made aware of.

From memory:

We use cutlet in the furnaces because the alternative comes with a much greater silicosis risk when handling.

We use an N-95 in all plaster mold making endeavors but especially plaster-silica molds and especially when de-molding as the silica would have spent prolong periods of time at 1000 degrees F.

N-95 for cleaning the kilns and kiln furniture.

The cold shop was cleaned wet, and I've been chatting with a Facebook group about cleaning a personal studio. Personal studios see much less use than a university shop. Everyone cleans it dry with an N-95.

(I liked the idea of using a roomba as you can run the vacuum without being present.)

Grinding ('cutting' or 'drilling') glass requires water, although that's actually not just because of silicosis, it just doesn't work to do it dry.

N-95 for powdered frit, except when using the ventilation box. And use the ventilation box properly.

I'm realizing there's a studio some what near me I can call and ask what their cleaning regimen is.

Was interesting to see something I was somewhat familiar with appear on tumblr in a different context from the one I'm used to.

Also, the counter top silicosis is really fucked :(

that is SO INTERESTING. thank you! pleased to share this with whoever else may land upon the post.

I feel relieved to know that the norm seems to take safety into account with regards to silica particulate, which I could see seeming like less of a big deal than the high temperatures and such. very good to hear.

the countertops situation seems especially insidious to me because they are marketed as a totally normal product. people getting them installed are choosing based on aesthetics, cleanability, price, etc, and not receiving information about the human health impacts unless they go seeking out that information proactively. and why would you?? it is sold like a perfectly normal household product, like carpet or tile. except previously healthy 25-year-olds aren't dropping dead from installing tile. I really don't know what would work short of a ban like Australia's, I hope California gets some legislation through. thanks friend.

[figthefruitfaeth]

written on a lonely, friendless day. nancy wheeler x-files au character study taken from s3ep15. angst ahead.

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It’s raining when Nancy wakes up. It pitter-patters weakly against the window, barely heard under the creak of the waterlogged floorboards as she dresses.

White blouse, dark blazer, clean cut and sharp. Snappy sensible heels and curls teased high and delicate. Thin gold chain around her neck. The clasp is loose, by age, by damage—snipping at the hair on her neck, digging into sweaters and leaving holes. Barb’s. Before.

It’s raining as she pays for her coffee, as it slips down her throat and a hiss of pain whistles past her teeth. More than a drizzle, less than a storm. It doesn’t beat against her skin, doesn’t leave her soaked. It sinks into her hair, catches the heel of her sock. They’ll be frizzy and wooden respectively by lunch.

The train is quiet. Her car is only half full, other sleepy commuters unrestful in their seats. She can’t hear it this deep underground, can’t hear it over the rush of wind and grinding of steel as they all hurtle deep into the dark. All, but not together.

She can’t hear it, but she feels it. Hot, humid. The warm wet squelch of her shoe against the linoleum floor, the uneven drip down the line of her back, a pinprick of cold sinking into her skin just as quickly as it appeared. The car and its sleepy passengers all drying at once, all trying to shed water and only getting halfway. A compromise of liquidity, of body and temperature.

It’s not like home. Summers hot and clawing, winters that bite and draw blood. Virginia—DC—it’s mild. Rain which falls but does not thunder, heatwaves and snow days which creep in and pass quickly. The Goldilocks zone. That’s what she’d said, voice low over the phone, a false cheer Nancy could feel wrapped in the tangled cord even a thousand miles away. It’s supposed to be a relief. A compromise.

The office is a nagging buzz, no breaking case or celebration, just a few people milling around chatting. This might be the usual for them, she doesn’t know, doesn’t care. It’s not her department, not her floor. The only reason she’s up here is for the coffee maker. They’ve got their own, down in the basement. Old, paint chipping off at the bottom. But Robin’s been out sick since yesterday, and it doesn’t work for anybody but Robin. Not really theirs at all.

Her second coffee drips, drips into the mug. Pitters against the ceramic blue base, stains the beige countertop in dark liquid. Sputters and spits mostly tap water.

“Agent Wheeler.”

She turns around.

Owens. Standing in the doorway, one hand at his hip, the other in a pantomime of a knock. It’s a strange little thing, a tired whisper of a joke played when you don’t know someone very well or when you’re trying to keep twitchy fingers occupied.

Owens knows Nancy very well.

“Can I see you in my office?”

It’s not a question or a request, even though it tilts like one at the end. Not a demand either, despite her lack of choice in the matter. A lukewarm duty.

She nods, grabs her coffee. Freshly brewed, but barely hot enough to warm her stiff fingers. Tastes like dirt, like rain. Choking on mud.

Her heels don’t clack along the hallway, a sharp echo announcing where she’s going. Instead, they’re muffled, mixed in with the whirring of a nearby printer, lost to the jangle of Owens’ keys, and then altogether silenced in the carpet of his office.

He offers her a seat, which she doesn’t take. She’s never taken a seat in here and he knows that.

“Alright, straight to it then. A memo came across my desk last night. Thought I should call, but I figured, better to hear it in person.”

“Is this about the ship?”

Their most recent case. A salvage vessel off the coast of San Diego with big claims of dragging up a UFO and no explanation for the crew littered in radiation burns. A case, whether extraterrestrial or not, Nancy could sink her teeth into.

“No, no,” Owens shakes his head, shifts his weight to the right.

Nancy squints. He’s dragging this out, taking his time with an uncomfortable truth instead of just telling her. A misplaced care for her feelings turning whatever bad news he has for her into a pity performance.

