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scapegrace74-blog · 6 years ago

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Seventeen: Marita

A/N You ever make a list? A way to compile all the missed opportunities, the transgressions, the warning signs telling you that you’re on the wrong path? Of course you have. Part 15.5 in the series. Part 1 and links to other parts are here. Rated NC-17. Trigger warning for non-con sex.

15.

He assigned his feelings for Scully a new name, since he apparently wasn’t supposed to be in love with her. Besotted impassivity. It covered both his desires and the demands he placed upon himself.

As far as he could tell, this arrangement suited Scully. They were both married to their work, and so had exchanged vows in the holy church of transitivity. They shared a union of fiery passions for truth and justice, and the parallel lonely roads of celibacy.

If he sniffed the wind and scented a crucial element in the mystery that they each uncovered piece by piece from their opposite poles, however, it was hard to channel the predatory urge into the work alone. His blood ran feral in his veins and she was the only quarry he cared to pursue. When he was in this mood, he avoided grasping Scully’s shapely hips, now unveiled from beneath her formerly boxy suits, by assigning himself tasks that took him into the field without her.

So it was that he found himself in an ornate Upper East Side apartment building, on the trail of a bio-toxin of possibly extra-terrestrial origin, with Alex Krycek handcuffed to the armrest of his rental car outside. Even without the influence of sleep deprivation, adrenaline and the scent-trail of conspiracy, New York City always made him susceptible to his appetites, and he was relieved Scully was hundreds of miles away.

Marita greeted him with her usual soignee aplomb. Despite her Latin-sounding name, she struck him as Nordic, with lichen eyes and hair like sunglow. Clearly her carefully enunciated words were meant to disguise her background, as well as her allegiances.

But she’d helped him before, and despite his solitary reputation, it grew lonely doubting the whole world with no-one in his corner but Scully. That was why, when Marita suggested a nightcap while they waited for his special entry visa to Russia to be faxed to her private number, he wearily lowered his defences and accepted.

The days of after-work cocktails and weekly benders were years behind him, but two fingers of scotch shouldn’t make the room pulse and whirl in kaleidoscopic comet tails. He wanted to tell his legs to flee, but they were leaden weights held fast against the tactile clutch of Marita’s couch. She was speaking to him, lifting the heavy stone of his head on the crook of a crone’s claw. Words floated down to him, devoid of context or structure.

“... arrangements... time... insurance, so if you...hardship...job...”

The phone rang, echoing down an endless tunnel. Murmuring, his name, the harsh fricatives of some Slavic language.

A bedroom. Cool balm of cotton against the overheated expanse of his skin. Ice cube tympani in a glass. Glaciers in Marita’s eyes as she stripped at the foot of the bed. Ebony corset and garters against arctic flesh. Cold, so cold, and he was on fire. Hot and molten inside, as he knew she would be. Sun blind, solar flare, hot explosion of light burning his retinas. Gasping in fear, but pumping pumping pumping his hips upward, lifting her up into the nebulous sky. Calling out for help because even in an upside down dreamscape, he knew this was a betrayal. ScullyScullyScully...

He awoke, fully dressed, back on the couch. His head felt muzzy and there was a heavy blanket of lethargy lying over his senses, a feeling he associated with orgasm. The mantle clock read 3am, and in the next room a fax machine groaned to life.

Marita appeared, dressed in the same silken dressing gown, with her shower-damp hair combed away from her cipher’s face. She extended a manila folder in his direction.

“They’ve finally arrived. At least you got some rest, while you waited.”

He blinked and dragged himself upright, lost between reality and a mirage.

“Are you sure you’re alright to drive? I could make up the bed in my spare room and...”

“No. Thank you, but I need to be going.”

“Everything you asked for is here. Once you’re on the ground in Krasnoyarsk, you’re on your own, however. Be careful, Agent Mulder. Others have already died protecting the secrets you want to reveal.”

“Then I’ll be in familiar territory. Thank you again.” And with that, he left.

Something was wrong with Scully. Their usual easy but combative rapport had turned stilted and cruel, and he could not fathom why. To make matters worse, he was assailed at the oddest moments by crippling guilt and dread. He didn’t know what he’d done, but he knew his track record with the cosmic card dealer, and if he was guilty of something, retribution would be swift and lethal.

He thought the other shoe had dropped when Scully returned from Philadelphia with a tattoo and passionate bruises left by another man under her skin. The betrayal of their silent pact coursed like alcohol through his body, a confusing, erotic provocation, but over it all lay the premonition that he had somehow earned her unfaithfulness.

“Not everything is about you, Mulder,” she dismissed, as he tried to grope in the dark to make sense of her behaviour.

“Yes, but it’s...” He wanted to say “it’s my trust you’ve broken, my heart that is leaking bloody confusion all over these tile floors” but he held back, again feeling as though there was an element to the puzzle he was missing. To regain some kind of equilibrium, he was going to have to break his end of their pact of silence.

“Scully, I know that you’re your own person. That you don’t need my approval to guide your actions. I may be a self-absorbed asshole, but those are things I know.”

She looked up at him, quietly receptive to whatever he was trying to say, and he closed his eyes and searched for the courage to say the necessary words.

“But I thought... I assumed, rather, that we’d both made the same choice. To devote ourselves to the work. For now. Until... well... I thought you knew. I thought that was enough for you.”

When he opened his eyes, she was looking at him with more open animosity than ever before, and he physically recoiled as though struck. Her voice was a diamond-edged blade as she spoke.

“I grew to admire many things about you, Mulder, as we came to know each other. But the one quality that stood out above the rest was your complete lack of hypocrisy. Don’t ruin everything by accusing me of behaviour you obviously have no problems condoning in yourself.”

With that, she rose and left their office battleground, heels tapping across the space he could very well have filled with a second desk. But it wasn’t about the desk. It never was. He was starting to believe it was about some transgression only Scully knew he had made.

If he thought karma was finished with him, however, he was sadly mistaken. Less than a week later, he was standing in the oncology ward of Holy Cross Memorial Hospital, listening in disbelief as Scully announced that their time together would be measured in mere days or months, not the forever he’d counted on.

Go to Seventeen: SpookyGal42.

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zenderalex · 3 years ago

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How do you go about selecting a Commercial Flake Ice Machine?

A Flake ice maker creates ice in its purest form. Flake ice, which is formed at temperatures below zero degrees Celsius, is mostly employed in fisheries, labs, and factories. Flake Ice is the greatest method for preserving perishables. Flake ice machines, for instance, ensure long-term freshness and a natural look of fish.

Flake ice is created immediately at low temperatures — as low as -8°C. Ice flakes, once produced, are dry, clean, hygienic, and handy. Because ice flakes have no sharp edges, they do not harm refrigeration surfaces and are therefore simple to store and carry.

If you are buying a flake ice maker for business use instead of an ice cube machine, keep the following guidelines in mind to guarantee you get the perfect one for your needs:

Power consumption: Before purchasing, make sure you understand your ice machine's power needs; otherwise, you will be compelled to make electrical changes when you have your equipment. The power consumption/kg or tonne measure provides an accurate indication of power demand and is different from the ice cube making machine.

Space and condenser category: It is critical to understand your ice flake maker's condenser. Condensers are classified into three types: distant air-cooled, water-cooled, and air-cooled. Remote air-cooled condensers move the heat generated by the ice-making process outside of the structure. Water-cooled machines are significantly more effective than air-cooled units and are ideal for harsh installation settings where ambient air temperatures and high humidity would effectively shut down an air-cooled machine. Air-cooled ice makers consume the most energy, although they are often less expensive to purchase than water-cooled units.

Capacity and size: The size of a commercial ice flake making machine is important since it influences how much ice it can make in 24 hours. This is significant because you will be able to predict if your machine can make enough ice flakes for the day's demand. You may want a little flake ice maker or a much larger industrial scale one capable of producing 20 tonnes of ice per day.

Warranty: Warranty and life expectancy are essential factors to consider. The three most critical components of an ice maker are the evaporator plate, compressor, and condenser. No matter what a flake ice machine vendor promises you, there is always the possibility that one of these complicated elements will fail. As a result, always ensure that the machine comes with a guarantee.

