#patio upkeep

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I couldn't believe that I found such a huge home for only $349,900. How could the brick 1900 home in Huntington, PA with 10bds, 7ba be $350K? Then, I looked inside and I hope it's not only me, but I am creeped out.

Maybe it's the way they opened the front doors, like "Come in," and then they slam shut.

Not exactly a entrance glamorous hall.

Did they use some sort of distorted lens? Why does the sitting room look so eerie?

I see pocket doors on the right. The wainscoting and long shelving unit are nice. I also have to mention the ceilings.

The dining room is dark even with the chandelier on.

Oh, wow. I like original kitchens, but this is so claustrophobic. I don't even know if you could brighten it up and make it cute.

Why is this home so dark? I almost miss the HGTV light gray wood.

For such a large house, why is the kitchen and this bath so tight?

Well, it's a huge room with a grand fireplace, but it's so depressing.

This house is going to need a lot of brightening and freshening up. This room opens to the patio.

Why are the baths so small and narrow? This one looks like it has an original sink and the medicine cabinet, too.

This room looks brighter.

it's a single family home, but it has a small kitchen up here.

There's also a dining room. The table is set with just ghostly white dishes and a stack of bowls.

Interesting murals. This has to be a separate apt.

A 3rd kitchen is dark, with a single lamp on the counter. How is this a single family home?

And, here's another living room.

This must be another set of stairs in another part of the huge home. What a big window seat.

This is weird. I guess the stairs only go down one floor. Interesting that the floor is different.

Where are we?

This is a larger bath, original except for the toilet, but what's up with the sink?

There's a covered deck up here.

This house goes on and on. It needs so much updating, though.

Wow, now this is a library. It's gigantic.

Reading nook looks eerie with an empty rocker.

Patio is nice.

There's another deck above the garage.

The L-shaped house is on a 1.01 acre lot, but the building takes up most of the land. It looks like the roof is in need of replacement. I don't know, the price is right, but it needs so much work, plus the upkeep, there's no a/c, heat must cost a fortune, so would furnishing it, and there's no way only 1 person could possibly clean it, alone. And, that's not even counting the maintenance of the grounds.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/770-Oneida-Hts-Huntingdon-PA-16652/2057216918_zpid/

[thefanficmonster]

Heavy Metal Lover

PART 2

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smoking, Brief Choking, Mentioned Past Suicides (at the location they're exploring), Suggestive Content, Arguments, Swearing

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Very Slight Smut, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Sam's best friend and Kat's best friend have been tangling antlers since the moment they met. So much for the couple's hopes of setting the two up.

NOTE: Sam and Kat are still together in this fic. This detail is not meant to be disrespectful to Sam's current girlfriend in any way.

"Why do we keep trying?"

Sam's question comes out as an exasperated sigh as he slouches further into the leather couch him and Kat have settled onto. Their rooms aren't ready yet, seeing as how their flight arrived way earlier than their calculations had suggested.

The hotel lobby is busy. The noise on any other day would be too much for the two to ignore and tune out but right now it's much more alike white noise. Jet-lag has really done them in this time. They'd been running away from it for long enough - hopping from plane to plane filming Hell Week is the same every year. But alas, by the fourth location they'd always shut down as has been the case since they stepped foot out of the plane and into the Las Vegas airport.

The only reason they're staying awake is so they don't get robbed blind. Well, that and to make sure the other two people on this trip don't murder one another.

"Because I still believe there's something there."

Y/N and Colby had successfully made it through the whole boarding process and flight without a single fight. Hell, Sam can't even recall them exchanging a single word until they arrived at the hotel. Maybe that's why it took them less than thirty seconds to break out in their usual bitter back-and-forth in the middle of the lobby. The only reason voices remained leveled was because they are indeed in public and they have appearances to upkeep.

The couple managed to subdue the perpetual assholes, convincing them to 'take five' which they thankfully went to take in opposite directions - Y/N headed for the parking lot to grab something she allegedly forgot in their rental car while Colby immediately clocked the patio across the lobby and quickly disappeared out of sight.

Kat watched them both, as if on cue, pluck their packs of cigarettes from their pockets on the way out.

That's what she means when she's trying to convince Sam of that something she sees. She can't explain it without the reasoning sounding like wishful thinking but she knows there is something. Something in the explosiveness in their interactions, the 'hatred' in their glares whenever they are tangling antlers over the smallest inconvenience, the way they look at each other when the other isn't looking.

