#mcfr

[the-dyke-of-handsomeness]

This makes it look like Frank’s point at something and Gerard is looking at it.

[overtleaf4]

KEY = BERDLY

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[techblogsbyanonymous]

MCFRS Quicklinks: Efficient in Fire and Rescue Services

This article delves into the various aspects of MCFRS quicklinks, highlighting their importance, functionalities, and how they contribute to the daily operations of fire and rescue personnel.

#mcfrs_quicklinks #firerescueservices #services #technology #article #website

[ocalapost]

https://www.ocalapost.com/tractor-trailer-full-of-watermelons-goes-up-in-flames/

Tractor-trailer full of watermelons goes up in flames

Photo; Ocala Post

On May 6, at approximately 5:00 a.m., Marion County Fire Rescue (MCFR) units were dispatched to mile marker 356 Southbound, I-75, in reference to a semi-tractor trailer fire. The 911 caller reported that the semi’s rear tires caught fire and that the fire was quickly spreading through the t

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[garotasolitaria32]

Quando, muito mais que marejados!

Transbordam os olhos!

Os pulsos sangram!

Sangue quente!

Sangue vívido!

Ecoam!

Imploram!

Por Socorro!

Socorro!

Olhar perdido!

Quiçá desesperado!

Certamente sozinho!

Certa dualidade entre passado, presente e futuro!

Em uma gaiola ela está presa!

Gaiola da solidão!

Ah, socorro!

Eu disse, socorro!

Em profundo sono!

Talvez em transe!

Buscando o inexistente!

Ansiando o impossível!

Socorro!

Eu disse, socorro!

-Mcfr

[neozoneorg]

MCFR, l’invention d'une brique de construction en fibres composites minérales, qui s’emboite comme un Lego

Ces matériaux de construction révolutionnaires sont le fruit de plus de dix années de recherche et de développement, selon l’entreprise qui les a conçus. Sur un chantier, leur installation nécessite moins de main d’œuvre, de matériaux et d’outils. ... Read the full article

[alanhenney]

MCFRS units are responding to a report of a house fire in the 700 blk of Fletcher Place (Rockville). @mcfrsPIO @DavidPazos15 News Photos: Arianna Shah https://www.instagram.com/p/CnqQTOzr03M/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sarahmedic91]

#MCFR #GirlPower #HighPerformance #EMS #BShift #FireDepartment (at Ocala Central. MCFR) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE7P1LzFgk6/?igshid=xsff1lzdnizv

[daring-elm]

violet: idk i think penny just isn't that into me :(

penny:

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[nightshadevinter]

Everyone wonders about the joy, difficulty and emotions that comes with raising a baby. These, entire, bite-sized lovely Baby Min stories really have my heart melting I'm in so much danger of crying from the cuteness ( I didn't cry though: promise). Thanks for writing this Dia!!

petals! masterlist

▷ Petals | Min Yoongi | Parenthood!au, fluff | Baby Min mini drabble series

⇢ #001 - When he first held his baby ⇢ #002 - Coming home to baby ⇢ #003 - When Mommy goes shopping ⇢ #004 - When Baby Min meets the uncles ⇢ #005 - Chilling time with Baby Min and mommy ⇢ #006 - Strolling to the city with Baby Min ⇢ #007 - When Baby Min got a fever ⇢ #008 - When Baby Min is left with babysitter Joonmin ⇢ #009 - When Daddy forgot the diapers ⇢ #010 - When Baby Min got a matching sweater with Daddy (A Christmas edition) ⇢ #011 - When Baby Min meets snow for the first time (A Holiday edition)

[kevinjcarrolljr]

Helping my brothers and sister stay safe by decontaminating their ambulances while they are in the hospital. #savingthebrotherhood #iaff #mcfrs #decon700f https://www.instagram.com/p/B_x98dIhgEy/?igshid=od7spi1if2q1

[ocalapost]

https://www.ocalapost.com/marion-county-fire-rescue-battled-fire-at-auto-mechanic-shop-one-person-injured/