He runs a hand through his hair, tries to lean against his desk which Nancy can tell is further away than he expected—stumbling half a step before he hits wood.

She doesn’t have time for this.

A tight smile, “I’ve got my hands full today, Owens. So if you just wanted to talk about last night’s game, then—“

“It’s about you. And, Barb.”

Barb.

A drop hits the top notch of her spine, slithers down a few inches, bleeds into her blouse.

He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at her. Looks, like it’s the last time he’ll see her. Looks, like she’s already gone and buried.

Barb.

Sudden and violent is the urge to slap him, to feel the sting of the terrible secret he’s got red against her palm. Needs him to yell, to scream, to do anything but try and coddle her. To look at her like she’s breakable. Like she’s already broken.

But her throat won’t work, tongue heavy behind teeth that won’t open. Her hands won’t move, won’t pry free from their place on her mug. Indiana State University. Barb’s blue mug.

“It’s been five months and neither the DC police team or the Bureau have found any new leads or evidence for her murder. I’ve been told—I’ve been told the case is to remain inactive until further notice.”

Inactive until further notice. A polite way to say over. A bullshit, sugar coated way to say it’s another cold case file shoved into a cabinet left to rot.

Nancy wants to laugh, wonders what would happen if the little bubbling tendril inside escaped. Would it come out right? If she could speak, tongue pushing speech past the bite of her mouth, would it sound human? Would it even make any noise at all?

She takes a sip of her coffee. It’s not hot, and the day is too warm, too wet to have it go cold just yet. When she sips, there’s no sensation, no punishment in either direction. It’s just an action, just a movement without meaning. The grit of mud between the grind of her teeth for nothing.

Her hands are trembling, she realizes, ring clinking against her cup just enough to drown out the rain tapping against the office windows.

Barb.

He sighs, scrubs at his face.

“I don’t like it either, Nancy, but I don’t think there’s anything behind this. With all the other shit this department is handling—badly, I might add—I think it’s simply just a case of not enough people for the job.”

Nancy blinks.

Nothing behind this.

As if Nancy’s placement in the X-Files wasn’t just a thinly veiled excuse to spy on Robin. As if she didn’t start getting turned away from resources and contacts because she wouldn’t outright call Robin a crackpot. As if case after case of concrete evidence of a government conspiracy going up in smoke was just coincidence.

Nothing behind this.

A fucking platitude, that’s what Owens is selling her. Does he think she needs this? That she’d be happy with half assed excuses and empty promises? That she needs her hand held? They’ve worked together for two years and somehow, she finds he doesn’t know her at all.

He’s saying something else, talking about going to Brenner’s office and talking some sense into him, getting the case back open, but she can’t hear him, not really. The world zeros down to the sharp clink against her mug, vibrating in her hands. Zeroes down to her borrowed necklace tight on her throat and dripping hair and the white hot, blind rage curling in her gut.

Barb, Barb, Barb.

“Nancy—”

She stops, half out the door unaware she’d ever started moving. Her coffee is half empty, and she’s not sure whether it’s splashed across his carpet or lying in the pit of her stomach.

“Right. Because that makes sense.”

Her voice works. Quieter than she wants. Softer than she feels.

“It makes total sense, that a man can blow up a building halfway across the country and we can still pull enough evidence to put him away for life. Right? That makes sense to you. But in the case of a woman, my—”

Friend. Pinkie promises in twin sized beds, lingering glances on double dates, and phone calls with more said in the static of a bad connection than ever in person. Nothing behind this.

“Barb. Barb, murdered in cold blood in a well-lit, reputable hotel with multiple, reliable witnesses and fingerprints clearer than the ones you get at the fucking bureau. All that, but we can’t even put together enough to keep anybody interested. That tracks, right?”

He sighs, “I don’t think this has anything to do with interest.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit!” This time she does laugh, and it’s human, and unlike anything inside herself.

“You can’t believe that, I know you don’t. Tell me you don’t.”

Tell me you haven’t left us here to rot. Tell me you have and let me crawl my way out.

Owens holds her gaze, then looks away.

That’s her answer, isn’t it? Right.

“This has everything to do with interest. Just not yours, and not mine.”

Her heels are silent against the hallway, as is the swing of the women’s restroom door, and the lock latching into place.

She slams the mug against the sink, rips the necklace from her throat and watches it clatter against porcelain.

Compromise.

The last five months spent either on a case or on her case, scrounging data reports and paper trails and eyewitness accounts. Bed and fridge empty as she spent every night calling contact after contact, dead end after dead end.

Nothing behind this.

The case that could’ve meant the end of the X-Files or the end of Them—but didn’t. Where nobody died and nothing changed for anyone of consequence.

Barb.

Her first visit to the city since the sticky, wet summer after training. The phone call Nancy had made, telling her, I want to see you. And the phone call when she finally landed, Stay. Stay in the hotel room and order room service by herself while she tried to save the X-Files, while she tried to save Robin.

Stay. And then she hung up, rushed out the door by the whirlwind nature of it all. Line gone cold, last word hanging in the static.

Nancy is never going to know what Barb might’ve said.

She lets the curling, festering thing in her gut grow, lets it eat at her, lets her body bite and bleed itself dry and full, wet and hungry until all that’s left is rage. Hot and fast, water evaporating from her body and finding nowhere to escape, clinging to the lining of her jacket, the creases of her palms. Her mouth opens, parting for a blood curdling scream, a cry of injustice and retribution, for something, for fucking anything—

Nothing comes out.