Y/N and Colby are to Kat what the paranormal is to Sam. She wants to prove it to everyone, but mostly herself. Prove she didn't spend years poking holes in their apprehension for one another and pushing them together when the holy force clearly didn't want her to.

Or maybe that's what has been driving her.

Either way, she's truly grateful Sam is going along with her antics. Whether he believes what she's preaching or sees what she's seeing is up for debate, but at he's still supportive.

He'd never tell her this, but he isn't exactly trusting of the process. He more than anyone would want to see his best friend in a happy and healthy relationship. Does he believe that him and Y/N could have that? No. Not at all. Does he have faith Kat will succeed in her endeavors? Nope. Not even a tad. Even though she's stubborn and dedicated to this cause, he's never met a person more hard-headed than his best friend. Or at least he hadn't until he met Y/N.

You know the whole 'opposites attract' notion? The reason Sam and Kat's experiment subjects won't give the results they're hoping for is because they're too alike. In sync even - as the cigarettes instance that happened less than ten minutes ago would confirm. They're on the same wavelength headed in opposite directions. They're permanently heading for a collision - a fight equal to a ticking time bomb. Sam and Kat have to put out the fire the explosion of said bomb causes but that is a small price to pay to keep the two in each other's proximity.

"I don't know, babe...." Sam's shoulders slump downward, his arm automatically wrapping around Kat when she leans into his side. Hesitant as he may be, he's willing to go along with it. How is it any different from all the times Kat agreed to visit abandoned and haunted places with him. Hell, that's why she's here. She had no problem hopping on a plane to Vegas on such short notice just because she knew how much it'd mean to him. So...what's a little matchmaking in return? "But I believe your romance instincts." Looking down at her, he can't help but smile when he sees her absolutely beaming at him.

"I will not let you down."

She may try her best, but their subjects are two particularly unruly chess pieces.

Y/N, for example, is still out in the parking lot, getting antsier by the second. Anger refuses to let her stand still. Her jaw is still set, hot blood pumping through her veins. So many words she didn't get to spit out due to the public constraint are still stuck in her throat. Colby's words are replaying in her head, their edge causing her to dig her nails into her palms.

She needs to get some air, she just doesn't know where to find it. Maybe at the top of a mountain where she could scream her lungs out in peace. That's not really an option now, though, she she just settles for walking around the hotel, giving herself a couple more minutes before she rejoins Sam and Kat inside.

Eventually, she's made her way around to the side of the hotel that spreads out as an open patio, basking in the all-too-warm sun rays of this fine September day. Last year, the high temperatures were not such a problem while putting up with the fast paced dynamic of Hell Week because they actually filmed it in late October. This year, however, they chose to get it out of the wat sooner because their schedule would be packed all October. Kat's been working on a new album, Y/N has a deal with Crypt TV to make a horror movie and Sam and Colby will be doing Sam and Colby stuff. I don't think there is any other way to sum up what those two are doing.

Not that Y/N really cares what they do. The only reason she's versed into their schedules is because she lives with them. Yes, that is correct - much to her dismay, she found herself forced to live with the guys and Kat after an unexpected and unwarranted eviction from her apartment.

She exhausted all possible options long before caving and accepting Kat's offer to move in with the three. She was welcomed into the house with three different reactions: her best friend squealing with excitement; Sam offering her a warm welcome and helping hand in moving her stuff to her room; and last, and certainly least, was Colby who gave her nothing more than a 'hello' in passing.

None of them can really recall when this endless butting of heads started or how or why. Sam and Kat would equate their attempts at getting the two to get along to pushing same charges toward one another - the harder you push, the harder they push apart.

It's truly baffling where Kat found even an ounce of romance between the two.

Y/N wipes a few droplets of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand as she climbs the few stairs to reach the bar out on the patio, hoping to gulp down a glass of water after the cigarette she tossed a few minutes ago coupled with the intense heat.

"Hello there." The bartender greets her with a smile, his gaze trailing over her with zero subtlety. "What can I get ya?"

She chooses to ignore it, "Hi. Just a glass of water, please."

The man chuckles, reaching for a tall glass "You know, it's Happy Hour somewhere."

Despite his attempts at flirting - which Y/N is aware is part of his job - she finds herself letting out a small laugh, "Yeah well, not here. And not for me." She gratefully accepts the glass of ice cold water with a nod.