Marion County Fire Rescue battled fire at auto mechanic shop, one person injured

Photo; Ocala Post

Belleview, Florida -- Marion County Fire Rescue battled a fire at a well know business in Belleview Wednesday morning. At approximately 6:46 a.m, MCFR units were dispatched to a commercial structure fire located at Top Tech of Belleview, located at 12006 SE County Highway 484. Dozens of

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[sethgranville]

Sandy Spring Volunteer Fire Department Montgomery County, Maryland Company 40 Aerial Tower 740 2017 Pierce Arrow XT 100' Pierce Job # 30138 #mcfrs #piercefireapparatus #laddertruck #truckcompany #aerialtower #towerladder #piercearrowxt #piercemfg #fireapparatus #firetrucks #firedept #chiefmiller #montgomerycountymd #firefighting #sethgranville #x635photos (at Williamsport, Maryland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-f0VOthGIY/?igshid=1e9ddbbsb9fup

[boonjoggle]

i know i just posted 2 robot videos but i had to freaking show this one off too

[sarahmedic91]

My guy has been with #MCFR for 5 years. I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished and everything you're working on now. Can't wait to see how much more amazing you become. I love you @frank.mistretta https://www.instagram.com/p/CBMBI7Elhs1/?igshid=1fg2hv3k9kq41

[daring-elm]

My Counterfeit Romance

05 - From the Bottom up (Part 1)

AO3 | Masterpost | First | Previous | Next

Genre: Fake Dating AU

Relationships: Platonic Prinxiety; Romantic Moxiety; Romantic Roceit

Characters: Violet (Virgil) Addams; Logan Sanders; Penelope (Patton) Foster; Roman Prince; Janus Herzberg; Remus Prince (mentioned); multiple OCs

Warnings: small reference to transphobia

Words: 1.9k

The drama club goes on a weekend trip. Everyone becomes a bit closer.

- - -

Violet stepped onto the bus, adjusting the strap of her backpack—even though she wasn’t hauling her overnight bag with her anymore, she barely felt any lighter. Roman hadn’t met her in front of the bus like he promised, and the time she spent waiting came to bite her in the ass now that she was among the last to get on and not a single row of seats was empty. 

Fuck.

Now she needed someone to sit next to. Someone she barely knew, whose name she had probably already forgotten and who would ignore her or (even worse) talk to her the whole ride. Great.

She smiled at Logan—sat near the front, his wheelchair folded beside him—and he gave her a nod and a smile in return before focusing on his book again. Then Violet looked up, scanning the seats ahead and immediately found Roman, squished in the three seats of the back row with five other people, his boisterous laughter audible through the entire bus as he found himself on the losing end of a tickle fight. Violet sighed.

This would be a long trip.

Her eyes darted from seat to seat—there had to be somewhere she could sit. She cursed herself for only ever talking to Logan or Roman, for her face blindness, for always being the new girl who came in after everyone else and didn’t have a chance to make friends. The only people she could imagine sitting next to were already preoccupied, with the exception of Penny, maybe, but Penny was…

...waving at her. Violet jumped at the realisation, glancing behind her—no, Penny wasn’t looking at anyone else (as was backed by her calling Violet’s name before patting the free seat next to her; God, how embarrassing).

Hesitantly, Violet sat down. Okay, Vi, be cool. “Hey.”

“You made it!” Penny beamed at her, shining like the sun (brighter than the sun, even; it was annoyingly overcast) and her broad grin complemented her make-up of the day: blue, pink and white freckles scattered over her cheeks along with her real ones and eyeshadow to match. Being cool was going to be a challenge.

Violet hummed. “Your make-up looks cute,” she said casually. Roman’s voice (“Stay calm; make conversation; act natural”) echoed in her thoughts and she shoved it to the back of her mind.

“Thank you!” Penny said, an excited sparkle in her blue-rimmed eyes. “Today’s the trans day of visibility; I thought I’d make myself a little more, well, visible in turn.”

“Oh!” Violet said, then “oh,” again when the words reached her brain. “You’re…”

Penny’s smile changed—it was strained, the desperate look in her eyes one Violet knew all too well: Waiting for a reaction; praying they won’t say anything wrong; please-God-let-it-be-okay. “Yep! That’s, uh… that’s okay, right?” And there was something else in her face; past the fear of transphobia, a tiny heartbreak was waiting to happen—though Violet couldn’t figure out why.

