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[droil]

i took the flow restrictor off my showerhead and i now have ultimate power but i will not rest until i can bathe by being sliced apart by a wall of waterjet cutters

[vootclean]

Transforming Facilities: The Power of Industrial Steam Cleaners

When it comes to maintaining clean and safe facilities, industrial environments often present unique challenges. Whether you're in a manufacturing plant, food processing facility, or a hospital, cleanliness is a priority. To meet these challenges head-on, hot water steam cleaners designed for industrial use have become game-changers. In this blog post, we'll explore the transformative power of hot water steam cleaners in industrial settings.

Understanding Hot Water Steam Cleaners for Industrial Use

Hot water steam cleaners for industrial applications are specially designed cleaning machines that utilize the power of high-temperature steam to clean and sanitize various surfaces. These machines are versatile and capable of tackling a wide range of cleaning tasks in industrial facilities. Let's delve into how they work and why they are so effective.

The Science behind Hot Water Steam Cleaners

Hot water steam cleaners produce steam by heating water to high temperatures, typically above 200°F (93°C). This superheated steam is then applied to surfaces through a nozzle or wand, where it loosens and dissolves dirt, grease, and grime. The combination of high temperature and pressure not only cleans surfaces effectively but also sanitizes them, eliminating bacteria and germs.

Key Benefits of Hot Water Steam Cleaners in Industrial Settings

Superior Cleaning Power: Hot water steam cleaners are incredibly effective at removing stubborn stains, grease, and grime, making them essential tools for industrial environments.

Eco-Friendly: They use only water and heat, eliminating the need for harsh chemicals. This not only reduces environmental impact but also minimizes chemical exposure to workers.

Disinfection and Sanitization: The high-temperature steam effectively kills bacteria, viruses, and other pathogens, ensuring a clean and hygienic environment.

Versatility: These machines can be used on various surfaces, including concrete floors, tiles, machinery, and even industrial kitchen equipment.

Time and Cost Savings: Hot water steam cleaners simplify and speed up the cleaning process, reducing labor costs and downtime.

Extended Equipment Life: Regular steam cleaning can help extend the life of industrial equipment by preventing the buildup of dirt and grime that can lead to wear and tear.

Applications of Hot Water Steam Cleaners in Industrial Facilities

Manufacturing Plants: Steam cleaners are used to clean machinery, tools, and production areas, ensuring a safe and efficient working environment.

Food Processing Facilities: Steam cleaners are crucial for maintaining cleanliness and hygiene in food processing areas, effectively eliminating bacteria and pathogens.

Healthcare Facilities: These machines are used to clean and sanitize patient rooms, operating theaters, and medical equipment, reducing the risk of infections.

Automotive Garages: Steam cleaners effectively remove oil, grease, and dirt from car engines, parts, and workshop floors.

Warehouses: They help keep warehouse floors clean and free of debris, improving overall safety.

Conclusion

Hot water steam cleaners for industrial use have truly transformed the way facilities are maintained and cleaned. Their powerful cleaning and sanitization capabilities, along with their eco-friendly nature, make them an indispensable tool in various industrial settings. By harnessing the power of high-temperature steam, industrial facilities can achieve higher standards of cleanliness, efficiency, and safety, ultimately improving the overall quality of their operations.

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[feelgoodinct]

nsfw, mdni.

simon becomes an absolute dog when he sees you in his shirt.

cw: possessive simon, sex on carpet (ouch), unprotected p in v, creampie, size kink (?).

simon is a good roommate. he’s organized, clean, pays rent on time, and minds his own space. the only thing is—roommate is hot. stupidly hot. you know he doesn’t have a girlfriend and he’s never once brought back a girl let alone mentioned one. you figured your little crush on him would pass like all the other (it does not). you start dropping hints that you find him attractive. like wearing your tightest tops, brushing your ass against him while reaching for a cup, even leaving one of your lacy thongs to mix in with his laundry. he never bites the bait. you start to think that maybe he just doesn’t find you attractive or even worse he finds you creepy. so you tuck your schoolgirl crush away into the cavity of your chest.

you close the washer with your hip, cradling your laundry basket back to your room. you hear the familiar turn of your front door lock letting you know simon is home from his morning gym session.

you pad into the living room to ask simon if he needed any clothes washed. simons back is turned from you when he begins to slip off his trainers, dropping his gym at the foot of the door.

“need any clothes washed? i’m starting a load up right now.” you ask eyeing the movement of back muscle underneath his compression shirt.

he finally turns to you and starts to respond “nah don’t think-“ before he snaps his mouth shut when he sees what you’re wearing. “that mine?” his voice gruff, it’s his army issued shirt that is long enough to cover your shorts. a deep green color that frays at the hem and has his last name in bold at the back of it. you notice he’s staring at the worn fabric waiting for an answer.

you look down, “oh yeah. sorry was doing laundry found this in hamper. my clothes are in the wash. hope that’s okay?” you sound apologetic like you just did something unforgivable. jesus christ what were you thinking wearing his shirt without asking. you shift trying to ease your embarrassment.

he’s on you in three short strides. making a noise between a growl and snarl. you don’t know how or when you both ended up on the living room floor. frankly, it’s the last thing on your fucking mind now that you’re on your knees cheek pressing into the shag carpet. you can feel the heat of his stare between your legs. you get a glimpse of your shorts and panties strewn across the floor leaving you in his shirt. you wait with bated breath for him to touch you. you wiggle your hips in a silent plead to get him to do something, anything…everything.

he gives the flesh of your ass a heavy smack that has you clenching around nothing. “be good now.” is all you hear before the sting leaves an angry red mark that you know is gonna leave you wincing for the next week. simon smooths a hand over the back of your (his) shirt making a noise in the back of his throat.

you hear shuffling behind you before you feel the head of him catch on to your opening making your mouth gape like a fish out of water. he groans at the contact, kneading the fat of your hips, before he presses in painfully slow with a hiss. you whimper into the carpet, fists balling, feeling hot all over. your cunt pulses trying to make room for him inside your womb.

“i know. i know, pretty girl. almost there.” simon bites back a hiss when you clench at his words. you think you might die like this. laid out on ugly apartment carpet trying to take simon’s cock. you could cry with relief when you feel simon’s balls meet your clit letting you know he’s all the way in. simon lets out a guttural sound bordering on animalistic at the sight of you speared open on his cock, last name across your back, absolutely crying for it.

he fists the bottom of the shirt to keep you still and eases his hips back just to sink back in slowly. the pressure in your navel hurts so good it’s starting to make you dizzy. simon sets a pace that has you trying to cant your hips back to meet his thrusts. he lays a heavy palm in the middle of your back, just under the boldened ‘RILEY’, keeping you pinned giving you no choice but to take what he gives you.

“prettiest fuckin girl i ever seen. gonna give this cunt the proper treatment she deserves, yeah?” he bends his left leg, somehow sliding in deeper. there’s no doubt that you can feel him in your lungs. “s’deep simon.” you slur, reaching a hand back to weakly press against his stomach. he chuckles at the act taking both wrists into one of his hands pressing them at the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch. you sob at the change in angle. your nipples being rubbed raw by the friction of his thrusts.

“needed this real bad, huh? don’t worry baby. i’ll make sure you don’t go without it again. wearing those tiny tops think i didn’t notice.” his voice rough and deep behind you. “uh huh.” you reply without a second thought, you don’t even care that you’ve been drooling into the carpet or that you’ve been caught. simon gives a deep chuckle at how pliant you’ve become just from some good dick.

he knows your close by the increasing volume of your sounds. he never lets up his pace determined to give you his all. “where?” he asks in a quick breathe. you take a few seconds to register his words. “huh?” you manage to squeak out. “where do you want me, pretty thing?” he says in an almost pained voice. the gears turn in your head before you speak up “inside. want it inside. m’clean. pill.” resorting to short clipped words. you beg, as if you have to, simon thinks.

your orgasm comes hard and fast leaving you sobbing out garbled version of please and simon. simon is not far behind burying himself as deep as your bodies will allow and comes inside with a pinched “oh fuck.” he pulls out with a pop and watches his spend leak down your slit leaving a small puddle on the floor that he knows he’ll have to scrub out later.

simon pats your backside affectionately. “don’t think we’ll be doing any laundry today” he says with a grin that make you giggle. “yeah, don’t think so.”