On the sink, the mug stares at her, blue and unscratched. The chain lies stuck in mud.

It’s raining. A weak pitter against the vents. It’s raining as Nancy hunches over a bathroom sink, and weeps.

[whitehallcarpetcleaners]

Professional Carpet Cleaners

Why Hot Water Extraction Beats DIY Carpet Cleaning Every Time

We’ve all been there—scrubbing away at stubborn carpet stains only to be disappointed with mediocre results. Carpet cleaning can be a real headache for homeowners.

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This professional-grade technique removes 97% of dirt and allergens lurking in your carpets. If you’re looking for that satisfying, deep, clean feeling, hot water extraction is hands-down the way to go.

Key Takeaways

Hot water extraction removes 97% of dirt and allergens from carpets, making it far more effective than DIY methods.

Professional hot water extraction uses temperatures up to 200°F, while DIY machines only reach about 120°F, limiting their cleaning power.

DIY carpet cleaning often leaves behind residue and excess moisture, which can lead to faster re-soiling and potential mold growth.

Hot water extraction is recommended by major carpet manufacturers like Shaw and Mohawk to maintain warranty coverage.

Professional equipment used in hot water extraction removes more water from carpets, resulting in faster drying times of just 1-2 hours.

The Different Types of Carpet Cleaning Methods

Carpet cleaning methods vary widely, each offering unique benefits for different situations. We’ll explore five popular techniques and other factors, including hot water extraction and DIY approaches, to help you understand your options.

Hot Water Extraction

Hot water extraction is the premier carpet cleaning method significant manufacturers like Shaw and Mohawk recommend. We use this technique to inject hot water and mild detergent into carpet fibers, followed by powerful vacuum extraction.

The Rotovac 360i machine performs 240 passes per minute, ensuring deep cleaning and neutralization. This process removes dirt, stains, and soil while leaving carpets fresh and dry within 1-2 hours.

Let’s explore why DIY methods often fall short compared to professional hot water extraction.

Zero Residue/Non-Residue Cleaning

Zero-residue and non-residue cleaning systems utilize specialized water without soap or neutralizing rinse. These methods claim to leave no residue behind, but they fail to effectively remove greasy oil spots or emulsify dirt.

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Encapsulation Carpet Cleaning

Moving from zero residue cleaning, we now explore encapsulation carpet cleaning. This method uses 70% less water than extraction techniques, making it a low-moisture option. We’ve found that carpets cleaned with encapsulation can dry in under 30 minutes, a significant advantage for busy spaces.

Our experience shows that vacuum encapsulation allows us to clean up to 2,000 sq. ft. per hour, compared to 500-600 sq. ft. with hot water extraction. This efficiency, competitive pricing, and fast dry times have made encapsulation popular for commercial carpet cleaning.

However, we advise caution for homes with pets or areas with oily soils, as encapsulation may not be as effective.

Dry Powder Cleaning

Unlike encapsulation, dry powder cleaning offers a different approach to carpet maintenance. We apply a moistened, absorbent chemical compound to the carpet, which attracts and binds with dirt particles.

This method is less effective than hot water extraction for deep cleaning. Our experience shows that dry powder cleaning often leaves a residue, which can be challenging to remove altogether.

It’s also less efficient at removing embedded soil than other techniques.

We’ve found that while dry powder cleaning is suitable for light maintenance, it falls short of delivering thorough results. The powder can settle deep into carpet fibers, causing issues over time.

For clients seeking a more comprehensive clean, we typically recommend alternative methods that provide better soil removal and leave carpets fresher.

DIY Carpet Cleaning

DIY carpet cleaning methods often fall short of professional standards. We’ve found that these approaches can be time, money-consuming, and labor-intensive, lacking the powerful suction needed for thorough cleaning.

Many DIY machines struggle to reach high temperatures with low moisture, leading to over-wetting and sticky carpets. This inadequate heat also hinders the breakdown of tough stains and soil removal.

Our experience shows that basic DIY techniques may leave residue behind, causing carpets to attract dirt faster post-cleaning. Professional hot water extraction, in contrast, offers superior results with its high-temperature cleaning and efficient water removal capabilities.

The Benefits of Hot Water Extraction

Hot water extraction is a superior carpet cleaning method. We’ll explore its advantages over DIY approaches.

Effective removal of dirt and stains

Hot water extraction excels at removing stubborn dirt and stains from carpets. We use powerful equipment and quality chemicals to penetrate deep into carpet fibers, dislodging embedded grime and lifting tough stains.

Our process eliminates allergens, old marks, and carpet germs that regular vacuuming can’t reach. This cleaning method is particularly effective for cigarette stains and odors, restoring carpets to their former luster.

With hot water extraction, we can tackle many carpet issues, providing a thorough cleaning that DIY methods can’t match.

Use of quality chemicals

We employ premium cleaning agents during hot water extraction to ensure effective stain removal. Our professional-grade solutions are specifically formulated to tackle tough dirt and grime without harsh chemicals.

This approach delivers superior results and maintains an environmentally friendly cleaning process. Our quality chemicals break down stubborn stains and lift them from carpet fibers, leaving your floors fresh and clean.

The high temperature for deeper cleaning

Hot water extraction utilizes high temperatures to achieve superior cleaning results. Our professional-grade equipment heats water to temperatures that effectively break down stubborn dirt, grease, and stains embedded deep within carpet fibers.

This intense heat also helps sanitize carpets by killing bacteria and dust mites. Unlike DIY methods, our hot water extraction reaches temperatures necessary for truly deep cleaning carpets, ensuring a thorough and hygienic result.

