#incorrect rv

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Ack-ack: Eddie and I don’t use pet names.

Burgin: I see. Say Skip, what do bees make?

Ack-ack: Honey?

Hillbilly: Yes, darlin?

Ack-ack:*silence*

Burgin: Don't ever lie to my face again.

[morganski-19]

Sometime after Season 3 *Dustin going to get the front seat but Robin pushes him out of the way Robin: I get the front seat Dustin: Steve Steve: She gets the front seat, Dustin Dustin: Why can't I have the front seat Robin: Because of my motion sickness Steve: *following* Because of her motion sickness Dustin: *grumbling while getting into the backseat* Steve: *whispering to Robin* Do you even have motion sickness Robin: Nope

[idleplath]

irene: so my entire life people have told me i'm the most beautiful thing they've ever seen and i'm like, no i'm beautiful on the inside.

wendy: yeah i can see that y'know.

irene: i'm not shallow.

[thank-youforyourcooperation]

Chasing the Wind

a/n: I am so excited to actually be doing this. I did not go into this movie thinking I would want to write something, but came out of it in love with Kate Carter. Unfortunately, the gays need to be fed and there were next to no wlw fics with Kate so I took it upon myself to write one. I don’t know how far into this I’ll go, but I’m planning on going all the way through the movie and after. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

Pairing: Kate Carter x fem!oc

Summary: Carol was content with the way her life had went after the accident. She had a fun job chasing storms and a good family around her. Her whole world changed when a meteorologist from New York comes riding into her life leading her on the chase of her life.

Warnings: mild language, incorrect meteorology

Word Count: 2.6k

“Ty, get your heavy ass body off of me.” Carol shoves the man off of her half asleep body. The sun was barely peeking over the motel parking lot, lighting the inside of the trailer with a warm glow. The sunlight neary blinded her, but Tylers figure laying on top of her blocked the sun’s rays from hitting her face

Tyler chucked. “Come on now Carol, you know you love me.” Tyler shimmied his way off of Carol’s bed putting his hat on his head. 

“Do I now?” She rolled off of the bed getting ready for Tyler’s bullshit. He stuck his finger in her face jokingly, “Yeah, you do,” but quickly pulled it back when she went to bite it. “Hey,” He yelped, waking up Boone in the process. “I need that for my very important job.”

Carol smirked up at him, kicking Boone in the shin, “Come on Booney baby we gotta get up and running so Tyler doesn’t lose his very important job” Boone mumbles something incoherent from his position on the floor, pulling his blanket over his head. Tyler laughs sarcastically making his way out of the trailer. 

Carol tied her hair up in a low bun and followed him out of the RV jumping on his back. Tyler groaned at the extra weight, but wrangled her onto his back. “So Tyler, what are your plans for today? Woo more women by putting your face on a T-shirt?” Tyler’s body shook with a chuckle and let out a long sigh. 

“You say that as if you don’t do the same thing Caroline.” He said, drawing out her name with an obnoxious drawl. The woman turned her head to face him, an offended look on her face. 

“First of all, don't call me that,” She glared, “Second of all, I will have you know, I can get some without slapping my face on a t-shirt.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve got some good looks and even better southern charm” She shot him an innocent look. He dropped her off her place on his back, leaving her to catch herself before she fell to the ground. 

“Hey!” She exclaimed. He chuckled at the glare she sent him. 

“Yea, you’re a real charmer Devon!” He yelled over his shoulder on his way to wake up the rest of the gang. 

-

“Alright Wranglers, this is Ben. He's gonna be doing a piece ‘bout how we live on this side of the pond.” Carol introduced the nervous man standing between her and Tyler. “I want y’all to be on your best behavior. That means you Ty.” 

The man in question rolled his eyes at her crossing his arms over his body. He threw a smirk at her, inclining his head. It was a silent promise that he wasn’t going to be on his best behavior. The group watched as the two spoke silently to each other using only their weird facial expressions.

“Yes and I hope you’ll be taking precautions to ensure my safety.” Ben’s face twisted into concern realizing what he’s gotten himself into, or who he’s gotten himself into. 

Dani laughed at the nervous man, teasing him. “Don’t get too skittish around the tornadoes Ben. They don’t bite.” Carol chuckled at Dani, looking at the British man whose face turned white as a sheet.

 Carol shrugged, “She’s not wrong, you’ll be just fine.” The man dabbed his forehead with a napkin nervously. 

“Don’t worry too much Ben, you’ll ride with me.” Tyler patted the man on the shoulder and hopped into his truck. Ben followed shortly after, with Carol taking the front seat. 

“And if you fear it...” Tyler trailed off, turning his head to Carol, grinning.

“Ride it.” Carol finished beaming at the blond man beside her. Tyler whooped rolling down the windows and sped off the motel parking lot, kicking up dirt behind them.

Carol started recording on all of the truck’s cameras and her handheld camera, pointing it at Tyler. “DJ Carol, what are we rocking with today?” Tyler said in an announcer voice. The girl just smiled, shaking her head at his antics she put her favorite mixtape into the sound system, turning the volume up to blast Luke Combs out the windows.

Sticking her head out the open window, Carol hollered out into the wind. There was nothing better than this. Just her, her family and the beauty of the storm. The wind whipped her hair in her face as she took in the morning air. 

Tyler drove in front of Dexter and Lily towards the best lookout in the town, the local gas station,  where everyone scoped out the sky. Carol pointed her camera at Tyler, “Ty, the people want to know, what product do you put in your hair to keep it so pretty?” He let out a full belly laugh before answering to the camera with a smirk.

“Sorry y’all, it’s all genetics. I’m just naturally pretty.” Carol laughed at him and his teasing. She pointed the camera towards herself. “Guys, he wants the edits. Someone edit that.”

They pulled up to the lookout where groups of people dressed in rain gear and cameras hanging from their necks waited for them to pull up. “Looky here T, it’s StormPar.” Carol hung herself out the window and restarted the Luke Combs song, capturing on the camera the groups of people that came in to go chasing.

“Hey StormPar, we’re live on Youtube, say something cool!” The woman showed the live stream the members of the pristine looking group of storm chasers. 

“Blow me.” One of them shouted out to her. Carol laughed at the man and turned the camera back to herself, smirking. “You wish I would. Come on, science is fun, right?” She whooped out at the crowd of people. 

Exiting the car, Tyle was swarmed by the crowd of fans. Boone ran up to him, pointing the camera at him. “Hey T! Tell the folks at home how you’re feeling.” Tyler smiled at the sky.

