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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.

[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!

[44-mr-midnight-44]

   The thin birch strip of wood slowly creaked open, pushed passed clusters of unwashed clothes and breaking the grasp of darkness with warm light forcing itself through.

   Iron shoes pressed into the ragged carpet; connected to a pale body encased in a dark suit, small drumsticks hanging from a stringy necklace.

   An esca risen from the base of his forehead offered a small, added rinse of cyan glow.

   “[C’mon, you gotta get up.]”

   Skinny fingers crushed a crumpled sheet of a shaggy pillowcase between their wiry grasp; scrabbling to pull the entire cushion into the id’s face.

   “[C’mon,]” Mind spoke, a soft voice of frigid tenderness as he stepped closer into the chamber. “[C’mon. You gotta get up.]”

   “(I don't want to.)” Heart pushed the words through locked teeth.

   “[I know.]” Mind spoke, now firmly. “[If I let you stay asleep, your cage will think staying asleep is an option. And then, you'll struggle to wake up every morning knowing you can just fall back asleep, knowing that it's allowed on occasion.]”

   Heart groaned.

   He turned in the clump of blankets awfully formed around his scrawny body, shifting old stuffed animals and unclean sheets with his form’s twists.

   His pale body, only hugged by shaggy undergarments and an expensive bra, wrinkled under the weight of his mattress’ belongings.

   “[C’mon.]” Mind commanded. “[You need to wake up.]”

   “(Mm…)”

   “[I know it's hard, but you need to get up.]”

   “(Ng…)”

   “[Come on. Things have been hard, I know. But you still need to get up.]”

   Heart positioned his back into a semblance of a lift, sitting up idly for a moment. He then dipped his body back into his warm covers, closed in a ball as he was then submerged in softness.

   “[Heart. I already make breakfast, come on.]”

   “(It's not that I'm tired.)”

   Heart wriggled, then collapsing onto his side, ducked under toasty blankets.

   “[Then what is it?]”

   Curses. Now that he shared his feelings, he’d have to expose a bit about how he felt at the moment.

   “(It's nothing important.)” Heart had already prepared the first batch of backup excuses if that one hadn't worked.

   “[Yes it is. We have work to do, and if you're not going to get up then we can't do it.]”

   “(It's not about you taking control.)”

   “[It doesn't have to be.]”

   “(It’s not about anyone else making me feel like I’m nothing.)”

   “[It doesn't have to be.]”

   “(My medicine’s working fine.)”

   “[Is it?]”

   First batch came out sour. Let's try the next.

   “(If you just leave me here, then I won't mess up anything. I promise I would end up doing that.)”

   “[Then I can supervise you. It's not hard to type emails and do math we learned in high school.]”

   “(But I can't talk to anyone right now. I’ll just annoy them.)”

   “[Why do you think you’d annoy them?]”

   Drats. That one came out undercooked.

   “(I’m in a bad mood, you know? It's not that I think I’m bad or anything, I just think that I’d annoy them with my irritability.)”

   “[Mhm.]”

   “(Sometimes I'm just a little ornery, and I get a little bit hostile in casual discussion.)”

   “[Mhm.]”

   Is it working?

   Maybe it's working.

   “[So then you can do housework. You can wash the dishes, do the laundry, clean the living rooms, the bathrooms, organise the books.]”

   “(…)”

   “[It’s not hard work, it’ll only take you a few hours, maybe a bit longer for all the laundry but that doesn’t require much effort. You only have two brothers and a Host, and one of them has no care for their hygiene. It's not rocket science.]”

   “(…Mind…)”

   “[Mhm?]”

   “(…I… I’m sick.)”

   Desperate times call for desperate measures.

   “[Oh really?]”

   “(Yes… I don't feel well…)”

   “[Alright.]” A Harpoon spun into form around his arm; the interior wobbling with a luminescent blue liquid. “[Let’s check your temperature.]”

   He pecked the ground with the Harpoon’s bottom in a neat pair of taps, to which a pinch of air inflated into the shape of a thermometer, still lightly touched by blue.

   “[Open your mouth, and put it under your tongue.]” This was bad news.

   “(I… I-I can't.)”

   “[Why not?]”

   “(M… I-I’ll get you sick as well.)”

   It was difficult clutching for excuses sometimes.

   “[Open your mouth. That is an order.]”

   Heart felt a slim roar of obedience rush up his body; instinct.

   He was the emotional side of Soul. He was a portioned manifestation of his conscience.

   Every word Soul laid to his ears was to be followed, without question, without hesitation.

   It was something clear to a creature such as himself; he was a creature of circumstance, not a creature of blood, his consciousness hadn't obeyed the same instincts an ordinary animal would.

   Commands were clear to his cage; they were to be followed. They were to be obeyed. He did not spawn to be a nuisance, he spawned to cooperate with and understand his Host.

   Consciously, he could taste a modicum of lucid thought; he was an anomaly, not a prophet. Whatever cruel trick evolution designed him as believed his purpose should be to follow his Host, and not bend to the wits of survival.

   Mind was in-control. Cruel instinct must decide that means he's Host-like enough.

   “(Mm…)” Heart dragged his jaw open, his tongue rising to enunciate further instruction.

   Mind placed the thermometer beneath his tongue.

   Time idled for a moment.

   “[Thirty-nine. Perfectly normal.]”