Purchase flake ice makers that are simple to use and consistent and come at an affordable ice flaker machine price. They should not require changes while producing continual ice and should not require to defrost cycles. Find a dealer with scientific design and many years of technical experience to assure great efficiency and energy savings. The product must be simple to maintain, easy to use, and have excellent electrical controls.

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mingzhu69 · 3 years ago

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How to Choose a Flake Ice Machine?

Before choosing a flake ice machine, first understand the working principle of the flake ice machine: 1. The compressor suctions and compresses, compressing the refrigerant into a high-temperature and high-pressure liquid state, 2. After the condenser is cooled, 3. The expansion valve throttles and evaporates, 4. The heat exchange of the ice bucket makes the water flowing through it quickly freeze into ice. Compressor, condenser, expansion valve, and evaporator (ice bucket) are the four major parts of ice making. To buy a flake ice machine, you must understand the equipment configuration, choose a strong ice machine manufacturer, and choose a flake ice machine brand with a good reputation in the industry.

Choose first-class brand refrigeration accessories

1. The compressor is the power component of the flake ice machine, accounting for 20% of the cost of the flake ice machine. Be sure to choose brand compressors, reliable quality, and industry-recognized compressors. For example, Bitzer of Germany, Copeland of Germany, Danfoss of Denmark, and Shanghai Hanbell are all international brand compressors recognized by the industry.

1. The evaporator is the ice component of the ice maker. The quality of the evaporator is related to the output and the quality of ice. Generally, the evaporator is made of carbon steel, aluminum alloy, and stainless steel. Stainless steel is not easy to rust, but it is expensive. Tips, the evaporator must be an ice maker manufacturer and can independently produce and design the evaporator to ensure quality and after-sales service.

1. The cooling method of the ice maker is divided into water cooling and air cooling, and the condensation efficiency will affect the output of the ice maker. The cooling method of the water tower is efficient, but the water source is sufficient and the water consumption is serious. Air cooling has a small footprint, does not require water, and has good cooling efficiency. Generally, small ice-making machines use air cooling, and large ice-making machines use water tower cooling.

1. The expansion valve is known as a capillary. Through refrigerant throttling, the normal temperature liquid refrigerant evaporator is turned into a low-temperature vapor state, creating low-temperature conditions for the evaporator to freeze. Choose industry-recognized brands, such as Danfoss, Emerson and other first-line international brands of expansion valve have a good reputation.

The Real Strength is Always Judged From Its reputation.

A strong manufacturer, the flake ice machine is guaranteed. Manufacturers can customize according to customer needs to adapt to the needs of different scenarios. The editor recommends Mercurius Refrigeration Equipment Co., Ltd an ice machine manufacturer, which is an enterprise specializing in R&D, design, production and sales, engineering installation and after-sales service of ice machines. The company is located in Xipeng Town, Jiulongpo District, Chongqing City 401326, P. R. China covering16,000 square meters which have complete processing from Blanking, Welding, Annealing, Machining to Chrome plating, Purging, Assembling and Test Running. The company independently designs and produces ICENICE brand Flake ice machines, Flake Ice Evaporator, Block ice machine, Ice Delivery System, Tube Ice Machine, Cube Ice Machine other ice making equipment. Efficient company operation mode, quality control management with everyone's participation, international first-line brand raw materials, ice-making equipment has been fully recognized by the market, and 260 dealers have been developed nationwide.

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cbsales · 4 years ago

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Importance of ice machine parts for ice making industry?

What is the principle of ice making?

Most refrigeration machines are made of 5 key components and they are the evaporator, the compressor, the condenser and the throttle valve. Ice machines works in the same manner. Here the low pressure refrigerant is compressed in to high-pressure vapor by compressor and then delivered to the condenser. The condenser converts the high pressured vapor in to high pressure liquid, which in turn is drained in the form of low pressure liquid in to the throttle valve. The liquid at this point is conducted to evaporator where heat exchange takes place and ice is formed. This is one full completed refrigeration cycle. The process is repeated to produce copious amount of ice or ice cubes.

Where ice machines are required?

You will find ice machines in most of the commercial establishments and also at homes and they need to function consistently to produce enough ice to meet demands. Availability of Ice machine parts is important because they machines can breakdown any time and you will need parts expressly to get the machines restored.

Types of ice machines or ice makers available to consumers

· Icemakers for hotels

· Portable icemakers for home

· Built-in and free standing ice makers for domestic purpose

· Industrial ice makers for commercialization

· Flake ice machine

· Cube icemakers

· Tube ice generator

· Sea water ice machine – used for preserving fish products and vegetables, fruits and meats

Commercialization of ice has made it a much sought after commodity so ice machines have found a niche in the food and food processing industry. Ice cubes are must items in bar, café, restaurant, hotel and catering industries. Parts for ice machines must be made available immediately if the machines are to run consistently. Your sources for ice machine spares is the AC parts distributors who apart from selling refrigeration equipment also sell parts for various air conditioning units and ice machines. Rising temperatures have made ice a necessity whether it is for a single family or individual, a small bar or a big hotel the demand is unanimous and insistent. As a refrigeration dealer or retailer it is important that keep parts for ice machines as they could breakdown any time and you will need to supply them at once to avoid disruption of business for entertainment and protocol industry.

AC parts like compressor, condenser coils, evaporator coils, refrigerant, expansion valve, and air filters are vital spares that can stop an air conditioning unit when it breaks down. As a dealer or wholesaler, stocking these items will prove lucrative as the demand is never dry.

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necromaniackat · 7 years ago

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God Damn: Chapter 3: Faulted

Summary: Julie Delaney was thirteen when she had her first child, Jude, with a drug dealer who bailed on her when the baby was born. Two years later she has her second child, Lakelynn, at seventeen with an unknown man. Julie travelled all the way from Nevada to Charming, California with her two young children and dropped them off at her older brother's doorstep in '81. Otto and Luann raised her and Jude with the help of the MC. When Otto went to prison in '94 Jude began to patch in as a member of the Sons of Anarchy Redwood Original. In '00 Jude was killed during a surprise attack they had during a run, he was shot down.

The club has been a part of my life since the very beginning. It’s all I’ve known, it’s all my brother and I have known all our lives. Ever since our mom dropped us off at our uncle’s house in ’81, back when I was a baby and my brother was a toddler. My brother died for the club. While I, I lived for it.

Warnings: Swearing. Slight smut. Triggering content.

Word Count: 4,486

The secret to a good lie is it runs parallel to the truth. –Unknown.

Luckily Jax and I didn’t spend too much more time at the unit, he got called to T.M and he was dry humping my last nerve. So it was for the best that we parted ways for a while. He rode off in the direction of T.M and I peddled towards my house. This time I didn’t get that feeling of being watched or followed. That gave me the idea that maybe I’m just being paranoid, my brain must be fried from all the stress that’s been sizzling around me that last few weeks. But that weird phone call told me otherwise.

My home was your average two bedrooms, one bath with a backyard kind of house but it worked for me. I didn’t need a lot of space, what I have is more than enough for me. I lived in a nice suburban neighbourhood a good distance away from everything and everyone. I didn’t want to completely cut everyone off but I needed my space. There’s a Son living in every direction from my place that was smack dab in the middle of all of them. When Happy is in from Tacoma he usually crashes in my spare room. He’s a good roommate, despite being the Tacoma Killer and all. He’s quiet and tidy, and he respects that this is my home so he never brings a croweater here. One time I heard him on the phone with his mom, he was trying to at least half convince her that he wasn’t up to mischief and he was being very respectful towards me and my home. He doesn’t know that I heard him tell her he loves her and misses her too. He will never know that because he has an image to uphold and I understand that he being kind of a mama’s boy can ruin that image and put his mom in some serious danger. So, I’ll keep my mouth shut.