The power of heat in our extraction process goes beyond surface-level cleaning. As we inject the heated cleaning solution into carpets, it penetrates deeper, loosening and lifting contaminants that cooler water can’t touch.

This allows us to extract more dirt and debris, leaving carpets cleaner and fresher than other methods. Our truck-mounted systems maintain optimal temperature throughout the cleaning process, guaranteeing consistent results across a large area.

Removes more water

Hot water extraction’s superior water removal capabilities set it apart from other carpet cleaning methods. We use powerful equipment that extracts more water from carpet fibers, leaving them drier and reducing drying time.

This efficient process helps prevent mold and mildew growth, which can occur when excess moisture remains in the carpet. Our professional-grade machines ensure limited water is left behind, protecting your carpets and maintaining a healthier indoor environment.

The thorough extraction process also removes more dirt, allergens, and contaminants, resulting in a deeper, more effective clean for your floors and upholstery.

Why DIY Carpet Cleaning Falls Short

DIY carpet cleaning often falls short due to inadequate equipment and techniques, leaving residue and moisture behind. To learn more about why professional vacuumed hot water extraction offers superior results, continue reading.

Rental machines can leave residue

We’ve found that rental carpet cleaning machines often leave a sticky residue on carpets. These machines typically have electric power but lack the power to extract all the cleaning solution, leading to overwet carpets that attract dirt more quickly.

Our professional hot water extraction method uses more potent suction and higher temperatures, ensuring a thorough clean without leftover residue. This difference is crucial for maintaining carpet quality and extending its lifespan.

Let’s explore why DIY spot cleaning falls short of professional standards.

Spot cleaning may not be effective

Moving beyond rental machines, we must address the limitations of spot cleaning. Spot cleaning often falls short in tackling deep-seated issues within carpets. Our experience shows it rarely effectively eliminates allergens, bacteria, and mold spores.

These microscopic particles can persist, potentially affecting indoor air quality and health.

Relying solely on spot cleaning might void carpet warranties. Many manufacturers require professional cleaning at specified intervals to maintain warranty coverage. Hot water extraction offers a comprehensive solution, reaching deep into carpet fibers to remove contaminants that spot cleaning misses.

The work of carpet cleaners and the inability to reach high temperatures steam cleaner

Hot water extraction machines used by professional carpet cleaners can reach temperatures up to 200°F (93°C). This high heat is crucial for breaking down tough stains, killing bacteria, and effectively removing dirt from carpet fibers.

DIY carpet cleaning methods, including rental machines and home steam cleaners, often fail in this regard. These devices typically max out at around 120°F (49°C), which isn’t hot enough to tackle deep-seated grime or eliminate harmful microorganisms.

We’ve found that the lower temperatures of DIY methods can leave carpets only partially clean, potentially leading to faster re-soiling and the need for more frequent cleaning sessions.

Limited removal of water

We’ve found that DIY carpet cleaning methods often struggle with water removal. Rental machines and home-use equipment typically lack the power to extract water effectively, leaving carpets damp for extended periods.

Excess moisture can lead to unpleasant odors and an environment where mold and mildew thrive. On the other hand, professional hot water extraction uses powerful equipment to remove more water, resulting in faster drying times and a cleaner, fresher carpet.

Our experience shows insufficient water removal during DIY cleaning can cause lingering stains. As carpets dry slowly, dirt and contaminants may wick the water, returning to the surface and undoing the cleaning effort.

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Conclusion: Hot Water Extraction for a Deeper Clean

Hot water extraction is the superior choice for carpet cleaning. This method delivers unparalleled results in low-moisture cleaning, effectively removing deep-seated dirt and stubborn stains. Professional equipment and expertise ensure thorough cleaning without residue or overwetting.

Homeowners can trust hot water extraction to maintain their carpets’ cleanliness, longevity, and indoor air quality. Choose this proven warm water extraction technique for a fresher, healthier home environment.

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[vamp-orwave]

Her Favourite Worst Nightmare

I - Toccata

It was a cold winter night for Adelaide, but having just come from London's mild summer, Judith had expected it to be much colder. There was almost no change at all in temperature, but the air was cleaner -- so clean she wondered how she'd ever breathed at all before she died. The rain had followed her to this city too, gently spattering across the tram window.

"So what do you reckon?" Frankie prodded, nudging Judith with his meaty elbow across the aisle where they both stood.

"Huh?" The Daeva turned blankly to her clanmate, taking a moment to process his question. The last night she was awake had been a very long night, and she had the feeling tonight was going to be another.

Rubbing her bleary eyes and focusing past the rain, she surveyed the urban scenery as it passed by. Lit only by false light under an overcast sky -- orange sodium, cold fluorescent, LED headlights, colourful neon, and their blurred reflections on the drizzle-slick asphalt -- Judith could make out the painted iron of colonial balconies, the elaborate stone of Victorian masonry, and the glass and steel of modern skyscrapers between the slow river of cars and pedestrians that wove their way in and out of the connecting streets and alleys. This city wore its age on its sleeve, and it was young, like she was.

She was grateful for that.

"At least there's a night life?" Judith attempted gloomily.

"Better than you could hope for on such short notice. Just wished more bands stopped here, ay. Y'know Zeppelin passed us over in '72? Fuckin' devastating." Frankie shook his head, then shot a cheeky wink at the older fellow seated nearby who'd turned to give him a queer look.

"But I was asking about your new digs," he added, a little quieter.

