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Been eyeing this buffalo check stag at Canadian Tire since last year and it FINALLY went on clearance and I was able to grab it for $10!!

Still lots of work to do on the holiday decorating but I am gonna build everything around this guy I love him so much

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sypnosis. a world of normality and what seemed to be hailed as fiction, had separate you from society and those who were once closest to you.y ou were thrown into a life of the unsightly, its beautiful horrors pushing you to the edge of death, but what happens if fate finally takes pity and answers your desperate, internal calls, having you bestowed with a savior made of white and blue hues?

cw. alternate universe, attempt of suicide, explicit, dark and mature content, family trauma, depression, prodigious burnout, people pleasing, breakdowns, physical harm, violence, dead dove: do not eat.

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It was a sick joke.

You didn't know what those things were, those otherworldly things that occupy space, matter, it was everywhere. you see them everywhere, on people's bodies, looking over them, in buildings, outside buildings, creatures that vary sizes, form and appearances.

All since your adolescence.

It was hard to ignore them in your every day life growing up, especially if they got too close to you, trying to make edge you into noticing them, challenging your courage, your fear when they loomed over you, all so they can have a confirmation that you can see them, and they can harm you.

Family, childhood friends, classmates, deciding that you were a "special child" all because you gushed about it to them, once, being taken to anywhere that involves psychological healing, emotional distress, any form of counseling.

You were deemed mental, the silence from the people who you thought should be your safe haven was loud, suffocating, and you grew to inevitably loathe them.

All the skills you acquired, be it the skill of music that astounded many but your own parents, the meals you provided for your family but they refused to participate in eating with you, all that crumbled, it was nothing to them now.

So, what did you do so criminal to them?

Was it the era of close mindedness that many parents seem to harbor at this time? Was it something personal? Did they just grow sick at the idea of having a daughter who couldn't be fucking normal?

“Don't give me that crap!” You screamed, it was gutteral, eyes diluted, all your nerves making you tremble in place.

You wanted to die, and you were going to.

You had the necessities. A chair, some strong wires, scissors? A knife? The train? No, you wanted them to discover your body, beside the suicide note you wrote with hate. Strangled, suffered, tears on the wooden floor. Mhm.

A last push of hardwork, preparing everything, a simple chair, a simple rope, and a simple mindset.

You didn't need to make a mess, you didn't want authorities meet you the first time in a bloody mess, you disappointed enough people, your parents, their expectations, your clan.

So... why not lessen everyone's burden by making it clean, simplistic farewell? Blue veins all over your neck, maybe a foaming in the mouth?

How will your once praised facial features look like when death claimed you? Was it going to look dull? Is it true that people's light in their eyes disappear when they die? Will you look prettier?

Uglier? Wait, your parents are going to be spending a lot in your funeral too, since they're always so damn flashy about anything, flaunting their money, their statuses. They'll for sure pretend to honor your name, as well as the people that are under your parent's lead.

Like sheeps, just like fucking sheeps.

Oh. You were done setting up already, already stood tall on the chair, viewing the window that gave in the only light in your life.

Cheers. To a new life with more pretty people, more pretty things, and a more pretty life.

...

Ah, but you didn't even get laid yet. You didn't even finish that one novel game's ending yet, that manga you wait for every week hasn't even finished yet, you didn't even do anything much yet. You didn't want t—“Huh?”

The moment your leg hovered over the space infront of you, it was a few seconds after you realized, that half of your apartment got ripped apart, you were standing on your chair, a rope loosely held around your neck, but the view before you was the very neighborhood you.

It was bright, shining, the sudden exposure blinded you, rendering you in a stunlock, putting you into a state of immense confusion.

What—“the fuck?” your eyes gleamed at the sight of something bizarre, catching sight that quelled your state of close death, no it wasn't the beautiful azure sky that slapped you right in the face with a breeze, or the heavy destruction in your surroundings, especially not typical grotesque, large scale creature that was levitating in the air before you.

It was it's pursuer, a white haired man, grinning with delight despite his aerial circumstances. He was in the middle of combat from the way he was moving against the—Wait. He can... see it?

He can see that creature? He can see it too?

Your heart pounded with fervor, your ears buzzed, ringing, fighting back to gasp for air from the revelation before you, and all that intensifies once two eyes that almost blended into the sky took notice of you, and the noose hanging around your neck especially.

His body shifted, and you noticed his sudden change of body language as gravity pulls him down, his gleeful expression reduced to a state of neutral seriousness, perhaps realizing the damage in the terrain he was fighting on, he was confident in his movement despite falling in the ether.

Your eyes remained on the sight of orange and golden destruction, fumes of smoke were heavy, pieces of cement everywhere, and you were now just processing the state of disarray your neighborhood was in, but you didn't care.

You didn't care. They probably didn't know the cause of this anyways, the media would definitely paint this unnatural scenario as something related to religion or a natural disaster, one of the two, they also can't see the gigantic otherworldly form in the sky anyways, but he can.

He can see it, he can see it like you do.

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Pest Control Truganina: Ensuring a Safe and Healthy Environment

Pest infestations can be more than just a nuisance – they can also pose serious health risks and cause significant damage to your property. For homeowners and businesses in Truganina, having a reliable pest control service is essential to protect your space. Whether you’re dealing with rodents, insects, or other unwanted pests, professional pest control Truganina ensures peace of mind and a pest-free environment.

Why Pest Control in Truganina is Essential

Truganina, located in the western suburbs of Melbourne, is an area that has seen rapid growth and development in recent years. With this development comes an increase in human activity, which often leads to more pests in the area. Pests such as termites, ants, rodents, and cockroaches thrive in both residential and commercial spaces if not properly managed.

Ignoring pest control can lead to structural damage, health concerns, and an overall decline in the comfort of your home or workplace. By opting for pest control services in Truganina, you’re not only addressing an immediate problem but also preventing future infestations that could be costly and difficult to handle on your own.

Common Pests in Truganina and How to Tackle Them

Termites – These wood-eating pests can silently damage the structural integrity of your home. Termite infestations often go unnoticed until significant damage has occurred. Regular inspections and treatments from a professional pest control service can help detect and prevent termite problems before they escalate.

Rodents – Mice and rats are common in Truganina due to the increasing development in the area. These pests can contaminate food, spread diseases, and damage wiring and insulation. A comprehensive pest control plan will help eliminate rodents and keep them from returning.

Ants – Ants are one of the most common pests found in homes and businesses. They are drawn to food sources and can quickly invade kitchens, pantries, and other areas. Effective pest control treatments will address ant colonies at their source, stopping the infestation from spreading.

Cockroaches – Cockroaches are not only unsightly but also pose serious health risks by spreading bacteria and allergens. Professional pest control experts use specialized treatments to eliminate cockroach populations and prevent future outbreaks.

Spiders – While some spiders can be harmless, others, like the Redback or Funnel-web, can be dangerous to humans. Regular pest control in Truganina will ensure that these spiders are kept at bay.

Benefits of Professional Pest Control in Truganina

Expertise: Professional pest control companies in Truganina have the knowledge and experience to identify and treat a wide range of pests. They understand the local environment and how pests behave, enabling them to offer effective solutions tailored to your needs.

Safety: DIY pest control methods can often involve dangerous chemicals that may pose risks to your health, family, and pets. Professionals use safe, eco-friendly treatments that are both effective and non-toxic.

Long-Term Solutions: Unlike temporary fixes, pest control experts provide long-lasting solutions by identifying and eliminating the root causes of infestations. They also offer preventive measures to ensure pests don't return.

Cost-Effective: While it may seem tempting to tackle a pest problem yourself, the damage caused by pests can be far more costly in the long run. Hiring a professional ensures that the job is done right the first time, saving you money on repairs and recurring treatments.

Why Choose Us for Pest Control in Truganina?

At 365 Pest Control, we understand how important it is to keep your property safe from pests. Our team of licensed and trained professionals uses the latest tools and techniques to tackle all types of pests effectively. With years of experience serving Truganina and the surrounding areas, we offer tailored pest control solutions that meet your needs.

Whether you need a one-time treatment or a comprehensive pest control plan, we’re here to provide prompt and reliable service. We believe in using eco-friendly methods that are safe for your family and pets while effectively eliminating pests.

Contact Us Today for Pest Control in Truganina

Don’t wait for the problem to worsen. If you're dealing with a pest infestation or simply want to ensure your property is protected, reach out to us today for pest control in Truganina. Our team will conduct a thorough inspection and provide you with an effective, customized plan to keep your home or business pest-free.

For expert pest control services in Truganina, contact 365 Pest Control today!

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Rodent Pest Control Services: Why You Need urbanjunggle.com

Rodents are more than just a nuisance; they pose significant health risks and property damage. Whether it's a mouse scurrying across the kitchen or rats gnawing through wires, these pests can quickly become overwhelming. If you are dealing with rodents, you’ll need effective pest control, and that’s where Urban Junggle  Pest Control Services comes in. When you search for the best rodent exterminator near me, Urban Junggle  is the name you’ll want to know.

Why Rodent Control is Necessary

Rodents such as mice and rats are not only unsightly, but they also pose serious health threats. These pests are known carriers of diseases like Hantavirus, Salmonella, and even plague. Their droppings can trigger allergies and asthma, and their gnawing habits can damage walls, wires, and furniture. That's why rodent pest control services are essential for maintaining a safe and healthy home. Ignoring the issue can result in infestations that multiply quickly, causing more damage and increasing the costs of rodent removal services.

Why Choose urbanjunggle.com for Rodent Pest Control?

Choosing the right rodent exterminator can make all the difference. At Urban Junggle , we provide customized and comprehensive rodent control solutions that are specifically designed to fit your home or business needs. Our team of experts offers a range of services to tackle rodent infestations, including the best pest control for mice and rat extermination.

With our 24-hour pest control services, you can get immediate help, no matter when you notice the issue. Rodent infestations are unpredictable, and sometimes you need a quick solution. That’s why Urban Junggle  offers around-the-clock assistance, ensuring your pest problem is dealt with swiftly and effectively.

Urban Junggle  Pest Control Services uses cutting-edge technology to provide long-lasting results. When you search for rodent exterminators in my area, Urban Junggle  stands out for its reliability, professionalism, and high customer satisfaction ratings. Our team knows how to get the job done quickly and efficiently.

Rodent Control Methods

You may wonder, "What are the methods used for rodent control?" At Urban Junggle , we use a combination of mechanical, chemical, and preventive measures to rid your property of rodents. Some of our techniques include:

1. Traps and Baiting: This is one of the most common methods used in mouse control. We strategically place traps and bait stations in key areas to capture and remove rodents. 

2. Exclusion: Our team seals entry points that rodents use to enter your home or business. This is one of the most effective ways to prevent future infestations.

3. Rodenticides: In cases of severe infestations, we use professional-grade rodenticides that are safe for households while being deadly to rodents. Our rodent pest control services focus on ensuring the safety of your family and pets while effectively controlling the rodent population.

4. Sanitation and Education: We don’t just eliminate the problem; we help you understand how to prevent it from recurring. Urban Junggle  Pest Control Services also provides tips on maintaining cleanliness and proper storage of food, two major factors in rodent infestations.

Our rodent exterminator services are thorough and leave no room for error. Whether you need the best rodent exterminator near me or just want preventive measures, Urban Junggle  is here for you.

How Long Does the Rodent Control Process Take?

The duration of the rodent pest control services depends on the extent of the infestation. In most cases, our professional exterminators can handle minor infestations within a day. However, larger infestations may require follow-up visits over the course of several weeks. When you choose Urban Junggle  Pest Control Services, our team will provide a detailed estimate of the timeline after assessing your property.