Before the guy can reply, a third voice butts into the conversation, "Yeah, definitely not for her. She's a raging alcoholic."

Stunned, Y/N turns to see a pair of electric blue eyes piercing her with a blank look that contradicts his extremely fake smile he's pinned on his face out of nothing more than politeness.

For a moment, due to their glaring match, they completely forget about the man they've roped into their mess. Thankfully, he speaks up, reminding them of his presence before he could witness any potential brawl, "Oh, um, I'm sorry to hear that."

Momentarily, Y/N drops the torch, tearing her gaze from Colby to acknowledge the bartender directly, "Yeah, no big deal."

Her teeth grit together in absolute rage when she hears the asshole beside her snort something alike a laugh, "Tragic, really. Can I get a vodka cran?"

Y/N busies her hand with holding the glass so she doesn't give into the idea of punching him, "Someone clearly follows that Happy Hour rule."

"I'll have you know..." Colby turns his whole body to face her now, as if challenging her, "...it's not for me." The tilt of his head directs her gaze to an attractive brunette sitting alone at a table, scrolling through her phone.

"Lovely." She spits the word like poison on her tongue, "I'll go tell her to blink twice if she needs help."

"You need help." The lack of bite to his statement stuns her more than if he were to yell it at her. It's an effective throw-off considering she doesn't immediately jump back or smack his hand away when he reaches for the pocket of her shorts, swiping her lighter, "Mine's out of juice." He explains, sticking it in his back pocket before turning to the bartender once more, handing him a ten dollar bill, "And lemon iced tea for my friend here, she's looking a little parched."

With that and a brisk nod in Y/N's direction, Colby excuses himself from the interaction and heads back to the model of a woman who's quick to flash him a bright smile when she notices him approaching.

A sickening feeling settles in her gut. She can't believe any woman gets wound around his finger so easily. She might be biased but she just simply doesn't see it. She can't understand what gets girls within a five mile radius of him swooning.

That smile so many deem charming she finds cynical and fake. His eyes, although a pretty color, are hollow apart from the twinge of evil she sees every time they glare at her. His flirty, charismatic words could make her puke if exposed to them for an extended period of time. In short, she finds him repulsive.

Had they gotten off on a better foot maybe she would've even ended up in his bed on a few occasions by now. As they stand now, she'd rather sleep with Satan himself.

Still, she takes the iced tea, mostly out of curtesy but also because she is indeed dehydrated. She spares the table Colby has now taken a seat at a brisk glance just to find her eyes met with a pair of piercing blue ones once more.

She could strangle him, theoretically, but she won't. Not with this many witnesses around. Instead, she heads inside, looking for Sam and Kat in hopes of getting the last fifteen minutes out of her head.

* * * *

"What's up guys, it's Sam and Colby! And today we'll be investigating the Oasis Motel in Las Vegas. Known for its dark and unexplainable past and the reputation that precedes it today." Sam explains as they begin filming the intro to their video.

The group is currently standing outside the aforementioned motel. The exterior they were met with upon arrival was enough for Kat and Y/N to exchange a particular look. It's in an area off the strip, the surroundings accentuating the atmosphere and amplifying the creep factor.

"Unfortunately, we won't be able to stay at the hotel. They haven't been renting rooms for close to a decade to avoid any potential casualties. And by that I mean - suicides." Colby says, reciting the notes he both wrote and memorized on the car ride here.

"Yeah, this motel is known for two specific suicides that happened here. Specifically in room 20." Sam adds, listing the sightings that have been allegedly witnessed by staff and guests alike before the motel was shut down for business.

The place now just stands ominously as a haunted attraction of sorts. It's meant to honor the memory of the two people who took their own life there but it's clear they have purposefully added to the fear factor to attract more people like Sam and Colby.

That still doesn't take away from the fact that just looking at the building settles an uneasy feeling in Y/N's gut.

She's always been curious about the paranormal but never went out of her way to seek answers. The only reason she's been joining the gang for paranormal investigations is because Kat often begs her to. And she's always had a hard time turning down her best friend, about anything.

So, here she is, sighing as she follows Sam and Kat inside the barely lit lobby of the motel where the staff member who's gonna be giving them a tour is waiting for them.

Before she can fully cross over the doorstep, she feels a finger trail over her arm, running over the very prominent goosebumps that have appeared on her skin.