“I’m feeling pretty good, Boone” He turned to the crowd with a smile on his face. “And if you feel it…” He hollered. 

“Chase it!” The crowd yelled back at him. 

Carol looked at the crowd standing on the other side of the truck. Standing on top of the truck she yelled into the crowd, “He said if you feel it…”

“Chase it!” They screamed back to her, cheering. Carol hopped down next to Tyler. Boone pointed the live stream at himself and Tyler. 

“Oh, it’s a beautiful day.” Tyler said, helping Carol down into the crowd. 

“Beautiful day!” Boone exclaimed to the camera. 

Carol turned to look at the crowd of people and locked eyes with a blond woman standing with StormPar. Tyler patted her shoulder turning her towards Dani who busted open the door to the RV. “Hey, you tornado nerds! Who wants a T-shirt?” The crowd cheered, pulling a laugh out of Carol. 

She turned back to look at the blonde woman only to find that she was already looking at her. Carol tipped her hat at her with a smirk. She looked way too serious to be storm chasing, but since she was standing with StormPar, she probably needed to loosen up a little. 

“Hey Dani!” Carol yelled to her friend, “How many shirts of me do we have left in stock?” The woman disappeared back into the RV for a second.

“We’ve got three left. Why?” Dani came back out holding three shirts with Carol’s face on them depicting her corralling a tornado with a lasso and some cheesy storm chasing line on it. 

“I’ll sign the last three shirts for the people that buy them.” She told the crowd. She was met with yells of excitement and cheering from the group. She heard Tyler laugh from next to her. 

Boone pointed the live stream at her, pointing a finger at her grinning face. “Casanova strikes again. T, I don’t think you’re the heartthrob of the group anymore.” Carol laughed at Boone’s teasing, sticking her tongue out at Tyler.

She walks over to the people who bought her shirt and signed them, taking a picture with a few of the folks. “Alright, I’ll see you guys out there. Be safe!” She turned away from the crowd only to find the blonde woman walking off looking at the sky. Tyler came over to her and followed her line of sight. 

Looking back and forth between the two, Tyler saw a look he hadn't seen in a long time. He nudged her with his shoulder raising his eyebrows at the shorter girl who just rolled her eyes. “I know that look.” He swayed back and forth on his feet. “If you don't do it I will.” 

Carol looked at him surprised. They both knew what that meant. “You need to get out there Carol.” He mumbled. 

Without saying a word she started walking towards the blonde. Carol watched her delicately pick up a dandelion and let the seeds fly out of her hand.

“You know I used to do that.” Carol strode up behind the woman, trying not to startle her. The blonde looked back to her for a second then turned away looking mildly annoyed. Carol looked out at the sky. “Compare the wind direction to cloud movement. Get you a feel for the shear.” Carol looked at the cloud formation in the east, then the one in the west, then back to the woman who still hadn’t given her a second look. 

Carol walked up to stand next to the blonde. She was slightly taller than the woman, but that might have just been because of the lifts in her boots. She put her hands on her hips, looking out at the sky again. “Yea. I believe old ways are better than the new sometimes.” 

The blonde looked up at Carol for a brief second, then turned back to the sky, comparing the two cloud formations like Carol had done. Realizing that the woman wasn’t going to say anything, Carol pushed a bit more. 

“So, where you coming in from? California? Cause I think y’all got enough natural disasters going on over there.” Carol said somewhat jokingly. The woman next to her swallowed and let out a curt, “New York.”

Carol looked back to the woman next to her, scanning her side profile. Slightly surprised that the woman answered her question.  “Well, you’re a long way from home, city girl. You come out all this way to see our slice of the country or do you like working for StormPar?” 

Carol turned to look at the fancy trucks StormPar brought and back at the woman who turned to look back at her. Before either of them could speak, Ben jogged up to them. “Caroline, do we know which storm we’re going after yet? Tyler said you would know.” Ben was slightly apprehensive to even ask. 

Carol turned to look at Ben. “Carol is fine.” She said, turning to look at the woman she still didn’t know the name of. “Well why don’t we ask-” She trailed off pointing to the blonde standing next to her.

“Kate.” 

The woman turned around to greet Ben then turned towards Carol. Pleased with her progress, Carol gave Kate a warm smile, making eye contact. “Hi, Kate. I'm Caroline, but everyone calls me Carol.” She stared unabashedly at the shorter girl. She was fascinating. 

Kate

Beautiful was out of the question, anyone with eyes could see that she was absolutely stunning. The way her hair fell perfectly framing her face. Her lips were pursed in annoyance, but Caol could see how kissable they looked. Kate’s brown eyes locked with Carol's green ones and she could swear that she couldn’t look away if she tried. 

Kate

Ben looked back and forth between the two women. He reached his hand out to shake, introducing himself. “And I’m Ben. I’m a reporter doing a piece on American storm chasing.” Ben stuttered slightly introducing himself. Kate shook his hand firmly,giving him a polite smile.

Breaking out from her daze, Carol caught up with what was being said and looked down at her hands, fiddling with them. “Yeah.” 

“Caroline and Tyler are letting me ride along.” He said with a nervous, but excited smile.

Carol looked back up at Ben with a smile “Yeah, Ben just had to promise to write nothing but good stuff about me. And call me Carol, Ben.” She patted him lightly on the chest with a chuckle. 

Kate looked politely between the two before dismissing herself. “Well, good luck with that.” She started walking away from the two, when Carol stepped in to stop her. 

Carol didn’t want the short conversation to end. “Hang on.” Kate stopped and turned back around to make eye contact with Carol. Carol looked down, not being able to hold eye contact with the shorter girl for long. 

“You didn’t say which way we were going yet.” She chuckled. Looking around at the sky, Carol pointed west towards the double formation. “Now, from what I gather, west, we double our chances.” Spinning around gesturing behind her. “East, well,” She looked back at the shorter woman, "it's high risk, high reward.”

Kate nodded in a mocking manner, clearly unimpressed with Carol's quick explanation. “Well, go for the reward.” She told her. “You don’t want Ben to think you're boring.”

Carol nodded in agreement with a small smile. “No, boring is not usually a problem I run into, Kate.” Kate just nodded, struck with just how egotistical Carol was. Two could play at that game.