With Urban Junggle , we offer ongoing monitoring and follow-up services to ensure that your home remains rodent-free. Our goal is to provide comprehensive rodent removal services that prevent future infestations, so you don’t have to worry about the problem recurring.

What is the Cost of Rodent Pest Control Services?

The cost of rodent pest control services can vary based on the size of the infestation and the scope of the work required. Factors like the number of visits, the severity of the infestation, and the type of treatment used will influence the overall cost. At Urban Junggle , we pride ourselves on offering competitive rates for both one-time treatments and ongoing maintenance plans.

When searching for "mice control near me," or "mouse exterminator," Urban Junggle  offers the best balance of affordability and effectiveness. We also provide transparent pricing with no hidden fees, so you know exactly what you're paying for.

Why Urban Junggle  is the Best Choice for Rodent Pest Control

When you're searching for the best rodent exterminator near me, look no further than Urban Junggle . Our rodent control services are designed to eliminate the problem quickly and efficiently. With highly trained technicians, state-of-the-art equipment, and a customer-focused approach, we make pest problems a thing of the past.

Urban Junggle  Pest Control Services has a reputation for excellence, offering solutions that are both environmentally friendly and highly effective. We also offer emergency services through our 24-hour pest control, so you’re never left to deal with a rodent problem alone.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. Why is Rodent Control Necessary?

Rodent control is essential for protecting your health and property. Rodents carry diseases, cause structural damage, and can contaminate food supplies, making professional rodent pest control services critical.

2. Why Choose urbanjunggle.com for Rodent Pest Control?

At Urban Junggle , we offer tailored, comprehensive solutions using the latest pest control techniques. Our services are fast, reliable, and available 24/7.

3. What are the methods used for Rodent Control?

We use a combination of traps, exclusion methods, rodenticides, and education to tackle rodent infestations effectively.

4. How long does the Rodent Control process take?

The time depends on the size of the infestation. Smaller infestations can be handled in a day, while larger ones may require ongoing treatment.

5. What is the cost of Rodent Pest Control Services?

Costs vary based on the severity of the infestation and the type of service required. Contact Urban Junggle  for a detailed estimate.

In conclusion, if you're facing a rodent problem, don't wait. Reach out to Urban Junggle  Pest Control Services today for comprehensive and reliable rodent pest control services that will protect your home and family.

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6 Signs It’s Time to Call for Emergency Pest Control Services

Are you sharing your living space with uninvited guests of the creepy-crawly variety? While a stray ant or two might not send you running for the phone, there are times when pest problems escalate beyond the point of a DIY solution.

In such cases, it's crucial to recognise the signs that it's time to bring in the professionals - emergency pest control services. Here are six telltale signs that you might be in need of expert help.

Sudden Spike in Pest Population

One of the most obvious signs that it's time to consider emergency pest control services Melbourne is when you notice a sudden surge in the number of pests invading your home.

Whether it's a battalion of ants marching across your kitchen countertops or a swarm of termites threatening the structural integrity of your home, a significant uptick in pest activity is a clear red flag.

Unusual Pest Behaviour

Pests, just like any living creature, exhibit certain behaviours. However, when pests start behaving in an unusual or aggressive manner, it could be an indication that your home has become a hotbed for their activities.

Strange behaviour may include pests appearing during the day when they are typically nocturnal or insects behaving erratically. If you notice anything out of the ordinary, it's time to consider reaching out for emergency pest control services.

Damage to Property

Have you noticed chewed-up wires, gnawed furniture, or unsightly holes in your walls? Pests can wreak havoc on your property, causing damage that can be both costly and potentially dangerous.

If you're witnessing signs of property damage due to pest infestation, don't delay - contact emergency pest control services Melbourne promptly to assess the situation and implement effective measures to protect your home.

Persistent Unpleasant Odors

Foul odours emanating from hidden corners of your home can be a sign of a severe pest infestation. Certain pests, such as rodents and insects, can leave behind unpleasant smells that are not only a nuisance but also an indication of a larger problem.

If you find yourself reaching for the air freshener more often than usual, it's time to bring in the professionals for emergency pest control services.

Visible Signs of Nesting or Infestation

If you stumble upon nests, hives, or clusters of pests in or around your home, it's a clear sign that the situation has escalated beyond a minor inconvenience. Whether it's a wasp nest under the eaves or a rodent nest in your attic, these signs of nesting or infestation require immediate attention.

Emergency pest control services can quickly identify the source of the problem and implement measures to eradicate the pests.

Health Concerns and Allergies

Pests can pose serious health risks, especially for individuals with allergies or respiratory conditions. If you or your family members are experiencing unexplained health issues, such as persistent coughing, sneezing, or skin irritations, it's essential to consider the possibility of a pest-related problem.

Seeking the assistance of emergency pest control services Melbourne can help identify and eliminate the root cause of health concerns related to pest infestations.

Conclusion

When faced with any of these six signs, it's crucial to act swiftly and decisively by calling in the professionals for emergency pest control services. Ignoring the problem or attempting a DIY approach may only worsen the situation, leading to more significant damage and potential health hazards. By addressing pest issues promptly, you can ensure a safer and more comfortable living environment for you and your loved ones.

Remember, pest problems are best left in the hands of experts. So, don't hesitate to make that call when you spot the signs – your home and well-being depend on it!

Source: 6 Signs It’s Time to Call for Emergency Pest Control Services

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Comprehensive Guide to Pigeon Control and Bird Intrusion in Chicago

We understand the difficulties and hazardous health implications that come with unruly bird invasions. Mainly pigeons, these birds pose significant concerns in various locations. If you're in Chicago and struggle with the aftermath of pigeon colonies, this article provides a systematic, humane, and well-enforced guide to remove these birds, clean their mess off your buildings, and permanently keep them away.

How Pigeon Colonies Damage Buildings and Infrastructure

Understanding the potential harm that pigeons can bring to your property, infrastructure, or business will illustrate why it's essential to treat this issue with urgency.

The Dangers of Pigeon Guano

When a pigeon colony establishes a roost within a building or infrastructure, their droppings, known as guano, start to accumulate in large mounds. Apart from being unsightly, guano poses a significant health threat by harboring diseases, including Histoplasmosis, a fungal lung disease potentially fatal to humans.

Additionally, when guano becomes wet, its acidity is dangerously potent and can erode steel. This reaction could lead to structural failures in buildings, bridges, and other infrastructure.

A Permanent Solution to Pigeon Problems

For a comprehensive pigeon and bird control solution in Chicago. Our team, consisting of certified pigeon exclusion experts and wildlife biologists, design and install custom solutions to protect structures while humanely excluding pigeon accessibility.

Pigeon Netting

Our pigeon netting solution is perfect for protecting airplane hangars, warehouses, and food plants. They are essentially virtual barriers that exclude pigeons without causing them harm, thereby keeping your premises clean and safe.

Vibration-proof Pigeon Control

For bridges, railroads, and other infrastructure, we offer a vibration-proof pigeon control system to effectively keep the entire infrastructure pigeon-free.

Bird Removal

An important aspect of our service array is the humane removal of birds found inside buildings. Our experts are proficient at ensuring no harm comes to the birds during the removal process. We also offer an emergency bird removal service for cases that demand immediate action.

Pigeon Perch Deterrents

To prevent pigeons from perching and, consequently, dropping guanos, we install small posts tensioned with wires. These systems serve as unattractive perches to pigeons and other birds due to their uncomfortable surface, thereby deterring them from nestling.

Cleanup and Decontamination

Remember, your pigeon problem isn't fully resolved until the aftermath is cleared. This process involves comprehensive cleaning to counteract the damage caused by these birds. We provide complete remediation of pigeon droppings and nesting material to eliminate health hazards associated with the pest invasion.

Getting Rid of Pigeons: A Permanent Solution

Our team comprises experts skilled at using science and the latest technology to manage pigeon-related problems. Our humane bird deterrent product emits a mild, non-harmful tingling effect that discourages these nuisance birds from coming near your property.

Moreover, we offer an effective solution for preventing pigeons from perching and landing on your buildings - bird spikes. These metal protrusions make it uncomfortable for birds to roost, successfully deterring them.

The combination of these proven strategies ensures not only an immediate removal but also the permanent exclusion of pigeons and other troublesome birds.

Final Thoughts: Pigeon Control in Chicago

Ignoring a pigeon infestation can pose a serious threat to both your health and property's structural integrity. Therefore, it's crucial to approach this matter swiftly and effectively, implementing a permanent solution.

Landmark offers the most sought-after Pigeon and bird control services in Chicago, emphasizing humane removal, ensuring the cleanliness of your property, and the well-being of your family/employees, and using the best techniques to deter reinfestation.

Take control of your pigeon problem today. Contact the experts at Landmark today for a comprehensive bird control service in Chicago.

Pigeon-Proofing Your Home and Business Property: The Landmark Advantage

Once you've taken active steps to remove the pigeon colonies, one vital step remains — preventing their return. As with any pest control strategy, prevention is as important, if not more so, than control. At Landmark, we understand that the key to long-term pigeon-free properties is a robust prevention strategy.

Anti-Roosting Devices

Pigeons often find structural nooks and ledges perfect for making their nests. Landmark professionals use a variety of anti-roosting devices, including bird spikes and bird gel, to make these areas uncomfortable for pigeons to land and roost. These devices are discreet and blend in with the surrounding architecture, effectively barring birds without compromising a building's aesthetic appeal.

Bird Wire Systems

Another successful deterrent method we use is a bird wire system. Thin stainless steel wires are strung from small posts. The wire's wobble makes pigeons uncomfortable and discourages them from landing. Bird wire systems are unobtrusive and blend in with most urban architectures.

Why Partner with Landmark for Your Pigeon Control Needs

Choosing Landmark means choosing a pledge to protect your property, health, and the environment. Our holistic approach to pigeon control is what sets us apart from the rest.

Accredited Experts and Advanced Techniques

Our staff comprises the industry's most skilled and knowledgeable individuals, holding professional accreditations in the field. Our use of advanced techniques resolves your pigeon concerns efficiently, with minimal disruption to your daily routine.

Environmentally Responsible Methods

We believe in conducting our services responsibly, which is why our pigeon control solutions are humane, sustainable, and environmentally-friendly. We prioritize finding a balance that respects both your needs and the pigeon's natural behaviors.

Exceptional Customer Service

We strive to forge a strong partnership with our clients, recognizing that their satisfaction is paramount to our success. Our customer service team is always ready to address any concerns or questions you might have about our services.

Proven Success and Long-Term Commitment

Our success in controlling pigeons while offering long-term preventive solutions has made Landmark an industry leader. We are committed to maintaining that standard and continually improving our services to meet emerging needs and challenges.

Takeaway: The Landmark Method for Pigeon Free Environments

As a property owner in Chicago, you can rely on Landmark's extensive experience in bird control to remove pigeons and keep them out permanently. We ensure that our solutions strike the perfect balance between effectiveness and ethical considerations.

Investing in pigeon control not only improves the cleanliness and aesthetics of your property but also protects your health and the structural integrity of your belongings. With Landmark, you get evidence-based, humane, and environmentally friendly solutions.

Get in touch with us today, and allow us to provide lasting solutions to your pigeon problems while upholding the highest standards in the sector. Let's give you that pest-free peace of mind you so rightly deserve.

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5 Common Mistakes to Avoid When Installing Your TV in Toronto

Installing a TV can be an exciting project, but it's important to avoid common mistakes that can lead to issues down the line. Whether you're considering TV installation services in Toronto or planning an outdoor TV installation, it's crucial to approach the process with caution. To ensure a smooth and successful installation, here are five common mistakes you should avoid:

1. Incorrect Placement: One of the most common mistakes is placing the TV at the wrong height or in an inconvenient location. Consider the viewing angles and sightlines from different seating areas to determine the optimal placement. Avoid installing the TV too high or in direct sunlight, as it can strain your neck or cause glare on the screen.