[industryupdate]

Global Pandemic Fuelled the Usage of Pressure Washers

A pressure washer is not as complex as it sounds. It is a simple water pump equipped with an electric motor. The water is taken through the faucet to the washer. The pump accelerates the water at high pressure and then squirts it from the hose at a speed through a trigger gun. Get the sample pages of this report: https://bit.ly/3xc3iXb Water Inlet: It is a hose that connects the main water…

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

My headcanon is that the average body temperature of cybertronians isn’t necessarily extremely cold or extremely hot. Their spark (+ engine if they have one? I have no idea, entirely different can of worms) and therefore their chests & maybe heads would be very warm, but limbs would get colder very quickly the farther they are from that core. In comparison, a human’s body temp is far more uniformly distributed.

I imagine they usually recycle at least some of their excess body heat into energy similar to the way some cars charge their batteries while braking, but when they’re generating too much heat or when they don’t need it (maybe the environment is already hot, they’re doing a lot of activity or they are trying to recharge) they’ll just vent it out using cooling fans. Depending on the season, this might be great for a human trying to sleep beside them or really annoying.

I would guess that heat bothers them more than cold (Starscream being an outlier, he probably just likes to complain since planes are SUPPOSED to be in very cold temperatures always) since they can walk around in space just fine, so I imagine em just going “yknow what. Fuck it.” And maxing out their cooling fans while they try to recharge. Or whenever it’s remotely warm. It is very loud.

I don’t know enough about cars to say this confidently but you know how in some small cars maxing out the air conditioning will cause a noticeable power reduction? That probably wouldn’t happen as much with an alien robot, but imagine a relatively smaller and younger cybertronian able to either move around or cool down, never both at the same time. It’d be funny methinks. Everybody else laughs at them.

Makes me wonder how their relationship with water would be. I doubt cybertronians would rust easily, so it’d be funny to go for a walk by the lake one morning and see a bunch of cars just standing halfway in the water with steam evaporating from them. Robots In Disguise™️ trying to cool down. I’m gonna draw a comic about that eventually.

Team Prime deserves an industrial grade pressure washer. Let Miko wield it. As a treat. She’s fully sane and can be trusted with ice cold pressurised water to blast her robot pals with. Also maybe Jack and Raf occasionally.

[vibratingskull]

Would I be able to request Thrawn x pregnant reader? Where Thrawn realizes she’s pregnant before the reader does and gets very protective, but the reader does not understand why, and they end up in an argument but Thrawn wants her to discover the pregnancy herself. I’m not sure how you’d go about that but I know you’re a really good writer so I’d love to see you write that imagine if that makes sense.

Future dad Thrawn, protective Thrawn, jealous Thrawn protecting his pregnant wife... A dream come true really.

Thrawn x F!reader

It just started like any other month, but both of your fates transcended that day.  

“Maker fricking... Gosh!” He hears you curse through the bathroom wall. 

“Is there a problem, Ch’acah? Do you need assistance?” He rises from the sofa to knock at the door. 

You open the door visibly tired.  

“It’s just... My period stopped again but the cramps are here once again!” You sigh visibly at the end of your life. 

Nothing out of the ordinary. Your periods have always been unpredictable since he knew you thanks to PCOS. You could not have them for several months straight and then bleed for almost an entire month. Or they could just come back normal for a period to completely derail once again, just to taunt you. But no matter what, the cramps always come back with a vengeance. 

He could only stand as a witness of your distress and help in the little ways he can. 

“I am terribly sorry, ch’eo Ch’acah. What can I do to help?” 

You sighed again, lowering your shoulders, terribly irritated. 

“I want to nap for an entire month.” 

He smiles, empathetic. He remembers back in the Ascendancy, he was the go-to guy to ask to buy period products in his social circle when no girls around could do it. He never saw it as weird or even humiliating to go to the counter with a tampon box in hand, his friends needed his help and who was he to refuse to extend his hand? He got a lot of weird looks when he entered the pharmacy in his neat Naporar uniform only to go straight to the women’s health section. Ziara forgot her period was supposed to start and he never saw her so... distraught, so on edge and on the verge of tears. He offered her his jacket to wrap around her hips to hide any stains and headed to the store immediately. 

Since that day he always carried a pad in his bag in case of emergency for his friends and female classmates. 

And it came in use more than one time! 

His behavior didn’t change when he started dating you, if anything it came in handy a lot. Always checking if you had a box of menstrual protection in advance without you even asking him, remembering you to sterilize your cup regularly when you wanted to try it, changing numerous sheets you bleed on during the night, hand washing the blood stains on your pajamas that the washer didn’t get. 

He also makes sure you have painkillers at arm’s reach at any time, he will prepare as many hot water bottles as you need while you lay in bed, in pain and uncomfortable, and he will massage your back or rub your lower belly delicately each time you ask, applying gentle pressures strategically. 

He knows an orgasm can greatly reduce periods cramps and will gladly give you one to help relieve you by gently massaging your clit until you are a shaking mess in his hands or a cunnilingus, his favorite method, whether you are bleeding or not. He is not afraid of a bit of blood on his tongue and will eat you out longly until you come hard in his mouth and finally relax as your orgasm eases your painful muscles. 

But if you only want a cuddle he will join you in bed and hold you tight, as the big spoon, caressing your tummy softly. 

That’s no big deal, that’s just what being a good husband is. 

“I understand your distress, Ch’acah. But maybe a month’s nap is unrealistic.”  

You purse your lips, going to sit on the bed. 

“Not only that but I’m super smelly and I hate that.” You grouse. 

He tilts his head. 

“What do you mean? You always smell lovely.” 

“You wish. I already took a shower this morning and I need to take one again, I think my hormones are fucking me up today. I feel so dirty.”  

“Your hygiene is impeccable.” 

“Judge for yourself if you don’t believe me!” You start losing patience, too in pain to be rational. 

He gently approaches to take your hand and smells your wrist. 

He takes a sniff. 

And froze. 

“See?” You respond “I’m dirty, I’m sweaty and miserable!” 

He doesn’t listen, his brain is too focused on trying to rationalize what he is smelling at this very second. He remains still, one knee to the ground, your hand in his, his nose above your delicate wrist and his eyes slowly blinking in the realization of what he is smelling. 

Is it possible? After so many tries, after so many failed attempts and heartbreaking clinical news, could you truly be...? 

He switfly turns his head to you, a breath caught in his throat. You round your eyes in surprise. 

“Wow okay... No need to look so shocked, I know I smell, I’ll take a shower.” 

You do not understand, not yet. 

You hate that odor but to him this is the most delectable one he ever got to smell. 

He slightly rises to push your hair out of the way to bury is face in your neck. 

He has to be sure... 

He deeply inhales with his red eyes closed. 

Oh that delicious smell... 

His heart contracts painfully as he feels waves of dark energy in his veins, propelling him forward, and forcing you to lay on the mattress under his weight. You yelp in surprise as he grabs a fistful of your hair and hugs you painfully tight. 

“Thrawn? What the-” 

He brushes his nose against the skin of your neck, reveling in this new scent, full of wonders and promises. 

After all those years, are you finally pregnant? Full with his baby, your little one to the both of you? Are you going to make him a father? 