Kate turned to point towards the left, “The two cells to the west are fighting over the same inflow.” She took a few steps closer to Carol to square up to her with a cocky smile. Kate looked at Ben, seemingly to explain to him, but really to show Carol, she knew what she was talking about. “They’ll choke each other out.”

She looked at Carol and nodded her head to the east, pointing at the clouds. “This one to the east, well, she has the sky all to herself.”

Kate tilted her head to look around Carol’s larger figure. Carol followed her line of sight, looking out at the clouds there. “Moisture, wind shear, instability.” Kate looked up at Carol again who stared back at her impressed. “All the things you need to give Ben a good show.” 

Kate turned and started walking back to the gas station, proud of her show of knowledge. Carol was stunned by Kate. Not only was she beautiful, she was alluring. Knowledgeable and quick witted. 

“Well color me impressed, city girl knows her stuff, Ben.” Carol said to Kate’s retreating form. After getting no reaction, Carol repeated louder, “I said city girl knows her stuff, Ben.”

Kate whipped around with a proud smile, “Thanks. Maybe if I work real hard, I can be a tornado wrangler, too.” She said sarcastically, with a shrug walking back towards the rest of StormPar. 

Carol watched her retreat back to her group, taking in the whole conversation. 

Kate

‘I want to see her smile like that again.’ Carol thought to herself. Maybe if she made a fool of herself by chasing a tornado who’s cap would never break, Kate would smile at her like that again. 

Carol watched Kate approach Javi and Scott, talking to them about where they were going to chase today. 

Tyler walked up to her, watching the StormPar trucks roll out. “So,” He said looking at her dazed expression, “how’d the chase go?” She looked up at his amused smile. 

“Shut up.” She punched the side of his arm while he let out a laugh.

Ben looked confused at both of them “I thought she told us east.” He looked back and forth from the retreating trucks to Tyler and Carol. “She going the wrong way?” 

Tyler looked down at Carol, who broke into a smile. Putting her sunglasses on her face she looked at Ben, “Nope.” 

[alyssaforevermore]

Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season one, part three

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

Tags: @1ivinqdeadqir1 @callmeyn @thegeorgiahuntsman @mellxander1993 @bigbaldheadname @cjmonsterwolf @abbi23323 @actuallyklee @lanxsee @livingdeadblondequeen @medeima @spectacular-skywalker (last two pls reach out to me if your names are incorrect so we can fix it)

Masterlist

You sat by Dale’s RV, silently stewing in your anger. No matter how much thought you gave it, you couldn’t think of a way to convince Rick to stay back at camp. Ultimately, you know it was fruitless. If Lori couldn’t convince him, you certainly couldn’t.

Rick exited the tent, now wearing his old Sheriff's uniform. As if on cue, Shane and Yourself matched over to him.

“So that’s it, huh?” Shane asked. “You’re just gonna walk off? To hell with everyone else?”

“I’m not saying to hell with anybody.” Rick sighed. “Not you, Shane. Least of all Lori, Carl and Y/N.”

Shane pointed to where Lori sat. “Tell her that.”

Rick turned around, tilting his head. “She knows.” He responded, turning back around and continuing towards the cars.

“Well, we don’t.” You argued. “Can you just explain it to us?”

“Why would you risk your life for a douchebag like Merle Dixon?” Shane questioned.

“Hey,” Daryl called out. “Choose your words more carefully.”

“No, I did. Douchebag is what I meant.”

“Shane-”

“Merle Dixon—” Shane continued. “The guy wouldn’t give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst.”

“What he would or wouldn’t do doesn’t interest me. I can’t let a man die of thirst—me. Thirst and exposure. We left him like an animal in a trap. That’s no way for anything to die, let alone a human being.”

Lori joined the conversation, her hands folded across her chest. “So you and Daryl, that’s your big plan?”

Rick turned, looking at Glenn. “Oh, come on.” The man responded.

“You know the way.” Rick pleaded. “You’ve been there before. In and out, no problem. You said so yourself. It’s not fair of me to ask, I know that, but I’d feel a lot better with you there. I know she would too.” His eyes landed on Lori.

Glenn eyed the woman for a moment, contemplating if he really even had a choice at this point.

“That’s just great,” Shane responded. “Now you’re gonna risk three men, huh?”

T-Dog raised his hand. “Four.”

You took a deep breath, raising your hand as well. “Make that five.”

Rick turned to you, his eyes narrowed. “I’d much rather you stay here.”

“If you think for a second that I’m letting you run off to the dead city without me, after we just got you back, then you don’t know me as well as I thought.”

Rick eyed you for a moment, before finally letting out a sigh and nodding. He knew you were too stubborn to argue with; something that seemed to run in the family.

“My day just gets better and better, don’t it?” Daryl huffed.

“Do you see anyone else stepping up?” T-Dog asked.

“Why you?”

“You wouldn’t even begin to understand. You don’t speak my language.”

Dale let out a heavy sigh. “That’s five then.”

“It’s not just five. You’re putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that, Rick.” Shane responded. “Come on, you saw that walker. It was here. It was in camp. They’re moving out of the cities and if they come back, we need every able body we got.”

“Sounds to me like what you really need are more guns.”

Glenn smiled. “Right, the guns.”

“What guns?” You asked.

“Six shotguns, two high-powered rifles, over a dozen handguns. I cleaned out the cage back at the station before I left.” Rick explained. “I dropped the bag in Atlanta when I got swarmed. It’s just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up.”

“If we don’t do this, then we’re just sitting ducks.” You pointed out. “I needs to be done, whether we like it or not.”

“How much ammo is in that bag?” Shane asked.

“Seven hundred rounds, assorted.”

“You went through Hell to find us.” Lori spoke. “You just got here and you’re gonna turn around and leave?”

Carl stepped forward, looking up at Rick. “Dad, I don’t want you to go.”

“To Hell with the guns, Shane is right. Merle Dixon? He’s not worth one of your lives, even with guns thrown in.” Lori stepped closer to her husband. “Tell me. Make me understand.”

“I owe a debt to a man I met and his little boy.” Rick sighed. “Lori, if they hadn’t taken me in, I’d have died. It’s because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they’d follow me to Atlanta. They’ll walk into the same trap I did if I don’t warn him.”

“What’s stopping you?” You asked.

“The walkie-talkie, the one in the bag I dropped. He’s got the other one. Our plan was to connect when they got closer.”

“Our walkie-talkies?” Shane inquired.

Rick nodded. 

“So use the C.B., what’s wrong with that?” Andrea joined the conversation.