2. Neglecting Cable Management: Cable clutter can be unsightly and pose a safety risk. Failing to plan for cable management can lead to tangled wires and a messy appearance. Take the time to organize and conceal the cables properly, either through wall-mounted cable channels or by using cord covers. This will give your installation a clean and professional look.

3. Poor Wall Mount Selection: Choosing the wrong wall mount for your TV can lead to instability and potential damage. Consider the size and weight of your TV when selecting a wall mount. Ensure that the mount is compatible with your TV's VESA pattern and weight capacity. Additionally, if you're planning an outdoor TV installation in Toronto, make sure the wall mount is suitable for outdoor use to withstand the elements.

4. Ignoring Safety Precautions: Safety should always be a top priority when installing a TV. Neglecting safety precautions can result in accidents or damage to your TV and property. It's crucial to follow the manufacturer's instructions and use the appropriate tools during installation. If you're unsure about any aspect of the process, it's best to seek professional TV installation services in Toronto or Markham to ensure a safe and secure installation.

5. Skipping Professional Assistance: Attempting a DIY TV installation without proper knowledge or experience can lead to costly mistakes. It's always advisable to seek professional assistance, especially for complex installations or outdoor setups. Professional TV installation services in Toronto, such as TV Installation Service, have the expertise, tools, and experience to handle the installation efficiently and ensure a seamless setup.

Why Choose TV Installation Service? TV Installation Service is a trusted provider of TV installation services in Toronto and offers expert assistance for outdoor TV installations as well. Here's why you should choose them:

1. Expertise and Experience: TV Installation Service has a team of experienced technicians who are well-versed in TV installations. They have successfully completed numerous projects, including commercial TV installation services in Markham.

2. Quality Service: TV Installation Service is committed to delivering top-quality service and customer satisfaction. They use high-quality materials and employ industry best practices to ensure a secure and long-lasting installation.

3. Professional Guidance: With TV Installation Service, you'll receive professional guidance throughout the installation process. Their experts will help you select the right TV placement, wall mount, and provide advice on cable management, ensuring a flawless installation.

Conclusion When installing your TV in Toronto, it's important to avoid common mistakes to achieve the best results. By avoiding incorrect placement, addressing cable management, selecting the appropriate wall mount, prioritizing safety, and seeking professional assistance, you can ensure a successful installation. TV Installation Service offers reliable TV installation services in Toronto and can assist you with outdoor TV installations as well. With their expertise and commitment to quality, you can trust them to handle your installation needs. Contact TV Installation Service to ensure a hassle-free and professional TV installation experience.

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10 Signs Your Electrical Outlets Need Replacing

Electrical outlets are essential components in our living spaces. They help power all the devices and appliances that make our lives easier. However, like any other equipment, they deteriorate over time and need to be replaced by an emergency electrician Brisbane. Being vigilant and replacing outlets at the right time can save you from potential hazards.

If you encounter the following symptoms, have your electrical outlets replaced immediately for the safety of everyone at home.

Physical Damage

Look for any cracks, chips, or breaks in the outlet covers. Not only does this look unsightly, but it's also a safety hazard. Physical damage could mean that the internal components are exposed, leading to a higher risk of electrical shocks.

Loose Outlet Connections

When you plug something into an outlet and it feels loose or wobbly, it’s an indicator that the connections are worn out. A firm connection is crucial for the safe transfer of electricity. Loose connections can cause sparks or inconsistent power supply, which can damage your devices.

Persistent Burning Smell

If you notice a persistent burning smell coming from an outlet, it is a sign that something is overheating. This could be due to worn-out wiring or an overloaded circuit. It's essential to address this issue immediately to prevent potential fire hazards.

Discolouration of the Outlet

Discoloured outlets can indicate previous sparking or burning within the outlet. The discolouration usually stems from the heat produced by the electrical current not flowing correctly. This is a severe issue and should not be ignored.

Sparks or Small Flashes

Sparks or small flashes when plugging or unplugging devices are not normal. While an occasional spark may not be cause for concern, regular sparking indicates that there is a short circuit, or the outlet is worn out and needs replacement.

Frequent Tripping of Circuit Breakers

When an outlet is faulty, it may cause an overload in the circuit, causing the circuit breaker to trip frequently. If you find that your circuit breaker trips often, especially when using a specific outlet, it is a sign that the outlet needs to be replaced.

Buzzing or Humming Sounds

An outlet should be silent. If you hear a buzzing or humming sound coming from an outlet, it is likely due to a loose connection or faulty wiring. This sound is created by the electrical current jumping over gaps in the connection, which can cause heat build-up and potential fires.

Outlets Feel Warm or Hot

Outlets should never be warm to the touch. If you notice that an outlet feels warm or even hot, it’s a sign that there’s likely a problem. This could be because the electrical wiring is old and cannot handle the current, or because the outlet itself is faulty.

Two-Pronged Outlets

If your home or office still has old two-pronged outlets, it might be time to replace them with modern three-pronged versions. The third prong is for grounding, which reduces the risk of electrical shocks and protects your devices.

Frequent Need to Reset Outlets

Many outlets come with built-in circuit interrupters that trip when there is a short circuit. If you find yourself frequently having to reset outlets, this indicates that they are often experiencing issues and should be replaced.

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Electrical outlets are more than just access points for power; they are an integral component in the safety and efficiency of your home or office. Being vigilant in identifying the signs of worn-out or damaged outlets, understanding the importance of timely replacements, and engaging the services of professionals for this task are key steps in maintaining a safe and functional environment.

Remember, when it comes to electricity, it’s always better to be safe than sorry. Regular maintenance and timely replacements of electrical outlets protect not only your property but also the lives of those within it.

[nyveintreatmentcenter]

When to Contact a Chronic Venous Insufficiency Specialist

When unsightly veins appear on our feet and legs, we try to ignore them. Most of us feel that these veins are nothing more than a visual nuisance.

At the New York Vein Treatment Center, we want to explain why these ugly veins are signs of more severe issues. Here’s why it’s essential to contact a chronic venous insufficiency specialist.

Defining Chronic Venous Insufficiency

Venous has to do with anything related to our veins. Our veins have the crucial job of transporting blood from our organs and extremities back to our hearts. They do this through a system of valves found within our veins.

When our vein valves become damaged or weakened, it’s harder for these veins to pump blood back to the heart. When this happens, blood begins pooling back into the vein. That’s when varicose and spider veins form.

When blood pools in our veins, other conditions can develop. Stagnant blood can form blood clots. If clots dislodge, they can travel to your lungs, causing a pulmonary embolism. Poor circulation in these veins also means less oxygen is being delivered, which can lead to venous ulcers.

Symptoms

Some of the more common symptoms of chronic venous insufficiency involve the presence of varicose veins and pain. What you might not know is that other symptoms accompany this condition:

Swollen legs and/or ankles

Painful and itchy legs

Discolored (brown) skin near the ankles

Tight feelings around calves

Persistent leg ulcers

Risk Factors

Many risk factors lead to chronic venous insufficiency:

Being older

Having varicose veins

Previous history of blood clots

Family members with chronic venous insufficiency

Being overweight

Muscle weakness

Pregnancy

Leg injuries

Cancer patients

Treating Chronic Venous Insufficiency

A chronic venous insufficiency specialist will examine the affected areas, ask questions, and formulate a treatment plan. Most treatments are noninvasive and can be done as outpatient procedures.

Endovenous Laser Therapy

This outpatient procedure involves inserting a wire into the damaged vein. Through thermal application, the vein is sealed to prevent further blood accumulation. The blood is then redistributed to healthier veins.

VenaSeal Treatment

Approved by the US Food and Drug Administration in 2015, this innovative procedure involves injecting a medical gel polymer into the damaged vein. The polymer seals the vein to reroute blood flow.

Radiofrequency Ablation

Using high-frequency currents, collagen fibers in the venous wall tighten to close the damaged vein.

Slowing the Progression of Chronic Venous Insufficiency

Even after treatment, it’s important to implement lifestyle changes that will slow the progression of additional or further venous damage:

Lose weight

Exercise regularly

Quit smoking

Avoid sitting or standing too long

Wear compression stockings

Finding a Chronic Venous Insufficiency Specialist

New York Vein Treatment Center should be the first place to look for a venous insufficiency specialist. Our staff has successfully treated venous insufficiency since 2007. Our comprehensive and personalized treatment plans ensure that your condition is thoroughly assessed and treated with the most advanced technologies available.

Contact us today to schedule your chronic venous insufficiency consultation.

[wrienne]

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 8: Wrath

It was your parents.

“Sweetie? We’re sorry we haven’t been able to call you back until now - Jungkook’s parents have been in an uproar ever since noon, trying to find a cheap ticket back to Seoul. We didn’t make you worried, right?”

Your father’s soft, low, humming voice comforted your ear. You had admittedly been slightly concerned when they hadn’t answered even at lunchtime. You had left a voicemail that you had something important to tell them, but not had the time to consider it any longer due to school and battle planning.

“Did you know their boy was in an accident yesterday night?”

Your mother’s sharp voice pierced through the line, making you grimace. She was a lovely woman, strong, determined and the female you admired the most in the whole world, but her voice could seriously cut diamonds.

“Yes,” you said, holding the phone slightly away from your ear as you lowered the volume. “I was with him at AMC and he’s--”

“Good Lord,” your mother exclaimed, interrupting you. You could already see her shocked expression and her clutching her cross necklace. “Was it so bad he had to go to the hospital? What happened?”

“Well, he--”

“I thought he was supposed to be performing with his band yesterday.” your father added.

You sighed. Whenever you spoke with your parents, they were like this. Stuck by the heads, knowing the other so well they could complement as well as end each others’ sentences. They were even equally skilled at interrupting you.

“Hush, darling,” your mother said. “She’s trying to explain. As you were, (Y/N),” she prompted you.

“As I was just about to say before both of you interrupted me,” you began, stepping aside to let an old woman past, “he somehow miraculously survived being hit by a car and only broke his arm. However--”

“There, I told you,” your mother said to presumably your father. “That boy has more vigor than a cat with ninety-nine lives and more luck than is humanly possible. He must have an angel guarding him.”

“Stop dad,” you said before he could voice his input. “Jungkook is alright physically. It’s just that--”

“Did he scratch that handsome face of his?” your mother asked. “Or did he get any other unsightly marring on his body?”

Her tone made it sound like you had told her the Louvre had been set ablaze. She loved expensive art and was particularly fond of old European artistry. The burning of the Louvre would have broken her.

“No, mom,” you said wearily. “But he’s gotten amnesia.”

“What is that?” your father asked after both of them had paused for a beat.

“It means he cannot remember the most recent years of his life.”

“So...?”

“He doesn’t know anything about his company or his members. He is kind of skittish also, and has a hard time trusting people, even the doctors.”

“But he’s quite fine? You’ve met and spoken with him?”

You nodded, even though you knew they couldn’t see you. “Yes, he still knows and trusts me.”

“What about his career?” your mother asked.

“That’s the trickiest part,” you told them, feeling strangely relieved to have someone to share your concerns with. Even if these someones were your parents. “There was a specialist at the hospital who spoke with his manager, who in turn told me. There is a kind of unconventional way to get his memories back, but there’s no guarantee it’ll work. I am going to try and make him remember the past five or so years through...” You hesitated, not really certain what you should call the sloppily written list you had tucked into your back pocket. “...various techniques,” you decided finally.

“I see,” your father said. “I don’t understand why they’re in such a rush back home then.”

“Well, he did get hit by a car,” your mother said pointedly.