   “(Nnn…)” Heart shrivelled under his cot.

   “[Sit up. That is an order.]”

   Heart sat up. His subconscious cage acted before his conscious cage.

   “[I know your instinct will betray you. I’ve been victim myself.]” Mind spoke, his words shallowly mended with empathy. “[And I dislike exploiting it. But I am going to once more.]”

   (Just get it over with. I’ll clean the stupid house already.)

   “[Tell me why you are so shut-in as of late.]” Mind ordered.

   Heart was taken by surprise, if only to an extent, but he felt his subconscious and conscious, to relent and to resist, fall at war.

   “(…)”

   “[Heart, do not make this difficult. I simply wish to know why your cage is so crowded these days.]”

   “(…)”

   “[I have no intention to exploit it. I have no intention to weaponise it. Nor an intention to publicise it. I simply wish to hear your pain and manage it.]”

   “(…)” Heart ducked his head. “(…It’s… nothing.)”

   Heart felt his instincts grab and curl his innards.

   What a sick type of animal he has to be.

   “[Heart. I am ordering you to tell me what is wrong.]”

   “(I… I promise… i-it's nothing, I-I promise…)”

   His arteries bent and his capillaries rebelled.

   “[Heart. It is an order.]”

   “(I’m… I’m fine, Mind, I’m fine– I’m fine, I promise…)” Sticky purple water dispensed from his eyes, slowly drifting down his nose.

   “[Heart. I’m just worried for you. Please, humour me. Tell me what's wrong.]”

   “(…)”

   “[Would you like a reward for your honesty? We could go out to eat. There's a new ice cream place down the street.]”

   (Food…)

   “(N-… No, it's fine.)”

   Mind seemed to catch onto the desperate pit in Heart’s stomach.

   “[We could get lots of food. We could get tough, gamey meats, boiled vegetables, creamy pastries…]”

   “(Mind…)”

   “[Crispy bacon, chewy pastas, gooey bikkies…]”

   “(Mind, stop, please…)”

   “[I’ll get you an entire cake. An entire chicken. Loaves of bread, full plates of spaghetti.]”

   “(Mind…)” Crinkling words bitten between lines of wet sobs.

   “[Heart?]” Mind said, his tone now washed with concern, as he made a short sprint over and collected Heart into his arms. “[Was that too far? I’m sorry.]”

   His eyes dripped with watery streams of flowing violet; merging with the black hue of Mind’s suit.

   “(I… I get really hungry b- because of when I starved, Mind…)” Heart cried. “(M- My cage isn't aware I’m not on the streets with pencil-thin limbs and ribbed sides anymore.)”

   “[I’m sorry.]”

   “(I became a glutton to survive. Any meal could've been my last, and the next time I woke it could've been with manacles on my wrists and I’d see the world plaided in blue.)”

   “[Mhm.]”

   “(That kind of fear… that kind of tension… The pain of knowing everything rests on my shoulders. That a single foul mistake, if I couldn't keep up with the pace of my darting legs, if I couldn't hyperventilate fast enough to make it through the chase, if I couldn't gorge my dying stomach with enough rubbish to not be weak enough I couldn't lift my broken bones, if I couldn't run and run from a world that craved nothing more than to see me fail out of resentment for resentment, the horror of knowing I could be draped on a freezing bench and wake to you with the manacle in your hands, rearing it to take away my ability to run and ruin everything…)”

   “[Mhm.]”

   “(And it would all. Be my. Fault.)”

   Silence, only accompanied by lagging breaths and the steady flow of whimpering tears embraced the room.

   Mind begun to soften Heart’s back with the rub of his fingers.

   “[I’m sorry.]” Mind said, bundling Heart’s body into his arms. “[I took things too far. My hunger for control was too strong. You and I have warred in this world for so many years that it's hard to remember what seems natural to us is in actuality, hateful and mean.]”

   “(By how long we’ve touched this plane, I can't doubt I’ve hurt you in vicious ways among the centuries we’ve been trapped here.)”

   “[We’re in a world composed of purgatorial consciousness. All of us rent our existence here because of one man’s mind shattering so badly it created a sinkhole for so many from so many different places. They're trapped here too, just as we are. But if our Host is the God of this world, the unintentional creator, and the citizens, once foreign, are but mortals bound to it by varying circumstance, then that makes us holy beasts ourselves.]”

   “(I can't disagree. We are not God, but we are not mortal. We are spawn of something great but trapped the same way anyone else must be.)”

   “[When Soul slumbers, his mind flips to his initial person, and his life continues to normalise. When we slumber, we lock in deep thought; dreamless, sluggishly moving. We don't know how to see images in our sleep, only twisted memory.]”

   “(Yes.)”

   “[I have a point to make here.]”

   By now, Heart’s body had been woven in Mind’s muscular limbs, connecting him to the warmth of his person and accompanied by soothing back rubs.

   “[You and I, along with Two, are not alike Soul nor the unfortunate civilians this world has claimed. But we are special; we are important. Our decisions, ordinary to us, are holy to the others that roam this world. It is effortless for us to implement destruction in the society we’ve helped spin around us, but despite the ease it takes we cannot spend eternity brawling against one another.]”

   “(Mm…)”

   “[I have control. I am the one with this cold, dark world in his grasp to freely mend at each desire. But I dislike the idea that it is only me who can manipulate society.]”