Shane rubbed his head. “The C.B.’s fine. It’s the walkies that suck to crap. Date back to the seventies, don’t match any other bandwidth, not even the scanners in our cars.”

Rick nodded. “I need that bag.”

…

As the crew began loading the box van for the trip, you approached Lori who stared longingly at your brother.

“Are you really okay with this?” You asked quietly.

“If I’m being honest, not really.” Lori looked at you for a moment, before looking back at her husband. “The only solace I have is knowing you’ll be there to watch over him; to bring him back here.”

You smiled to yourself, appreciating Lori’s faith in you. The two of you had your issues in the past, not always seeing eye to eye, but the last few months had brought you together. If it wasn’t for her and Carl, you really doubted if you’d still be alive. If you’d have wanted to be.

Daryl began honking the horn of the van, Glenn sitting in the seat next to him. You headed on over, standing beside Rick and Shane.

“Last time we were on the gun range, I’m sure I wound up with a few loose rounds of yours.” Shane spoke, rummaging through his bag.

Rick smiled. “You and that bag—like the bottom of an old lady’s purse.”

Shane let out a sigh. “I hate that you’re doing this, man. I think that it’s foolish and reckless but if you’re gonna go, you’re taking bullets.”

“I’m not sure I’d want to fire a shot in the city. Not after what happened last time.”

“That’s up to you.” He spoke, finally pulling out some bullets from his bag. “Well…five people, five rounds. What are the odds, huh?”

You felt a chill run down your spine.

“Let’s just hope five is my lucky number.” Rick responded, taking the bullets and loading them into his gun. “Thank you.”

Shane nodded.

You looked back at Lori, giving her a reassuring nod. This was going to be the riskiest thing you’d done so far, and you just hoped it would be worth it.

…

The five of you had arrived just outside the city, parking the van near some railroad tracks before going on foot. When you finally arrived at the building Merle had been left at, Daryl wasted no time shoving T-Dog along to show him the way up to the roof. You followed close behind, barely having a moment to think about if the dead had seen you.

At the top of the stairs, T-Dog cut the chain to the door. Daryl pushed past him, throwing the door open and running onto the roof.

“Merle! Merle!” Daryl called out, looking around.

You followed the men who came to an abrupt stop.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled, covering your mouth with your hand.

Daryl rushed over, finally seeing exactly what you all had. “No!”

He began pacing back and forth, tears welling in his eyes as he continued to scream out. Everyone remained silent, not knowing exactly what to say; if there was anything to say.

Your eyes lingered on the ground, Merle’s severed hand sitting next to a hacksaw. Semi-dried blood was pooled around it, droplets leading away from the scene. Yet, there was no sign of Merle at all.

That crazy son of a bitch.

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AN: Thank you for reading this chapter!! I really hope you all enjoyed it. This one was a bit shorter as I wanted to line up the chapters and episodes. Next one should cover all of episode four. Also, a big thank you for all of the love I've gotten on this series so far; it's really inspired me to keep going! If you'd like to request to be tagged in future chapters, you can do so here. Please be sure to like and reblog <3

[sparklingmineraltequila]

American Wasteland

Note: Here we fucking go with round 2. Thanks to everyone reading, I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. Also, forgive the sometimes underbaked/ possibly mildly incorrect philosophy references but, for the sake of the fic, forgive me cause I doubt the people are here to hear a full blown thesis on Nietzsche's Anti-Theism

Warnings: drugs, violence, insinuations of smut

The interior is surprisingly clean given its owner and surroundings. Lodged in some armpit of Houston's outer bayous, the trailer park is littered with the Crusaders' Harley Davidson's, ripped up lawn chairs and the occasional hooker: slumped against an RV's entrance steps, faces vacant aside from the glazed eye euphoria of a particularly good rush of dope. While they were walking to his trailer, Rust noticed Cassandra looking at them in disgust, not the arrogant, middle class disgust reserved for hushed, cautionary tales at the dinner table, but a disgust of acknowledgment. Not necessarily directed towards the drugs but to the girls' stupidity, their pliability. Rust never met someone with such an aversion to weakness as Cassandra.

She glances around the trailer, duffel bag in hand: a mattress on the floor, the usual kitchen set up of these trailers, a lawn chair, a stack of books. She runs over the list of these items in her mind, repeating them like a grounding mantra like, if she doesn't, the exhaustion and desolation in her throat will bubble up into that sob that she has been suppressing for the last couple hours. Rust feels like he is almost seeing her for the first time, not bathed in dim lighting and the haze of cigarette smoke, out of the lace bras and free from the intoxicating smell of whiskey mixed her skin's natural musk. The under eye bags are visible along with the bruises on her left thigh, when one of the Crusaders got ahead of himself a few nights ago. Later on, Rust had taken him outside and punched him till he couldn't feel his hand, till each of his knuckles formed a raw cavity, the blood mixing with that of other Crusader.

Violence over apathy. Always.

'Wow, a fucking Sears catalogue you got here, Crash,' Cassandra states dryly, more to assuage the maelstrom of emotion in her than to genuinely be unkind.

'I don't recall boasting about the amenities,' Rust replies, his own drawl equally dry

She dumps her duffel bag onto the floor and moves to inspect the stack of books leaning against the wall,

'Kierkegaard, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Cioran. Jesus, Crash, you really are one dark son of a bitch with all this pessimism shit.'

'Nihilism, technically. And Kierkegaard's an existentialist.'

She shrugs, still squatting in front of them, 'Same fucking thing.'

Rust regards her cooly, 'Stop acting stupid, Cass. It doesn't suit you.'

She gives him a look over her shoulder, before rising to her full height, 'What the hell do you even know about me, anyway?'

Here it is. That acrimony. His coping mechanism may be the booze, the drugs and the fights, but hers is the crushing of any idea of talent about her; talent means hope, a fleeting idea that things might actually get better, that she might get out of this squalor and desolation. The imperatives of this terrain don't permit hope and they both know it. Rust, however, pushes her. He's like a recovering alcoholic with taste of Listerine, having now seen the first few slivers of the true Cassandra, he craves more, refusing to relent now.

'Pre-law at Rice on a scholarship ain't something trivial, baby.'

'Well who knows what the fuck is gonna happen to that, now.'

'What do you mean?'

'I have nowhere to live, Crash. The only things I have in my name are my scholarship, my locker at the club and the contents of that duffel bag. Nowhere to live means nowhere to study.'