“Very well. Now, (Y/N), what was it you just had to tell us?”

You stiffened. It was time for you to tell them you had broken the engagement. You opened your mouth to speak, but found your throat constricted. You swallowed hard, then tried again. To your parents' credit, they didn’t try to push you. Perhaps they had heard the tension in your mere gulp.

“Jungkook…” you began slowly. “He has a girlfriend.”

Your voice broke. Your chest ached. You hated it, but the image of Jungkook and Park Yi-Jae resurfaced in your mind for what felt like the hundredth time. Even though it felt like your heart was threatening to break out of your body, you couldn’t lie and pretend everything was alright. You wouldn’t intercept their love.

Silence. Deafening silence.

“Are you certain?” your mother suddenly asked.

Surprisingly, your father didn’t step in to add something to the conversation.

“I saw them yesterday, before the accident,” you answered. “They looked very happy together.”

“Is it someone you know? Do you know her name?”

“Does he remember her?”

“Park Yi-Jae,” you managed, even as you frowned at the third question. “No,” you told your mother.

“That Park Yi-Jae?” Your father almost raised his voice. He never raised his voice. “The girl always prancing around on TV?”

“Shush, you hypocrite. You always watch her shows."

“I do not!”

“So that’s why they’re in such a hurry back home,” your mother muttered, ignoring your father. “They’re probably going to try and do some damage control and get you back with Jungkook. I told you I didn’t hear it wrong.”

“Wait, you knew?” you wondered incredulously. You felt your fingers tighten around your phone. “Still you wanted me to tell you?”

“We didn’t know what to believe until we had heard it from you, sweetie,” your father said in an attempt to calm you down. “Your mother heard it only faintly. She’s grown so old, we can no longer rely on her magical ears solely.”

Your mother did have eerily good hearing. Not necessarily when she and you argued over some petty things or whenever you told her you needed to bring food for an outdoor trek or something as a child, though that could have been because she stubbornly refused to listen or was too busy working. But she could hear gossip from the other side of a fully sat and vibrantly busy restaurant and hear the first few drops of water before a rainfall.

“You need to get back together with that boy, (Y/N).”

“No,” you said automatically, woken out of your brief reverie.

“Yes you do and you will. It is absolutely imperative.”

“He loves her,” you said stiffly. “Even though he can’t remember, I know he does. The way they were, just, it was--”

“It doesn’t matter, (Y/N). You and Jungkook have to marry.”

“Perhaps,” you said sharply, getting ever angrier. “But not to one another, we don’t.”

“Don’t be childish, of course you two will marry each other. You’re perfect for him and he’s perfect for you. There’s no question you will make a beautiful couple.”

“We don’t want to,” you said coolly. “I don’t want to marry him.”

“Darling, perhaps--” your father began.

“No, don’t you try,” your mother snapped at your father. “(Y/N), this marriage was decided the year the two of you were born. You will not undo it just because Jungkook hurt your feelings by sleeping with another woman.”

“No!” you shouted suddenly. Your eyes stung and your voice sounded wrong, harsh, and the bleak interior of the hallway made for awful acoustics. “It’s nothing like that, don’t you get it? Don’t answer it, by the way, I have homework and other stuff to do, so I can’t talk anymore.”

“We will talk about this when we get back, (Y/F/N).”

Without exchanging goodbyes, you ended the call abruptly. Still, you heard your mother’s voice, as if on repeat inside your skull. The words coiled around you and cut into your skin, like cold metal wire, and you seriously considered punching one of the mailboxes. Deciding that it would cause ten times more harm to you than you could ever hope to inflict on it, you leaned your forehead against the cool, concrete wall and tried your best not to scream in fury, frustration or whatever else the enormous swirl of emotions stewing about in your stomach could be called.

You heard the double glass doors open behind you and two or three pairs of feet hurry inside, probably eager to get in from the cold. You didn’t consider the vague familiarity of their voices as they immediately began whispering loudly. You didn’t even notice someone approaching you until they touched your shoulder lightly.

“Excuse me?” asked a light male voice. “Is everything alright?”

You spun about as you wiped your eyes. The guy recoiled sharply, his eyes widening first in surprise then in something else. He was shorter than the other two guys standing by the elevator with grocery bags in each of their hands, both at a safe running distance toward the entrance doors should you have shown yourself to be some weirdo. All three were dressed casually, like typical guys about your age, and with their faces and hair covered, you almost didn’t recognize them.

But they recognized you.

“(Y/F/N)!”

It was V, or perhaps more accurately: Kim Taehyung. You recognized him for his low voice now and because he was Se-Eun’s favorite member after Jungkook, something she had reprimanded you very heavily about during lunch when you had guessed her “list” completely wrong.

“What is she doing here?” The guy who had approached you on his own looked from his friends to you, obviously confused. You were fairly sure he was Park Jimin.

“Don’t ask me, ask her,” mumbled the third one. He hadn’t taken off his mouth mask so you couldn’t see anything except his eyes. You couldn’t tell who he was, but he was shorter than Taehyung yet taller than Jimin.

Taehyung caught you off guard by approaching you with solid determination, passing Jimin, who had backed a few additional steps, without even a glance. He stopped almost directly in front of you, his eyes hard, his eyebrows knitted tightly together.

“What did you do to Jungkook?” he demanded.

“I--” Your voice broke, and you cleared your throat. “I did nothing to him.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Taehyung strained to lift the hand he held the drooping grocery bag with and pointed a surprisingly long, elegant finger at you. He didn’t touch you, merely hovered it in front of your chest, yet you could feel the tension in the room suddenly skyrocket. “You told him something or did something that made him... angry like that. It’s your fault he can’t remember any one of us and might never be able to perform again. Don’t you get it? It’s your fault!”

It was as if his words breached the dam of guilt you had felt growing larger ever since you got the first call from Kim Sejin. Now, you weren’t about to cry in front of people you barely knew, at least because of the absurdity in the whole situation. Your second way of dealing with emotions seemed much better however, since, unlike the mailboxes, Taehyung’s jaw or nose probably could break without you breaking, too.

“Damn it, Taehyung!”

The guy you hadn’t been able to identify dropped his grocery bags and stormed toward you. He stepped in between the two of you as he firmly pushed Taehyung away, then tore off his mouth mask. Though, from this angle, you could still not see much else than the back of his head and his shoulders.

“It’s nobody’s fault!” he barked. “It was an accident. Jungkook was drunk and wandered a bit off the pavement, while the driver was tired and perhaps shouldn’t have driven. This isn’t really anyone’s fault, least of all (Y/N), who wasn’t even there!”

“Hoseok-hyung is right,” said Jimin quietly. “We can’t just put the blame on something or someone because it’s easy. It’s not right.”

Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. J-Hope. Now, you knew who Taehyung’s nose or jaw savior was.

Taehyung didn’t even seem like he had heard what the other two guys had said. He glared at you, ostensibly furious, and you suddenly wondered what would have happened if Hoseok wouldn’t have stepped in. You doubted an idol would have the folly to harm a civilian, but one never knew.

Then finally, Taehyung broke away from your gaze and went surly toward the elevator. There, he leaned against the wall beside the buttons and checked his phone after placing the grocery bags on the floor.

Hoseok turned around and, noticing how close you two stood together, quickly took a step back. He gave you a friendly smile.

“Sejin-manager told me you slept at the hospital with him,” he said carefully, like he was worried you would snap. “I presume he recognizes you?”

You nodded. You didn’t trust your voice just yet.

“I’m glad to hear that,” said Hoseok, genuine relief filling his eyes and smile. “How is he?”

“He’s annoying,” you couldn't help but say, and was glad to find your tone steady. “He won’t eat, wear the hospital gowns or obey the professionals. I was practically forced to stay there over the night.”

Hoseok chuckled almost hesitantly, as if he didn’t know whether you were kidding or not. “Ah, well, he’s always been a proud kid.”

“Too proud,” you agreed.

“What are you doing here?” asked Jimin. He crouched by the grocery bags Hoseok had dropped and carefully put back the items that had spilled out.

“I came here to pick up some of Jungkook’s clothes.” You held up the largest duffel bag you had found at home, which, if not for the brand name plastered all over it, would have looked like a body bag. You couldn’t wrap your head around why people found stuff like that fashionable. But then, perhaps only morbid people had the means to spend thousands on something as ugly as that bag. Your mother had bought it years ago. “I was just about to call one of you and ask which floor you live on.”

“Sejin gave you our numbers, huh?” Hoseok curled a finger around his chin. “I’m not sure about how I feel with our manager giving our numbers to an unknown girl.”

“I did consider auctioning them out,” you admitted. “Not for the money, but merely to see which type of people believed me and how much they would be willing to spend.”

He frowned, again a bit suspicious about the nature of your words, before he laughed. “Not exactly what I would have done if I were in your shoes, but that’s interesting to hear. Jungkook never told us about you, so I had no idea you had humor like this. Actually… have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No,” you replied before you realized what you had said.

“Great. Eat with us.”

[alch3mic]

in between. (drabble series)

chapter four (stitches.)

captain!sans x gender neutral reader. 3k+ word count.

please be advised for themes of anxiety, ideas of loss, depression, and self esteem.

* finally at the fourth chapter with our dear fellswap sans, captain! he also has no official fic yet but has his own tag here on my tumblr if you’d like to know more about him! thank you and i hope you enjoy!

A project. 

That's all this was meant to be.

Something to keep him preoccupied in his free time, now that he seemed to have more time on his hands than he knew what to do with.

Somewhere to put his focus, instead of thinking about things.

Instead of stressing about things.

Instead of.. worrying about.. 'things'.

Like this.. 'thing'.. attached to him.

...

"ya can't just keep pacin' around bro."

Sure he could. 

He could pace around as much as he wanted. It was his boat dammit, and he'd walk around it as he pleased, from the bow to the stern, topside and back.  

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

No. 

How could he? There was work to be done.

All his life he had filled himself with his work. It was all he knew.

Work.

Work.

Work 

Work.

Work 

From his time as a child, working to take care of his younger brother to ensure he was brought up properly to his time in the royal guard working hard every day to support them and make sure they both survived that horrid Underground. Even on the surface he worked and worked and worked, to regain his position as a monster worthy of fear and respect after the humans had stripped them of everything and leaving them to rot like strays on the street.

Every minute of every day he worked.

Most days he even dreamed of it.

Which is exactly why it was so difficult to sit still, even at your request.

"You really should just take it easy, Sans. Didn't Undyne say to not stress yourself out?"

She did, but it didn't matter. 

He was in a constant state of being stressed. 

Stressed was how he operated. 

Stressed was all he knew. 

His body could never give him the pleasure of just 'taking it easy', constantly buzzing, constantly wanting to be in motion. At times he envied his brother for being able to let things go and just kick back, but... that was exactly why he worked so hard wasn't it? 

So that his brother could relax without a worry in that thick skull of his..? 

Of course.. he knew Papyrus went through his own troubles.. it's just...

Gah.

This free time was now filling his head with unnecessary thoughts, even as he tried his best to busy himself by patrolling his own boat.

..Which was only adding to his stress...

"Lets try a hobby. What do you normally do for fun?"

Think of you. 

Well.. 

He didn't have to now that you were here with him.

He could just spend time with you instead of daydreaming about it.

And he did.

You humored him by relaxing together topside with him and Papyrus, enjoying the salty breezes of the ocean and the warm summer rays. The two of you would chat in his bed for hours, laughing and telling stories of the past as you laid close. You'd help him, by offering an arm when he wore himself out or when he needed help doing something that required two hands. Everything from opening jars to preparing dinner or even tying his shoes.

It was..

Ah, dammit it was so humiliating.

..And also made him strangely happy?

He was.. happily humiliated? 

..Humbled?

..Stars.