I kept my bike leaned up against the side of my house, beside my car. This was a quiet neighbourhood; I didn’t need to worry about it being stolen or anything. With my keys at hand I unlocked my front door and stepped into the cool house. The radio played quietly on one of the book shelves that lined the entertainment unit. I always kept the radio on so it looks like someone is home. I hung my keys up on the small hook by the door and kicked my shoes off. I dropped my bag onto the couch. The house was quiet and it smelt clean. It was clean; things were neatly organized on the coffee table and on the entertainment unit. I didn’t spot a single fleck of dust or dirt anywhere. I peeked into the kitchen and it was the same deal; my morning dishes weren’t on the counter anymore, they’ve been washed, dried and put away. New groceries were found in the cupboards, fridge and freezer. The counters and table were wiped down and the floor has been swept and mopped. I could hear my washing machine chugging away in a hidden back room. My laundry that was in the hamper in my bedroom was now in the washer and the stuff that was in the dryer was neatly folded in a basket on my bed. The bedding that was on my bed was fresh, my dresser, nightstands and vanity had been wiped down and organized. And the carpet had been vacuumed and steam cleaned.

I smiled to myself, knowing Luann must’ve been by today to drop off some groceries and decided to stay and do some serious elbow grease type of cleaning. She sometimes does this while I’m not home. She’ll go on cleaning binges and just scrub everything in her house before going onto mine. But she’ll never do it when I’m home because I refuse to let her actually do anything besides have coffee and sit to chat with me.

After I sauntered back into the living room from my bedroom, I flopped down onto the couch and rummaged through my bag for my phone so I could call Luann and thank her for the maid’s service. She might be at the studio but I can always leave a message for her. I knew her cell number off by heart. I held the phone against my ear and waited for it to start ringing. It rang and rang and rang when finally, the voicemail chimed in with:

“Hello, you’ve reached the voicemail of Luann Delaney. I’m currently unavailable at the moment but you can leave your name and number, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

A loud beep yelled into my ear moments after my aunt’s pleasant voicemail message.

“Hey, it’s me. I’m just calling to say thanks for cleaning my place today. You’ve officially made Mr. Clean hang his head in shame. Oh, and thanks for the groceries. Call me back when you’re less busy. Love you, bye.” I left the quick message with a casual smile then hung up. I set my phone down on the couch beside me and leaned back into the pillows with a loud and tired sigh. I closed my eyes sleepily to appreciate the calmness that I was engulfed in. There were no people around me, no buzzing of lives needing to be lived, no guttural roar of motorcycles or sounds of fights breaking out, and there was no drama. I was alone at last. I love working with people, I honestly do but I need my alone time. I can’t function being around people all the time. It makes me feel claustrophobic and smothered. I can’t breathe when I’m around people all the time, even spending a night at Gemma’s makes me feel nervous and overwhelmed. Now if someone were to stay here, that’s a different story because I can lock myself in my room and be alone but I can’t do that at Luann’s or Gemma’s. And being at T.M is just exhausting. I need my quiet so I can unwind from the ball of stress and anxiety I become during the day. I’ve learned to appreciate the quiet calmness I let myself slip into every day.

But something nagged at the back of my mind amongst my well deserved peacefulness. Something caught my attention for less than a second but what was it, and where was it? My eyes peeled open and I sat forward, bringing myself back to my feet. I began to aimlessly wander through my empty house in search for whatever it was that was out of place and kept bugging my brain.

Before I could begin the manhunt for the intruding subconscious thought the metal frame of the front screen door rattled loudly against the inside frame with three knocks hidden amongst the noise. I let out a sigh and headed towards the front door where I saw Juice standing on the other side of the screen door, he was smiling like the idiot he was. But it made me smile a little bit as I went to see what he wanted.

“Hey.” He grinned from the other side of the screen.

“Hi.” I replied awkwardly. It was awkward, standing on my front porch with him in broad daylight. The only thing separating us was the screen door.

“You’re home now.” He observed. I had to suppress the smile that tried to work its way across my face.

“Clearly.” I commented cheekily. Juice nodded and made his little gasping noise he makes when he’s in a situation that makes him uncomfortable.

“Luann told Gemma your air conditioning was broken. Gemma told me to come fix it. I came by earlier but you didn’t answer the door. Gemma gave me keys but I didn’t want to intrude.” Juice, what can I say about Juice? He’s awkward at times, most of the time. He’s a hard worker and loyal to everyone who shows him compassion. Juice is basically a puppy before it’s been kicked.

“Thanks Juice but my air conditioner is toast, you can’t fix it. I need to buy a new one.”

“Yeah, I know. I did go around back to check it out. That thing was ancient history so I hauled it away and got you a new one. I can install it if you want” Juice admitted with a nervous voice. He stood awkwardly at my front door, he was trying his best to control his breathing and his body but his noticeably rising and falling chest and fidgeting hands gave him away. My heart swelled with flattery and astonishment. I knew a slight blush was making my face look rosier than it is. I couldn’t control it, I was flattered that he not only hauled away the piece of junk that couldn’t even cool off an ice cube but he bought me a new one and is offering to install it.

“Do you want help?” I offered after being rendered speechless. Juice’s smile broadened as he looked down at me.

“No. But I’d like some company, if that’s alright.” He replied surely. I gave him a short nod sided with a crooked smile.

“Yeah, that’s okay. Do you need any help carrying it to the back?” I inquired curiously, trying to assertively assist him so I don’t feel bad for him doing all this for me. He shook his head in denial of my offer and shrugged slightly.

“I dropped it off earlier. I’ve been back and forth between here and doing other things for T.M.” He replied with those nervous short gasps. I cocked an eyebrow at him curiously and crossed my arms over my bust line.

“How many times have you been here today?” Juice shrugged and tried to gather the information.

“I’ve been here about four times.” My brain clicked on a few things. Juice was the one who cleaned my house, not Luann. That boy has OCD or something, everything was spotlessly clean. I grinned at the organized nutcase on my doorstep for a moment before opening the screen door to let him inside. Juice wore his blue mechanic’s uniform, it was covered in oil, grease, dirt and whatever else gets ground into his clothes while on the job.

“What time did you start work today?” Juice asked from his squatting position between the house and the new air conditioner. I sat on the low rising deck beside him, basking in the afternoon sun.

“Five-thirty, just like every other day.” I muttered in response. As much as I love to work the morning shifts so I’m out for the afternoon, getting up before the ass crack of dawn doesn’t exactly make me the most excited person at the carnival.

“So, you were back here by one, you were the one I must’ve heard vacuuming and whatnot.” Juice’s words made my blood run cold. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him confusedly.

“No. After work I spent a solid hour helping Jax at the storage unit, looking for baby stuff.” I dreaded telling anyone I spent an hour alone with Jax; they’ll start to assume we’re “back together”. We were never together in the first place, we were messing around and that’s it. Tara had just left for Chicago, leaving Jax behind. He needed someone to be there for him and stupidly I said I’d do anything to help him out. I didn’t realize that meant two years of sex before I left for Reno. Reno is hellofalot closer than Chicago is, he could’ve come to visit me. He has been to the Indian Hills charter plenty of times but he didn’t even bother to come see me. The asshole.

“It must’ve been Luann.” I said, trying to calm my nerves and sooth his racing mind. Juice turned back to the machine and distorted his facial features. He looked back at me with deep creases running between his eyebrows. Juice shook his head at me.

“Gemma and Luann have been together all day at T.M. Besides, that wasn’t her car parked out front.” Juice commented honestly. He wouldn’t lie to be to scare me, he knows better. Besides, I don’t think Juice has the capability to do something so cruel and unusual.

My blood turned to ice and my heart jerked inside my chest. I could only look at the puppy like man squatting down in the grass beside me. His face said he was getting suspicious about this; I had to get him off my back. Give a dog a bone, right? Does it matter if the bone is made of lies?

“Y’know, my friend is starting up a cleaning company, she uses organic cleaners. Y’know, all-natural shit. She said she needed someone to test her products on, I offered my house. She said she was gonna be by today so I left the house unlocked for her in case she came by while I wasn’t here. That must’ve been her. What colour was the car you saw parked out front?” I devised a sort of false story. I do have a friend from High School who’s starting up her own cleaning company with organic cleaners but she lives in Arizona not in Charming. I also needed to know what colour the car parked outside was, I needed to know what to keep an eye out for.