He raises an eyebrow at that, gruffly stating, 'I told you that you could stay with me. That's why you're here.'

She looks at him for a moment 'Don't fuck with me on this. Don't make a promise that you can't or won't keep.'

'Do I look like a sweet talker, huh? Have I ever fucked with your head?'

She acquiesces, slumping down onto the edge of the mattress. 'Poor kid,' Rust thinks, watching her slide off her cowboy boots, her pack of cigarettes falling out with the movement. The subtle innocence of that act, the hiding of the cigarettes, betrays her suppressed naivety. No-one round here would give a fuck that she smoked, quite the opposite; they'd probably encourage her to do the heavier shit, to leave her pliant and docile, a tender cutlet for their calloused hands. But no, she hides them, like a trepidatious kid with their first joint, hands clammy and trembling.

'You can shower if you want. Make yourself at home,' the warm phrase contrasting with the cold tone delivering it.

'You gonna join me?' she arches an eyebrow, a devious glint in her eye and, fuck, if he doesn't love it.

'Cool it, kid. This is only gonna work if we can maintain some level of fuckin' decency between the two of us.'

She scoffs, giving him a questioning glance as she peals her leather jacket off, followed by her tank top, 'There it is, again. You being weird. What biker doesn't jump at the idea of screwin' any decent looking girl.'

Rust watches cooly as she unzips her denim shorts, amplifying the Crash persona, to eliminate any budding suspicion, as he replies 'I ain't fucking you. And, even if I was, I'd wait until you were in a better state. I want my girls knowing what I'm doing to them.'

That makes her halt her movements, the flush on her cheeks in both desire and envy. She meets his gaze as she strips off into just her underwear and Rust prays to every God that he doesn't believe him that her hand doesn't hook into that lace waistband. The look they share is one of predator and prey, though the roles of who's who have been amalgamated into one. She's a smart girl, Rust knows, She won't let me see that, not yet. Infatuated as she is, girls like Cassandra don't place seniority of love over safety, over control. In a place like this, where violence for violence is the modus operandi, what hope do most women have when faced with a mean, drunk son of a bitch's fists. Cassandra knows the one way to ensure some tenuous semblance of control amongst the Iron Crusaders: sex. Not necessarily the act, itself; sometimes its denial is more effective, like now with Rust.

She stalks to the trailer's tiny bathroom, still in her underwear, throwing Rust one more coy look from over shoulder before going in and locking the door.

'Crash, baby,' she calls from inside, 'Your mouth might be able lie to me but your body sure as hell can't.'

As Rust curses to himself, adjusting the crotch of his trousers.

[ocelotrootbeer264]

Smg4, having depression: Everyone hates me... I bet I'm a disgrace

Smg3: You're right.

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Everyone trying to get in the RV (smg4 is driving and everyone wants to sit with Smg4):

Smg3: Shotgun!

Everyone went sad and look at Smg3 and freaked out:

Smg3: I found a shotgun! And I'm taking the front seat. *cocks gun*

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Smg4: *dresses up in a fancy tuxedo and is a blushing mess* I'm so excited!!!

Smg3: *glares at Smg4 in concern* We're going to a funeral-

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Smg3: *reading a riddle* It can’t be touched and can’t be felt. It can’t be seen, or heard, or smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, and any empty holes it fills. It comes early and follows after, ends life, and kills laughter. What is it?

Mario: Gas

Meggy: death

Smg4: Memes

Smg3: *shaking* Its Darkness-

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Smg4: Hey 3, is eggdog spayed?

Smg3: No, why?

Smg4: it's heat season. I didn't spayed beeg Smg4 either.

Smg3: Isn't beeg smg4 a plush.

Smg4: oh.... then why was I seeing a dog on its stomach and a plush humping a dog?

Smg3: WAIT WHAT-

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Smg4: *reading a Twitter post- "Will you kiss your friend on the lips for $9,000?"*

Smg4: *looks at smg3 and grabs Smg3's face to make him look at him*

Smg3: Smg4, what are you-

Smg4: *kisses Smg3 on lips*

(I feel like that wasn't a incorrect quote...)

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Blue toad: All 3 are you are going to be executed. You got 3 options. The electric chair, being hang, or 20 men firing at you.

Smg3: Uh.... The electric chair.

Blue toad: Very well then. Send him to the electric chair!

Smg3: *is sitting on the electric chair* Oh no! I think I'm the chosen one....

Blue toad: Well perhaps I have to go with the girl!

Smg3: *whispers to Meggy* The electric chair is broken.

Blue toad: Choose your death!

Meggy: Uh the electric chair.

Blue toad: Very well then. Send her to the electric chair!

Meggy: *is sitting on the electric chair* Oh, I'm also the chosen one!

Blue toad: hmmm alright.... let's go with the man then.

Meggy: *whispers to Smg4* The electric chair is broken.

Blue toad: Choose your death!

Smg4: Since the electric chair is broken, I guess I have to get fired by 20 men.

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Smg4: *drinking sparkling water* it tastes good.

Smg3: Does it have flavor?

Smg4: No.

Smg3: then add some, it'll taste good.

Smg4: Nah, it would ruin the flavor.

Smg3:

Smg3: You just said it has no flavor-

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Therapist: Ok, what do you say after someone does something for your?

Smg3: What do you want.

Therapist: no..... you say thank you.

Smg3: Oh, OK!

Therapist: What do you say after someone does something for you?

Smg3: *sounds happy* Thank you!

Therapist: Yes!-

Smg3: *goes back to a tired "I don't give a fuck" tone* Now, what do you want.

Therapist: No......

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Smg4: *singing to Mario* Happy birthday to you-

Smg3: You smell like poo, you look like a animal, go back to the zoo!

Smg4: Bro-

[madamlaydebug]

So what is this 144,000? Who are they? I don’t actually think there’s a single answer to this but I do believe I’ve found one of them. Since the Bible, and the book of the Unveiling especially, speaks in symbol and allegory it’s only fair to say there are many possibilities to it’s real meaning. I’d say that the orthodox “understanding” of the book is the one that’s most incorrect. We’ll get into more of that later.