He never had anyone taken care of him before, so his pride was taking a major blow every time you offered to help. A part of him was glad you'd always ask first so he'd at least get to attempt at doing it by himself but.. it was also humiliating to give in. He was too stubborn for his own good, never having anyone extend a hand for him neither below ground or on the Surface.

Still you never seemed bothered. 

You never batted an eye when he'd turn to you. Sometimes all it took was a look from him and you just knew, without having any words be spoke. Having that kind of connection was.. 

Incredible. 

It had been something the both of you had obviously over the years, but only now it was showing itself in the mundane parts of your lives now that you were with him. Normally it had been when you locked eyes in a fight in the streets of Ebott, and he could see the whole encounter play out in his mind. How you'd swing, how he'd shoot. How you both would nearly hit each other both on purpose and on accident. 

Like a dance with death only the two of you could perform. 

And how beautifully you danced for him..

Now.. having that connection manifest positively, in quiet agreements and silent conversations that took only seconds to have, really drove home the fact that times have changed.

That he was no longer the skeleton he was before.

He had you now, which was different. 

You were his. 

And he was yours. 

Though.. in truth you always had a part of soul with you even if you never realized it.

And he always had Papyrus by his side. 

That could never change.

But now.. he also had..

That.

The 'thing'.

An arm. 

That.. didn't belong to him.

It was attached, sure, but..

It was foreign. 

Heavy. 

A burden. 

It was consequences of his actions taken form of something that use to be, but no longer was. Like a cruel symbol of mockery, forever attached to his own broken body. There was nothing but the tickling of a sensation of pain, like a phantom dancing across his bones, from a limb that was no longer there. The magic in his scapula hummed louder than the rest of his body, always catching his attention as it had been enhanced to support the weight of his new arm. It was irritating and constant, like a buzz he couldn't be rid of no matter how loud his thoughts were or tried to be.

Always there.

Always ringing in his skull.

It was driving him crazy, adding to the mounting stress.

"FOR FUN? EASY. TRAP MAKING. ANALYTICS. READING THE STOCKS AND NEWS."

"Well that's depressing."

"STAYING INFORMED IS IMPORTANT, DARLING."

"And so is your mental health, Sans. Ignoring this won't make it go away you know."

The metallic hand closed on a reflex when he felt your gaze upon it. 

He didn't like it, despite how incredible Undyne's work was. She had studied him for weeks while he recovered in her intensive care, all so she could make an exact replica of his now missing arm. It looked just like the real thing only casted in asatollite, a type of metal found in the Underground that could conduct magic. No wires. No heavy plating. Just an arm, moved by his own magic.

An impressive feat really, but he felt no pride in this.

..Only shame.

As someone who had lived their life known for cutting it close time and time again, this was now all the proof someone needed that they could actually lay their hands on him. There was a chance that someone could hit and do some serious damage. 

For some, that would be enough to push their determination over the edge. 

The proof that he couldn't dodge forever.

And here it was, glinting under the soft afternoon sunlight that filtered into his quarters.

This... was his decline wasn't it?

..He could feel it in his bones.

Here marked the end of his reign of terror as Captain, the scarred skeleton who ruled the docks of Ebott City with an iron fist. Now that once unrelenting grip which strangled the life of rats out of the marine failed to even grasp a pen properly.

It stung in such a strange way that he almost didn't know how to describe it.

It was a unsightly fall from grace, paired with happiness and misery.

He was muddled with complicated feelings that really didn't have proper words, and so instead of spending his days thinking about it while lying in bed, he paced around his ship. 

"Is there anything you've ever wanted to learn?"

He only learned what was necessary. 

Languages to properly communicate with associates, skills like learning to shoot with a gun so that he could avoid having his magic traced back to him, and cooking so he could make sustainable meals when he and Papyrus had nothing..

They weren't things he did for fun, they were necessary.

What else could he learn that was necessary?

"HOW ABOUT TEACHING ME TO CUT A BULLET LIKE YOU DID BACK IN THE 'SISCO EXCHANGE."

"I'm not teaching you that."

"AND WHY'S THAT?"

"I don't need to make you any more dangerous than you already are you bonehead. I meant something fun! Like.. maybe a sport?"

"I THROW DARTS. I ALSO SHOOT."

"I.. Okay I guess that counts," you said, glancing to the wall of his quarters where the board was set up.

It's true it was a dart board hanging on the wall, but it was littered with photos of thugs and politicians, a dart neatly nailed through their head. It honestly looked like more of an omen of things to come rather than a hobby.

"Anything else?"

...

"I PLAYED THE VIOLIN FOR A SHORT WHILE."

"You did?"

"YES. BACK IN THE UNDERGROUND. I FOUND ONE IN THE DUMP AND TAUGHT MYSELF TO PLAY WHEN I DISCOVERED PAPYRUS LIKED THE WAY IT SOUNDED. IT WOULD HELP PUT HIM TO SLEEP ON SOME OF THE ROUGHER NIGHTS."

"Aww. Maybe you could think about picking it back up. I'd love to hear you play!"

He would, eventually. 

For right now.. the task seemed so daunting now that he had.. 

...That.

"..But maybe not yet."

Another silent conversation, passed by only the glint in his eyesocket. Once again he was glad he didn't have to openly admit he might struggle with learning something like that again but.. a small pass of shame also washed over him. He'd love to play for you, to maybe even create his own music to reflect the feelings you gave him in his soul, but to move this metallic.. 'thing'.. to play would be..

He'd become frustrated, just like with everything else.

"AND WHAT DO YOU DO TO RELAX MY DEAR?"

"Me? I usually sew or knit."

Right. Costumes. That’s why you asked to have your own space in that free room on the ship. You had mentioned it once before, how you use to do costuming back in the day for plays and helped your father who worked as a tailor until...

Hm.

"YOU SELL YOUR PIECES DON'T YOU?"

"Just to a few people. I make dresses for Mr. Rose's granddaughter and Rumpelstiltskin still orders some pieces for his wife. I also send some more elaborate stuff the Prince's way every once in awhile and I even still get requests from Mama Bear even after they disappeared off into the forest. I think they might finally have a Baby Bear on the way because they asked about knitting a little blanket a few days ago."

...

He.. tried to not humor the thought of just sailing away from this city with you, like that lucky bastard did with his spouse when he took off into the woods. Of course he couldn't, he knew Papyrus would stay here with Happy and he'd never want to be far from his brother. 

Still...

It was a tempting idea.

"I could always teach you. It's a pretty good skill to just learn how to hand stitch to mend clothing and it really isn't too complicated."

He relented ...of course. 

Because he always did to you, with that smile on your face and the hum in your tone. 

.....

Learning from you had been everything he hoped for, with you sitting close to him as you taught him how to thread a needle. You were patient with him as he struggled, his hand shaking as he did his best to will his magic to move. You were gentle as you taught him to stitch carefully and slowly, following along side as you guided him every step of the way.

...He'll never forget the way you laughed at his first pass though. 

He had been so damn.. angry! 

Really, you had the nerve to laugh even when he did his best! 

You were the worst, which is why exactly he had to pin you down and tickle you until you couldn't breathe. At least he could use that wretched metal arm to press your hands above your head as you desperately tried to wrestle out of his hold until you were flushed and gasping for breath.

His next attempt was alone late at night, when even the stars on the deck above couldn't quell his thoughts. They ran wild in his head, stampeding and thrashing about.

At his failures. 

At his mistakes.

At the humming in his shoulder and the arm that ached despite not being there. So he tried to not think about it as he quietly threaded the needle under the dim yellow lights in his quarters. The quiet creak and groan of the boat was his only accompaniment along your soft breathing from the bed as you peacefully slumbered away.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

He timed his stitches with your breaths, pushing the needle through the felt and then back again as he sewed the two pieces of scrap fabric together. It was strange how difficult this was, willing his fingers to move while simply pushing and pulling a needle. His jaw would tense as his hand shook at times and failed to grasp the needle, and then he'd hear you let out a sigh and he'd relax again.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

Until the stitch was done.

Until he hushed the wild thoughts in his head and put his stress to bed.

Until he could no longer deny himself your company and he'd fall back to your side, finally delving into the depths of sleep.

He spent many days and nights like this, a fire ignited in his soul to hear your praise the first time.

"Seems like your stitched are getting tighter. Nice work there, Cap."

That was all he needed.

Your words. Your smile. The exigent that reflected in your beautiful eyes. You were proud of him, and it made him work all the harder as he sat with you in the room you had taken for your sewing. This place had been your sanctuary, something he once avoided entering to at least give you a little room for yourself on the ship, but now he found reassurance in it as well.

The whir of your sewing machine had become a comfort, able to drown out the buzz in his head as he worked beside you. Soft colorful fabrics lined the shelves in the wall and a half finished dress would decorate a mannequin or two. The both of you would drink coffee and chit chat as he tried to get lost in the motions of hand stitching pieces of scrap fabric together. 

He didn't want to constantly strain himself to move his arm.

He wanted it to be natural.

He wanted to use his hand without a second thought.

He wanted it to be like..

How it use to be.

But it could.. never really be like it use to be. 

And he struggled and struggled and struggled.

In the weeks that had dragged by, both you and Papyrus had picked up small gigs to help patch the hole his injury was leaving. 

Sans was... or had been.. the bread maker. 

He always prided himself on providing by running the docks, able to keep his rather lavish lifestyle alive by delivering cargo from overseas to sellers like the Fell brothers and the other croons of this city, but the two of you had insisted on him resting, so his businesses and trades had all but halted.

You were still far off from ever putting a dent in his savings, but the two of you worked regardless to ease his stress. 

..Because somehow, even having the back up funds prepared for events like this, didn't stop Sans from stressing.

The only part that annoyed him about it was that you had less time to teach him. You focused more on your commissions, so Sans would leave you in peace to your quiet room and stitch in his quarters.

He hadn't really decided what he wanted to work towards from stitching. It had simply become a tool to help train his fingers, so now that he could sew what was he suppose to do with the skill?

...

....

.....

It was a quiet afternoon in his quarters, the low hum of a forgotten radio on his desk as a deep voice rattled off the daily news mixed with a garble of static. Being so far out into the marine meant the reception wasn't good, but he could pick up key terms as the voice drawled on. Another murder on the west side, some more fights in the south and some re-election news. Not like it mattered who was in charge these days. The faces changed but at the end of the day these suits always lined their pockets with bloodied dollar bills. This city was rotted to it's core, just like it's people, and it'd stay that way until it was burned to the ground.

Sans' eyelights drifted down to the book in front of him.

'Stuffed Plushies For Beginners!'

The title almost felt condescending, just like the colorful pictures and simple wording that decorated each page. He still couldn't help but twist his frown deeper at the fact that you bought him a children's book of all things, paired with that sharp little grin of yours and that infectious laugher. It had been too much.. Which is why he snatched the damn thing out of your hands when you gave it to him. 

"To help decide what you want to do with your new skill! Maybe you can finally make something instead of just stitching scraps together you dork."

He would never turn down a challenge, especially from you, and he was eager to have your approval again.

"AND WHAT EXATLY SHOULD I SEW?"

"Just pick something you're interested in and sew it. They have a lot of animals in there! You do at least like one kind of animal, don't you?"

Dogs, because they were loyal.

Cats, because they could fend for themselves.

Birds, because of their freedom.

But making something based of them didn't quite appeal to Sans.

'Basic Plushie Pattern.'

...

"hey bro, i wanted to ask- oh my stars."

"AH-!" Sans inhaled, squeezing the doll in his grasp and nearly tearing at it with his claws. "YOU-! WOULD YOU KNOCK!?"

"you actually made a plushie of them. wow," his brother hummed, "and here i thought your obsession couldn't get any wo-"

WHOOMPH.