"Oh." Judith's mind flashed back to the peeling paint and stained carpet.

"They'll do fine," she replied, a little more honestly this time. It was private enough, and shelter from the sun, and she knew havening in another shithole would make her feel right at home in this pale, sleepy shadow of the broken empire she'd never see again.

"Right on. We'll get you some furniture so you're not sleeping on the floor."

The tram crawled to a stop at a sheltered island in between the lanes of King William Street. As the doors opened, and the kine surrounding them began to shuffle out into the night air, Judith leaned in close enough to whisper.

"Think I've got time for a hit?"

Moving to alight with the other passengers, Frankie looked her up and down with a grin, and beckoned her to follow suit before more evening riders could cram themselves into the carriage. He sat down on a steel bench and waited for the tramstop to empty and the doors to close.

"Probably not the best idea to be sky high when you meet the Prince," he laughed, as the transport slowly slithered off to resume its circular route.

"'Sides, you'll be here for hours trying to sniff out anyone willing to take junk from some rando cockney punk they've never laid eyes on. Anyone your type, anyway."

Frank's eyes lingered on her chest for the third time that night, Judith noticed. She always noticed when someone looked a little too long. Not that men ever tried to hide it.

"I dunno," she shrugged. "I can be pretty bloody persuasive."

With a sarcastic smile, Judith turned to appraise her surroundings. She tried her best to focus, to put the itching thirst for her next fix out of her mind. Her new best friend had brought her here, to the communal hunting grounds known as The Rack, because she had a more pressing thirst to quench.

"Hindley Street that way," he pointed ahead of him, "Pubs and clubs galore," then he thumbed over his shoulder. "Rundle Mall that way. Shops are all closed right now though."

"Closed!?" Judith gaped. "It's not even six yet!"

Frankie let out a brassy chuckle. "Welcome to South Australia!"

"How the fuck do you buy shit then?"

"Ghouls. Just about everyone's got one."

Judith rolled her eyes. Lovely. Another complication. Frankie waved dismissively.

"No worries, we can share until you've found one. Grant's got good taste, he'll get you started on a new collection."

Judith made a sour expression and resumed her focus, scanning the thin crowd of mortals on either side of the street for her next meal. It still stung that she'd had to abandon 35 years of records, not to mention her favourite Fender.

"You 'right then?" she offered.

"Yeah, had a snack on the way in. Back here when you're done, then we'll boogie."

With a nod, Judith hopped off the tramstop and strode purposefully off towards the outdoor Mall to the East, avoiding further conversation. She wasn't in the mood to play the social game, and no good targets had yet presented themselves for an ambush. Most women walked with their partner or in groups, or else they weren't particularly appetising.

Trudging out of the mild bustle of King William into what was at this hour an underused thoroughfare between more desirable destinations, she was about to settle on tailing a wrinkled old bat dragging a hand-cart when her ears picked up the sound of music.

The piercing, mournful song of wailing strings cut through the damp night air, drawing Judith in like a siren. For a few sweet moments, she forgot her gnawing hunger as she floated upon the melody, following it to its source.

Rounding the corner of one of Rundle's numerous side-passages, she at last laid eyes on the gorgeous, glossy curves of a violin in fervent motion. It was cradled by a short, skinny lad, bundled up in a duffel coat and thick red scarf, and he seemed lost in his passionate playing.

Judith stood, captivated. Leaning against the wall across the path from the young man, she watched the soft rain fall between them from her adjacent point of shelter, surrendering herself to join him on the higher plane of ecstasy shared only by a musician and their audience. It was some classical piece she was sure she'd heard before, but couldn't name. Hardly her scene, but masterful regardless.

When she came back to earth, Judith noticed the violinist was staring at her from behind his dancing bow. Momentarily startled, she thought to reach for her wallet for a tip until she remembered she was woefully short on this country's legal tender. Instead she patted her pockets and shrugged to her fellow artist with an apologetic smile, and had turned to move on when a passerby suddenly caught her eye.

A woman, tall and pale. Blonde. Fishnets. Fur coat. Judith felt her heart leap into her throat.

It couldn't be. Could it?

She forgot her prior reverie immediately, falling in behind the girl in a silent pursuit. Her ravenous eyes burned into the back of that pretty, golden head. What would Charlotte be doing on this side of the world? Had Frankie smuggled her out of hot water too, all those years ago? Don't be stupid, she told herself. Even if she were here, what are the chances you'd meet her again the very first night?

Judith quickened her pace. She couldn't sense a Beast within that beautiful figure, but she had to be sure. When her quarry turned off the main path, she seized the opportunity to close the distance.

"'Scuse me, love!" she called out.

The woman turned. It wasn't Charlotte.

Judith's heart sank a little. The blissful nights she'd spent with her Sire were so long ago now that they seemed like a dream, and throughout the lonely years since she'd woken, the details had been slowly slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. Would she even recognise Charlotte's perfect, painted smile if it were inches away?

"Can I help you?"

The mortal woman in front of her did not smile. Her posture stiffened at being approached in this low light, but she stood her ground. Judith gave her a friendly grin. Her small stature and deceptively cherubic face tended to set strangers at ease, despite the studs and leather jacket.

"Sorry to bother you love -- my phone's dead," Judith lied. "Any chance you can point me to a cafe that's still open?"

The pretense and friendly tone gave the poor girl an excuse to lower her guard a little.

"Oh." She glanced around to further gauge her immediate safety, wobbling a little on her red stilettos. "Sure, hang on."