“It was a candy apple red old sports car.” Juice gave me a small description of the car. I could tell he had something else to say to me. He puckered his lips for a moment and turned to me.

“It had a Nevada license plate.” He paused as the air in my lungs became led. Juice watched me closely, probably inspecting my reactions to what he said. He sighed and placed a hot hand on my knee. Juice looked up at me through his long dark eyelashes in a sincere caring way.

“Is there something I should know? Is there something you need to tell me?” He questioned in a low but firm voice. I debated actually telling him but if I told him he’d report back to Clay who will get the entire club involved, including Jax. I can’t let Jax know that something actually did happen in Reno when I was there. He’ll never trust me to leave Charming by myself again. He’ll never trust me again. Gemma will lose respect for me. The truth will kill Luann. It’ll probably drive Otto to murder, again. The truth will rattle my entire family. I can’t let them know what happened when I was in Reno.

I sighed weakly and shook my head.

“It must be a neighbour’s friend or relative visiting from Nevada.” I lied plainly. Juice frowned at me and turned back to the air conditioner, connecting hoses and whatnot to the house. He knew the truth. Maybe not the truth but he knew that I was lying. He has no choice but to believe what I say is the truth even though he knows better.

“When you’re ready to tell me the truth I’ll be there.” He stated truthfully. My heart pulled in my chest. Juice is a good guy; it breaks my heart to lie to him even when he knows that I’m lying. I sat in silence and watched him work. Turns out he did need my help after all, he asked if I could go inside and turn the A/C on and see if there’s any cold air blowing through the vents. I did as he said and at first it was just hot air but Juice fiddled around with the unit and then the control panel for a while then it began to blow ice cold air. Juice and I high-fived in victory and he smiled boldly at me.

“Right, let me go get the money I owe you.” I said to him with my hands on my hips happily. Juice waved his hand at me and pfft at me.

“You don’t need to pay me, Lake.” He protested humbly. I rolled my eyes at him and bit my lip. If I’ve learned anything from being around SAMCRO my entire life it’s that if someone does something for you and refuses payment it means they see you as a valuable pawn for the future. I’ve learned to take offence to people who don’t take my payments right away. I refuse to be used for their benefit in the future all because I’m in their debt. And that’s why I don’t like people doing things for me. I can’t allow myself to be in anyone’s debt, I can’t be used as a pawn in this life.

“Yes, I do. You’re being paid one way or another, now stay here.” I put an abrupt end to his humble protest. Juice groaned lowly but stayed where he was in my living room. I was almost tempted to flip him off. Either that or strap a bib on him and make him sit in time out for a while.

I walked down the hallway back towards my room to retrieve Juice’s payment for all his hard work when I felt my heart sink into a bottomless pit. There was a large fancy black metal framed mirror mounted on the crème coloured wall in the hallway. I could see into it but only from the shoulders up. A sharp gasp of air fled my lungs when I saw something tucked into the corner of the mirror. It was a picture that made me feel sick to my stomach. It was a picture of me in a very compromising position. This picture put me in a very compromising position. If anyone saw this photo it could ruin me. Nobody can see it.

“What’s that?” I heard Juice ask. I looked over at him standing at the mouth of the hallway with a curious look on his face. My attention went back to the picture. I shook my head and folded the picture, stuffing it into the back pocket of my pants.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” I replied. I sounded unsure, mainly because I was unsure. This is something I need to worry about. I don’t know who got this picture but they have information about me that could ruin my reputation in Charming.

Juice moved smoothly over to me from the mouth of the hallway, a staid mask covered his face as he towered over my small five foot two stature. I could practically hear his thoughts saying things like “Don’t lie to me, Lakelynn.” “I’m not Jax, you can talk to me.” Or there’s this golden saying that never fails to stir the pot just a little bit. “I know something’s wrong, let me help you. You can trust me.” It’s not that I don’t trust my family or Juice, it’s just . . . –I’m going to be shamed for the rest of my life if the truth gets out. I will be ruined.

“Would you like it if I stayed a while longer?” Juice asked softly, catching me off guard. The air lifted in my chest as I stared up at him wide eyed and my mouth agape. The serious mask that contorted his face bled into his usual lighthearted expression, he gave me a half smirk and an awkward one shoulder shrug.

“I know you like to be alone after work and all but I’m getting the vibe that you don’t want to be alone right now.” He awkwardly added. I managed to pop my eyes back into their sockets and pick my jaw up off the floor. Juice sometimes has the capability to make you utterly speechless. He’s so empathetic and kind. It’s hard to comprehend that he’s a part of an outlaw biker gang smuggling guns and whatever else.

And he was right. As much as I enjoyed my alone time at home there’s a brutal storm brewing and I’m scared of what may happen when it makes landfall. I don’t want to be alone right now.

“Yes.” I paused for a moment, nodding my head in agreement. “–I want you to stay for a while.” Juice’s half smirk became a full smile as he gave me a single nod. Without warning his arms drew around my middle and he pulled me into his body. My cheek was pressed against his chest, he smelt musky with sweat and whatever other scents stained his clothes at the garage. I let my arms tie around him and hold him just as firm as he was holding me.

“When you’re ready to tell me the truth, I’ll be right here to help you.” He murmured into my hair calmly, his voice was barely above a whisper. I bobbed my head slowly in understanding. My heart fluttered when I felt Juice press his lips against the top of my head for a moment before I pulled myself away from him. His innocent brown eyes found my gaze and stayed, we stared at each other for a long few moments. The tension between us was thick, not even a knife could cut through it. The pressure between us has been building for a while. It was about to bubble over.

I’m not sure if it was the tension that made me wrap my arms around his neck and yank him down until his lips crushed mine. Juice was taken by surprise for a small moment but then he went with it, his arms slid out from beside me until just his hands rested on the small of my back. He pulled me closer to him, tugging my hips assertively but gently until they rested against his. My balance wavered making me fall back against the wall behind me. We never broke apart. Juice’s body held me firmly between him and the cool wall. His mouth was capturing and dominating mine as his hands continued to pull my hips into his. I could feel the desperation radiating off his skin like summer heat; I matched it by clawing at his work shirt, hoping I’d be able to rip the buttoned shirt open to reveal the white tee shirt I can so easily remove from his scotching body.

Juice began to pull at the hem of my shirt, tugging it up my torso eagerly. His hands pawed at the damp skin on my waist and the small of my back. My heart galloped in my chest, sending steam to the surface of my skin. I was finally able to messily undo the small buttons on his blue shirt. The white shirt underneath looked brand new but the small oil stain at the collar gave away the reality. Our bodies began to accommodate to each other, legs spreading and hips nestling urgently. But rationality stole my brain away from the euphoric state it was drifting into. I reluctantly pushed him away, earning a confused stare from him. His eyebrows furrowed and concern outweighed the confusion.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned softly. I looked away from the taller man, peering towards the mouth of the hallway I bit my bottom lip with anxiety settling in the pit of my stomach. I looked back at Juice.

“It’s still daylight out.” I breathlessly observed the obvious. Juice smirked boldly and nodded.

“I can see that.” He replied with a strong and sure voice before he buried his face in the crook of my neck, leaving sloppy kisses as his hands wandered restlessly up and down my sides and the small of my back.

“Juice, we can’t.” I breathed through the exhilarated feeling captivating my brain as his mouth captured my neck some more.

“Of course we can.” He sighed against my throat. A smile broke across my face. My fingers kneaded at the blue uniform shirt, wanting it to vanish. I so desperately wanted clothes to vanish as well as all the stress inside. I wanted someone to hit that pressure valve.

“We have to wait until its dark outside.” I reminded him honestly. We always wait until it’s dark outside before he comes over. Having him here during the day makes me nervous. I know people have seen him come in and out of my house all day, they probably think he’s doing repairs and whatnot but they might also think we’re up to something together.

“Are you expecting someone to come by today?” Juice asked randomly as he continued to assault my neck and throat. I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head with a small ticklish smirk falling over my mouth.