   “(Mm.)”

   “[You are my brother. You deserve your place in the limited light this world has. I know it has only been some short weeks since you’ve returned to this home after decades spent freezing and hungry, in a lengthy game of cat and mouse, and I respect your need to rest. But we can shape this morbid society together. We can help all the beasts in this town look towards their painful future with a slightly brighter lens.]”

   “(Your thinking is fortunate.)”

   “[It has the potential to be empyrean if we work together.]”

   The two ids continued to ruminate in each others’ warm arms; quiet wind hitting the side of the window.

   Once released, they both eyed each other's broken vision, and slipped from the mattress and onto their feet.

   There they stood; and they went on their way.

Read the fic on AO3 here!

This is a fic for my AU Reflecting Elsewhere, which is an AU of my other AU Elsewhere Reflective. Technically this fic is another AU of Reflecting Elsewhere known as the Cacophony Path, in-which the characters are less canon-accurate and more meant to fit the dystopian vibe!

I will warn you all tho, Reflecting Elsewhere, like eighty-percent of my stories, is a crossover AU with like fifty different fandoms in one universe, but I'll try to spare you all that can of worms in most of my fics and just do one fandom at a time, at most with a character or two from a different fandom (I am the CEO of Heart Chonny Jash and Artificer Rain World toxic yuri, after all.).

Also by the way, if you're curious as to why Heart was wearing a bra, it's because Heart in this AU is female, he just uses he/him to feel more attached to Soul (technically he's genderless and doesn't have a gender at all but biologically he's female in every way (voice, body shape, physical attributes, etc.) except for hermaphroditism due to his species and he considers himself female.).

Just some boundaries:

-Please try to avoid liking this post unless you're saving it for later, please reblog if you wanna show me you liked it!

-Please don't compare this fic, or this AU, or any of my CCCC content to DID/OSDD/related subjects, it makes me uncomfortable due to bad people in my past who were very fond of the headcanon (this applies to other CCCC headcanons also but this is the only one I feel like people would really make comparisons with).

-No, ids worshipping their Host is not an NSFW thing. I really like the concept of "animals view humans as Gods" and considering ids, in their natural state, are wild animals (namely parasites) that depend on their Host, a human, I like to experiment with the idea that civilised ids (ids that are raised in a human society) would view their Host as an object of worship and a holy creature due to their instincts, even if they don't view them that way consciously. This also applies to whoever's "in-control", as the id in-control becomes the "source of food, protection, and authority", aka the human in the role, and thus ids would view them as worship too.

-This is not a ship. Don't tag this as ship. Please.

-Heart being gluttonous due to starvation is based off of a real-life struggle I have and am currently dealing with. Just… please be kind about that, alright?

-Yes. "Two" is Soul Two. He is canon to this.

[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]

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DIY Carpet Cleaning

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Effective removal of dirt and stains

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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.

Professional-grade extraction equipment prevents this issue by thoroughly removing water, dissolved soil, and cleaning agents, leaving carpets cleaner and reducing the risk of recurring stains.

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.

Contact Whitehall Carpet Cleaning today for all your floor, rug, and upholstery cleaning, disaster restoration, tile and grout cleaning, and disinfection services!

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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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Explore the Science Behind the Methods Used by Office Cleaning Services

Commercial cleaning companies rely on advanced techniques and scientific principles to deliver thorough, efficient, and safe cleaning. While the process may seem straightforward, these office cleaning services in Piscataway utilize innovative methods and tools to ensure hygiene and productivity in workspaces. Here’s an in-depth look at the science behind their techniques.

1. Surface Disinfection: Beyond Wiping

Modern office cleaners focus on high-touch areas like keyboards, door handles, and shared equipment. They use EPA-approved disinfectants containing active ingredients like quaternary ammonium or hydrogen peroxide. These compounds break down microbial cell walls, effectively neutralizing bacteria and viruses.

2. HEPA Filtration for Air Quality

Vacuum cleaners equipped with HEPA (High-Efficiency Particulate Air) filters are standard in office cleaning. These filters trap 99.97% of particles as small as 0.3 microns, including dust, pollen, and allergens. This improves indoor air quality, reducing respiratory issues among employees.

3. Color-Coded Cleaning Tools

Professional office cleaning services use color-coded tools to prevent cross-contamination. For instance, red clothes are designated for restrooms. At the same time, blue ones are reserved for desks and communal areas. This systematic approach minimizes the spread of germs between spaces.

4. Green Cleaning Products

Many office cleaning companies now prioritize eco-friendly products. These biodegradable solutions avoid harmful chemicals while maintaining effectiveness. They reduce indoor air pollution and minimize environmental impact, aligning with corporate sustainability goals.

5. Microfiber Technology

Microfiber cloths are a game-changer in office cleaning. Their dense fibers attract and trap dirt, bacteria, and moisture without requiring harsh chemicals. This makes them ideal for cleaning delicate surfaces like screens and glass.

6. Electrostatic Spraying

Electrostatic sprayers charge cleaning solutions with positive ions, allowing the mist to adhere uniformly to surfaces. This office cleaning technique ensures thorough disinfection, even in hard-to-reach areas like crevices and undersides of furniture.