So let’s get to it. Most folks have heard of Chakras. If you haven’t, I strongly encourage you to do some homework. They’re basically where the universal life force energy plugs into your body. Whirling vortices of energy at specific vibrations are channeled into your vital systems via these nerve centers. When there’s a blockage, disease manifests. It’s really fascinating stuff. Anyway, these energy centers are represented by different stages of the lotus flower, which is itself a symbol of purity of the body. Here are the chakras and their corresponding lotus blossoms:

Making reference to the 144000 sealed men whose speaks in the Revelation (Apocalypse), this number is that of the election, 12, carried to its paroxysm: 12 x 12 x 1000, where 1000 is a coefficient of the immensity. In others words, this number indicates that all the elects, without exception, are kept under the protection of God.

Bible

Number of sealed or elected of all the tribes of Israel, marked of the seal of God. (Rv 7,1)

General

The 144000 petals of the main chakra or coronal (located to the summit of the cranium) represent the 144000 rays of light originated from all the seven chakras, or centers of energy of the body, deployed and balanced, or again the 144000 vibrations of the divine Creation which travel in the cosmos and that are source of life.

In the Gospel of Barnabe, chapter 17, it is written: "144000 prophets that God sent to the world, have spoken obscurely; but after me will come the splendor of all prophets and saint; he will illuminate the darkness of whole what have told the prophets, because it is the messenger of God". Some have seen in this passage an allusion to Muhammad, "The Seal of prophets" (Koran XXX, 40).

When we add the number of petals of the five inferior psychic centers, we obtain a total of 48 petals. By adding 96 petals of the frontal center (the place of the third eye where the small number must receive its divine mark), we obtain the number 144, symbol of the perfect and expressed spiritual work, that is to say of the marriage between the soul and the personality. If now we multiply 144 by the thousand petals of the coronal center, we obtain 144000, the number of the elects, who will be all these that will have waked up in them the seven stars or spiritual and psychic centers.

John Phaure advances two mathematics divisions which, according to him, are very revealing. As numbers he uses the 144000 servants of God "marked to the front", the number of the Beast, 666 and 216, a fundamental cyclic and cabalistic number (tenth of the one Era: 2160 / 10) that he interprets as one of figures of the Christ:

144 000 / 216 = 666 with a rest of 144

144 000 / 666 = 216 with a rest of 144

These results express according to him that the 144000 "marked" as servants of God before the advent the Antichrist are here the object of the eschatologic combat between the Christ and his Adversary. From this combat leaves "the rest": 144, those who will be the Elects of the celestial Jerusalem". He points out moreover than 666 + 144 = 810, numerical value of the Greek word Parakletos, the Paraclete. Thus the Holy Spirit espressed at the end of time "will be the 'glorificater' of the Creation".

By using the pyramidal inch, the external volume of the tomb of the Room of the King in the Great Pyramid gives 144000 cubic inches. The pyramidal inch measures 25.303 mm. By using this unit of measure, the pyramid would have a height of 5800 inches and a volume of 160 billion cubic inches, giving all numbers without decimal.

The external recovery of the Great Pyramid would be made of 144000 stones.

Occurrence

The number 144000 is used 3 times in the Bible.

-Thank you Paul

[transhoming-project]

Save Trans Lives

The "TransHoming Project" aims to build Tiny Home communities and RV Parks for Minorities fleeing red states. These homes could either serve as temporary lodging or permanent residence.

These communities would be established in sanctuary states such as:

New Jersey

New York

Oregon

Illinois

California

Any other state that is safe for LGBTQ+ individuals, Women, Children, and People Of Color.

The end goal is to have large-scale communities with little-to-no cost for the inhabitants, and a self-sustaining model for water, food, and electricity.

If the United States will not protect us, we will make our own sanctuary.

Why is this project needed?

As of April 7th, 2023, there have been over 450 anti-LGBTQ+ bills proposed in the United States. These bills range anywhere from Banning transgender healthcare for youth (Idaho HB 71) and prohibiting Health Insurance from covering ANY Gender affirming care (Florida HB 1421), to Charging anyone who uses the ��incorrect” bathroom with sexual assault (Arkansas SB 270).

To find more information, visit the ACLU’s website.

With these bills in the works, the safety of LGBTQ+ persons, their health providers, and their children are at risk. It is imperative that we start relocating to blue sanctuary states before these bills become law.

With our project, we will ensure that those who cannot afford to quickly relocate on their own can seek proper shelter through us.

How can I help?

Share Our Cause!

Spread the message to your friends and family! The more visibility this project gets, the faster it will succeed!

Subscribe to our social medias:

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Help Financially

Each sale on our website goes into funding the project, or you can donate directly to the cause by subscribing to our website.

Updates On funding will be posted weekly on our social media.

Offer a Skill/Service

We are in need of:

(Illinois Residents Only)

Realtors

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(Remote)

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If you have any of the skills listed above, contact us! We are willing to pay for expertise.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

A collection of incorrect quotes

Lily: Careful, bro!

Lil Coding: Careful's my middle name!

Lily: You don't have a middle name, but if you did, I wish it was 'Careful'!

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Lil Coding: I need to hide in here with you for a bit..

SMG3: …Why?

Lil Coding: Dad is passive-aggressively doing the chores he asked me to do six hours ago, it isn’t safe out there anymore.

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Luigi: Please don't tell me you lost the RV keys again.

Mario: Okay.

Luigi: Well, where are they?

SMG4: You told us not to tell you.

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Abyssal: *violently shaking*

Ping: What the fuck- Abyssal, are you alright?

Abyssal: I heard CPU genuinely laugh and I don’t have a tail to wag so this is the next best thing.

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Forum: When someone upsets Domain, I usually advise them to start making a will!

SMG4: What? Why? He doesn't really do that whole.. vengeance thing for himself.

Forum: That's true, but who knows what I might do.

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SMG4: I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve been so nauseous lately.

SMG3, seriously: Maybe you’re pregnant.

*silence*

SMG4: I don’t know who’s the bigger idiot. You for suggesting that, or me because I almost had a panic attack.

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Abyssal: Last night, CPU paid me a visit, and Buffer picked up his gun which he left on my desk, and let me tell you…

Abyssal: When CPU yelled “Put that shit down” so loud, you know what I did?

Umbra: You put your own shit down didn’t you?

Abyssal: I put my own shit down.

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Lily: Man, sure is dark in here!

Root:

Lily: I'm not scared or anything!

Root:

Lily: I mean who is scared of the dark these days? Not me, no sir!

Root: Do you want me to hold your hand?

Lily: Yes please.

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CPU: I've got some good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?

Lag: The good news?

CPU: It's very unlikely Buffer will ever scare me while I'm cleaning my gun again.