"Aww, is someone scared?" The mockery in Colby's voice drains any sort of fear or uncertainty she was feeling before.

She whirls around to face him, nostrils flaring when she sees his coy smirk, "Get your fucking hands off me before I knock you the fuck out." She snarls between clenched teeth.

His smile only widens, becoming a tad more genuine now, "That's more like it. Don't be a pussy."

She's about to retaliate with a string of insults that's make a sailor blush when Sam, thankfully, interrupts her, "Guys! Come on!"

The fucker was saved by divine intervention this once, but Sam won't always be there to shield him from Y/N's wrath - he's very aware of that. Time and time again they've screamed their lungs out at one another just to storm off to fill them with nicotine for a potential round two.

In a way, that is a love language too, right? Well, if you ask Kat, that is. Though she isn't completely wrong. The opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. And these two are most definitely not indifferent to one another.

Speaking of Kat, she doesn't fail to sneak a peek at the hostile interaction between the two. She nudged Sam's ribs to point it out and smacked his arm when he put a stop to it. Although that was the best course of action to prevent Colby losing any teeth tonight, curtesy of Y/N's fist.

Ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration.

She may have spit a million threats his way over the many year they've known each other, but never once did she go through with them.

"Hi, guys. I'm Scott, and it's an honor to be welcoming y'all to the Oasis." The man, who they now know as Scott, introduces himself as he turns on an old tall lamp by what used to be the front desk of the motel. "I hope you're ready to capture some great footage tonight. We're giving you a time frame till 2 AM which is an exception we rarely make, but this one over here is a smooth talker." He says, smiling slyly over at Colby who was the one that placed the call to the motel before they added the place to their itenirary.

Colby, in turn, shrugs, a grin plastering itself on his face, "I mean..." He chuckles, causing Y/N to roll her eyes, "No, jokes aside, I can't thank you enough for bending the rules for us."

It baffles her how charming he can be. She can't help but wonder at times why she wasn't deemed worthy of this pleasant side of him. Not that she hasn't grown somewhat fond of their dysfunctional dynamic - not that she'd ever admit it - but she still wishes she knew.

And she hates it.

Instead of dwelling on it, she busies herself with the fear that's still lingering on the backburner. She'd much rather be scared of whatever's waiting for them in this motel than what she might find if she keeps digging in her mind.

* * * *

"What is your fucking problem?!"

The tension has been building all night, both between Y/N and Colby and from the paranormal aspect of it all.

Glares thrown in from across the room. Light, supposedly accidental touches, some even meant to startle her. Lingering behind her or always looming close to her, reminiscent of her literal shadow.

He's rarely so bold with his proximity to her. He respects her personal space and tends to keep himself at an arm's length regardless of the place they're in. But for some reason, not quite clear to him yet, he's been keeping himself close to her the whole night. Either it's from a certain need to protect her or an inherent need to annoy her into continuously acknowledging his presence, he can't tell.

But by now it's reached a boiling point.

What pushed the situation past Y/N's tolerance threshold was getting scared out of her skin by Colby who, by design of the challenge, wasn't supposed to be anywhere near her. They were less than five minutes into their solo investigations - Sam, ever the challenger, took room 20; Kat is in the restaurant, Y/N is in room 33 and Colby was supposed to take on the attic.

However, he didn't quite last long.

At the first sound of mild panic coming from room 33, which is directly underneath the attic, Colby immediately took off down the stairs, nearly taking the door off its hinges and scaring the ever-loving daylight out of Y/N.

That is what provoked this reaction from her. And now that we're up to speed...

"I thought you were in danger." He explains, quietly shutting the door behind him as he approaches the bed where she's sat.

"Jesus, Colby, you gave me a heart attack!" She groans, squeezing the bridge of her nose in frustration, suddenly antsy in her seat, "I'm not new to this shit! I've been doing this for years with you guys! I get that you may not see me but that doesn't mean I'm not there!" Her heart is still racing, her breathing shallow. Her chest is heaving despite the hand she's placed overtop it in an inefficient attempt at calming herself down.

A few steps closer on his part make her even more uneasy. She gets up to her feet to level the ground between them somewhat. There is something so vulnerable in sitting down with him standing over her. Dare I say, intimate.

"I see you." He says almost bitterly, "Oh, I fucking see you, Y/N. You're always there, always in my viewpoint. Always just a step out of arm's reach. And I hate it. Or try to. You piss me off so bad I can't even put it into words without sounding fucking insane!"