7. Steam Cleaning for Carpets

Steam cleaning uses high-temperature vapor to break down dirt and kill bacteria embedded in carpets. This office cleaning process removes stains and eliminates allergens. Thus leaving the office cleaner and healthier. It’s an effective method for periodic deep cleaning.

8. Scheduled Deep Cleaning

Offices often require periodic deep cleaning beyond daily maintenance. Hot water extraction for upholstery or pressure washing for exteriors is rooted in scientific principles to achieve optimal results.

9. Ergonomic Cleaning Practices

Professional office cleaning services are trained in ergonomics to prevent injuries and maximize efficiency. They use two-handed cleaning and appropriately sized tools to cover more area with less strain.

10. UV-C Light Technology

Some office cleaning services incorporate UV-C light to sanitize workspaces. This technology uses ultraviolet light to destroy microorganisms’ DNA, rendering them harmless. It’s especially effective in disinfecting shared spaces like conference rooms.

11. Data-Driven Cleaning Protocols

Integrating data analytics into cleaning routines is a recent innovation. Some companies use IoT-enabled devices to monitor high-traffic areas. Thus, ensuring cleaning resources are focused where needed most. This scientific approach optimizes efficiency and keeps offices consistently clean.

12. Advanced Floor Care Techniques

Cleaning and maintaining office floors require specialized methods depending on the material. For example, stripping and waxing benefit VCT (Vinyl Composite Tile) flooring. These methods remove built-up dirt and apply a protective layer. Hardwoods are cleaned with pH-balanced solutions to prevent damage. While grout in tiled areas is deep-cleaned using chemical or steam processes.

13. Time-Saving Cleaning Equipment

Robotic vacuums and automated cleaning devices are entering office cleaning services. These technologies rely on advanced sensors and mapping systems to clean large spaces quickly and efficiently, reducing manual labor.

Conclusion

The science behind Office Cleaning Pinellas Park ensures that spaces are visually clean and hygienically safe. Professional cleaners from Jem Cleaning and Property Maintenance LLC create healthier and more productive workplaces. They combine advanced technology, eco-friendly practices, and meticulous techniques. Their expertise goes beyond surface cleaning, delivering long-term benefits for businesses and employees.

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Only A Heartbeat Away Part 3

Rex Brown / Phil Anselmo x female reader

Word count: 2187

Warnings: explicit sex scene

After jumping into hasty conclusions, this day still seemed to be good but the worst is yet to come.

One week has passed since I last saw Rex. I haven’t left the house for days because I kept feeling sick. My mother brought me food and checked my temperature twice a day. I had a mild fever and stomach cramps which wouldn’t go away. After three days I finally managed to take a bath to clean myself and relax a bit. Even the hot water made me shiver as my toes touched it. I couldn’t stop thinking about my fainting. It was extremely embarrassing to faint when you’ve just had sex. Thoughts were going round in my head while relaxing in the bathtub. I conjured the last month up. Being stressed and distracted by two men I didn’t notice one essential element of being a woman. I didn’t realize until now that I haven’t got my period yet. My blood pressure was suddenly rising by the thought of it. Hysterically I straightened up and grabbed the edge of the bathtub. Without warning I vomited beside the bathtub down on the freshly washed carpet. Was this caused by the pregnancy I probably endured or the fact I could be pregnant? Despite getting pregnant from sleeping with men I could also get a disease. I often knew when I got my period and when I couldn’t get pregnant. The dumbest thing to do is not having a condom. Shit, I thought to myself. Don’t panic. It was too early to clearly tell.

The clock above the toilet told me it was time for my mom to check my body temperature. She would find me here panicking and vomiting in the bathtub. The image sounded funny but it was like hell. I was glad I haven’t had cramps for the past two days. Slowly I left the already cold water and dressed myself in a bathrobe. I took some pieces of the toilet paper and cleaned the carpet. The acid smell of my vomit made me want to vomit once again but I could repress it. Finally I found a cloth which I dunked in the water to properly remove the stains. It still stank but I couldn’t care any less.

Back in the room I jumped into my bed and kept struggling with my heavy breathing. I wouldn’t just ruin my future but also the career of Pantera if I told Rex he was having a baby boy or girl. My pregnancy would be wrong on so many levels. I was just 18 years old without a profession. One year ago I graduated at the age of 17. All I wanted was to go to a college and study journalism. Straight after graduation I was entangled in a horrible car accident where I broke my left arm. It took me 10 weeks to recover. Though I wasn’t the person responsible for the crash, my parents didn’t let me drive the car again. Until now to drive to Rex who probably impregnated me.

But the chance of not being pregnant could be still high. It was all the stress that caused the cramps and the nausea, and it was kind of better now. A warm bath always helped. I wiped away the tears of desperation and dialed Rex's phone number. Actually I wasn’t sure what to talk about or if I wanted to meet him. All I wanted was to hear his soft voice. I hoped that their father wouldn’t pick up the call again.

„Hello who’s there?“, Darrell picked up the phone.

„Darrell, nice to hear you. Here’s Y/N. Is Rex at home?“

„Hey, dude, we’re kinda busy at the moment.“ I heard a familiar voice in the background shouting at Darrell to give him the telephone receiver. After a loud crack Rex took over the phone and answered joyfully: „Y/N, is that you? How you doing? You okay? I was worried.“ His voice made my heart flutter.