Momentarily taking her eyes off of Judith, she dug a hand into her coat pocket to pull up google maps. Though cordial, she kept a vice grip on her gold-plated smartphone.

"Cheers love," Judith edged ever closer, eyeing her prey's white, swan-like neck.

When her search had loaded, she tilted her phone screen to show Judith the nearest red pins, wordlessly inviting her to lean in.

Too easy.

Lightning fast, Judith latched one hand tightly around the woman's wrist, slipped the other arm around the waist of her cocktail dress, and pulled her into The Kiss.

She felt her fangs slip into the warm, supple flesh like butter. Her prey quickly loosened in her grip, and uttered a delicious, sugary moan. Judith pushed Not-Charlotte up against the nearest wall; pressed a knee between her thighs. She let herself sink into a bittersweet nostalgia as thick, coppery blood -- with a welcome kick of vodka -- gushed red-hot into her waiting mouth and down her throat. Drinking her fill, she lost herself in the smell of her hair, the dance of her heart, the shape of her lithe body helpless beneath desperate hands.

It was only after Judith had licked the puncture marks closed and left her victim alone in a daze that she noticed the violin had stopped. Retracing her steps, she found that sure enough, the lad had packed it in and was nowhere to be seen.

Mustn't be a good night for it, she thought with a small pang of regret. For a moment, she considered chasing him down, thrusting twenty quid into his hand and letting him figure it out, but decided against it. With any luck, she'd be in town long enough to see him again.

Besides -- she had somewhere more important to be tonight, and she was probably already fashionably late.

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[hindisoup]

Cleaning and Laundry Vocabulary

सफ़ाई - cleaning, washing, cleanliness (feminine) * सालाना सफ़ाई - annual cleaning * सूखी सफ़ाई - dry cleaning (feminine) * भाप सफ़ाई - steam cleaning (feminine), भाप - steam (masculine) साफ़, स्वच्छ, साफ़-सुथरा - clean, neat, tidy (adjective) सफ़ाई / साफ़ करना - to clean (transitive) * घर की सफ़ाई करना - to clean, tidy up the house खिड़की - window (feminine) फ़र्श - floor (masculine) * floor can be for example लकड़ी का (wooden) or पत्थर का (stone) गलीचा, कालीन - rug, carpet (masculine) गंदगी, मैल - filth, dirt (feminine), also गंद (masculine) * ढीली गंदगी - loose dirt गंदा, मैला - dirty (adjective) बदबू, दुर्गध - foul odor, bad smell (feminine), also गंद (masculine) धब्बा, दाग - stain (masculine) * दाग छोड़ना - to leava a stain (transitive) धूल - dust (feminine) हटाना - to remove [dust, dirt, stain] (transitive) कूड़ेदान - trashcan, dustbin (masculine) झाड़ू - broom (masculine) पोचा - mop (masculine) * पोचा लगाना - to mop (transitive) पोंछना - to wipe (transitive) * पोंछकर साफ़ करना - to clean by wiping बाल्टी - bucket (feminine) * बाल्टी को भरी/खाली करना - to fill/empty the water bucket (transitive) बर्तन माँजना - to do the dishes (transitive) बेदाग - spotless (adjective) चमकदार - shiny (adjective) सुव्यवस्थित - tidy, well-organised (adjective) स्वच्छता - cleanliness, tidiness (feminine) गृह व्यवस्था - housekeeping (feminine) विलायक - solvent (adjective) * रासायनिक विलायक chemical solvent सफ़ाई उत्पाद- cleaning product (masculine) * a cleaning product can be पर्यावरण का अनुकूल (ecofriendly) साफ़ करने का साधन - cleaning agent (masculine) सामान्य प्रयोजन डिटर्जेंट - general purpose detergent (masculine) सफ़ाई कोठरी - cleaning closet (feminine) उपयोगिता कक्ष - utility room (masculine) रखना - to keep, place, store (transitive) * अलमारी/दराज़ में रखना - to place and keep items in a cupboard/drawer * व्यवस्थित करना - to organise, sort (transitive) अवांछित वस्तुओं को फेंकना - to throw away, discard unwanted items, also अवांछित चीजों को त्यागना (transitive) कपड़े दान में देना - to give clothes to charity (transitive)

Washing Laundry कपड़ा, वस्त्र - cloth, clothing, fabric, garment (masculine) * clothes can be for example गीले (wet, moist), सूखे (dry), झुर्रीदार (wrinkled) or चिकने (smooth), हल्के रंग के (light-colored), गहरे रंग के (dark-colored) or नाजुक (delicate) कपास - cotton (masculine) ऊन - wool (masculine) * ऊनी - woolly, woollen (adjective) रेशम - silk (masculine) * रेशमी - silken (adjective) बिस्तर की चादर - bed linen (feminine) तौलिया - towel (feminine) धुलाई - washing (feminine) * कोमल धुलाई - gentle wash * दबाव धुलाई - pressure washing (not for clothes!) धुलाई करना, धोना - to wash (transitive) * कपड़ों की धुलाई करना, कपड़े / वस्त्र धोना - to do laundry, to wash clothes * हाथ से धोना - to hand wash * साबुन से धोना - to wash with soap (transitive) * उच्च/ठंडे तापमान पर धोना - to wash at a high/low temperature तापक्रम, तापमान - temperature (masculine) से अलग करना - to separate from (transitive) अलग-अलग धोना - to wash separately (transitive) कपड़ों को उल्टा पलट लेना - to turn clothes inside out (transitive) कपड़े धोने की मशीन - washing machine (feminine) * मशीन में कपड़े डालना - to put clothes in the washer (transitive) धोने की तरल - washing liquid, detergent (feminine) धोने का सोडा - washing soda (masculine) सिरका - vinegar (masculine) साबुन - soap (masculine) बुलबुला - bubble (masculine) झाग - foam (masculine) निचोड़ना - to squeeze, wring (transitive) सुखाना - to dry (transitive) * हवा में सुखाना - to air-dry कपड़े की रेखा - clothing line, clothes line (feminine) * कपड़े की रेखा पर लटका देना - to hang on clothesline * सूखने के लिए लटका देना - to hang to dry कपड़े सुखाने की मशीन - clothes dryer, tumble dryer (feminine) सिकुड़ना - to shrink (intransitive) इस्त्री - iron, press (feminine) इस्त्री करना - to iron (transitive) इस्त्री बोर्ड - ironing board (masculine) कपड़े मोड़ना - to fold clothes (transitive)