His reason urges him to the be rationnal and level headed but his Chiss instincts are waking up with a vengeance of being asleep for so long! 

A baby! 

A miracle! 

He cannot fight the urge to lick your neck from shoulder to jaw, he wants to taste that smell, to taste this victory against destiny itself. 

So many doctors and medics warned your couple. You had fertility problems and you are from two different species, and while you never said it out loud you kind of stopped hoping for a baby after several years of unfruitful tries. You simply resigned yourself. 

He couldn’t hold it against you. You knew your body and you knew the odds. 

He never stopped hoping, he simply kept it low to not upset you, the subject getting sensitive for you. 

But today, 

Today you are pregnant! Today you cheated fate! 

He feels the thrills flowing in his veins, pushing him to claim you as his, leaving his odor on you to deter any rivals. He almost digs his nails in your flesh to keep you close to him. 

He mentally slaps himself, getting back control over that brutal urge, he recover is usual sterness and gently kisses your cheek. 

You look at him suspicsiously, what got over him? 

“As I said, you smell lovely.” He smiled lightly. 

 “What kind of reaction was that?” You ask gauging him up and down. 

“My apologies, Chiss are more sensible to odors and scents than humans.” 

“... And you like mine when I’m sweaty and dirty?” You ask more and more incredulous. 

“You are not dirty, my love.” He brushes his nose with yours, holding your face between his two hands, “And for the record, I love your smell no matter what, I can learn so many things about you with it, like where you are in your cycle, or if you’re off of it...” He tries to hint at it. 

“Hugh, don’t tell me about it.” 

You do not understand. 

It is all right. You are really early in the pregnancy, you have all the time to discover it. 

In fact he wont say a thing, leaving you the surprise. He will even lie and pretend he didn’t knew when you will reveal to him the news, triumphant, that you succeeded against all odds. 

That will be your victory and he will celebrate you for it. 

He can even celebrate you tonight without you knowing! 

“In fact I love it so much I want to devour you right now.” He purrs lowly, waving his hips against yours, brushing his loins between your open legs. 

“Oh Thrawn...” You wince, “I can’t do it with you tonight, I’m too uncomfortable, I’m sorry I-” 

“Oh no, no, no, no, Ch’acah.” He reassures you, “You lay back and relax, let me do the work. I will take great care of you.” 

He knows you can’t do penetrative sex in this state, he will eat you out all night long instead. He is drooling just thinking about it. 

Oh, he’s gonna take such good care of you sweetheart, let him work his magic on you and enjoy yourself! You deserve so many orgasms for your marvelous present to him, he feels motivated to break his personal record. 

He will stop only when you will be crying from overstimulation...  

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“Did you take weight?” Xoxtin asks out of the blue while loudly munching on her dish. 

You raise a warning glance at her. From the corner of your eyes, you see Karin tensing up and Lark’s bite almost takes a wrong turn. 

“I am saying that for you, you should hit the gym more often.” she continues, inconsiderate. 

You roll your eyes with a sigh, who accepted her at the table again?  

“How do you expect to find a man if you let yourself go like that?” She insists. 

“Did he ever crossed your mind that I was not searching for a man maybe?” You falsely smile at her. 

You indeed gained some weight recently, but it always fluctuates with your condition. What’s more bothering you lately is the sickness you have at different time of the day for two weeks now.  

Thrawn is also weirdly... on edge recently? Hard to describe but he is a lot more tactile, hugging just a bit too tight to be comfortable, like he was trying to melt your bodies into one, he seems to try to hold you back when you release his hand, and he seems constantly looming behind your back. You could swear you heard him growl at a colleague talking to you yesterday! 

And as romantic as it might sound you both agreed to keep your marriage a secret and he really isn’t making any effort to be subtle lately. 

Xoxtin purses her lips in disaproval. 

“It’s going to come bite you in the neck if you’re not careful” 

“I have PCOS. I gain and lose weight at the goodwill of my uterus. That’s kinda outside of my control.” 

“I’m saying that for you.” She speaks with her mouth full. 

“Oh come on,” Lark slides into the conversation uninvited, “With or without those new pounds she would still have that pretty face to make heads spin.”  

He suddenly wraps his arm around your shoulder to press you against his body. You’re so taken aback you don’t stop him, do not even tell him to release you. He grabs your chin with his other hand . 

“Look at her! She is adorable.” And he just kisses your cheek. 

You are just about to flick him off when he’s literally ripped out of you violently, making you jump away in fear and surprise.  

“What the...?!” 

You discover Thrawn, looming over Lark, on the ground. His hands are clasped behind his back as usual but he looks at him with daggers, his eyes shine brighter proof of an inner turmoil or intense emotion. He is visibly tense, more than you ever saw him. Lark looks up at him, confused like he doesn’t understand it is Thrawn who just threw him across the floor like trash. 

“Gr-Grand Admiral Thrawn?” He bablbutiates. 

“You will not lay your hands on her again. Am I clear?” Thrawn enunciates slowly, is tone deadly cold. 

You can hear him spit the words between his gritted teeth. 

“It.. It was nothing, just a little peck, I-” 

“Never.Again.Am.I.Clear?” Thrawn repeats deadly. 

“Grand Admiral Thrawn!” You interject, “It’s all right, it was nothing, he was joking.” 

He spins to you and his gaze shocks you to your core. 

He is beyond pissed off. 

He is properly enraged. 

“This was not all right. This was not nothing.” He counters in a calm tone that sends shivers down your spine, “I cannot let such behaviors fly. This is unjustifiable.”  

Okay, Lars trespassed your boundaries but in the end, it was just a kiss on the cheek, Karyn kisses your cheek all the time and Thrawns looks ready to demolish him to blood. He never reacted like that before. 

The fuck was that? 

“I will take him to have a word in my office, Grand Admiral. Do not worry.” Karyn intervenes, standing up she helps Lark to stand up and walk away with him. 

Thrawn keeps looking at you, still and mute while the rest of the mess hall still wonders how to react to that act, silently observing their Grand Admiral they seem ready to flee and scatter at any sound. 

They finally look back at their plates in submission but you remain standing, looking at Thrawn with incomprehension. He grabs your hand and pulls you in the corridor of the Chimaera. 

“Thrawn, what the fuck?!” You complain. 

“I do not want you to eat at the mess hall anymore. You will take your meals in my suite from now on.” He doesn't even look at you saying that, he just keeps walking straight ahead, pulling you behind him. 

“Why would I do that?” You protest at his audacity. 

“Because I order it.” 

You rip your hand of his grip harshly, prompting him to stop and turn towards you with eyes telling you are in trouble. 

But you can be both enraged. 

“Thrawn. With all the respect I owe you, who the fuck do you think you are to order me around like that?” 

He straightens his back, rising with all his height. 

“Your Grand Admiral, and more importantly, your husband.” 

You just cannot believe what you are hearing right now. This is so unlike him! He never got so angry that he resorted to violence, that he physically removed you from a place and now is ordering you around like that! 

Thrawn is not like that. This is not the man you chose for the rest of your life. 

“You think it gives you any power over me?!” 

He advert his gaze to look around and open a door. 

“Please enter. Let us discuss inside privately.” 

You breathe through your nose and enter, not without stabbing him with your eyes. Once inside the conference room, you spin to look at him, crossing your arms on your chest and frowning. 

“What is wrong with you lately? What is going on?!” 

“You are obviously the victim of sexual harassment by your male colleagues. I took the action to intervene for your integrity.” 

You blink, taking a second to process his words. 

“Lark is a dumbass and a clown, but he is not dangerous. If you didn’t ‘take action’ as you said I would have been able to get rid of him myself and with way less drama and publicity.” You correct him. 

He readjusts his position on his feet, grounding himself. He seems calmer but his eyes remain dark and agitated. 