“No.” I replied shortly. Juice stopped his sloppy assault on my neck and looked at me with a seriousness beaming in his dark eyes. He pursed his lips momentarily before his infamous grin appeared. His hot callused hands gently cupped my face. It felt like my skin was going to melt under his burning touch.

“Then why do we have to wait until it’s dark?” He asked rubbing his thumb over my cheek gingerly. I gave him an insecure half smile.

“Someone will see you.” I whispered to him with wasps in my stomach. Juice let a small smile fall across his face as he continued to rub his thumbs over my cheeks in a calming and reassuring way.

“People have seen me coming and going all day. They already know I’m here. So, what does it matter?” He posed a good point. I know I’m all kinds of paranoid, especially right now but I can’t let this dirty little secret out. I can’t let these dirty secrets out. If the club finds out about me and Juice and what we’ve been doing for the last couple years, Juice will probably be killed for it. Jax will actually kill him. But Jax isn’t here right now and he doesn’t dictate who I sleep with or see in general. I’m a twenty-eight year old woman; I don’t need Jackson Teller telling me I can’t have a boyfriend . . .–I mean, a fuck buddy. Besides, Juice and I haven’t been together in weeks, so what does it matter if we’re together in the daytime? Who’s gonna see us? The ghost? I’m not expecting anyone to come over, and if someone is coming by they’ll call me first to make sure I’m alright with their company. Unless it’s Luann or Gemma, they just kind of show up and take over. However Juice said they’ve been together at T.M all day so if they do come by they’ll let me know or they’ll have me go meet them at the clubhouse. But that probably won’t be until this evening or later tonight. All in all, Juice and I have a few hours to have our dirty fun.

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nerdymm93-blog · 7 years ago

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So I just re-watched Civil War, and I still can’t understand Iron Man’s side of it. Don’t get me wrong, I love Tony Stark, but this is the first time I couldn’t get behind him.

Let’s look at the time line of captain from the movies. He gets this super serum and is finally strong and able bodied and the government wants him to sell bonds for the war. Sure maybe that helped with war efforts but I suspect it was more to line pockets than anything, meanwhile the war rages on and Steve is just suppose to sit back and not do anything, because government’s orders. Then his best friend’s life is on the line, as well as many other soldiers, and he can’t just sit back anymore. So he gets into the war and he makes a huge difference, and only then because he went against the government. Steve wants to be sure he can have a say in where he goes, because he doesn’t want this to happen all over again.

Fast forward to when Steve comes out of the ice. He wakes up just 2 weeks before everything that happens in the avengers movie. Almost every person he ever cared about is dead, he’s definitely not had enough time to adjust to modern tech. He has no friends and no one has really reached out to help him during this time, but then he’s back on a mission helping the avengers. He comes to find out that his own government is making weapons of mass destruction from the cube he went down into the ice to protect. He has to get past that though, because alien invasion and all, but then it gets worse because his government sends a nuke towards Manhattan. Here Iron Man saves the day and it all works out, but could you imagine them in control of the avengers?

Anyway back to the time line and you have Hydra back and trying to take over the world, they have managed to infiltrate shield and who knows where else, so it stands to reason that letting any governments control the avengers, could be opening them up to Hydra.

Now go to Age of Ultron, Iron Man built Ultron, so I guess I understand why he might want to be put in check, but honestly if he had just listened to the other Avengers, maybe talked to them about his plan, none of this would have even happened.

Now with Civil War, yes, they did some damage, and yes some innocent lives were probably lost, which is not what any of them want. Still likely allot more death and carnage would have played out is they hadn’t intervened. Now suddenly the government(s) ant them to sign the accords. They want to have them all registered, anyone who ‘isn’t human’. Which right there is dangerous thinking because how do they know that their basic human rights will continued to be guaranteed if they are registered as ‘not’ human.

Steve is the only one in the movie who is actually shown reading the accords they are just expected to sign the dotted line or be considered criminals. Criminals with no right to a trial or a lawyer, locked away on a raft with no contact with the outside world, we will later find out. You know Wanda was in a straight jacket and they had to have found some way to keep her powers in check and considering how she looks when Tony is there, I don’t imagine it’s anything very ‘humane’.

Steve has so many reasons NOT to want to sign the accords. If Tony knew anything about Steve, not Captain America, but Steve, then he would not have just expected him to sign on the dotted line. Then Bucky comes into the picture. Bucky who knows things about Steve like the fact that he used to put newspapers inside his shoes. Bucky who knows Steve, who always knew Steve, and didn’t care to remember Captain America, but he remembered Steve Rodgers, that’s for sure.

Bucky who was lost 70+ years ago, but according to Natasha he had only been the Winter Soldier for about 50. which means Bucky was fighting their mind control for DECADES. Even if you aren’t a fan of Bucky, he’s a POW. Was a POW for longer than anyone, and they messed with his head like Loki did with Clint. Everyone seems fine with Clint, who killed men he probably knew. Steve just lost the only other person in the world that knew him as that scrawny kid from Brooklyn, and he’s not going to lose Bucky too. Either way he wasn’t likely to sign the accords, but of all the avengers only Natasha reached out to him. If Tony was really friends with Steve he would have reached out, or at least I would hope he would.

Of course Tony was more than happy to blast Sam when his friend in the War Machine was down. Sam was trying to save him just like Tony was, he hadn’t shot him, he had just avoided the blast from vision, but Tony blasted him like it was his fault. Didn’t even think twice about it. At no point did Tony offer input on how to help Bucky, and considering Tony used to be an arms dealer, you would think he would be the one wanting to give people second chances.

Then there is the reveal, and Tony learns that Bucky killed his parents, and this I can understand to some degree. It might have been years ago but Tony still is having trouble with it, can’t reconcile it. He just want’s to hurt the man who killed his mom, but that wasn’t Bucky Barnes. No he might have had his face, but that was the Winter Soldier.

Tony is gone though, and he would have killed Bucky, the only person who Steve has from before, and Tony doesn’t care. He can’t see past his own grief.

I saw some people tried to make Captain and Bucky into villains, saying two against one, but Tony Stark is in a medal suit and is trying to KILL Bucky. They tried running, Steve tried distracting him so Bucky could get away and hopefully Tony could cool off, but Tony essentially trapped them both in there. Steve and Bucky are just trying to stop him, but’s he got the fire power, he’s got the rage, he’s in a metal suit. Meanwhile Steve is feeling every hit taken, and maybe Bucky can’t feel his metal arm (I think he might if the way he acted was anything to go on) he can sure as hell feel the rest of his body getting beat. Steve hasn’t looked this beat up probably since he was still that stupid kid from Brooklyn picking fights he probably couldn’t win.

It wasn’t until Steve realized that he probably wasn’t going to get Tony to see reason, that he realizes if he doesn’t stop him, Tony really will KILL Bucky, that Steve finally shows his ‘dark side’. That’s the first time Tony seems to see Steve, he looks shocked, like he can’t believe it.

The thing that really gets me though, is when Tony says Steve doesn’t deserve that shield. That’s when I knew Tony was never Steve’s friend. Tony may have grown up hearing about Captain America, maybe at one point he even idolized the man, and yeah he worked with him, but he never knew Steve. Because Steve has always been about people, and if you think for one second that he would give up his best friend for a piece of metal then you don’t know Steve Rodgers.

Still in the end Steve holds out the olive branch with the burner phone, he reaches out to Tony.

The sad thing is I love Tony, I have been on his side most of the time, but not this time. I really hope to see the two of them get past this, and maybe really become friends.

So Yeah I’m very much Team Cap.

#captain america #team cap #steve rogers #tony stark #civil war #feels #whyareyoutearingthisfamilyapart #Dang it Marvel fix this!#Poor Bucky #Bucky needs a hug #Steve Rodgers needs a hug #I'm still so emotional from this movie

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filmfanatic82 · 7 years ago

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The Long Game (Chapt 1: Prologue)

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“19” the casino dealer announces as he flips over a card, revealing a king of club. He adds it to the already showing nine of hearts in front of Kim.

Kim mindlessly draws circles with her wrist, swirling the ice cubes around in her tumbler of whiskey. She slightly bites down on her bottom lip and furrows her brow, as she pretends to study the cards on the table for a moment or two.