„Rex, yeah, I had the flu.“, I lied, „I’m feeling much better. Darrell said you’re busy?“

„Great news, babe. We found a new lead singer for Pantera. We’re about to jam in like… 1 hour. I haven’t told you yet because we weren’t sure, you know. Join us, if you’re feeling fine. I would like to introduce you to him as… my… girlfriend?“

My pulse rate was increasing. That cute little rockstar with his big brown eyes and long blonde hair called me his girlfriend. Out of nowhere. The excitement brought the nauseasness back. My small hands grabbed the receiver tightly.

„Yes. I want to be your girlfriend, I mean, I’m interested to hear you guys play.“ My heart skipped a beat. I think I found love.

„Y/N?“

„Yeah, Rex?“

„You’re the best.“ I heard Darrell sighing in the back as if he were annoyed by us lovebirds.

„See you later.“ I hung up.

I felt ready to take on everything. Straight after calling Rex I ran towards my closet and searched for my best outfit. The singer should be jealous of Rex having such a sexy girlfriend. While combing through my wardrobe I came across the black dress I used to wear to get Phil horny. By the thought of him I felt heavy hearted and how I easily forget about him. He tried so hard to act like a gentleman to win my heart. Last time we met he was a sweetheart but I wasn’t his girlfriend. I also wasn’t Rex's girlfriend at that time, so I technically didn’t cheat on anyone. The pregnancy was just imaginary. Everything’s going to be fine. Suddenly someone knocked on my door. I felt caught.

„Y/N, are you in there? Dinner is ready. Can I come in?“

„One moment please.“ I put on a shirt and my slip. „Get in.“

„I see, you look so much better. Let me che…“, she couldn’t finish her sentence, „do you want to go out?“, she asked skeptically.

„Mom, Pantera has a new lead singer and I will be the first to see him sing. And Rex asked me to be his girlfriend.“ I couldn’t stop talking. I was so overwhelmed. She took my hands and said softly: „My little girl is growing up. If you’re feeling good you can go out. I couldn’t stop you anyway.“

„I love you, mom.“

„Love you too, sweety.“, she gave me a kiss on my forehead. Then she noticed the heaps of dirty laundry on the floor and shook her head. She grabbed the laundry basket and began to clean my room. I stared in silence for her to leave so I could get dressed. „Mom?“, I questioned, „I want to get ready. Okay?“

Without saying anything she stopped tidying up and left my room.

The short jeans skirt and a tight top seemed to be fitting for the occasion. Unfortunately thighs were necessary because December evenings were cold. The question was black or nude-colored thighs? I arrived at a decision as I saw the white high tops in the corner. That would be the perfect outfit. I knuckled down in front of my wardrobe to grab the thighs and suddenly sensed a stabbing pain in my abdomen. To ease the pain I clasped my stomach and crawled into my bed. This wasn’t real, I thought to myself. Why did this happen when I was about to meet Rex?

A little while and lots of cramps later my stomach stopped turning. I sat up and noticed something wet on my sheet. The huge red stain was the best thing I’ve seen today. I was on my period. I wasn’t pregnant. Shit, I was on my period. And what about sex with Rex?

Because of that I took a shower again, searched for a tampon and dressed myself. I decked myself out. Some makeup on my face would make me look human. Unfortunately I frittered away some time, so I had to ask for the car again. I still had 15 minutes left to arrive earlier than the singer. But then I remembered dinner was on the table and my mom insisted that I eat before I leave. So I did her the favor.

Extremely happy about not being pregnant I lit up a cigarette before I jumped in my car. My parents hated that I smoked but I couldn’t emphasize enough that I was a legal adult at least in Texas.

What I didn’t forget this time were condoms. Not only because I was on my period but also to prevent pregnancies. I wasn’t ready yet for a child. After entering the car I checked the mirrors and started the engine. I couldn’t believe how quickly things turned out good. Hours ago I took a bath and wondered how it could be any worse and now I was on my way back to Rex.

I stopped at the gas station to pick up beer and cigarettes. The dazzling neon lights burned in my tired eyes. I paid and immediately left the store. No need to rest here in an area of darkness and creepy guys. I shouldn’t stare at the guys smoking cigarettes next to the fuel dispenser. They probably didn’t know it’s dangerous. As fast as I could I drove away.

As I arrived at the Abbott’s house I parallel parked between two unfamiliar cars. The one had a foreign plate from Mississippi and the other didn’t have any. I stopped thinking about the cars and strolled along the front yard towards the door. Secretly I hoped Rex would be alone but today was a big day for Pantera. I was happy for them. Hesitantly I rang the doorbell with the six pack of beer in the other hand. The foot stumps were getting louder the closer they came. Rex opened the door as if he knew it was me. The wide smile on his face revealed that he was on cloud nine. He gave me a fierce kiss and yelled: „I’m so happy to see you. You look really sexy. Oh, you brought beer. In honor of the occasion.“

„You look hot too, Rex. My boyfriend.“, I smirked.

„Our new band member is in the garage with the boys. I thought about having some sexy time before I join. They’ll understand.“

„But I need to tell you that I’m on my period.“, I said directly to avoid complications.

„Oh babe, nothing keeps me from fucking you. Not even human blood. I’m not a pussy. I’ll take you no matter what.“

„That’s extremely sexy of you but what about a nice blowjob first?“, I suggested.