The pillow made direct contact with Papyrus' face, earning a laugh from the taller skeleton. Sans barked out a few more insults as his brother continued to giggle, admiring what he had finished so far. 

It.. looked like crap.

Some of the stitches were lopsided and others weren't uniform, but he wanted to see this through before his frustrations got the better of him. So with some encouragement from Papyrus he kept at it, finishing the body and then attaching the head.

"Pahahaha! Captain!"

"WHAT!?"

"You! Ehehe! You-! Of.. of me!"

"LOOK, JUST TELL ME IT'S TERRIBLE SO I CAN BE RID OF THE ACURSED THING ALRIGHT?"

"No! No. Absolutely not! I'm keeping this forever and you can never take it away from me!"

He gritted his teeth and attempted to wrestle the doll from your grasp but to no avail. You hugged it close and refused to relent, calling it precious and a testament to his efforts.

All of his hard work.. 

To a doll..

That looked like you.

"Are you going to make one of you?" you asked, letting out a few breaths as he finally gave up trying to grab the doll from your grasp.

"AND WHY WOULD I DO THAT?"

"Well I don't want them to be lonely."

...

How could he... ever argue with that.

So begrudgingly he sewed again, this time now more aware than ever of that 'thing' as it worked meticulously to create a replicate of itself. The doll's left arm, sewn together with a deep gray metallic fabric, now shared the same shame he did.

...

Strangely enough, it suited him.

...

"They look cute together."

"ONE ON THE RIGHT HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS."

"I still think he's pretty cute. He's trying his best, after all."

Well.. he certainly couldn't argue with that either.

[heartslogos]

no star in isolation [3]

The apple had been a bad decision. Mona can see that, now, but hindsight is always superior to the thoughts of the present. Of course there had been a reason why those apples were untouched, left at the bottom of the crate by the hilchurls.

Even the hilchurls could tell that eating them wasn’t worth it.

They looked alright. But they had tasted dry and mealy, not yet rotten but getting there. The one apple she managed to stomach left a strange filmy residue on her teeth that took ages and a lucky find of mint to scrub off. Mona doesn’t want to know how old those apples were, or what they’d gone through, to get such a texture. But she’d been so very, very hungry and begs aren’t afford to be picky. So she’d eaten the apple down to the core and felt thankful for having that much.

It was free, after all.

But she’s regretting it now. The apple might not have been rotten, but it was unsatisfying. It seemed like enough at the time — enough that she left behind the other two that she’d found, another decision she’s starting to regret now that hunger pangs are making her want to curl over herself. She should’ve eaten the other two, no matter how strange and particularly unpleasant they had felt in her mouth. Mona is hungry again and she doubts there’s going to be much in the way of free, or practically free, food to be found in the areas this close to the vibrant and bustling city of Mondstadt proper.

Rather than satisfying her hunger as she’d hoped, the apple seems to have made it worse. Her stomach seems to now recall how poorly she’s been neglecting it in favor of feeding her mind’s appetites. If only she could live on research alone and the satisfaction that comes from connecting new ideas and theories together!

Even with her wide brimmed hat the early afternoon sun of Mondstadt is already causing Mona to feel sluggish. She quickly ducks behind some buildings, searching out somewhere quiet and shaded where she won’t be spotted.

It wouldn’t do for the Astrologist Mona Megistus to be caught slumped over and curled up in the middle of the day. How unbecoming!

She just needs a moment to sit down and get herself under control and think out her next moves. She can risk fighting a few more hilchurls and hoping their camps have something edible, or foraging in the areas farther out from Mondstadt. That is, if she has the energy for it.

Her next check from The Steambird isn’t due to be deposited into her account for another week. She has rent due the same week, and she also has to pay down the interest on the new set of charts she’s having shipped from Liyue. Mona has some mora set aside for that she was going to have wired over along with the interest fee, but she may have to dip into that to buy whatever Blanche may be willing to liquidate at a sharply discounted price.

Mona’s stomach turns over on itself making her wince a little. Chances are that whatever Mona can afford would be of similar condition as the apple she’d eaten earlier. It would still be better than nothing.

Her stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud rumble. Mona clamps both hands over it, scowling down as though she can bully her body into obedience. What an embarrassing situation for Mona Megistus! But this is the suffering she endures for the sake of her studies.

The sound of a soft chuckle startles Mona into almost falling over as she scrambles to her feet. Her heel catches the edge of her cape as she stands, almost sending her pitching forward before a hand catches the back of her cape and holds her steady.

Mona looks over her shoulder and sees red, red, red.

Oh! Fate is being exceptionally spiteful today.

Master Diluc is leaning out a window she hadn’t noticed was open earlier — partially obscured by some stacked crates — arm stretched out and holding the back of her cape. Seeing that she’s alright now, he lets go. His broad shoulders twist a little as he turns in the window to see her better, brilliant red hair flowing over one shoulder.

Mona quickly straightens up, adjusting her cape and hat before bowing.

“Apologies, Master Diluc for such an unsightly meeting!”

She hadn’t realized that the building she’d taken refuge behind was the Angel’s Share.

Diluc waves his hand, shrugging. “As far as meetings go this is far from the worst.” He leans his elbows on the windowsill, eyes squinting at her, “You’re…Mona? The astrologist?”

Mona nods, entering another bow — this time with a flourish of her cape, “Astrologist Mona Megistus, at your service.”

Her wonderfully proper and elegant bow is ruined by the sound of her stomach letting out another horrifically loud and petulant sounding grumble that Mona attempts to — and definitely fails at — covering up by forcing a laugh.

Diluc’s eyebrows are raised into his bangs.

“Right,” he says slowly, “Well. This is the Angel’s Share. Also at your service. Come inside and eat something before you faint.”

“Oh, no — I — “ Mona stumbles over her current predicament.

“If you faint,” Diluc says, “It looks bad for business. A young lady passed out right next to the Angel’s Share. I’d have the knights swarming the place and asking a million frivolous questions.”

“I appreciate the concern, but at the moment my funds are tied up in…other ventures,” Mona replies. “I haven’t the mora to afford to Angel’s Share.”

Diluc continues to stare at her. He points around the corner.

“We aren’t that pricey. It’s almost empty in here,” he says, either ignoring her embarrassing but wonderfully worded proclamation or not caring, “We open at eleven but we don’t really get many people coming in until ‘round evening.”

And with that he retreats back into the Angel’s Share, leaving Mona to stare at the empty window.

Mona finds herself entering the bar. The cool, dim interior immediately makes her shoulders relax as she sighs in relief. She takes her hat off, holding it to her chest as she looks around. She’s been inside the Angel’s Share before. Usually with Kaeya or Lisa. And usually late into the night when the place is packed with people and the bards are deep into their craft.

Empty and quiet as it is, Mona almost doesn’t recognize the place. She feels a little like an interloper.

Diluc comes from around back, pulling his hair higher up and off of his neck to tie it back. Mona takes a seat at the bar, carefully setting her hat onto the free seat next to her.

“I thought the Angel’s Share doesn’t serve food,” Mona says as she watches Diluc prepare a glass. She’s certainly enough complaints from Kaeya about that very fact.

“Oh?” Diluc hums, “And where did you get that information from?”

“Kaeya,” Mona answers and then grimaces.

Diluc raises an eyebrow at her, “You shouldn’t listen to everything Kaeya says.”

He a tall glass of something blue and cold towards her. Her nose tickles with the smell of mint and her mouth waters a little at the sight of the perfectly golden berries.

“Serving food is relatively new. We’re testing it out for now,” Diluc admits, “During the Windblume festival this year we received many comments regarding the fact that we don’t serve anything to pair with our drinks, while the Cat’s Tail does. We listen to our customer’s feedback and try to address it when we can, especially when it can help us against our competitors.”

Mona sips the drink, toes curling in her boots as the cool, refreshing mint flavor spreads over her body.

“I didn’t realize the Angel’s Share had competitors.” Mona certainly knows that Margaret considers the Cat’s Tail to be a competitor to the Angel’s Share, but she didn’t think it was reciprocal.

Diluc shrugs his shoulders, slowly rolling his sleeves up. “Allergies?”

“Pardon?”

“Do you have any allergies?” Diluc asks.

“No, wait — “

But before Mona can stop him Diluc has already nodded and disappeared into the back room behind the bar. She can only guess that it’s the kitchen area.

Mona groans. She wonders if she can open a tab. She thinks she’s heard Kaeya or Lisa mentioning having a tab here before.

While Mona is mentally rearranging her finances to accommodate for this sudden and rather strange turn of events, Diluc comes out with what looks like a tower of meat. Mona’s eyes pop as he sets it front of her.

It smells amazing and Mona’s stomach agrees because it lets out another gurgle.

“Eat it slowly,” Diluc warns her.

“I — that’s a lot,” Mona says, but she can’t take her eyes off of it. So much meat! Mona already knows it’s going to taste divine, but she’s going to be feeling sluggish and sleepy for hours after. She’ll have to drag herself back to her little house and sleep it off. It’ll be her entire day. And possibly evening. “I — don’t suppose you serve salads.”

Diluc snorts out a laugh, shaking his head and turning away to wipe down another section of the bar.

“I thought as much,” Mona sighs. “I — I meant it when I said I don’t have the funds right now.”

She bites her lip. She’s loathe to use her hard earned skills as an astrologist for such material matters as this, but she’s also equally as reluctant to accept someone else’s pity.

“If you like I can forecast the harvest for you in exchange for your kindness, Master Diluc,” Mona says.

Diluc shakes his head again, “No need. Mondstadt is bountiful with stable seasons. I have no need of such a thing.”

Mona scowls. “A personal fortune, then?”

Diluc shoots her a dry look over his shoulder.

Mona squares her shoulders, crossing her own arms. “I insist on a fair exchange. I do not have mora with me, but I do have my skills as an astrologer. It would not do for me to accept such a kindness without returning it with something of my own.”

The man sighs, turning towards her, “Alright. What do you need to do your work?”

Mona hums, squinting at him. “What’s your constellation?”

“Noctua,” he replies.

Nothing new to be found there, then. Mona knows enough about Diluc Ragnvindr that Noctua isn’t much of a surprise. She doubts he’d be very interested in her telling him about the darkness before the dawn or a wealth of tragedy followed by a boon of grace.

She holds out her hand. “Palm.”

Diluc’s eyebrows raise as he holds his hand out to her.

Mona takes his palm in hers, narrowing her eyes as she examines the lines of his hand. She’s momentarily surprised by the callouses and scars on his hand. She’d expected a wealthy man such as himself to have finger hands — more well cared for. There are even faint traces of burns, a few she can see that splotch and dot Diluc’s pale arm.

Then again, he is a former knight. And he is still a formidable fighter. Mona doubts that Diluc has managed to maintain his figure by overseeing a bar and walking about vineyards while inspecting invoices all day.

Mona traces the air above his hand as she studies the grooves of his palm in the dim lighting of the bar.

“Air hands,” Mona mutters to herself. “With a sunken Apollo. Flat Venus. Imbalanced Mars with a fragmented heart line.”

She sighs, looking up at Diluc. “You need to focus more on the people who are still with you. It’s going to be painful and unpleasant, but that’s what needs to be done or you’ll face regrets for the rest of your days. And I mean more than whatever you already feel.”

She moves her hands away from Diluc’s. “Also you should just tell Kaeya that if he’s hungry you’ll feed him. Even if the Cat’s Tail somehow overtakes the Angel’s Share Kaeya’s still going to come here instead of there. You’ve already got what they don’t have.”

Diluc’s hand remains in place, held tense.

“And that is?” He asks, voice low and teetering between anger and something much more fragile.