In all actuality, Kim doesn’t even need to give the cards a second glance. She knows exactly what’s going to transpire. Chalk it up to years of doing nothing but refining her skills. Game after game. Casino after casino. There simply isn’t a blackjack table from Vegas to Atlantic City that Kim hasn’t owned at one point or another.

It isn’t card counting. No, that would be too easy to detect. And besides, Kim doesn’t need to resort to the standard tricks of the trade. Not when she has her powers readily available to use whenever she pleases.

It’s more akin to what most would describe as ESP. A strange sixth sense of sorts that allows Kim to read not only those around her, but moreso predict what’s to come. Of course, it’s not 100% percent accurate. Nothing in life, as Kim has painfully come to learn, is. But through hours and hours of migraine-inducing practice, she has managed to hone it to a point where she can turn it off and on at a moment’s notice.

Kim lets out an elongated sigh and runs her hands through her slicked back, short, choppy locks, taking the extra precaution not to get her bulky silver rings stuck as she does. She then looks up at the dealer and with an ever so slight hesitation, taps her fingers on top of her cards.

The dealer reads the signal with a mild sense of shock. “You sure?”

Kim nods and takes a long sip of her whiskey. “As I’ll ever be.”

With those words, the dealer flips over another card, revealing the two of spades. “Blackjack.”

A small, but noticeable smirk crawls across Kim’s lips as she gives the signal to hold. She doesn’t need to see the dealer’s hand. Kim already knows she’s won.

The dealer proceeds to flip over his second card, five of hearts. “Five of hearts. Dealer has 17.”

Kim takes a moment, as the dealer counts out a neat stack of $100 chips, to readjust her sleeves of her black leather motorcycle jacket.

She grabs a random chip off of the vast pile before her and begins to dance it between her fingers. Back and forth and back again.

One more hand. Just one more before the shift change.

Kim closes her eyes for a brief moment and downs the rest of her whiskey with one, hard swig. It burns its way down the back of her throat, dulling the array of emotions bubbling just beneath the surface.

Just one more hand before she’ll come face to face with--

CLAP.

Kim’s eyes pop back open at the all too familiar sound of the dealer clearing his hands. She’s miscalculated. There isn’t one more hand after all.

A wave of panic washes over Kim as her hand subconsciously reaches upwards and grabs hold of something buried just beneath the collar of her grey v-neck shirt.

“Miss, it’s been a pleasure and I hope your luck continues with my colleague,” the dealer says with a warm smile.

“Thanks,” Kim manages to reply as she mentally pushes her internal panic back on down and replaces it once again with her cold, almost emotionless, facade.

“Drinks?”

Kim whips around in her seat, back momentarily facing the table, just in time to catch the waitress as she passes on by. “Bulleit on the rocks.”

“Sure thing, Honey,” the waitress responses, writing down Kim’s order.

Kim drops a $25 chip onto the waitress’ tray and then, “Actually, make it a double.”

“You’ve got it.” The waitress scurries off, back into the sea of gamblers, making sure to pocket the chip as she does.

Kim knows she shouldn’t be throwing her money around like that. Especially given that she’s on borrowed time. But still, old habits die hard, and she also knows that if she doesn’t tip well, then she’ll most likely end up getting served a crappy ass whiskey instead and she can’t afford to have a hangover. Not with what she needs to do.

“Straight up whiskey on the rocks. My kinda woman,” an all too familiar voice calls out from behind Kim with a slight tone of friendliness that signifies one thing and one thing only… that voice is blissfully unaware what’s to come.

Kim takes a deep breath, runs her hands again through her hair in a half-ass attempt to smooth down the loose strands, and then with all the confidence she can muster, turns back around.

And suddenly, time stands still.

There, on the other side of the table is the most beautiful woman that Kim has ever laid eyes on. A woman that has haunted her dreams for the better part of that last eight years. The one that should’ve been Kim’s forever, if only a pesky little thing called destiny hadn’t gotten in the way first.

To say that time has been kind to Trini, is a vast understate. No, it’s been beyond kind. It has made her more breathtaking in ways that Kim never could’ve imagined.

Trini’s signature ombre locks have now been replaced with a sleek, sophisticated bob that cuts sharply at her jawline and angles down around her face, somehow extenuating her classical features even more than ever before. But this isn’t the only noticeable change. No, she’s somehow softer looking. More feminine even, with seemingly flawless makeup and medium sized silver hoop earrings.

A singular and jarring thought flashes across Kim’s mind as her eyes finally move upwards to meet Trini’s chocolate brown orbs. Twenty-five-year-old Trini in some ways is a complete and utter strange.

The flirtatious smile instantly drops off of Trini’s face as the realization of who’s exactly sitting before her crashes into her like a mac truck. Her face quickly cycles through flashes of emotions. Surprise… Sadness… Anger… and then, settling in on nothing. Just a hard, cold stare, devote of any emotion whatsoever.

“Hey.” Kim quietly whispers, breaking the silence between the two of them.

But Trini doesn’t respond. She goes about setting up the cards and stacks of chips as if Kim’s just another stranger looking to play a hand or two of blackjack. “Place your bet.”

Kim places a large stack of $100 chips down in the designated circle without even taking a moment to double check just how much she’s betting. It’s an impulsive move. She’s know it, but yet can’t seem to help herself. It’s not about the bet. Not this time.

“That’s it?” Trini scoffs with a subtle hint of sarcasm to her voice. “Not gonna go all in?”

Kim looks up, locks eyes with Trini once again, and then, unceremoniously slides the rest of her chips forward.

“Here you go, Sweetheart,” the waitress announces as she places Kim’s glass of whiskey down in front of her.

“Thanks.” Kim picks up the glass and takes a much needed sip, letting the whiskey burn its way down her throat as Trini deals out the cards.

Nine of clubs and Seven of hearts. Not the strongest of hands, but, then again, it doesn’t matter.

Kim takes a quick look at her cards and then at the queen of spades showing in front of Trini. She signals to hold.

“You’re fucking kidding, right?” Trini blurts out unable to help herself.

Kim shakes her head and continues to sip on her whiskey.

“Imbecíl,” Trini mutters under her breath as she flips over her hidden card revealing a five of hearts. “Dealer has 15.”

Trini draws another card and turns it over. Eight of clubs. Bust. “23. Dealer bust.”

Another moment of silence falls between the two of them as Trini starts to count out Kim’s winnings. Then--

“Trini…”

Trini looks up from the stacks of chips with a flash of anger in her eyes. “Why the hell are you here, Kimberly?”

A icy cold chill runs down Kim’s spine at the sound of her full name. It feels foreign and yet oddly familiar, like a ghost of distance, happier memories.

“You’re in danger.”

“And?”

But Kim doesn’t respond. She knows deep down that she has to be careful with her words, regardless of how much her impulsive side is begging to tell Trini everything. Every last detail of the past eight years. Every last secret.

“You suddenly up and care that I’m in danger? Why the fuck now?” Trini can’t hold back her emotions, momentarily forgetting where they are.

“Because of this.” Kim reaches into her pocket, pulls out her pink power coin, and places it on the table. “Something’s coming for us. All of us. And trust me, it isn’t good. We need to return to Angel Grove.”

Trini stares at Kim in sheer disbelief for a moment or two as the words fully sink in, then--

“Fuck you.”

“Trini…”

“No. Seriously. Fuck you, Kimberly.”

“Trini, I’m telling the truth.”

A harsh laugh escapes Trini’s lips as she narrows her eyes in pure and utter disdain. “So convincing.”

“Trini, I--”

“Place your bet or leave,” Trini states, once again devote of any emotion whatsoever.

Kimberly runs her hands through her hair and takes a deep, sobering breath as she doubles her efforts to keep her emotions at bay. She then reaches out, sntaches up the glass of whiskey, and throws the rest of it back with one, hard swallow. “Okay.”

Trini starts to go about dealing out the cards, when suddenly she’s caught off guard by the sound of chips sliding across the table. “What are you--”

“For the dealer.” Kim finishes sliding her entire pile of chips towards Trini and then simply stands up, re-adjusts her jacket, and gives a slight nod good-bye. “Be careful, T.”