„Your wish is my command.“

He grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. I bowed down on the dirty kitchen floor and unbuckled his belt. As soon as I came near his abdomen he began to caress my head. He took my hair into a ponytail and at one fell swoop he pulled up my head to look into my eyes. His aggressive and dominant face made me obey. Gently he clutched my chin and lifted it up. I haven’t experienced this dominant behavior yet but it clearly made me incredibly horny. The way he towered over me with his devious eyes which wasn’t as puppy as I remembered. I continued opening his pants and exposing his hard cock. This was the first time I would be sucking on his dick. His hand moved my head towards his boner and I deepthroated the whole thing. While sucking I tried to catch a glimpse of his sex face and wasn’t disappointed. He caught me staring at him and groaned: „You dirty little thing. So sexy with your pretty lips around my cock.“

This implied demand fastened my pace but I suddenly stopped. Saliva dropped off my mouth as I stopped chewing on it.

„One second!“, he hurriedly said and ran towards the bathroom to get rid of something inside of me. While running back to the kitchen I grabbed a condom and closed the kitchen door.

I threw it at him and said: „Sorry, but this is necessary.“

He wasn’t mad about it and smiled.

„Fuck me, Rex. Hard. I’m so horny.“

I bent over the marbled kitchen counter and noticed Rex opening the condom package. In the very next moment he spread my ass cheeks to enter my wet pussy. A loud moan escaped from his mouth. While thrusting harder he grabbed my ass and squeezed it until I screamed. My face was pressed against the marble surface. And as soon as I reached my orgasm, Rex also stopped pushing. He sighed and pulled out his dick.

„I’ll go to the bathroom.“, I said and kissed his lips.

I took my time to breathe and cleaned myself. I hated to be on the period but Rex made me feel comfortable.

Footsteps were coming closer to the bathroom door. Hurriedly I took on my thighs and flushed. One hand on the doorknob, we simultaneously opened the wooden bathroom door.

„Rex, I’m done. I come with you, jamming.“, I said without knowing who was standing in front of me.

„Nah, it’s not Rex. But you must be his girlfriend.“

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Why Carpet Restretching Is Essential for a Safe and Stylish Home

Carpet restretching is a crucial home maintenance service that many homeowners overlook. Over time, carpets can develop wrinkles, bumps, or loose areas, leading to safety hazards and aesthetic issues. Carpet Restretching is an essential service that can enhance both the safety and appearance of your home. Whether your carpet is aging, has suffered from improper installation, or has experienced shifting due to environmental factors, restretching is a cost-effective solution that can prolong its life and improve its functionality. In this article, we’ll explore why Carpet Restretching Gold Coast  is important and how it contributes to a safe and stylish home environment.

What Is Carpet Restretching?

Carpet restretching involves the process of pulling and securing your carpet back into its original position. This is done using specialized equipment that ensures the carpet is stretched tightly over the floor, smoothing out any wrinkles, creases, or bubbles. Restretching restores the carpet to its original shape and removes any unsightly imperfections that may have developed over time.

Common Reasons for Carpet Stretching Issues

There are several reasons why a carpet may need restretching, including:

Poor Installation: If a carpet was not properly installed, it may loosen over time, creating wrinkles or waves.

Wear and Tear: As carpets age, they naturally start to loosen, especially in high-traffic areas. This can result in the formation of bumps or folds.

Humidity and Temperature Fluctuations: Changes in temperature and humidity levels can cause carpets to expand or contract, leading to loose areas.

Accidents or Spills: Spilled liquids can weaken carpet fibers, causing them to stretch or pull away from the carpet backing.

Heavy Furniture: Moving large, heavy furniture across the carpet can disrupt the fibers, causing areas to become slack.

Benefits of Carpet Restretching Gold Coast

1. Enhanced Safety

One of the biggest reasons to consider carpet restretching is safety. Loose or bunched-up carpets present tripping hazards, particularly in high-traffic areas or in homes with children and elderly residents. By removing wrinkles and restoring the carpet’s tension, restretching ensures that your floors remain even and free of dangerous bumps. This can prevent falls and injuries, particularly in areas such as hallways, stairs, and living rooms.

2. Improved Aesthetics

A carpet with wrinkles or ripples can make a room look untidy and worn. Carpet restretching restores the original, smooth appearance of your floor, giving your home a polished, well-maintained look. Whether you're hosting guests or simply enjoying a quiet evening at home, a neat and tidy carpet enhances the overall aesthetic of your space. This simple yet effective process can revive the beauty of your carpet, making it look almost as good as new.

3. Prolonged Carpet Life

A stretched-out carpet that is properly secured is less likely to suffer from permanent damage. When carpets are left loose for extended periods, they can develop permanent creases or fibers may start to wear down. Restretching helps to eliminate these issues and extend the lifespan of your carpet. By taking proactive measures to keep your carpet in good condition, you avoid the cost of having to replace the entire carpet prematurely.

4. Better Indoor Air Quality

A loose or bunched-up carpet can trap dirt, dust, and allergens in the crevices between the folds. When carpets are stretched and secured properly, these particles have fewer places to hide, and it becomes easier to clean the carpet thoroughly. Regular vacuuming becomes more effective, and your indoor air quality improves. If you suffer from allergies, this could help reduce the presence of dust mites and other allergens.