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Meggy: Okay, you're driving and Tari and I walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Saiko: Oh, definitely you. I could never hurt Tari.

Meggy, massaging her temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Burgin: Why is Skipper crying on the floor?

Sledge: He's drunk.

Burgin: And?

Sledge: He saw a picture of hillbilly's husband.

Burgin: But...he's Hillbilly's husband?

Sledge, putting his head on his hands: I know.

[fyeah-tmnt]

This might be outta left field but rise Todd for that blorbo thing? He's hilarious what can I say lmao

omg

uhhhh

that took me some thinking lol

So, what i think about Rise Todd

i like him, he is a funny character. however i almost put the check on "has done nothing wrong (is a war criminal)" because of how he associated with the villains that one time lol

i wasn't sure i liked him at first, but i have come around to them (is that what it means? like you learned to like them? lol my english isn't the best with expressions)

i don't think most of the fandom takes are incorrect but i know a lot of people who find him weird or even hates him when the guy is just... being a guy, ya know lmao

also the part about "stop putting them in situations", i'm only thinking about how sad that Repo Mantis episode was crying because they told him they needed to repo the RV

either the mofo is a really good manipulator and has successfully manipulated me as well (i might be a "softie" like donnie says about Mikey lol) or the guy is just DOING HIS DAMN BEST FOR THE PUPPIES HE RESCUES AND HE JUST NEED A GODDAMN BREAK T_T

(same applies to the scene in Todd Scouts when Todd overhears the guys talking about ditching him)

also i would kill for his lemonade recipe

Thanks for asking :3

(wow i didn't expect to pull a text that long about todd LOL)

OG post here: X

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Tuesday, 12-17-24, 7pm Pacific

'Evenin', everyone...Mr. Baggins here, back with music to soothe your achin' nerves and help ease us all into a good night. Let's start the evening off with another piano concerto from Haydn. We hear the Piano Concerto No. 3 in F Major, Hob.XVIII:3, performed by Massimo Palumbo with the Austrian Chamber Symphony, Ernst Theis conducting.

Let's stay with Haydn a moment and hear Horowitz' recording of Haydn's Piano Sonata Hob. XVI: 52 (L. 62) in E flat major, a recording he made for EMI in 1932.

Turning now to some of the chamber music of Sir Malcolm Arnold, we hear his Piano Trio, Op. 54, performed by The Nash Ensemble. It's this group that I credit with my appreciation for the music of Malcolm Arnold. The second movement of this piece is a hauntingly beautiful andante.

We go from 20th Century Engish music to Mozart played by Englishmen: we hear Mozart's Symphony No. 15, K 124, played by our old friends, Neville and The Gang.

And staying with the same crew, we add pianist Alfred Brendel and go from Symphony No. 15 to Piano Concerto No. 15 of Mozart.

Now as an encore, here he is playing the Allegro from Mozart's Piano Sonata No. 15.

Next we have the atmospheric Cello Concerto of Frederick Delius, played for us by Jaqueline du Pré, with Sir Malcolm Sargent conducting the Royal Philharmonic, a recording from 1965 at the Abbey Road Studios (video description is incorrect here).

We'll hear her recording of the Elgar concerto another evening. Let's move now to music of Vivaldi, his Concerto in D Minor for 2 Oboes, Strings & Continuo, RV 535, Celia Nicklin and Neil Black are our oboists, with Iona Brown leading The ASMF.

Here's one of the more popular of Alan Hovhaness' many compositions, his "And God Created Great Whales for Orchestra and Whale Recording Op. 229, No. 1". We hear The Seattle Symphony and un-named whale soloists, led by Gerard Schwarz.

And that otherworldly bit of musical poetry brings our program to a close for this evening. I do hope you've enjoyed the selections and possibly heard something new to your ear. This is Mr. Baggins, signing off for now, but I'll return at 8am with our Morning Coffee Music.

Until then, dream sweet dreams, babies, dream sweet dreams.

Baggins out.

[wllrtr]

golden, bc

this morning i went to yoga, i got back and we all had some breakfast. next we were off to do a couple of errands; the bottle return & buying some groceries for our travel days

well that saying "life is what is happening, despite your thinking and / or planning" is certainly our day today!

we thought our booking at the bow riversedge campground was up to and including the 20th of september, with check out / departure on the the 21st of september. well no. our thinking was incorrect. the office called us at 11:30 and asked why we were still in the site (check out time is 11:00). the campground is completely booked, so we needed to go

the first place i thought of was golden (bc) where they have a small municipal campground. lucky us, they had one site with power & water available (and yes, we thanked the camping gods for our good fortune)

it did not take long to do the final pack up because we had done the bulk of packing over the last few days. at 1:30 we departed cochrane. golden is a three hour drive. so tonight we are in golden municipal campground & rv park

https://www.goldenmunicipalcampground.com

[rvtravellife]