“Yeah!” Violet said quickly. “Yeah, of course it’s okay—I’m… I’m non-binary, actually. A demigirl.” She gave Penny a reassuring smile despite the anxiety closing around her heart (aside from her online friends, only two other people knew about the gender thing) and relief began to wash Penny’s worry away.

Then relief made way for shock—Penny slapped her hands over her mouth. “Goodness gracious, have I been using the wrong pronouns all this time?”

“Oh, no—I use she and they; it, uh, depends on the day, kinda.”

“Oh.” Penny visibly relaxed.

The bus started moving and they both startled, Penny grabbing onto Violet’s arm to stop herself from slamming back into the seat, which only made Violet tense more. As Penny sat down properly (though her legs were still crossed, her pink skirt draped over her knees), she didn’t quite let go, their arms brushing together on the armrest between them. Cool, calm, natural, Violet repeated to herself, just don’t be weird.

“And should I, um—” Penny started, then paused, looking away as she thought. “Should I use ‘girl words’ for you?” She made air quotes with her free hand. “Like, if you and I were—” Softly, she shook her head. “I know it’s silly, but if we were dating—”

Violet forced back a strangled noise. There went cool and calm.

“—would you be my girlfriend or my… joyfriend or partner or datefriend or…?”

“Girlfriend is fine. Would be fine, I mean.” Heat rose to Violet’s face—she laughed awkwardly, brushing her hair behind her ear. And now natural was out the window as well; damn, she was fucking this up quickly. Did that question mean Penny wanted Violet to be her girlfriend? No, definitely not; there was no way someone like Penny could like someone like her. Violet looked away.

“This weekend is gonna be fun!” Penny broke the silence without a hint of awkwardness. “Rehearsals are always really cool; acting just feels different there and—oh, wait, you’re on stage crew.” She tilted her head to the side. “That’s still fun, though, right?”

Violet thought back to Logan’s briefing for the weekend ahead—she had watched three actors (Jo, maybe, then Connor and… fuck, names really weren’t her strong suit) load a metal case the size of a small fridge into the bus while Logan surveyed nervously; they all had quite the weekend ahead of them. “Sure.”

Penny grinned. “And, hey—even if we’re not in the same room, we’ll get to hang out lots! It’ll be great.”

Idly playing with the earbuds hanging from her collar, Violet hummed. “I hope so.”

“I’m sure,” Penny said firmly. Her gaze wandered to Violet’s hand. “What kind of music do you like? No, wait, don’t tell me—My Chemical Romance?”

“How could you guess?” Violet asked dryly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Penny giggled. “C’mon, let’s hear something.” She tapped her nail against Violet’s earbud. “I had an emo phase too; I wanna see if I recognize anything.”

Violet laughed disbelievingly. “You had an emo phase?” She opened her phone, scrolling through her playlists. Too angsty, too sad, too old—there.

“Yep!” Penny chirped. “Black hoodies, messy eyeliner and way too light foundation—I looked like a zombie for a year.” She wrinkled her nose. “But that was before my transition—I’m glad my moms didn’t want to keep those pictures around.”

Violet laughed. Handing Penny an earbud, she shuffled the playlist. “Here—don’t judge me too hard.”

“Don’t worry.” Penny put in the earbud, pausing for a moment—then her eyes lit up with recognition. She smiled and closed them, resting her head on Violet’s shoulder.

It took Violet a second to recover from her initial heart attack—but when she did, she almost relaxed into the touch. The familiar song was comforting, and watching Penny’s lips move in sync with the lyrics made Violet melt like ice cream in the sun. She laid her head on Penny’s (her hair smelled faintly of coconut and vanilla and was wonderfully soft against her cheek) and let the music surround her.

Maybe, just maybe, this trip would be alright after all.

- - -

Roman leaned against the headboard, shifting to get comfortable on the bed frame—the mattress was, along with every other mattress aside from Logan’s, on the floor in the centre of the room where the others were sitting. Pulling up his shoulders, Roman stared at his phone screen.