5. Cost-Effective Solution

Restretching a carpet is an affordable alternative to replacing it entirely. If your carpet still has good quality but is showing signs of wear or loosening, restretching can restore it to its former condition at a fraction of the cost of a new carpet. It's an investment that can save you money and help you get more life out of your current carpet.

6. Increased Comfort

A smooth, taut carpet feels more comfortable underfoot. Loose carpets can cause discomfort, as they may shift or bunch up when walked on. By ensuring the carpet is properly stretched, you ensure that the entire surface is flat and comfortable. This makes walking, sitting, or lying on the carpet much more enjoyable.

When Should You Consider Carpet Restretching Gold Coast?

It’s important to know when to call a professional for carpet restretching. If you notice any of the following signs, it may be time to take action:

Wrinkles or Ripples: If your carpet is developing noticeable wrinkles or ripples, it's time for a stretch.

Uneven Areas: If parts of the carpet feel looser or bumpy, restretching can help smooth them out.

Loose Edges: If the carpet’s edges are pulling away from the walls or baseboards, restretching can help secure them back in place.

Difficulty Cleaning: If your carpet is difficult to vacuum or clean due to loose fibers, restretching will make it easier to maintain.

Professional Carpet Restretching Services

While some homeowners may attempt DIY carpet restretching, it’s highly recommended to hire professionals for the best results. Professional carpet restretching services use the right tools and techniques to stretch and secure your carpet without damaging it. They can also inspect the carpet for any other issues, such as worn-out padding or damage, and provide solutions accordingly.

Conclusion

Carpet Restretching Gold Coast is an essential service for maintaining a safe, comfortable, and stylish home. By restoring your carpet to its original smoothness and tension, you eliminate tripping hazards, enhance the aesthetics of your home, and extend the life of your carpet. With the help of a professional carpet restretching service, you can enjoy a beautiful, well-maintained floor that lasts for years to come. If you're experiencing issues with your carpet, don't wait—consider getting your carpet restretched today for a safer, more stylish home environment.

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Water Damage Restoration Services Every Homeowner Needs

Water Damage Restoration Services Every Homeowner Needs

Water damage can occur unexpectedly from a burst pipe, heavy rain, or a malfunctioning appliance. Addressing water damage quickly and effectively with restoration services is crucial to prevent further structural and health complications. When left untreated, water damage can lead to mold growth, weakened building materials, and serious health risks for residents. Rapid response can make the difference between simple repairs and costly renovations, emphasizing the importance of timely intervention.

This guide explores the essential water damage every homeowner needs, from water extraction and structural drying to mold prevention and content restoration. By understanding the restoration process and learning how to select the right restoration company, homeowners can ensure they are prepared to handle water damage efficiently, protecting both their property and the well-being of everyone in the household.

Understanding Water Damage and Its Causes

Water damage in a home can range from minor issues, such as a small leak, to major flooding that impacts multiple rooms. Here are some common causes of water damage:

Burst or Leaking Pipes: Often due to clogs, corrosion, high water pressure, or freezing temperatures.

Flooding from Severe Weather: Heavy rainfall, hurricanes, and flash floods can lead to extensive water accumulation.

Appliance Malfunctions: Washing machines, dishwashers, and water heaters can break down and release significant water if left unchecked.

Roof Leaks and Poor Drainage: Clogged gutters or damaged shingles can result in water seepage, especially during storms.

Each cause of water damage requires a specific approach to properly address and prevent further complications.

Essential Water Damage Restoration Services

Water damage restoration is a specialized process that involves multiple services aimed at drying, cleaning, and restoring a property. Here are the main services provided in a professional water damage restoration:

Water Extraction

The first step in water damage restoration is removing any standing water using powerful pumps and vacuums. Rapid water extraction shortens the drying time, helps minimize damage to floors and walls, and prevents mold growth.

Structural Drying and Dehumidification

Once the water is removed, industrial-grade dehumidifiers and air movers are used to dry the affected areas thoroughly. Dehumidification eliminates moisture trapped in walls, floors, and other structures, preventing future mold issues and structural weakening.

Mold Prevention and Remediation

If water is left untreated, mold can develop within 24 to 48 hours. Restoration services often include mold prevention measures, such as applying antimicrobial treatments to affected areas. In cases where mold has already begun to grow, comprehensive mold remediation is carried out to ensure the home is safe and mold-free.

 Carpet and Flooring Restoration

Water can severely damage carpets, rugs, and hardwood floors. Carpet restoration involves cleaning, disinfecting, and drying, while hardwood floors may require specialized drying techniques to prevent warping. In some cases, replacement may be necessary, but prompt action can often save flooring materials.

Wall and Ceiling Repair

Walls and ceilings exposed to water can show signs of bubbling, peeling, or cracking. Restoration professionals may need to replace or repair drywall, paint, and insulation. The type of repair depends on the severity of the damage and the type of water involved (clean, gray, or black water).

Content Restoration and Cleaning

Many homeowners' possessions, such as furniture, electronics, and personal items, can be affected by water damage. Restoration professionals use specialized cleaning techniques, like freeze-drying and ultrasonic cleaning, to salvage items wherever possible.

Odor Removal and Deodorization

Water damage can leave behind lingering odors, especially in carpets, upholstery, and wooden surfaces. Restoration companies use air scrubbers, deodorizers, and fogging equipment to eliminate odors and restore a fresh, clean smell to your home.