How to Jack Up an RV Trailer Safely: 5 Steps to Keep Yourself Safe

by Nicole Mortimer Knowing how to jack up an RV trailer isn't just about getting it off the ground. It's about doing so with precision and care. Safety is paramount, and the guidance provided is aimed at helping you maintain both your trailer and peace of mind..... Introduction to How to Jack Up an RV Trailer Safely Why You Need to Know How to Jack up Your RVDiverse Types and Their Unique Traits Weight Distribution and Centre of Gravity Model-Specific Jacking Requirements Tools and Equipment NeededEssential Tools for Jacking Up an RV Trailer Selecting and Maintaining Your Tools Step-by-Step Guide on How To Jack Up an RVChoosing the Right Surface Setting Up Your Tools Lifting With Control Securing with Jack Stands Safety Check Common Mistakes RV Owners Make When Learning How to Jack Up an RVOverlooking Proper Jack Points Exceeding Weight Limits Ignoring Level Ground Neglecting Wheel Chocks Troubleshooting Tips for Jacking Up Your RV Trailer Conclusion and Safety Tips Recap Introduction to How to Jack Up an RV Trailer Safely RV ownership brings the promise of freedom and adventure, but it also brings the responsibility of maintenance and care. In our guides to RV maintenance, we have been looking at different RV components and how to care for them properly. Today, we're going to look at one essential component of RV maintenance that needs to be carefully performed. It's a skill that often goes overlooked until the need arises; how to jack up an RV trailer safely and securely. Whether you're doing it for routine maintenance or unexpected repairs, understanding how to properly lift your motor home is incredibly important. The risks associated with improper jacking are not something to be taken lightly. Utilizing incorrect techniques can lead to a host of problems, from minor damage to your RV to serious injury. Can you imagine the consequences of a several-ton vehicle slipping from its support? The result could be catastrophic damage to the structure of your RV! Even worse, it could lead to a life-threatening accident. This guide is meant to be a narrative of safety and precision. As we learn how to jack up an RV safely, we will discuss specifics about RV trailers and the tools you'll require. Remember that each step in the process of lifting your trailer is underscored by the need for careful execution. Let’s ensure your next jack-up is a successful and secure endeavor. Why You Need to Know How to Jack up Your RV When it comes to maintaining the integrity of your recreational vehicle, recognizing the distinctions among the various types of RV trailers is equally as important as the tools you use. Each model boasts its own set of features and requirements that are essential to understand for safe lifting and maintenance. Diverse Types and Their Unique Traits The world of RV trailers is very diverse, ranging from compact teardrop trailers to expansive fifth wheels. Teardrop trailers are known for their streamlined shape and lightweight nature, making them a breeze to maneuver and jack up when necessary. Travel trailers offer more space and often come with multiple axle configurations, which requires careful consideration when jacking to maintain balance. Meanwhile, fifth wheels present a unique challenge with their elevated front sections and heavy rear end, necessitating precise placement of the jack to avoid tipping. Knowing the type of trailer you have and its specific characteristics is the first step to ensure you're prepared for safe lifting. Weight Distribution and Centre of Gravity When learning how to jack up an RV, we need to talk physics. The weight distribution and center of gravity of your RV are critical factors when performing a secure lift. An unevenly distributed load can lead to instability when it is raised off the ground. Because of this, it's essential to identify the balance point of your trailer. This point is usually near the axle for single-axle trailers or between the axles for multi-axle models. By understanding these dynamics, you can place your jacks at points that will provide the most stable lift, reducing the risk of the RV tilting or falling off the jacks. To illustrate, imagine placing a jack under a corner of a travel trailer that's heavily loaded on one side; this could cause the opposite corner to lift off the ground, creating a precarious situation. By knowing where your RV's weight is centred, you can avoid such hazards. Model-Specific Jacking Requirements Each RV model has its own personality, including instructions on how to jack up an RV trailer. These specifics can be found in the owner's manual, which is a fantastic resource that outlines the recommended jacking points and weight capacities. It's important to familiarize yourself with these guidelines to prevent damage to the RV's frame or undercarriage. Additionally, some modern RVs are equipped with built-in levelling systems that require a different approach than traditional jacks. Adhering to your particular model's requirements is not a suggestion; it's a necessity for your safety and the longevity of your RV. The act of lifting an RV is not a one-size-fits-all process..... Read More... Read the full article

[rajan1542]

Enhance Your RV Experience with Professional Awning Repair Services in Tucson

By casting shade and increasing your living area, an awning may greatly improve your RV experience. Like every other part of your RV, awnings do, however, need routine maintenance and sporadic repairs. The advantages of expert RV awning repairs in Tucson will be covered in this article along with the need of RV roof sealing service.

Advantages of Expert RV Awning Repair in Tucson

Knowledge and Skill Set

Expert specialists guarantee proper completion of the work by handling many kinds of awning repairs using their experience. They can rapidly detect and solve typical problems as they are acquainted with them.

Quality Corrective Actions

Expert repairs guarantee dependability by means of premium equipment and materials used in professional services. They can properly handle problems like broken arms, ripped cloth, and failing motors.

Time and Economical Cost Control

Often faster and less expensive than do-it-yourself projects are professional fixes.

By rapidly sourcing the correct components and finishing repairs, technicians may save you time and effort.

Protection from Safety

Particularly for individuals without the correct equipment and knowledge, awning repairs may be difficult and may be hazardous. Professionals have the training and the required safety gear to do repairs properly.

Protracted Awning Life

Timeliness in repairs and regular expert maintenance can help your awning last.

This maximizes your investment and ensures you fully enjoy your RV trip.

Typical RV Awnering Problems

Broken or ripped cloth

Awnings are subject to the weather and over time may show wear and tear. Repairing or replacing torn or damaged fabric can help to bring the awning back in use and look.

Broken or curved arms

Strong winds or incorrect usage may cause the arms supporting the awning to bend or break. Expert repair services can replace or straighten broken arms to guarantee correct functioning.

Broken motors

Awnings driven by motors might have problems with the electrical components or motor itself. By diagnosis and repair of motor issues, technicians guarantee dependable and seamless functioning.

Flexible or broken fasteners

Over time, fasteners holding the awning to the RV may break or loosen. Safe and reliable functioning depends on having proper security.

Value of RV Roof Sealling Service

Staying Away from Water Damage

Stopping water leaks and interior damage to your RV depends on a properly sealed roof. Frequent roof sealing treatments help to find and fix any leak sites before they cause major harm.

Extended Roof Life

Frequent maintenance and sealing can help your RV roof last longer, therefore lowering the need for expensive repairs. Expert services make use of premium sealants offering long-term protection.

Preserving Insulation

Correct roof sealing guarantees a suitable internal temperature by helping to preserve the insulating qualities of your RV. This lowers the burden on your heating and cooling systems, therefore increasing energy efficiency.

Staying Safe from UV Damage

Over time, UV radiation may breakdown roofing materials, causing leaks and fractures.

Frequent sealing protects your roof from UV damage, therefore maintaining its integrity.

Selecting Tucson's Correct Professional Services

Reputation and Reviews

Search for service suppliers with strong client comments and reputation. Also very helpful are suggestions from other RV owners.

Knowledge and Skillfulness

Select experts knowledgeable in roof sealing and best RV Awning Repair Service in Tucson. Check their qualifications and find out about their past involvement with related initiatives.

Material Quality

Make sure the service provider seals and fixes using premium products and materials. The endurance and efficiency of the repairs may be much influenced by quality materials.

Warranty and Assurances

Search for service providers with guarantees or warranties covering their work.

This gives one piece of mind and guarantees accurate execution of the repairs.

Conclusion

Expert RV awning repairs in Tucson can improve your RV experience by guaranteeing that your awning stays in perfect shape. Timely repairs and regular maintenance help your awning last longer, therefore enhancing your outdoor living environment. Furthermore crucial for preserving the integrity of your RV and avoiding water damage are RV roof sealing treatments. Selecting seasoned and reliable experts can help you to make sure your RV stays in great shape for all your travels.