[dramatic-shitpost-poet]

Crested Gecko

Enclosure: 

Hatchlings can be housed in 10 gallon tanks while adults can be housed in 20 gallons. Equal measurements or slightly more height will benefit them well

Add 10 gallons for every adult added 

They can be housed alone, housed with many females together, or housed with one male and many females. Never house 2 males together since they will get territorial

The temperature should be kept between 78 and 82 degrees F in the day and can drop to low 70s at night

Heat can be provided by ceramic heaters or incandescent bulb lights. It should be on one side of the tank, so one side can be a basking side and the other can be cooler.

They do not need UVB if fed a rich vitamin D3 diet, but still is beneficial to them

Turn off all lights at night to keep a proper day and night cycle for them and prevent stress

Most times they are above substrate and in branches. Substrate is still good though and reptile carpet, peat moss based soil mixtures, or coconut fiber can all be used.

If you want to monitor their health, you can use paper towels for flooring

They need enrichment, places to hide, and places to climb in their home. Branches, cork bark, bamboo, fake or live plants, or a cave work really well. Leave some open space though, don’t over clutter

Water should always be available in a shallow water dish and it should be changed whenever dirty or once a week minimum

Spot clean daily and clean entirely every month

They need a humidity around 70% and the tank should be misted daily

Diet/Feeding habits:

They eat insects, fruits, veggies, and some are fed a “Superfood crested gecko diet” that is just mixed with water. Most prefer to feed live insects though as a primary or supplementary diet (variety is key)

Do not feel them mealworms as they have trouble ingesting them with their outer shell

They eat dubia roaches, crickets, grasshoppers, etc.

Calcium powder and vitamins should be included with every meal

Juveniles need to be fed daily while adults need to be fed 2-3 times a week

Age Identification:

They live about 15-20 years on average

Maturity is reached between 15-18 months

Physical traits:

Both males and females get around 4-5 inches for Snout to vent length, but 7-9 inches total overall including their tail

Hatchlings are only about an inch in length

They weigh about 35 grams

They come in a variety of morphs, but most are a tannish brown for camouflage

They are arboreal and have sticky pads on their toes to help them climb branches

They do lick their eyes to keep them moist

They have little spikes (not spikey at all, no harm) above their eyes and on their head that look like eyelashes that run down to their tail

Their tail can grip onto things, but if they feel threatened they will lose their tail

Their head is sort of triangle shape

Personality:

Tree dwellers or arboreal along with nocturnal. Most rest or hide during the day

If threatened they may “let go” of their tail or lose it as a defense mechanism and is completely natural. Most prefer to have the geckos with tails though

They do get stressed at high temperatures

Not the brightest and may mistake substrate for food

If they feel scared, they might hiss and stand up or possibly lose their tail

They communicate by making a high pitched chirping sound

Health concerns:

They might ingest substrate by accident, so feed them on their branches and not on the ground

Metabolic bone disease is caused by lack of calcium and needed vitamins in their diet

Mouth rot is showed by foaming around the mouth, wheezing, redness, and just trouble eating

Respiratory infections are marked by wheezing, lethargy, etc.

Parasites may stick to their skin and cause them weight issues, skin rashes, trouble shedding, etc.

See a vet for all these issues

Handling:

They shouldn’t be handled for the first month home in order to readjust to their new home and have a few meals beforehand

When first handling, only do so for about 5-10 minutes and only handle once they have more than 3 inches length as to avoid injury to them

Babies are very defensive and may bite because they are frightened

After they are used to you, then you can handle them for as long as they want to be out

[spicycreativity]

Idk if anyone here is particularly interested in cosplay as an art/lifestyle but it's MY blog and I get to ramble about the stupid shit I do

I'm on Remus wig #3 because I just haven't liked the way they've been turning out:

I started with a long wig to parallel my Roman cosplay, but the long hair + the high collar just kinda. made my neck disappear. and it wasn't a very flattering look:

Then Cade lent me his brown Rufio and I really liked it but we had wanted color-coded wigs for each character (red for Roman, blond for Janus, blue streaks for Logan and Patton, etc) so I REALLY wanted a green mohawk (plus i didn't want to add a silver streak and mess up Cade's wig):

That brings us to wig #2, a brown Rufio with blond mohawk. Arda doesn't sell it in green so I endeavored to find a way to spot dye the 'hawk. That didn't work out due to the mechanics of trying to submerge only part of a very short, oddly-shaped wig in boiling water/Rit dye, so I ended up with a weird, spiky, shiny, off-color nightmare wig:

Here's where I decided to get WEIRD. I bought another brown sides/blond 'hawk Rufio from Arda and decided to try foiling it, like when hairdressers do blond highlights.