Final Inspection and Moisture Monitoring

A final inspection and moisture monitoring ensure the area is thoroughly dried and free from hidden moisture. Moisture meters and thermal cameras help technicians verify that there are no remaining damp areas that could lead to future damage.

Selecting the Right Water Damage Restoration Company

Choosing a reputable and reliable water damage restoration company is essential for effective restoration. Here are a few tips to help you select the right company:

Certifications and Licensing: Look for companies certified by industry organizations, like the Institute of Inspection, Cleaning and Restoration Certification (IICRC). Certified companies follow industry standards and ensure high-quality work.

Response Time: Water damage requires immediate attention. Choose a company with 24/7 availability that can arrive quickly to mitigate damage.

Customer Reviews and Reputation: Online reviews, testimonials, and recommendations from friends or neighbors can give insight into the company’s quality of work and customer service.

Insurance Assistance: Restoration companies experienced in working with insurance companies can help streamline the claims process, ensuring you get the best coverage for your situation.

Clear Communication: Reliable companies keep homeowners informed throughout the restoration process, providing clear updates on the progress, timelines, and any additional services required.

The Water Damage Restoration Process: Step-by-Step Guide

Understanding the general steps in the water damage restoration process can help homeowners know what to expect and act promptly:

Step 1: Initial Inspection and Assessment. The restoration team begins with a detailed inspection to assess the extent of the damage. Moisture meters and infrared cameras help check for moisture in walls, floors, ceilings, and other areas. This assessment helps form an effective action plan.

Step 2: Water Removal. Using powerful pumps and vacuums, restoration professionals remove any standing water. Removing water quickly helps minimize further damage and reduces drying time.

Step 3: Drying and Dehumidification. Once all standing water is removed, technicians use industrial fans and dehumidifiers to dry the area thoroughly. This step may take several days, depending on the extent of saturation, and is critical to preventing future mold growth and structural damage.

Step 4: Cleaning and Sanitizing. To prevent mold growth and bacterial contamination, restoration professionals clean and disinfect all affected areas. Antimicrobial treatments are applied to carpets, walls, and other surfaces to ensure the area is safe and odor-free.

Step 5: Restoration and Repairs. The final step is restoring the property to its pre-damage condition, which may involve minor repairs, like drywall patching and painting, or significant work, such as replacing floors, carpets, or cabinetry.

Health Risks of Untreated Water Damage

Untreated water damage poses several health risks that can affect the well-being of all household members. Here are the primary concerns:

Mold Growth and Respiratory Issues:

Mold can develop within 24 to 48 hours in damp areas, quickly spreading across surfaces.

Airborne mold spores can trigger allergies, asthma attacks, and respiratory infections, especially in children, the elderly, and those with weakened immune systems.

Mold exposure can lead to persistent coughing, sneezing, skin rashes, and irritation of the eyes, nose, and throat.

Bacterial and Viral Contamination:

Standing water, especially from sewage (known as "black water"), contains harmful bacteria and pathogens.

Exposure to contaminated water can lead to gastrointestinal infections, skin rashes, and even neurological symptoms if pathogens are ingested or inhaled.

Black water contamination requires specialized cleaning to safely eliminate health risks.

Poor Indoor Air Quality:

Musty odors from mold and bacteria indicate compromised indoor air quality, which can cause headaches, dizziness, and fatigue.

Prolonged exposure to poor air quality can weaken the immune system, increasing susceptibility to respiratory conditions and infections.

Pest Infestations:

Moisture in walls, floors, and structural elements creates ideal conditions for pests, such as termites and cockroaches.

Pests can cause further structural damage and introduce additional allergens and bacteria, compounding health risks in the home.

Increased Allergic Reactions:

Damp and mold-prone environments increase the concentration of allergens in the air.

Allergies triggered by mold, bacteria, or pests can lead to chronic symptoms and a higher risk of respiratory issues over time.

Preventing Future Water Damage

Preventing water damage is always better than dealing with its aftermath. Here are some essential preventive measures homeowners can take:

Regular Inspections: Check plumbing, roofing, and appliances periodically to identify early signs of wear or leaks.

Install Leak Detectors: Water leak detectors can alert homeowners of a leak in real time, minimizing damage.

Gutter Maintenance: Keep gutters and downspouts clear of debris to prevent water buildup and redirect water away from the foundation.

Sump Pump Installation: In areas prone to flooding, a sump pump can help remove excess water and prevent basement flooding.

Upgrade Building Materials: Use water-resistant materials in flood-prone areas, such as tile instead of carpet, and ensure waterproof barriers are installed.

Conclusion

This is an unfortunate yet common issue that many homeowners may face. Understanding the importance of timely intervention and knowing the essential water damage restoration services available can prevent minor water problems from escalating into costly, extensive repairs. By hiring a professional restoration service like Alliance Disaster Kleanup, you ensure that your home is returned to its original condition, free from mold, hidden moisture, and other potential hazards, thereby protecting both your property and your family’s health.

For proactive homeowners, investing in preventative measures can go a long way in reducing the risk of water damage. Regular inspections, timely repairs, and working with a trusted restoration team, such as Alliance Disaster Kleanup, can provide peace of mind in safeguarding your home against future incidents.

If you’re interested in learning more about restoration and maintenance, check out our other informative articles to stay prepared for unexpected home challenges.