“Come on,” Connor said. Roman ignored him. “We’re finally enough people to play and we need a narrator, Roman, please?”

“Not in the mood.”

“Who’re you texting?” Tyler looked up from the cards he was shuffling. “Can’t you stop talking to your girlfriend for ten minutes?”

Roman made a dismissive noise, checking his notifications.

Janus: Remus said you’re not home - I was hoping to see you tonight, where are you?

“C’mon, leave him alone,” Percy said, elbowing Tyler in the side. “We’ll play Spyfall instead.”

“I’m only playing if Logan isn’t,” Connor joked. “He’s too good; it’s not fair.”

Logan laughed. “Just because you can’t help immersing yourself in your role doesn’t mean it’s unfair if I guess the location instantly.”

Roman tuned out the rest of their bickering, forcing back a smile at his screen—Janus wanted to see him.

You: I'm at this trip for drama 🙄

You: It's fine but I'd rather hang out with you

Janus: I'll come get you, get ready

You: Lol at least let me change first!

Janus: Oh, in your pyjamas already? The cute Disney ones?

You: Ajsjfkfgks

You: Don't make fun of meeee

Roman could almost hear Janus's light chuckle. He blushed, pulling his knees to his chest.

 Janus: I'm not! I'm being honest, they're very cute

Janus: Like you

You: Ajsjdkfgkhjdjskgfjs

Janus: Hahaha

You: 😠

Janus: Really though, you're...

Janus: Very handsome

Janus: (Don't tell Remus I said so, but you're cuter than him)

You: We have the same face though?

You: Also I thought you two are dating or did I get something wrong

Janus: Oh, no - Remus is a good friend, but not my type

Roman bit his lip.

You: What is your type?

Janus took a while to answer—in the meantime Roman scrolled up, reading old messages (Janus was very charming; Roman had spent longer than he cared to admit to anyone texting and even more time thinking about him).

Janus: Pretty boys, bold and artistic. Bonus points for a defined aesthetic (the exact one doesn’t matter, but I’m fond of light palettes with gold)

Janus: Why, what’s yours?

Roman glanced at his red-and-gold jacket on the other side of the bed; thought back to the Instagram posts Janus had gone through and liked and the art and poetry Roman had (very hesitantly) shared. He thought about Janus, tall and refined and smooth as silk, and about Violet, his fake girlfriend.

You: Well my girlfriend’s an emo so edgy types apparently ajsdhfghs

Janus went offline—Roman could have kicked himself; of course he shouldn’t have said that. By Cupid’s misguided arrows, why was he always the one to get into such horrible situations?

Janus: How did you two meet?

You: We have math together lol

How romantic. He wasn’t even trying to sell it, huh?

No. The thought of Janus believing he was straight—no matter how important it was (Janus might tell Remus, after all, and Remus could take the opportunity to snitch on him)—made Roman feel sick.

Janus: I see

Janus: It’s getting late, I should be going - good night, Roman 🤍

The emoji made Roman’s heart flutter—how silly, he berated himself.

You: Goodnight 💞

He shoved his phone in his pocket, stretching before heading for the door—he hadn’t noticed it getting dark out or the others turning off the light, and had to step carefully to avoid tripping over a backpack.

“Where are you going?” Tyler asked from the mattress nest on the floor, his voice slurred with drowsiness.

“Getting some water.”

“Hm. Cool.”

“Night,” Roman said softly, then slipped out of the room.

- - -

The rooftop balcony was quiet, just as it always was when Roman came up there—he had discovered it on his first trip here, overgrown, deserted and starlit, and had returned on every trip since. He took a deep breath of the night air, his mind clearing—everything was just like always, down to the chipped paint on the metal table and the cracks in the floor. As he looked around, Roman noticed one difference, though: He wasn’t alone.

Violet was sitting on the stone floor, hugging her knees to her chest and staring up at the sky. When the door fell shut behind Roman, she jumped, hastily wiping her sleeve over her face—then she noticed him and froze.

“Roman?”