And with that, Kim gathers up all of the will power she has left and starts to make her way through the labyrinth of tables and slot machines, not allowing herself even the slightest of glances back at the woman who owns her heart. She can’t… At least not today.

#trini #kimberly hart #trimberly #trini x kimberly #fanfic #power rangers #power ranger 2017

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jackrudolph14-blog · 5 years ago

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6 Questions To Review Before Buying The “Easy” Ice-Making Machine

Whether it is hard drinks on the rocks or a plain glass of water with few cubes of ice in the summer, it is something that most people would always like. Towards this hospitality, ice has played a crucial role. It has changed the course of drinks and led to the invention of many soft drinks where ice is the backbone.

The ice machine also has a pivotal role. It has made available ice in a large amount. Whether it is a commercial eatery or a house, it has become one of the top picks. However, the availability of so many brands of different capacity has purchased the ice machine quite confusing. One of the experts from the Scotsman ice machine decodes this perplexity in the form of simple questions. These questions need to be looked out for before placing the order for the machine

1.What is the Temperature Range that can be set for the Machine?

Believe it or not, the taste of the frozen water changes considerably if not solidified in the proper temperature range. It is needed to make sure about the ambient temperature that the machine can produce. The complexity in the molecule depends on how well the ice has been formed. Extraction of heat excites the molecules and in turn, affects the flavours.

2.Which is the Best Brand for the Ice Machine at Present?

With the availability of the different producers in the market, it has been quite tough for the buyers when it is about picking up the right choice. However, according to the producers from the Scotsman ice machine, the manufacturer’s market presence, the number of grievances, and the service should be considered before purchasing.

3.What is the size of the Bin on Offering?

It is one of the crucial points to take into consideration. For the residential use, small to medium size bin can be great. However, for the commercial purpose, icemakers with larger containers should always be preferred. This will ensure that the servings are done smoothly.

Apart from this, it will also decide how much ice a person will need in the entire day.

4.What is the Right Size of Ice Cubes?

Every icemaker has different moulds. According to one of the dealers of Scotsman ice machine, buyers need to ensure the size of the ice cubes they would probably need. Based on the requirement, the moulds should be purchased. Big brands provide their customers with frames of different sizes.

5.What is the Warranty & Guarantee Coverage?

When it is about purchasing a costly machine, the buyers should always take into consideration the warranty period and guarantee provided by the manufacturer. It is always recommended to go for the brands that have clear terms and conditions on resolving the issue if any appears in the ice maker.

6.Does the Machine need any extra Power Source?

Before the purchase, it is needed to consult with the service provider regarding if the machine would need extra installation for the power supply or not. According to a dealer of Scotsman ice machine, a big size machine would always need an additional electrical power source.

Conclusion

Going through some of the basics queries is always going to help streamline the purchase. In addition to this, it would always make the purchase the right one.

#Scotsman ice machine

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petescycleco · 5 years ago

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Announcing the New 2020 Triumph Street Triple RS

Designed to be the ultimate performance street bike, Triumph’s top specification 2020 Street Triple RS gets a major step up in performance from a significant engine update developed by Triumph’s Moto2 engine team. It features all-new, more aggressive styling and continues to set the category benchmark for light weight, intuitive handling and overall capability.

Category-defining from the very beginning Light, fast, fun, agile and stylish – the Street Triple has been a game-changer since its launch in 2007. It redefined the middleweight sports category, establishing itself as the first choice for its combination of aggressive looks, intuitive handling, thrilling power delivery and unique triple soundtrack. Evolving from the renowned 675cc triple powerplant to the exhilarating 765cc in 2017, the Street Triple once again raised the bar as the lightest bike in class with all-new, state-of-the-art technology, high-specification chassis, and Triumph’s signature exceptional standard of finish and detailing. For 2020, the new Street Triple RS takes another step up in performance and ride-enhancing technology. Combining trademark handling, high-specification suspension, Brembo brakes and aggressive tires, the new Street Triple RS is perfect for the street and the track.

A major step up in performance – more power, more torque Developed by Triumph’s expert Moto2 engine team, the new Street Triple RS benefits from a significant update to its characterful 765cc triple engine. The result is a substantial increase in torque, now 9% higher in the mid-range, before peaking at an even higher 58 LB-FT at 9,350rpm. The new exhaust balance pipe smooths the torque curve for exciting, usable torque accessible across the entire rev range. Power is also up by 9% in the mid-range and peaking at 121 HP at 11,750rpm, making the new Street Triple RS a totally addictive ride. Engine updates include a new exhaust cam optimized for more mid-range performance and new, higher-precision machining on the crank shaft, clutch and balancer, which lowers inertia and reduces engine mass. The throttle is even more responsive as a result of a 7% reduction in rotational inertia, which combined with the increase in torque across the rev range, delivers a notable improvement in immediacy. There is also a new silencer on the Street Triple RS, now freer flowing due to the twin catalyst system reducing restriction and lowering emissions. It’s finished off beautifully with a premium carbon fiber end cap tastefully delivering more of the bikes distinctive triple sound. This new tonality is created from exhaust system refinements and the all-new intake duct, which together improves the crispness and purity of the tone, providing a smoother balance between intake and silencer sound. The slick gearbox on the new Street Triple RS has short first- and second-gear ratios, delivering exceptional acceleration and crisp gear changes. Higher-precision machining also enables the removal of the anti-backlash gears, reducing mass and adding further refinement. Plus, the Street Triple RS retains its high-specification slip and assist clutch for a really light feel, reducing clutch lever effort and improving rider comfort and control.

Aggressive attitude, poise and style The Street Triple RS has an aggressive new look with a tasteful update to its iconic styling. The LED headlights are all-new and feature a striking shape and a sharper and more purposeful style. They are also now whiter and brighter. More angular bodywork is augmented with cleaner lines lending the bike a forceful, aggressive stance. A redesigned fly screen and air intake are more pronounced, complementing the shape of the updated headlight. The side panels, rear unit, seat cowl and belly pan are all-new and distinct from the previous model. The silencer has also been restyled to be more sporty and compact, with a beautiful carbon fiber finisher with Triumph badge branding. Plus, there’s enhanced detailing across the motorcycle with new contemporary mirrors and branded handlebar clamp. Harmonized component finishes include blacked out control plates and rear footrest hangers, plus satin-metal heel guards and silencer finish. Representing the pinnacle of the Street Triple range, the Street Triple RS has the highest level of finish and is available with a new Titanium Silver main frame, matching the finish used on the Speed Triple models. For even more contemporary style, the new Street Triple RS is presented in two different color schemes: Matte Jet Black with Aluminum Silver and Yellow decals, or Silver Ice with Diablo Red and aluminum Silver decals. Both paint scheme options include hand-painted Diablo Red wheel pinstripes and an aluminum Silver rear sub-frame.

Even better technology On top of its category-leading high standard of technology, the 2020 Street Triple RS now features an even higher level of technological specification. The TFT system now has enhanced functionality with the MyTriumph connectivity system software ready to be used with the accessory-fit Bluetooth module. This enables GoPro interaction, turn-by-turn navigation and phone/music operation via the ergonomically optimized switch cubes displayed on the TFT screen. It also features new second generation graphic schemes, available in four different styles. The TFT screen angle can also be adjusted for optimum visibility to suit rider height. The latest Triumph Shift Assist has now been added as standard to the new Street Triple RS, making the bike much more capable, particularly on track. This enables smooth comfortable gear changes while maintaining the accelerator position, which reduces rider fatigue. The five improved riding modes (Road, Rain, Sport, Track and Rider Configurable) have now been optimized to suit the bike’s higher level of performance for maximum rider control. These modes adjust throttle response, ABS, and traction control settings, and can easily be selected while riding. Rain mode restricts power to 99 HP for enhanced safety and control. Complementing the new technology, the Street Triple RS retains its high level of standard specification, including ride-by-wire, adjustable ABS and switchable traction control. Maximum street and track capability As the lightest bike in its class, the new Street Triple RS has an incredible power-to-weight ratio that is key to its category-leading performance, making this an agile, exhilarating bike for a range of riders. Further contributing to the Street Triple’s agility and precise, engaged handling, it also boasts the lightest wheels in the class. The iconic gullwing swingarm delivers both torsional stiffness and lateral flexibility, maximizing stability at higher speed while its optimized pivot position provides natural resistance to compressing the rear shock under hard acceleration. Together, these enable tighter corner exits and the Street Triple’s precise chassis behavior. The new Street Triple RS features fully adjustable 41mm Showa big piston front forks, with 4.5-inches travel, and fully adjustable Öhlins STX40 piggyback reservoir monoshock rear suspension unit, with 5.2-inches rear wheel travel. For incredible stopping power and class-leading braking performance, the Street Triple RS features top-spec Brembo M50 4-piston radial monobloc front calipers paired with a Brembo ratio and span adjustable brake lever, and a Brembo sliding rear caliper. Pirelli’s latest-generation, fully street-legal, high-performance Diablo Supercorsa SP V3 tires help the new Street Triple RS deliver race track performance and excellent grip and stability. Finally, for more comfortable pillion ergonomics and improved leg space, the pillion seat is now higher than the previous generation.