The logic: It recently occurred to me that Rit seals with heat, not water and heat. You only have to boil your object because it's pretty much the only safe, consistent way to keep the dye and the object hot long enough for the dye to set. Enter heat-resistant wigs. Since the boiling water is only necessary as a mechanism to prolonged heat, I thought I could achieve the same result with a straightener or hair dryer

That sort of worked.

It took forever, was extremely inefficient, and resulted in a very pale dye job. Somehow, the small test patch I did took me 2 HOURS. Granted I did knock over my dye and have a fairly long interlude where I cleaned it out of my carpet...

So I got fed up, painted the dye all over the 'hawk, covered everything in foil, and stuck that damn wig in the oven

Per their website, Arda wigs are heat resistant up to 420°F, but I stuck with 325 tops just in case, turning the oven off and on to keep from overdoing things

And y'all??? I just took my wig out of the oven after letting it cool overnight, rinsed it, aaaaaand

RESOUNDING SUCCESS!

The temperature of the oven wasn't hot enough to warp the wig fibers, but was sufficient to set the dye, so now after I make a few adjustments I have my perfect Remus wig!!!

I'm so happy!!!

I need to do another pass (I was worried about running out of dye since I spilled a bunch), but look how deep and rich that color is!! That's post-rinsing, too; I made sure the water was running completely clear before I took the pic

Aaaahhhh!!!!

[property-management-company]

The Ultimate Checklist for Property Turnover Inspections

Conducting a thorough property turnover inspection is essential for maintaining the quality and value of rental properties. These inspections help identify any issues that need to be addressed before new tenants move in, ensuring a smooth transition and preserving the property's condition. Here is the ultimate checklist for property turnover inspections, designed to guide landlords and property managers through a comprehensive evaluation process.

1. Exterior Inspection

The exterior of the property is the first thing potential tenants see, so it's crucial to make a good impression. Inspect the building’s exterior for any signs of damage, such as cracks in the foundation, chipped paint, or damaged siding. Check the condition of the roof, gutters, and downspouts. Ensure that the landscaping is well-maintained, with no overgrown plants or dead foliage.

2. Entryway and Doors

The entryway and doors are high-traffic areas that need to be in excellent condition. Check the front door for any signs of wear and tear, including the door frame and hardware. Ensure that all locks are functioning correctly and that the door opens and closes smoothly. Don’t forget to check the doorbell and any security systems installed at the entry.

3. Walls, Ceilings, and Floors

Inspect all walls, ceilings, and floors for damage. Look for cracks, holes, or stains on the walls and ceilings. Check for signs of water damage, which could indicate plumbing issues. Examine the floors for scratches, stains, or other types of wear, paying particular attention to high-traffic areas. If the property has carpets, ensure they are clean and free of stains.

4. Windows and Window Coverings

 Windows should be checked for cracks, broken glass, and proper sealing. Ensure that they open and close smoothly and that all locks are functional. Inspect window coverings such as blinds, shades, or curtains for damage or wear. Clean the windows thoroughly to provide a clear view for new tenants.

5. Lighting and Electrical Systems

 Ensure all lighting fixtures are in working order, including ceiling lights, lamps, and exterior lighting. Check that all electrical outlets and switches are functioning properly. Test smoke detectors, carbon monoxide detectors, and any other safety devices to ensure they are operational and compliant with local regulations.

6. Kitchen Inspection

The kitchen is one of the most important areas to inspect thoroughly. Check all appliances, including the stove, oven, refrigerator, dishwasher, and microwave, to ensure they are clean and in good working order. Inspect countertops, cabinets, and drawers for damage and cleanliness. Test the water pressure and check for any leaks under the sink.

7. Bathroom Inspection

Bathrooms should be meticulously inspected for cleanliness and functionality. Check the condition of the toilet, sink, and shower or bathtub. Ensure that all plumbing fixtures are working correctly and that there are no leaks. Examine the grout and caulking around tiles for any signs of mold or deterioration. Test the exhaust fan to ensure proper ventilation.

8. Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning (HVAC) Systems

Inspect the HVAC system to ensure it is in good working condition. Replace air filters if necessary and check the thermostat for accurate readings. Test the heating and cooling systems to ensure they are functioning correctly. If the property has a fireplace, ensure it is clean and safe to use.

9. Plumbing Inspection

Check all plumbing fixtures for leaks, including faucets, toilets, and showers. Test the water pressure in all sinks and showers. Inspect the water heater for any signs of corrosion or leaks and ensure it is set to an appropriate temperature. Check for any signs of water damage around plumbing fixtures, which could indicate hidden leaks.

10. **Safety and Compliance

Finally, ensure the property meets all safety and compliance standards. Check that smoke detectors, carbon monoxide detectors, and fire extinguishers are in place and functional. Ensure that all emergency exits are accessible and clearly marked. Review local regulations to ensure the property complies with all safety and health codes.

Conclusion A thorough property turnover inspection is crucial for maintaining the quality and value of rental properties. By following this ultimate checklist, landlords and property managers can ensure that all areas of the property are in good condition, making it ready for new tenants. Regular inspections help identify and address issues promptly, leading to a smoother transition between tenants and ultimately enhancing tenant satisfaction and property value. With this comprehensive guide, you can confidently approach your next property turnover inspection, ensuring no detail is overlooked and providing a safe and welcoming home for your future tenants. Read more