“So you expected me to not act when he put his hands on your body and kissed you without consent?” He asks. 

“No. And I am glad you reacted to protect me. But throwing him to the ground like that? Publically? Like I thought our marriage was supposed to remain a secret and today you seemed ready to beat him to a pulp!” 

“I acted to protect you.” 

“Did you? Or did you protect your ego?”  

His nostril flares but he remains silent. 

Why can’t you see ? 

How you make heads turn and spin all around. 

Before he didn’t mind it. He knows you will never cheat on him, as he would never cheat on you. He never felt the need to resort to violence to deter any rivals, you stopped them very effectively yourself as he gazed lovingly at you from afar. 

But since he knows, all looks caressing your skin is insufferable to him, revolting, a stab in his own flesh, cutting so deep he feels like bleeding to death. 

So when Lark laid his hands on you and kissed your cheek, his brain just... Blacked out. 

His conscience took a backseat as his instincts took the reins and he grabbed the poor fool to throw him on the ground. He didn’t punched him, but he didn't lack the will. 

It was terribly tempting to make him an example.  

To assert his dominance over the foolish suitor who though he could steal the pregnant wife of a Chiss. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know. Who kisses a colleague so brazenly like that in the first place? 

He knew that it would be challenging. He heard tales of males Chiss going off the rails for their pregnant partner in his youth and witnessed some crazy acts in his adulthood. So he knew he would have to prepare himself mentally to protect your common secret, to not loose his cool. He even thought that he would rise above that, that he had full control of his anger and possessivity. 

But when he saw Lark all over you... 

It was simply so sickening and maddening, and his protective and possessive instinct just screamed at him so loudly that he simply lost control. He forgot about your relationship being a secret, he forgot about being the Grand Admiral, he forgot about his usual restrain. 

His only goal was your and the baby’s safety. Who does this man thought he was to touch a Chiss’ mate? A Chiss’ wife? The future mother of a Chiss? He needed to be put in his place urgently.  

Now that he has calmed down, he realizes how unbecoming of him and reckless it was.  

But if you think he is going to say sorry, you are terribly wrong. 

He will not apologize for protecting his pregnant wife. In fact he will do it again, as many times as he has to. 

The thing that you are not understanding and that he is slowly realizing right now, is that he could kill fo you. 

One of his own officers, no second thought.  

If they push the right buttons, he will not take responsibility for his actions.  

Because Chiss are protective of their families to an extent you still have absolutely no idea. When Chiss see their partner and children in danger, things get really dangerous, really quickly.  

The syndicure had to put special laws in place and create a special category of crime for those very situations. The murder of a rival to protect a wife and an unborn baby was a classic of Chiss culture since millennials, it was a popular trope for books and movies, plays and operas, something deeply ingrained in their psyche. 

Barbaric for other species, perfectly justified in their eyes. 

So you can sit your pretty butt on any apology because you’re not going to get one. 

“Won’t you say something at least?!” You press him. 

“I understand where you are coming from. But I do not expect you to understand.” 

“Oh really? And why is that if you please? What, I am too stupid to understand the Grand Admiral Thrawn’s glorious mind?” You scoff. 

He deeply inhales. He really doesn’t want to tell you, it would spoil it for you. You deserve to discover it for yourself and have the joy to tell him. He so longs for your sparking eyes when you will approach him with a pregnancy test hidden behind your back. Who is he to rob you of that special moment? 

“You know I never thought that about you.” He counters . 

“Well you sure sound like you do right now.” 

You are very clearly pissed at him but right now he wants nothing more but to take you in his arms and carry you tight to the suite to lay in bed with you. He wants to hide you from the rest of the universe, to hug you so tight that you fusion in one single being, like that you will be safe and sound. He wants to smell his scent on you, mixing with yours in a perfect new fragrance. He wants you safe under his body, caged by his weight so nothing could ever reach and hurt you, protecting you with his large stature. 

But you would claw his face. So he keeps his urge on a leash. 

“I never had and never will have such opinions about you, I respect you too much.” 

“But clearly not enough to have the nerves to order me around like that!”  

You’re really not going to spare him, do you? 

Would he usually have the nerve to grab you to drag you to another place or give you orders like a child? No. 

But he felt justified. When it comes to protecting his Ch’acah and unborn baby he has all the rights in the universe! 

Protecting you and your baby is his sole focus and worry every day, his mission to the Empire became secondary to him. 

“Listen. I don’t know what came over you but I have been sick for months now, I don’t sleep, I puke every day, my back is destroyed and my PCOS is acting up, so I do not have the patience to deal with men petty ego battles right now!” You almost shout, at the end of your patience. 

He remains silent, listening to you breathing heavily. He patiently waits, looking at you silently. He is fully calmed down now and only looks at you with adoration in his shiny red eyes. 

How could he be mad at you when you are carrying his child? This is simply impossible. This is beyond him. 

“Do you feel better?” He softly ask. 

You wince. 

“I.... Yes. Sorry I screamed. But it needed to be said.” You respond, with a nicer tone. 

“I understand and do not hold it against you. In your state mood swings are very common.” 

You sniff, slowly relaxing. 

“My state, my state... PCOS don’t give me mood swing you know it.” You caress a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I am not talking about your PCOS, Ch’acah. “ 

You raise an eyebrow with a silent question. 

He ponders, should he tell you? Keep the secret? 

Sure seeing you come to him with your largest smile to tell you the news sounds terribly alluring, but keeping the news away from will prevent you from getting the appropriate care. 

You could hurt yourself and the baby at the gym or while training with colleagues. 

He got rid of all the alcohol bottles in the suite behind your back but he knows Faro has a nice whisky collection and loves to invite you over. 

The risks are too high, every new day brings its new set of dangers. He needs to put a stop to it. 

“You may want to sit, my love.”  

You look at him, incredulous, but cave in. 

He sits in another chair and leans forward to take your hand in his. He gently caresses the back of it with his thumb, reveling in the softness of your thin human skin. He looks at you and cannot refrain from a smile stretching his lips right now, his second hand comes to caress your cheek. 

Your shared life flashes in his mind, all those moments at each other side. So precious.  

“I love you so much, Ch’acah.” He softly says, devouring your gorgeous face with his eyes. 

“Thrawn, you look like you’re about to tell me something shocking.” You reply a bit freaked out. 

He chuckles lightly. 

“You will be shocked, I am sure. But in a good way, I promise you.” 

“Okay.” You readjust yourself in your chair, bracing yourself for what he is about to throw at you. “I am listening.” 

“(Y/n), Ch’acah, my love, light of my days, star of my nights,” He says incredibly softly, squeezing your hand tenderly, caressing your cheekbone, his read eyes spilling love, “You are pregnant.” 

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[iveseenstrangerthings]

must be love - a Steve Harrington imagine

summary: just a shorter imagine about a reader who works at a diner and Steve comes in with the rest of the friendship group (which you’re also part of). There’s a mutual pining between Steve and reader and eventually Steve decides to do something about it, just a lil fluffy imagine which got me going

warnings: brief descriptions of food and eating

word count: 2.5k

notes: shout out to one of my fave SNL skits of Debbie Downer thx for playing a small part in this imagine. if anyone has any ideas for an imagine plsss request i’d be happy to do some requests !! have a great day :) master list here

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“Have a great night, guys!” You call as the most miserable family you’ve ever served in your entire time of being at the diner slumps out the door. A small laugh escapes your lips, almost in disbelief at what you’ve just put up with, as you start to clear their plates. Clinks of metal cutlery scraping fired ceramic plates fill your ears as you gather everything in an impressive stack. Guiltily, you take the gracious tip they’ve left you and you suddenly feel awful for whining to yourself about how unpleasant they’d been. 