60+ genuine Street Triple accessories for added protection, comfort and style To personalize the new Street Triple RS, Triumph have a range of over 60 genuine accessories, including contemporary new, first-inclass, scrolling LED indicators, a new fly screen visor, and new machined mirrors and reservoirs. There’s also the new Bluetooth module for access via the TFT instruments to phone and music operation, turn-by-turn navigation, and GoPro camera operation. Plus there’s a new range of stylish water resistant luggage with quick release mounting, including a tank bag and tail pack. For added comfort, there are internally wired multi-setting heated grips, while for additional style and detailing, there’s tail tidy, and clear rear light assembly. Taking the category benchmark-setting Triumph Street Triple RS to a whole new level, the extensive updates to the new 2020 model adds to its incredible credentials, making this the ultimate performance street bike.

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The Stupid-Simple Budgeting Trick I'm Using to Stop Blowing 5 Figures a Month

Ill set the stage for you. Every Friday, the credit card balance email would arrive, and I would be physically sick and terrified to open it. It was like the Russian roulette of email, wondering how horrible of a job we did this week at following our budget. Oh my god, how did we spend this much money? *Insert the throwing up emoji.* I felt like a complete failure. How did we do this again? Didnt we figure this out finally? The Background Having a clear budgetand a clear process for where the income goesis essential. My wife and I have worked together on our budget for years now. But its also easy for the lifestyle creep to begin, to get shiny object syndrome. Wed had the blessing of our income steadily increasing for a number of years, but for a time, our skills and diligence with saving, budgeting, and knowing what to do with the money had not grown with it. You may be thinking, Tough life. The trolls of the internet are literally digging their way through the interwebs towards this post as we speak. The guys complaining about having all these bucks to blow on whatever. Let me suggest instead we put the focus on this adage:Its not what you make, its what you keep.

The Excuses For multiple months in a row, my wife and I would have these weekly conversations about sticking to our budget. We would then take turns arguing back and worth about what we had or hadnt done. Where we spent the money and whose fault it was. There were lots of great reasons why we had made the decisions we hadand how it would be totally different the following week or month. The problem is, these were all excuses. This dinner. These things for the kids. Some hunting crap. The thing on the counter. That lunch. These toys for the kids. That tractor part I had to have. That little flight across the country. Fancy new shades. These Lululemon pants. Anyway, you know what all of that really is, right? Excuses. No ownership of the problem. Related: 4 Steps to Buy the Car You Want Within the Budget You Can Afford The Results At the end of the game of your favorite sports team, its easy to see the score, right? There is a winner and a loser. Back then, our budget, savings, and investments were the big fat losers. And our credit card, the stupid crap we were buying, and our bad behavior and habits were winning. Although we were making awesome money on a regular basis, I was feeling literally broke. Our system and our budget wasnt working. We were literally paying these credit card bills in increments and could blow more than five figures on a monthly basis. So embarrassing. Something had to change. The Conversation My wife and I were texting back and forth. I believe that conversation went something like: Me: Hi love, hope you are having a great day [adorable kiss emoji]! Mrs.: Thanks love, you too. Awesome day with the kids here. Im sure youre out there crushing it, you amazing man you. What an adorable beard you have, too. Ill have a whiskey waiting for you on the counter with one of those cool round ice cubes as soon as you get home tonight. [Some embellishment here may be possible.] Me: Oh yeah, thanks love. Crushing it ALL. DAY. Me: BTW, have you happened to look at the credit card today? Mrs.: No, been busy with the kids at the library and the grocery store, then taking care of your stuff, then cleaning, and then school with the kids, and then Me: Yeah, its like $4k. THIS WEEK! How in the world did we do this, AGAIN! Mrs.: Wow. Me: What in the world are we going to do? This is such a nightmare. Mrs.: Its time. We need to go back to the envelope system. Me: Holy cow, why didnt I think of that? The Transition to the Envelope System Ill point out, its not an easy transition after you are used to doing whatever you want. And believe me, I was at least 50% if not more like 70% at fault for the spending in the household. Its fun to get whatever you want. But it also has its downsides. Like blowing all your money, leaving you feeling broke and stuck. If you arent familiar with this, Dave Ramsey and many others have spoken at length on the envelope system. The premise is, you write out your budget for how you will spend your money monthly. Anything that is paid directly, like a car payment or a mortgage, is accounted for, which would then be paid via bill pay. Then, everything else budget-wise, such as eating out, clothes, groceries, fun money, kids sports, toys, whatever, is paid out by cash from the envelopes. No exceptions.

The Execution Usually, I have a monthly draw from our business around the first. So, after having my draw completed, I walked into the branch of the bank and walked up to the teller I knew by name. I handed her my check and then asked, Id like to deposit this check, and Id also like to withdraw $4,000 in cash please. I had this feeling she was thinking to herself, Is this dude really taking that much to the strip club? Wow. I got a pretty good chuckle at that thought. I let the pause go for another few seconds, and then said, We are doing the envelope system at home now. Have you heard of it? Related: The Foolproof Monthly Budget: How to Save Up Money to Buy Investment Properties It fun to share what we were doing as she gathered everything together. She stepped back over to the teller station with this giant stack of cash. I was thinking, did she do the math wrong here? Its like 2+ inches think, made up of $20s and $100s. She counted it once (with a machine in that quantity) and then walked over to me to count it out. I swear it felt like five minutes counting these bills out. Every few minutes, I would look around to see if there were other people around wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into. I was thinking, I wonder if this is what the drug dealers feel like? And now I have to walk out of the bank with this. The cash doesnt fit in the bank envelope. Or two. So I just carried the stack out and walked directly to my truck. When I got home, I showed my wife this same stack of cash and said something funny like, Giddy up, momma. Im sure she was impressed. And I was seriously hopeful this would finally get us back on track. The Outcome The previous time we used the envelope system, maybe four or five years ago, we used them for well over a year, with great success.We have now been doing the envelopes for two or three weeks. And just like the last time, I have felt an immediate sense of calmness in our decision. If we want to eat out, we do. If my wife needs something for the kids, she gets it. But we know that the money in the envelope is what is budgeted, and we have to work together within the categories to make sure we are on the same page. Its a lot harder to spend a $100 bill out of your wallet than it is to pull out your credit card and swipe it. So, I will do a follow-up on this in another six to nine months and give examples of what we have run into, what was working, what we had to tweak, and some of the results from savings and spending. Final Thoughts Its my goal with this post to tell the truth. Making money is actually the easy part. Keeping it, investing it, and not raising your lifestyle every time you make more money is hard. No matter if you make $2k a month or $100k a month, you need a budget. You need to tell your money where its going and to hold it and yourself accountable for the outcome. No more excuses. No more email roulette with the credit card statement. Own the outcome, and lets get after it.

How do you budget in your householdwhat has worked, and what have the challenges been? Comment below! https://www.biggerpockets.com/renewsblog/how-not-to-blow-5-figures-a-month/

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