Mona looks Diluc straight in the eye. This is her own sort of kindness. Diluc fed a starving astrologer with his own hands, so Mona will return his own sort of hunger with hers.

“A taste of home, Master Diluc,” Mona replies evenly. New to Mondstadt she may be, an unfamiliar with many of the people and the ways their lives have woven together and frayed apart, but there are some things that cannot be hidden from the stars and their reflections.

Brothers raised by the same hand in the same roof — regardless of blood shared — will have similar tells. And while Mona hasn’t spent very much time interacting with Diluc, she’s had plenty of time with Kaeya to spot the similarities.

Diluc’s breath leaves him as he closes his eyes, fingers curling into his palm as he pulls his hand back and turns away from her. Mona takes up her fork and knife, turning to face her own personal challenge of tucking away this tower of meat.

“Thank you,” he says after a moment.

“You are most welcome Master Diluc,” Mona says, “And if you’re taking suggestions for your new menu might I suggest something lighter than a tower of steaks?”

[lady-divine-writes]

Truth (Part 2 of 2)

Summary:

Anxiety causes Crowley to change into his demonic form. But when he can't remember how to change back, Aziraphale helps, fighting truth with truth.

(AO3)

“What time is our reservation again, my dear?” Aziraphale asks from outside Crowley’s locked office door. Aziraphale knows what time their reservation is. It’s 8:30. Crowley has reminded him numerous times, going so far as to leave a plethora of messages around his shop written in midnight black ink on red Post-It paper that not a single soul with working eyes could ignore. They’re stuck to his teapot, his chair, his curio cabinet; they’ve even made their way inside his books so that the few customers he’s had this past week have actually taken it upon themselves to remind him, too, as they paid for their purchases.

All very unnecessary seeing as demon and angel have started living together now.

One would be hard pressed to tell that seeing as Aziraphale’s presence in Crowley’s flat has been limited so far in its representation. But it’s there in subtle ways – a rare book here, a miniature oil painting there, a few tartan items on Crowley’s dresser in the bedroom, a bottle of his favorite spirits in the fridge, a box of biscuits in the cupboard, those sorts of things. The time they don’t spend in Crowley’s flat they spend together in Aziraphale’s bookshop, absolutely surrounded by those crimson Post-Its. So there’s no way Aziraphale could have forgotten.

But it seems Crowley has, making a beeline for his office the second they’d gotten in and locking the door. Aziraphale assumed he wanted to give his plants a decent misting before they went out, though that doesn’t explain his locking the door. But he’s been inside for hours, and Aziraphale can’t seem to get him out.

“Uh … 8:30,” Crowley replies, his voice muffled by the thick door between them. “Why?”

“Well, it’s 7:45 now, so I figure we should get a wiggle on? You know, to wherever it is you’re taking us? Though considering the way you drive, it will likely take us only three-and-a-half seconds to get there. But I would like to, just this once, go to dinner without putting the fear of God into anyone.”

That last comment is bait. Any other time it would succeed in luring his demon out of hiding so Crowley can inform him that he doesn’t put the fear of God into anyone, and that that saying is a side-effect of societal conditioning. Besides, if a life-or-death situation puts the fear of God into someone over the fear of Satan, then that should say a thing or two about God, shouldn’t it?

But Crowley doesn’t rise to the challenge, not even with so much as a huff.

“I’ll just be another moment,” Crowley says. “I’m wrapping up a few things.”

“Okay.” Aziraphale sighs and backs away from the door. “I’ll be in the kitchen having a brandy when you’re ready. Please, don’t take too long.”

Too long? It’s only been 6000 years! That’s not too long, is it? “I won’t, angel.”

Crowley stands by the door, listening to Aziraphale’s footsteps pad off down the hallway. He waits till he can no longer hear them, then sneaks out of his office and heads to the bedroom. He’s not dressed for dinner. Not an inch, but that’s not a concern. He doesn’t own a single outfit he can’t toss on in less than a second.

He’d gone to his office to prepare for tonight, to grab something important – no, something essential. But when he found it, it triggered a minor anxiety attack, which steadily became a major anxiety attack the longer he looked at it.

Now he’s trapped in the midst of a full blown existential crisis on what should be one of the most important nights of their lives.

He hurries through the bedroom and into the bathroom where his ensemble for the evening hangs on the back of the door, waiting for him to put it on. It took him over a week to pick it out - ludicrous since he doesn’t have much in the way of variety in his wardrobe. Black on black with a few articles of dark grey, some trimmed in red - that’s all he owns.

Shocking.

And for a demon about to propose to an angel, a creature of love and kindness and light, that’s pretty pathetic.

Aziraphale deserves beauty, Crowley thinks as he puts on his somber clothes. He deserves rainbows and sunshine and starlight.

Starlight.

Crowley could give him starlight at least … couldn’t he? He gave starlight to the world. He should be able to give it to Aziraphale.

He looks down at his hands, but he can’t bring himself to snap his fingers.

He can’t bring himself to try and fail.

No. He can’t give Aziraphale starlight. Not now. Not as a demon.

As an angel, he could, but as a demon, what can he do?

He can show him affection in the shallow way humans do, by showering him with lavish gifts. That would be easy for him, take no effort whatsoever. But Aziraphale isn’t impressed by those things. $18,000 watches, expensive cars and clothes don’t impress him. Everything Crowley owns has a designer label attached and Aziraphale has never once batted an eye.

He’s been wearing the exact same coat for over a hundred-and-eighty years, for Satan’s sake! His glasses might actually be older!

Even the restaurant Crowley is taking them to tonight – the finest new French restaurant he could find in London, with an exclusive guest list and lines around the corner – won’t likely impress him.

And if the crepes are crap, he’ll write it off completely, even if the flatware is gold-plated.

Aziraphale relishes the things that show Crowley cares, that he listens when he talks, that he pays attention to his tastes: old books, classical music, trips to the museum, food. He’s filled his bookshop with quaint personal touches – cherubs and teacups and snuff boxes collected throughout the centuries. He didn’t hunt them down and buy them in the present, shelling out hundreds upon hundreds of dollars for them. He bought them from the original artists and kept them safe. Some of the keepsakes in his shop are worth thousands; some are worth nothing. But they’re there because he loves them, and that makes them priceless.

Crowley’s flat is cold and impersonal in comparison, the few things he owns priceless in dollar value, but honestly, most of it means nothing to him.

It’s there for show.

He flips the collar of his shirt, changing it from red to tartan in Aziraphale’s own personal pattern. It’s a little thing, but Aziraphale would appreciate that … wouldn’t he?

Is it enough?

Crowley looks at himself in the mirror and grimaces. Yup. There he is, looking exactly the way he always fucking does - like a Goddamned serial killer, except now he has a plucky tartan collar.

“What the bloody fuck am I doing?” he growls at his reflection. “Aziraphale’s an angel! He’s handsome and smart and witty and fun! He inspires humanity to be better! Who am I compared to that? I’ll tell you who I am - I’m a bitter old snake who drives too fast and yells at plants! He deserves better than me!” Crowley shakes his head, sinking further and further with every turn of his cheek into the mire of his own self-hatred. “He doesn’t know what I am. Not really.”

But if Aziraphale did, he wouldn’t turn away. He wouldn’t leave. Crowley knows this. That’s not who Aziraphale is. He would stand beside Crowley to his own destruction. Marriage to Crowley could most definitely destroy him, if for no other reason that it would put a big, red bullseye on his back for every supernatural entity to see, good or evil.

They’ve managed to keep Heaven and Hell off their backs, but how long can that last?

Aziraphale would say forever, but Crowley doesn’t have much in the way of faith.

Crowley has been lying to everyone. He’s been lying to Hell about what he’s been doing, lying to himself that he’s worthy of his angel.

Lying to Aziraphale, which is the biggest sin of them all.

It’s not so much a lie, he assures himself, but an omission. It never came up, so he never told. Is that really the same thing?

He snarls at his face in the mirror.

Fuck! Is he really trying to loophole his way out of this one? To himself?

He chuckles humorlessly. Of course I am. I’m a demon. That’s what I do.

And because he’s so good at it, Aziraphale is lying, too.

Corruption. It’s contagious.

And regardless of the money he’s accumulated, the status he holds, the power he has, that’s all he can give his angel.

Corruption.

“He thinksss that, deep down, I’m a good perssson,” he hisses. “Becaussse he’sss never ssseen true Evil!” A flashback of Satan rising through the asphalt pops into his head as if in response to that remark. He shakes his head. “Not wearing the face of sssomeone he lovesss! He trusssts me too much! He’sss making a missstake! He doesssn’t believe I can be all that bad!” Crowley swallows hard, swallows down the power swelling within him, that’s called to the surface whenever he gets angry. “Well, if he refussses to believe, I’ll ssshow him! He’ll sssee!”

With a snap of his fingers, he transforms. Wings tear his shirt, ripping through it like paper. His skin goes grey, falls from his frame in chunks revealing maggots underneath. His fingernails grow and curve unto themselves, tips piercing his flesh. Muscles bulge unsightly, joints crack. Feathers fall from his wings till they’re skeletal, the graceful arches bending like wire. His face elongates, hollows at the cheeks, his eyes going black and sinking into their sockets.

The next time he dares look at his face, he’s unrecognizable.

He doesn’t change into this form often. He’s too fond of the human façade he’s created for himself. Every time he changes, he fears he won’t be able to go back. But this is him. And if Aziraphale is dead set and determined to convince himself that he’s in love with a demon, then he needs to see Crowley for who he is.

Crowley stares at himself in the mirror, takes a good long look so that he’ll stop forgetting, stop convincing himself he’s something he’s not.

He can only stand it for a second, then he turns away.

Yes, this demon is him, but it’s also not him. Not entirely. Not anymore. And not for a long time. He might hate that this is the real form of the demon Crowley, but he has to give himself credit for the good that he’s done, intentionally or otherwise. The good that he is.

The parts of him that Aziraphale loves, which seems to be all of him, good or bad.

He sighs, ragged breaths issuing from holes in his lungs and filling up his entire chest cavity, ringing through it like the wind howling through a dead wood log. He knows he has to tell Aziraphale, but not now. He can’t do it now. He doesn’t have the strength. He’s already tapping every inch of his energy to get through this proposal.

He doesn’t know how he could land two weights of equal mass on Aziraphale’s shoulders in one night and expect him to stick around.

Of course, he should probably drop this one on him first, but the demon in him consistently convinces him that’s a bad idea.

And the cowardice in his subconscious tends to agree.

“All right,” he says, his voice an octave lower, grinding in his throat as if drug over nails and rocks. “We’re done pitying ourselves for now. Let’s be done with this, and propose to our angel.”

He snaps his fingers again, picturing, as best he can, his human face in his head.

But nothing happens.

That’s not entirely true. He swears he sees a bright white light. It actually stops his heart for a second since he assumes Aziraphale has miracled his way in, but it’s not his angel. A glance around the room proves that he’s still alone.

And he’s still a mess.

He tries again. He snaps his fingers. No white light this time, so that must have been an illusion, but nothing else changes. Only now, the image of his face in his head has begun to fade.

He snaps and snaps until the skin on his fingers starts to peel away, but not a bit of him goes back to normal.

But what is normal? He’s having a difficult time remembering.

“Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!” he mumbles, going about this a different way and attacking himself instead. He tugs at his wings, digs his nails into his arms, his face, trying to tear through the rotting flesh to the human skin he prays lies underneath.

But it doesn’t.

There’s not an inch of good or healthy or wholesome within him. It’s an illusion. All an illusion. An armor he uses to blend in, deceive. An armor he’s grown to rely on as much as he relies on Aziraphale.

And he doesn’t know how to get it back.