Behind the till, you place their cash tip into the tip jar and then take the plates to the back to be washed. The heat of the kitchen still overwhelms you as you place the stack of dirty dishes into the hot sink full of water. “Busy out there, yet?” Deborah, the main pot washer calls out from the break room, her evening drawing out slowly in front of her at the slow stream of customers. 

“Not quite yet, still early though, Debs!” You call back cheerily, behind her back you all call her Debbie Downer, no matter what you say Deborah will reply with something depressing that ultimately kills the mood of the conversation.

Last month, when you told her you’d got a new cat, she had replied, “Feline AIDS is the biggest killer of domestic cats. Hope you got it checked!” 

Pushing back through the swing doors, you see a few more groups had been shown to tables and you were ready to go over to welcome them in. One group you see, is your friends. 

An unsettled feeling stews inside you, you love that they come here to see you, but you hate how it makes you feel pressured. Dustin loves the shakes, Mike and El the burgers, and Steve loves to come just to see you. Not that you know that. You’re partial to a spill of a drink, or a burger to the floor as it slips off the plates as you try to juggle too many, and you do not want Steve to see anything like that. You’ll just have to try not to show off your plate stacking skills this evening. 

Whipping your pad out from the front of your grease-stained apron, you walk to their table and paint a smile on your face, beaming from ear to ear. “Fancy seeing you here.” You approach the table and stand next to Steve, who looks up at you with a small smile painted across his rose-tinted lips. 

“Do you even need your little pad, surely you know my order by now.” Dustin is quick to comment on his food, he must be starving. He didn’t mean it in an asshole way, you’re close enough with each other that you rarely take offence to anything now.  

You guffaw at his request and scribble down his order. Peeking over the top of your pad to see Steve slightly shaking his head and raising his eyebrows at him. “Max?” Your attention goes to Max now, awaiting her order.

“Just a chocolate shake, please.” She offers, sheepishly pushing the menu back towards you. You don’t push her on an order for food, as you know any of the other waitresses would, you just nod and jot down the code for a shake. She’s still recovering from Vecna, and you understand her lack of appetite, which she is grateful for. 

After finally scribbling down the group’s order in your illegible scrawl, which is only decipherable by the chefs, you turn to Steve who’s perched on the end of the booth. “And for you, Steve?” Your pen is ready in between your fingers, and you give him a patient smile. 

He quickly skims the menu, even though he knew what he wanted the minute he walked in. He relays his order to you before gathering up all the menus, making your job easier and quicker. “Thanks.” You take them from his hands and his cheeks flush with colour. He’s aware of the intense rush of heat to his face, as is everyone else at the table. Your heart skips and beats intensely in your chest as you relish in the sight of his flushed cheeks. You know you caused his blush, and it gives you a slight spring in your step as you return to the host stand with their menus, knowing you have the power to make Steve Harrington tint with crimson. 

Whilst his ears are trained into the conversation happening around him, he lets his eyes divert to your whereabouts. He watches intently as you balance the plates with skill before setting them all down on a nearby table, talking to your customers with expressive hands and giving them an effervescent smile before turning and going to attend to another table. He sees how your tongue slips out of your mouth, ever so slightly, in concentration as you place glacier cherries onto the top of a sundae before carrying it to an over-excited child who claps with your arrival. Your smile at the young boy’s happiness and delightful manners stays on your face as you make your way back over to the serving hatch, the bell ringing out continuously with the Friday night rush of families, friends and couples. 

“Dude.” Dustin starts, leaning in closer to Steve as he breaks away from the rest of the conversation. Steve leans in too. “Why don’t you just ask her out already?” The prospect of doing such a thing is enough to bring sweat to the palms of his hands. Noticeably so that he has to rub his palms over his jeans to get the wetness off. His mouth feels dry, so he runs his tongue over the roof of his mouth and swallows what little saliva he has down his throat. “It’s so painfully obvious.” 

“What is?” He quickly retorts, turning his face too fast so it’s left lingering extremely close to Dustin’s. He pulls back slightly and let’s Dustin observe how you make him feel. The slight tinge of pink has returned to his cheeks, and he hasn’t stopped rubbing his palms over his jeans. Dustin just laughs slightly and gives his head a shake before giving Steve an insignificant nod, indicating your return with an armful of their food. 

“Alrighty.” You say as you settle their food down on the table, sliding the plates in the direction of whoever ordered what. The table digs into your stomach slightly as you stretch across to push El’s plate to her in the far corner of the booth, meaning you slightly lean across Steve. “‘Scuse me.” You gently breathe as you pull back, the smell of your perfume lingering after you push back from the table. He quickly inhales, wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb and then grabs the cutlery. “Max just let me grab your milkshake, I’ll be right back.” You dust your hands off on your apron as you make your way back to the hatch, collecting Max’s milkshake before ambling back over to their table. “There you go, sweetie.” You turn her shake towards her and her eyes light up, looking at Lucas with wide eyes in admiration at her humongous milkshake. You smile at the pair; glad Max has someone as sweet and caring as Lucas. “Okay, think that’s everything.” Your eyes skim everyone’s plates to ensure you haven’t missed anything. “Can I get you guys anything else? Anymore sauces?” 

Everyone replies with a cacophony of “No” and “Thank you” and you nod at them all, the boys already starting to shovel their food into their mouths as if they haven’t eaten for days. Max seems settled and Steve thanks you again before turning to his plate to eat. 

The next half an hour passes in a blur of sundaes, hamburgers, spilt milkshakes, and grumbles from Deborah as you take in another stack of greased up, ketchup smeared plates. As you stand at the host station placing clean cutlery neatly into white napkins, Steve wanders over to you as he opens his wallet in front of him. You place your hands down on the counter, keeping the napkin well wrapped up in your hands. “Hey!” You beam at him as he approaches. “Was everything okay with the meal?” You finally place the neatened cutlery and napkins into their box and return your full attention to Steve. 

“Was great. Five-star service, too.” The corner of his mouth hooks up into a smile and you reciprocate it broadly. “But I was wondering if I could pay now?”

You nod, taking their order from the small pile of tabs that you keep by the cash register. “Sure, you just wanna pay for yours?” You start keying in the price for Steve’s meal, but he cuts you off.

“No no, I’ll get everyone’s.” His offer is laced with the kindness he exudes, like warmth coming from a mug of coffee on a chilly day. 

Your head tilts to one side and your eyebrows lift slightly, “Steve, that’s awful kind of you but are you sure?” 

He nods, pulling out some cash he’s sure will cover it as he patiently lets you tot up the total for the meals on the register. “I’m totally sure.” He seems nervous, you notice from the corner of your eye his weight keeps shifting from one foot to the other. A small smirk forms on your lips, then quickly dissipates as you get ready to read the total out. 

He hands the cash over without question and tells you to keep the change for the tip jar. “Thank you so much.” You hold the cash in your hands gratefully as you look back at him. He’s still stood behind the host stand, his eyes travelling nervously around you. As you drop the cash into the jar, he leans onto the station with his elbows.

“I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie? After you finish up?” The words tumble out of him quickly, but his question is laced with reluctance, like he’s already prepared himself for you to say no.

You study his features, the soft-hearted nature of him shines through. Him paying for all the kids’ meals and still asking you out afterwards, you feel on top of the world that he’s asked you. You think of how sublime it would be, spending the evening with Steve after work, but you don’t finish up until close tonight and you fear that would be too late for him, making him waste the night waiting for you. Although it would feel anything but a waste to Steve. A feeling of defeat washes over you as you worry this could be the only time Steve asks you to do something, and you fear he will think that you’re making an excuse. “I’m here till close tonight.” The words fall regretfully from your mouth, and you see his features soften with disappointment.

He nods quickly, pursing his lips as he pushes back from the counter, giving it a tap as he readjusts his posture, standing tall. “Oh, yeah. Totally. No that’s fine.” 

“But I could come over, when I’m done? I know it would be late, but I could bring us something to eat, and we could just, I dunno, chill?” 

Inside his chest, his heart soars around like someone has ignited him and soon the sweaty palms return. He came over here expecting you to say no, but he figured it was worth a shot. He did not expect, however, for you to then suggest another idea. His worries and anxieties about asking you now seem so farcical when all along you had wanted the same. 

He’s almost taken aback and has to bring himself back to the reality of being here in the diner, with you. “No, no it wouldn’t be too late. That’d be great.” He taps the counter again, the pair of you just looking over at one another, waiting for someone to speak. The pair of you never run out of things to say, never find it awkward to make conversation, never shut up really. But now, you both stand enthralled at the idea of spending some time together, just the two of you. 

“I’ll pick you up?” He poses the question to you in a gesture of what seems like good will, but it’s really just a way to get to spend more time with you. 

A torrent of emotion as intense as a winding river of rapids course through your veins and rise the temperature of your body, causing your skin to prickle intensely like tiny bolts of electricity hitting your skin. The flow of your emotional river ebbs, the source of the river stemmed as an anxious thought enters your stream of consciousness. You want Steve to see you at your best, not sweaty and smelling of cooking after a five-hour shift. “I will stink of grease.” You admit to him awkwardly. The perfume bottle you keep in your bag is a God send and you hope it will help to mask at least some of the smell.

He puffs air out between his lips and a smile softens across his face. “I really couldn’t care less.” He pushes his hands back from the counter where they’d been resting lazily, his muscles contracting underneath the sleeves of his t-shirt and you eye it quickly. The way the shape contorts and flexes under his skin as he pushes himself up from the counter again makes your eyes widen and your stomach throb. “Pick you up around ten, is that when you finish?” 

“Yes! That sounds great, thank you!” You radiate, your words landing like a verbal high five. 

He turns away, wordlessly, and gathers the kids up to leave. You click a few buttons on the register before finalising the receipt. They all wave and shout goodbyes as they make their way out of the diner, leaving as you turn to see your favourite group of regulars sat waiting for you to go over and take their order.

Outside, the wind turns to a chill and the clouds blow clear, leaving the sky black and bright above them. “So...” Dustin starts, elbowing Steve as they make their way to the car. The rest of the kids making their way to their buses home. “Did it work?”

Steve lifts his chin and laughs, “Quit making it sound like I’ve been doing some sort of experiment.” 

Dustin just rolls his eyes and waits, expectantly. 

“Yeah, it did ‘work’.” His fingers go up into air quotations before twisting the key to start the car with a low growl. “I’m seeing her after work.”

“TONIGHT?!” Dustin jeers in a high-pitched voice that makes his voice box squeal in delight. “Dude, how many times have I told you. She feels the same.”

“You think?” Steve quizzes, passing the conversation back to Dustin. 

“Hell yeah.” Dustin smirks, showing Steve all his ‘pearls’ as Dustin likes to say. “Offering to see you after a shift at the diner?” He tilts his head and brings his eyes down playfully. “Must be love.” His voice exudes sickly sweet confidence and Steve backs out the car park, turning up his radio and rolling the windows down, despite the chill. He drives back happily and hasn’t once tried to deny Dustin’s final remark. 

[dangerpronebuddie]

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I am pushing through Severed Artery until I get it done! I'm really really hoping it'll be posted tomorrow, if things go right. While I fill in the last missing pieces, have Buck reminiscing™ about the shooting. Because if there's a chance to tie anything back to that moment, I'm gonna take it lol:

“Uh, could you… grab some clothes from my locker?” Buck asks as he wanders into the showers. He turns on the faucet at the sink he usually uses, not even daring to look in the mirror, afraid his bloodstained face would be staring back at him. Tommy enters only a moment later with Buck's jeans and a hoodie that Buck knows Eddie stole from him. He doesn't know how it got back in his locker, but he's not knocking it. “Do you want me to help?” Tommy asks. Buck wants to say yes, he wants the comfort Tommy usually brings, but… what he really wants- who he really wants- may not… “N- no. I got it,” Buck says with what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “Why don't you get out of those clothes and I'll throw em in the washer,” he suggests instead. Buck simply nods and quickly sheds his clothes, the tacky blood drying on his skin making the fabric stick to him a little. He hands them to Tommy without looking at them. He can't. Tommy disappears and Buck shoves his hands under the too hot water. His heart drops into his gut as the water turns a pale pink. He's suddenly staring at his bloodied hands in a hospital waiting room, horrified at the fact he didn't notice how much of Eddie's blood covered him. Each time he reached to wipe tears away, he'd flinch at the sight of his hands. Chim had showed up with a shirt for him, and Bobby had softly coaxed him into the bathroom. Chim stood silent by Buck's side as Bobby scrubbed his hands. Buck made the mistake of looking in the mirror then, at the specks of blood scattered across his face like the freckles he used to have as a kid. “He asked if I was hurt,” Buck had whispered as he stared at his reflection. He had huffed a humorless laugh and shook his head. “I don't think I would've noticed if I was.” He doesn't think he would now either. He whimpers as his hands shake. He remembers the tremors from the last time, that didn't really go away until Eddie was out of surgery. He hadn't noticed them until Taylor took his hands. Maybe he should've asked Tommy to stay with him. Maybe he could put Buck back into some semblance of order before he faced Chris. No. It didn't work with Taylor. It won't work now.

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[ravenrune]

Quick and simple Carlos x reader fic. No warnings. Domestic fluff. 739 words.

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Sorry, no title. I couldn't think of one.

Carlos was sitting at the table, staring outside. He was bored beyond belief, and you wouldn’t be home for another half hour. He had the day off, but everyone he could’ve been hanging out with was at work, so he just spent the entire day alone.

He’d already cooked and cleaned the kitchen, and now he didn’t know what to do.

Feeling a bit restless, he got up and walked upstairs. Maybe there were some chores left unfinished, and he thought it would be nice to have them done before you’d get home. At least then, you two would get to spend the evening together without having to worry about boring housework that had been left unfinished.

After he had made his way into the bathroom, an idea popped up in his head. Carlos knew you’d be tired when you got home. He knew your feet would be hurting because you’d be walking a lot at work today.

So, what could be better than taking a nice, hot bath after such a long day at work?

He wouldn’t mind taking a bath himself, either. He hadn’t been too busy, but the mission he’d been sent on about a week ago still had his muscles aching on random occasions.

Pleased with himself, he turned on the hot water and allowed it to slowly fill the tub. Considering the size of the tub, Carlos figured it should be done and sufficiently warm by the time you’d get home. After pouring in a little bit of lavender-scented bath oil, he went back downstairs and headed into the kitchen. Dinner could probably wait for an hour or two, but he did want you to have something to drink and snack on in the tub because you’d probably be ravenous.

You returned home while Carlos was upstairs, still setting things up.

“Carlos?” You yelled. “You home?”

“Right here, babe,” his voice came from upstairs. “You had a good day?”

You took off your jacket and dropped it on the couch. You’d put it away later. “Kinda?” You replied as you watched your man come downstairs. “It was rough, though. Way too much walking for a job like that.”

“I thought so,” Carlos said, walking up to you and pulling you into a warm embrace. “It’s nice to have you here again. I was getting so bored.”

“Hey, I just got back, I probably smell bad!” You protested, trying to step away from him.

Carlos laughed and didn’t let go. “Don’t care,” he muttered, burying his face in your hair. “Buuut if that bothers you, I got just the thing to make you a little less stinky!”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Carlos stepped away and smirked. “I bought a pressure washer, so I guess I can try it out on you.”

“What? Do you know how cold that water is and how powerful those things are? We’re not doing that! I need my skin, you know?”