[kelsinjon-blog]

The Benefits of Adult Orthodontics

With Baby Boomers reaching a certain age, the benefits of orthodontia for adults become very apparent. This generation is not going to succumb to aging gracefully. They are going to go out and fight the whole process. If you are going to take care of your health and pay attention to your body's needs as you age, you cannot ignore your dental health.

Dental care in the total picture

Forget about aesthetics for a minute and think about how good dental health affects the rest of your overall health. Maintaining your teeth allows proper chewing of your food, leading to better absorption of nutrients and minerals in your body, making it stronger and healthier.

Neglected teeth can become infected. These infections can cause permanent damage to any of your internal organs; including damage to the arteries and chambers of the heart, which can lead to a shorter lifespan. A neglected infection of the teeth or gums can be life threatening.

Dental alignment

Although young people are the main target for teeth alignment with the help of braces, more and more adults are also looking for a better smile. Now that orthodontists have developed braces that are virtually invisible, there has been an increase in the number of adults who wear them. By aligning their teeth, adults can not only chew better, but the pain that can accompany misalignment can be reduced or even eliminated.

Appearances

Individuals with good self-esteem and pride in appearance have been shown to be happier, which in turn can mean living longer. Therefore, opting for braces, porcelain veneers, or even whiteners to improve your dental health and appearance only adds to your overall well-being.

We have even reached a stage where dental caps can be designed to match the color of our natural teeth. Unsightly silver fillers are a thing of the past, and replacing them eliminates the risk of mercury in these fillers.

Old wire bridges are now being replaced by permanent teeth that can be attached to your own natural teeth or even to the jaw. Another highly requested dental procedure is whitening. Although the very young whiten their teeth for a perfect smile, adults find that whitening can remove discoloration from aging or smoke-stained teeth.

Orthodontics has even developed porcelain veneers that can be applied to severely deformed or damaged teeth. Gone are the days when dentists pulled out your teeth and replaced them with dentures. Now anyone with proper dental care can maintain their own teeth even in advanced old age.

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Week 10: Distance

November 11, 2036

The hangar is busy, full of people coming and going. There are voices raised in the background, some excited and some alarmed. The techs are talking damage, and repairs, and Jacob’s spent enough time studying his ma’s stuff and hanging out with Yoshioka that most days, he can keep up with what they’re saying.

Today’s not one of those days.

Today, it’s hard to concentrate. The world feels kind of wobbly, and everything spins when he closes his eyes. There’s a snail’s trail of blood snaking its way down his cheek, warm and steady, but he doesn’t reach up to wipe it away.

He kind of feels like he’s going to puke.

Somewhere to the left, Iyawa is stepping out of Nova with some help, leaving behind the dented shell of her suit for repairs.

Somewhere to the right, Xia’s flexing Nemesis’ hands, the paint scraped from the knuckles, telling her techs she wants a grenade launcher.

Jacob doesn’t say anything.

He closes his eyes, and makes himself sit up straight, and wills the world to stop spinning.

In front of him, his mother’s face is unreadable — smooth and composed, devoid of any tells. Behind her glasses, her eyes are focused on the suit Jacob still wears.

She has the panel open on one of his arms. She’s adjusting the wiring there with a pair of pliers, and Jacob follows the motions with his eyes until he has to close them again, fighting against a wave of nausea.

He swallows, and breathes in through his nose. His head feels like a cracked egg, and he’s not — he’s not sure why she’s here. She’s not even on Hurricane’s prep team.

She leaves off poking at Hurricane’s arm and turns toward the holo-screen in the air nearby, paging through damage reports with a finger.

“They bench Alpha today or something?” says Jacob.

He regrets it almost instantly. His mother’s eyes slide toward him, fixing him with a piercing stare. “A member of your prep team was indisposed,” she says. “I was asked to step in as a substitute.”

Her inflection is flat; her expression gives nothing away. Jacob’s known his mother all his life, though. He knows exactly what it looks like when she’s annoyed to have been pulled away from her work.

“I mean,” says Jacob. “That part I know? Didn’t see Mikami when we headed out. It’s just… one down, usually they got it covered.” He ducks his head a little — watches her face without trying to look like he’s watching her face. “So, I guess, like. What gives?”

He knows what the answer won’t be. He knows.

Sometimes before a mission, his mother’s in the hangar taking care of prep for Team Alpha. Sometimes when he gets back, she’ll be working on other projects. But it’s not very often, and she’s always so focused. She always has something to do, something to worry about, and that something is never Jacob.

“Your suit’s a disaster,” says Jacob’s mother, blunt. “They needed another pair of hands.”

He swallows, and ducks his head.

“Sorry,” he says, quiet.

Jacob’s mother presses her lips together, into a hard line.

She reaches behind him, to trigger the manual release that will free the helmet from the rest of the suit. She pulls it loose, a single motion that’s more efficient than gentle, and Jacob bites down on his lip, hard, to keep the hiss of pain from leaving him.

“It’s going to take the better part of the day to repair this.” She’s turned toward the holo-screen again, frowning up at the damage there. Her thumb is on the dented metal, touching the place where something punctured almost completely through the plating. “There’s damage to the HUD wiring.”

“For real,” says Jacob, kind of shaky. “Was hardly getting any visuals, there at the end.”

Jacob’s mother ignores him — frowns harder, and sets the helmet aside. “Show me your arm.”

He offers the left, and the first hint of real irritation creeps through when she says, “The other arm.”

Jacob winces — holds out the one that hurts to move. “Sorry,” he says again.

From the corner of his eye, he catches sight of the rest of his prep team. Egawa’s kind of half-watching, an uncharacteristic frown on her face. Schroepfer’s still running diagnostics, but when he catches Jacob looking, he glances away again.

“Is the blade eject functional?” says Jacob’s mother.

“Uh,” says Jacob, “Naw, I think — I‘m pretty sure it’s jammed.”

She reaches for the manual release on the gauntlet — works it free with both hands. Underneath, his forearm’s bleeding sluggishly where the dented metal punctured the skin. The bruise radiating out from the spot is a deep, unsightly black.

Jacob’s mother turns away to compare the gauntlet to the one in the holo-display.

Jacob tips his head back. He takes a slow breath in, willing away the stinging at the corners of his eyes.

“Well, that arm’s a pretty sight,” says Schroepfer, somewhere near at hand, and Jacob opens his eyes to see the tech standing over him. “Come, on your feet. Let’s get you down to the med bay.”

“Pretty sure it’s not broken,” says Jacob, though the words feel strange in his mouth — a little slurred, not quite the right shape.

“Perhaps not,” says Schroepfer. “But if that’s not a concussion, I’ll eat my hat.”

He doesn’t have a hat. Jacob has, in fact, never seen him wear a hat.

Usually he’d crack a joke about it — get in some good-natured ribbing about Schroepfer’s constant quest to slip weird English idioms into the middle of Japanese sentences. But he’s kind of not feeling it, today. He’s kind of tired, and kind of dizzy, and he still feels like he might puke, a little.

He wants to fast-forward a couple of hours, to the part when he gets cleared to leave the med bay — when he can ditch out until morning, hit the city so hard his head stops spinning, then head back at dawn and do it all over again.

Jacob closes his eyes — hears Egawa’s voice, pitched too low for him to make out words, tone hushed but insistent.

There are hands on him, then, and Schroepfer says, “Up you get. Leave the suit with us, hero.”

“I got it,” says Jacob. “I’m good.”

He does, too. It takes him a couple of seconds, but he gets his feet up under him, and he makes himself stand. He shuts the suit down, and it peels back enough for him to step free, and if his knees almost buckle when he’s on his own legs again instead of held up by metal, well. He covers it up okay.

“Can we get a medic over here?” says Egawa, and instantly there’s another set of hands nearby, helping him take a couple of shaky steps forward.

“For real,” says Jacob, and ducks his head. “I’m cool, I got this.”

He glances toward his mother — takes in the back of her white lab coat and the angle of her head, turned away to stare up at the display on the holo-screen.

“Let’s, uh,” he says. “Let’s go, I guess.” He waits a beat, and then a beat longer — kind of hoping. The silence gets uncomfortable, so he pulls up a smile from somewhere, and turns toward the medic.

“Lead the way, dude. Let’s quit bugging these guys; they got work to do.”

[petemiller0]

8 Dangerous Pests That Can Harm Your Health or Property

The problem with pests can be a major issue for homeowners. Even spiders, which might not cause much damage, can be annoying because you have to clean their webs every time before it builds up and makes your home look shabby. Other types of pests can do serious harm if left unchecked. You have to immediately get rid of them if you don't want to risk severe property damage or worse, deadly diseases to your family and pets. However, there is hope: with proper pest control you can ensure everyone's safety by eliminating these dangerous pests from your property. 

Rats and Mice

Rodents can do a lot of damage to your home: they chew through furniture, walls and wires with their gnawing teeth and nesting habits. You need rodent control because these pesky creatures are constantly gnawing to trim their incisors. What's even scarier, they grow quickly — increasing the risk of spreading diseases. Their urine and feces can spread:

Leptospirosis

Salmonella

Lymphocytic choriomeningitis (LCMV) 

Tularemia 

Hantavirus

Mosquitoes and Ticks

These tiny bugs are terrible far beyond their size. Not only do they bite, causing itching and irritation, but they can spread diseases, too. Ticks carry diseases that could make your pets sick, while mosquitoes can carry and spread a whole host of diseases, such as: 

Malaria

West Nile virus

Zika virus

Dengue 

Yellow fever

Bedbugs

Indeed you shouldn't let these bedbugs bite. They suck your blood to feed on you, leaving you itchy and with unsightly welts. They grow and multiply quickly, spreading from your bed to your couch, clothes, linen, carpets and where not. They will also commonly leave the following behind:

Shed exoskeleton

Bedbug eggs

Bodily excrement

Specks of dried blood

Termites

The termite colony is a small but terrible insect that can cause structural damage to your property. They should never be ignored when you see signs of their activity, as they feed on cellulose and weaken building materials such as wood or paper, causing billions in damages each year!

Flies

Flies are pesky little bugs that can be bothersome when they hover around you and your food. However, it's important to stay vigilant in swatting them because flies can carry several diseases, such us:

E.coli

Vibrio

Salmonella

Shigella

Roaches

These harmful bugs contaminate food, causing Salmonellosis and spreading other illnesses. As nocturnal creatures, they hide behind walls or crevices, increasing their population without you noticing.

Ant Colonies

If you see one of them somewhere in your home, it means there's thousands more hiding because ants thrive in large colonies. Their presence in your kitchen and pantry can result in contamination of your food supply. Certain breeds, like fire ants, are known to kill, while large carpenter ants can damage building foundations.

Raccoons

Raccoons can be one of the most tenacious pests around, so don't try to take them out by yourself. These wildlife creatures seek shelter in crawl spaces and attics. They can be very aggressive—and their bites can make you severely ill.

These are just a small sample of the dangerous pests that can infest your property and threaten your health. The best way to handle them is by calling professionals like to exterminate them.

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15 Common House Bugs and How to Identify Them, According to Insect Experts

Bugs belong outside—but they somehow always make their way into a crack or crevice you weren’t expecting. And when they do, spotting one in your home can range from eye-roll inducing to majorly freaky. The good news: Most house bugs won’t harm you. In fact, they’re likely more afraid of you than you are of them.

You may notice more insects lurking about during a major season change, after a heavy rain sets in, or if you have food lying around—and even though most bugs shouldn’t concern you, you probably want to identify and get rid of them ASAP for your own peace of mind.

So, we turned to several entomologists and pest control experts to help us round up a list of creepy crawlers you can find living in your home. From invasive species to weird-looking spiders to brightly-colored beetles, here are the most common house bugs to know, how to identify them, and whether or not you should worry if you spot one.

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