He laughed again. He loved teasing you; it amused him to see your reactions to the nonsense he’d sometimes come up with. “Nah, just kidding. I prepared you — I mean us — a bath.” He grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards the stairs. “Let’s go. It should be done by now.”

Glorious; after such a long day at work, that’s how it felt to get into the hot water. The warm water made you feel a bit sleepy, and you leaned your head against Carlos’ chest. “This is great,” you sighed. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Carlos smiled and placed his hands around your waist. “I figured you’d need it.”

“I guess I did.”

“Do you want a snack? Figured you’d be hungry, too.”

You laughed, looking at the snacks on the little side table next to the tub. “In a minute, I want to snuggle a bit first.” You hesitated for a second. It always felt a bit uncomfortable to bare your feelings to him, even though you knew he loved it whenever you did so. You always seem to know exactly what I need for some reason… I don’t really know what I’d do without you anymore.”

Carlos smiled as his heart filled with an overwhelming sense of joy. “Good thing you’ll never have to do without me then, huh?”

[pastryiee]

everything shower !

Hi! My name is Kia.. and here’s how to take a proper everything shower, obviously you don’t have to take everything showers to be clean or anything, I personally just like to do them to feel fresh and like a new person!

Now lets begin! An everything shower starts outside the shower, so apply some hair oil, any that you like! For low porosity hair I suggest argon oil or rosemary oil! Now for high porosity hair I suggest coconut oil and castor oil! Make sure to apply it evenly and only to your ends, you can even do a scalp treatment! Personally I like to use glycolic acid on my scalp for build up once a week! Now while that sits for an hour I like to throw my sheets into the washer and clean my room up a bit, or you can workout, or do your homework! ofc you don’t have to do that if you don’t wanna!! Now I’m gonna type out the actual steps to an everything shower!

Step 1: getting into the shower, make sure your water is currently lukewarm, now you're gonna turn off the hot water and quickly turn around and wet your hair, make sure your entire scalp is throughly wet as well as your ends. Now you can turn the water off (we're doing this to save money cuz this routine is over an hour long yay!! lol!) now apply a good size amount of shampoo to your palm, and mix for at least 15 seconds. Now apply it to your scalp, this is our first shampoo out of three, you should massage it in for at least one short song, then turn the water back on and rinse, now you're gonna add a little more shampoo. Rub it into your hands for 15 seconds and evenly apply to your scalp. This time you're gonna shampoo for two songs of your choice. Now repeat that shampoo more time after rinsing. Your scalp should have a squeaky sound after you're done throughly rinsing it out!

Step 2: slightly dry your hair with a towel and apply your hair mask, evenly then detangle!! Now clip your hair up.. and then get your loofah wet it, and apply soap of your choice! Unscented soap btw! And scrub adub everywhere, including.. behind your ears, belly button, FEET!!!! Armpits, your back, privates, legs, arms. Torso, behind your neck, everywhere. Then rinse, now get an exfoliating cloth and a soap for bumpy skin(if you have bumpy skin) and scrub in the same places as the loofah! The exfoliating cloth is optional!!

Step 3: rinse out your hairmask with cold water, then after this slightly dry your hair and apply your conditioner to your ends and clip. Now get an exfoliating scrub and apply it all over except your privates. And when I say all over.. I mean all over. Your back, legs, Arms, armpits, torso, Feet, lower back and hands! Rub it into your skin in a circular motion, Now here’s a pro tip from me! Let your body scrub melt a little on your body and apply shaving cream.. youre basically getting a shaving oil from the melted scrub! Gives the smoothest nicest shave ever! Now to shave be really gentle and careful, glide your razor over your legs/arms not applying a lot of pressure to prevent nicks and razor burn, go over the same spot twice, and go against the growth of hair! And continue that shaving routine wherever you need it! Now that you’re done shaving rinse out your conditioner with cold water and wash your body with a bodywash of your choice! And now.. turn off the water and you’re done with the shower part!

Step 4: clip your hair up after squeezing out excess water,now apply body oil before your skin drys! After that apply your favorite body lotion, and now some perfume and body mist on these key points; Behind your neck, your wrists, neck, behind your ankles and knees. And now get changed! After this do your regular haircare and skincare routine! Andddd.. that’s all!!<33

[piratekane]

Midnight Rider is one of my favourite kacy fic. 6, 16, 17, 20, 24 of the behind the scenes meme for it please.

midnight rider, i love you so much. and so many questions!

6. What do you need to write? Is there anything special you need to do/have to help your creative flow? i need chaos. or rather, i need 7530 other things to do. i do my best writing when i procrastinating, tbh. if i'm supposed to be doing some grad work or laundry (shout out because i am running down to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer), that's when i am "flowing" and one with the writing. carving out writing time doesn't work for me because there's no pressure to get it done.

16. What was the easiest scene to write? hmmm. probably the scene in the motel room towards the end of the story, where they both acknowledge everything going on up to that point. there's a few lines in there that i had written as soon as i knew where the fic was headed, about two chapters in. there was a few other times that happened, when i just *knew* the dialogue even before i got there, but that one, vividly, was one of them.

17. What was the hardest scene to write? two scenes immediately pop in my mind: the confrontation and the panic attack. the confrontation because there were so many beats and i was skipping ahead in my mind and missing them. the panic attack because i was definitely getting too into the words and creating one in my own mind. so, needed to be pulled back from that.

20. What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic? i know i said it before, but i think people read this pretty closely and noticed everything put into it. i put blood, sweat, tears, and time into this massive fic and people recognized that so nicely and made sure to say so. there were some really redeeming people who made sure i knew the work was appreciated. i think of them so genuinely fondly.

24. Did you write every scene in order? What was the first scene you wrote, and what was the last? i think i started writing the ending about halfway through this process, but other than that, i tend to write in a linear fashion. so the first scene, the hook scene where lucy finds herself in hot water, was the first scene i wrote (in the notes app, of course), and the climax was the scene i was working on last, since i jumped ahead and wrote the ending before that. and in typical fashion, the first scene came to life so quickly, and the last scene felt like pulling my fingernails off my fingers. so blessed.

ask away!

[azuhrasims]

Notes on Sims 4 For Rent:

*This list is incomplete and a matter of my observations while trying to complete the good landlord aspiration.

Rent is paid every Wednesday morning at 5am except the first Wednesday after you bought the place or move in. Not sure if this applies every time you move in new tenants.

If you want to complete the good landlord aspiration, begin with 1 or 2 star rated units. Maintenance events spawn in low star rated units, but not in high star rated units in my limited experience.

Fines often fail, but they seem to fail more often when delivered in person. Slide it under the tenants door or mail it for better (?) results.

Piles of trash generated from repairing things in the shared space of a residential rental will always spawn in the played unit. Ick.

Generous sims will autonomously give away 250 simoleans at a time when you're not looking!

In the shared spaces of residential rental lots I've watched neighbors use: the painting easel (and the player can sell those paintings for profit, hot tip!), the game table, laundry washer and dryer (I placed the hamper in the same room as the washer and dryer as I am a lazy simmer), the pool, the crafting table, the telescope, gardening planters (they even plant on their own? One tenant gave me a whole bunch of Cottage Living mushrooms in the planter boxes), the grill, the pizza cooker, radios, and the mixology bar (maybe, I didn't witness it, but there were a number of spoiled drinks sitting on it for some reason and my sim didn't make them.)

Maintenance events send you TO the tenants unit. These events include a Trash Overload, Water Leak, and I've heard of a cursed book, but I haven't encountered it yet.

Emergency events appear to happen in YOUR unit or the shared space and include things like exploded appliances and hauntings.

You can trigger a tenant revolt by blaming the tenants. For what? It doesn't specify, but you can blame them!

I've heard you can trigger things like charity drives and pet adoption drives by complimenting the tenant (wrong word, its an option under the RENTAL tab), but I can't prove it from my own game play.

Last-

Apparently they did something odd with the new kettle and pressure cooker appliances. Even if you don't use them, the appliance itself thinks it is decaying over time. Have you encountered your sim doing the "Eww, stinky" animation and your space is clean? Probably that new kettle you bought. I ran smack into it. NateTheLoser has a mod out to make it better.

[bettie-may-page]

Yup, it happened again! Third times the charm? May 23rd. 2023

The mural of Bettie Page on the side of Jessica Baxter’s house is one of the few works of art you can see from Interstate 5 in Seattle. But it seems not everyone is happy about it: Earlier this week, vandals used red paint to deface the mural, which features the 1950s pinup model, with her signature black bangs, and John Waters’ drag queen muse Divine. Also severely damage was the unprotected Britney Spears/Laura Palmer mural by Two Thangs that was destroyed.

The mural, located at the intersection of Seventh Avenue Northeast and Northeast 59th Street, was attacked at 2 a.m. Sunday, Baxter said. The vandal wore a compressed air tank which was filled filled with a red oil-based paint, she reported, “slowly walking around the house, soaking the mural as well as coating a separate kitchen that helps feed the homeless, leaving a mess behind”.

She said the vandals also made off with a “Black Lives Matter” sign.

The attack happened so quickly, Baxter said, that by the time she’d woken up and gotten to the window, whoever had targeted Bettie and Divine was gone.

Baxter said she had no idea who was behind the nocturnal attack. They “didn’t leave a calling card or manifesto,” she said wryly. She reported the attack to the police.

The mural has been more positively received by others. This is also the third time the Baxter home was targeted.

A GoFundMe page set up to cover the expenses of the repainting had already exceeded its $4,000 fundraising goal as of Thursday afternoon. “That mural is tied to many good summer memories and it is a beautiful piece of art!” wrote one donor.

Originally painted in 2005 by artist John Green, the mural was previously attacked in 2016. Also in late June of that year, vandals threw gray paint on the mural and, reported The Seattle Times at the time, left a message — “Stop exploiting women’s bodies” — signed only “some feminists.”

Contemporaneous accounts and comments from those who knew or engaged with Page’s work would suggest this is a misreading.

As artist Olivia De Berardinis told the Los Angeles Times in a 2008 obituary of the model: “[I]t took me years to understand what I was looking at in the old photographs of her. Now I get it. There was a passion play unfolding in her mind. What some see as a bad-girl image was in fact a certain sensual freedom and playacting — it was part of the fun of being a woman.”

After the 2016 vandalism, artist Two Thangs repaired the damage to Page and added the second image, this one of drag queen Divine.

“The ladies became fast friends and we were so proud to have such incredible and unique art on our house to share with the I-5 passersby,” wrote Baxter on the GoFundMe page. “People tell us all the time that they love the painting and it makes us so happy to contribute to a sense of community that was once [a] hallmark in Seattle but has been on the decline.”

Baxter said Two Thangs would be returning this month to repair the work again. “We’re gonna keep putting it back up,” she said.

On her GoFundMe page, Baxter said that house painters she’d already hired for a different project “sprung into action” the morning the mural was defaced, using a pressure washer and paint thinner on a historically hot day to clean up most of the “oil-based red glop.” But Bettie and Divine “will still need touch ups.”

For that, Two Thangs will be flown in from Rhode Island to work his magic on the icons. “We just want our girls back and we want him to be well compensated for it,” said Baxter. Any donations over the goal will go to support the LGBTQ Youth organisation at Lambert House.

If you with to contribute i have added the link to the Baxters Go Fund Me page which includes further information on the destruction.

[dollsonmain]

Since you all seem to enjoy (and learn from) my suffering...

Adventures in Plumbing!

So, no markings on the outside, BUT!

Oh, it was pointed UP before I.... I had it pointing down earlier ahaha I think up is wrong actually, looking at the ones for sale online. They all point down. It doesn’t seem to actually matter and I can pick which way I want it to go when I put it back together.

uh...

That tag is very handy! I need to remember to put it back before I put everything together again. Anyway, I started taking things apar...... Oh I put that part on the wrong way um... It can wait. The way I have it, it’s probably swapped hot and cold, which is nbd, I think they were reversed to begin with... Will test later and adjust as needed.

Anyway I started taking things apart and the blackness behind the faucet was creeping me the fuck out because that space opens into the furnace room. That sense of open, dark space...

Turning on the light in the furnace room helped (is that black mold or waterproofing.....). Now I can see that there are no hands creeping closer and closer to grab mine while I work...

ಥ_ಥ

I wish I had thought to do this sooner, because I dumped a bunch of water down the back of the wall and into the furnace room. There’s old-old water damage back there from, I would guess, another leak before we moved in.

So that’s an idea for you all if you need to change the cartridge in your shower:  prevent water getting into the wall AND dropping screws back there with a journal cover mold.... or a bottle that’s cut into a funnel, or whatever.

I just made it worse... There’s a fan on to help dry the area out.

Again.

Um....

I didn’t take a lot of pics while I was working because I was busy and had silicone grease on my hands (ew ew ew ew ew), but I took it all apart and went digging around, and as I suspected the little plungers were stuck. There are rubber or silicone plungers in faucets with springs behind them, and that’s what seals the moving parts of a faucet to the stationary water source without leaking.

Just like That Guy’s sink, the plungers were stuck so I pulled those out, lubed them up really well, reinstalled them, and gave them a few good pokes to see if the springs were still supple enough to put pressure on them, and yes.

Good.

Put it all together (enough to test anyway), turned it on, and water started gushing out. It wouldn’t stop no matter which way I turned the faucet.

Not good.

I tried rotating the handle assembly over and over thinking maybe I’d misaligned something somewhere, wiped off excess lubricant, etc. etc.  before finally deciding I needed to take it all apart again and figure out the problem.

There were two rubber washers/seals in the back of the cartridge housing that had come unseated.

So I dug those out, gave them a little lube to keep them moisturized and help them stick in their spots in the cartridge housing, put it all together again and YAY!

So now I have it partially assembled (looks like the one with the silicone mold to funnel water except the housing is on turned 180 because I forgot I even had photos of how it was supposed to go and I’ll either deal with that later or leave it after I test which way is hot and cold in the shower), and now I’m waiting to see if any water seeps out of the housing at any point, or if the shower leaks from the head again.

If it leaks or seeps, disassemble again and try to reseat it, and if THAT doesn’t stop the leak, then I’ll take a ton of photos of the cartridge and it’s label and go see about getting a new one.

And if it neither leaks nor seeps, put it all back together and do a little rooster dance of pride.

[rahleeyah]

A very nice man came and built us a little patio yesterday; he worked very hard on a very hot day and framed it in and filled it with dirt and leveled it and then laid down landscaping fabric and pea gravel, and as he was cleaning up he decided to do something I have attempted before, and aimed the hose - which shoots water at almost pressure washer levels - at the spiderwebs under the eaves. He didn't have to do this, he wasn't asked to, but I understand and appreciate the urge. One thing I find sort of interesting about it tho is that he did not even attempt to dislodge the spider who has made her nest beside the doorbell - the doorbell he pushed several times to get my attention as I was busy doing chores in another part of the house, and so obviously saw. I'm not sure what type of spider she is; she's on the larger side, and she's been there for a while, and I think of her fondly. Part of me is a little bit glad he didn't knock her down - she's doing her part by eating pesky insects, I'm sure - but I do wonder why, given his efforts elsewhere, she got a pass. And I wonder if it's maybe bc unlike the other spiderwebs, whose residents are not plainly visible from the ground, that little nest by the door is so clearly a home that it feels especially rude to disturb it. Of course he could have simply given up before he got that far. But it's nice to think.