He's close, too fucking close. The chain hanging from his jeans brushes against the exposed skin of her thigh, sending chills all over her body. It makes her wish her shorts were longer. Makes her wish she could push him away, keep her guard up, keep up her mean front.

But when fingers tangle in her hair, his hand cupping the back of her head, she knows it's too late for any of that.

Their lips are barely an inch apart, the two practically sharing the same breath. Still, her pettiness dies screaming with one last whispered, "Fuck you."

With that, all barriers, both physical and metaphorical, come crashing down as their lips collide with the force of seven years worth of tension. Seven years of denial masked as aggression and annoyance. Every word spat out in anger, every glare, every passing touch, every 'flirty' moment. It's all condensed into a hostile collision of lips, biting teeth and battling tongues.

Y/N's hands intertwine at the back of his neck while his travel down to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Their connection is airtight, the heat between their bodies increasing the need to pull back to breathe, though that's the last thing they wanna do. It's been far too long for it to end this soon.

Her legs threaten to give out. It's all too much too fast and too unbelievable. Thankfully, Colby seems to feel the same.

He softly pushes her down on the bed, smiling in the kiss at the zero complaints he receives in response.

"You're so sweet when you wanna be." He pulls back for just a second, his hand cupping her chin.

She's quick to smack it away. He expected nothing else. "Shut the fuck up."

He chuckles almost darkly as his hand now settles around her throat, "Adorable." He's aware he's pushing his luck, but then again it's always a gamble with her. This time, he might just luck out.

Their lips have no time to reconnect though, much to their dismay.

"Colby! Y/N! Where are you guys?!"

Sam's voice reaches them from the lobby downstairs, forcing them apart instantly. A deer in headlights look flashes across both their faces as they hurry to create as much distance between them as possible.

Colby swears he sees any hope he had sink right before his eyes. He watches the realization of what just happened dawn on Y/N. Now that the heat of the moment has evaporated, it becomes all too real and all too clear to her what a mistake that was.

"Guys?!" This time it's Kat's voice bouncing off the walls, coupled with the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

He's panicking, not really sure as to exactly why. Whether it's because he'll have to explain this predicament to his friends or because he can see Y/N starting to regret said predicament in real time, he's not sure. Either way, he needs to come up with something, fast. If his brain can kick back into gear after his whole world was briefly thrown off its axis.

"Go." It comes out as a whisper but it bounces around in his head like an earthquake.

"What?" His tone mimics hers, afraid that a single note higher would ruin what little tranquility they've managed to maintain while there's full-on storms raging in their minds.

Her eyes are trained on the floor, hollow with a thousand yard stare. She can't look at him, unsure as to why. She just knows she can't. "Go. Get out. This never happened." When she finally wills herself to meet his eyes she can feel the burning of tears at the back of her throat, "Forget this ever happened."

Footsteps grow closer but they still have leeway to get away with it with just a white lie.

"Go. Now!" She repeats, a bit more fervor in her words now. She gives him no room to reply as she ushers him away but he isn't capable of stringing words together right now anyway.

So, he obliges, going against all his instincts telling him the opposite. And he does so on time as well, shutting the door behind him just as a tear rolls down Y/N's cheek.

What a fucking mistake, they once again sync up, sharing the same exact thought. Though they silently agreed to forget everything that just happened, they're both well aware it won't leave their brain for the foreseeable future.

If ever.

[should-be-sleeping]

They've implemented strict rules where I live regarding when, where, and how you can decorate your porch and patio. You can only have decor up for official holidays. No potted plants or statues allowed unless it's a holiday and they're somehow relevant to it (i.e. Christmas trees).

Effectively they want nothing displayed for longer than 24 hours before or after a holiday. K.

This is a brand new rule and allegedly it's to prevent clutter from interfering with lawn maintenance, general grounds upkeep, and I guess like... emergency services (as if a fireman won't straight kick over a planted azalea to battering ram down your door and save you).

Today I received a spooky FINAL WARNING notice due to a small set of seasonal bells hanging on my door above the peep hole. First, I have gotten no first warning? How is this the final one? Second, how is this intrusive decor? They don't even jingle. How on earth is this a concern to anyone at all? You can't even see them from the parking lot. I just.

So, screw these party pooping assholes. I'm going to comply so hard. Rather than a set of small decorative bells being put out a few times per year (oh, the humanity!) I'm going to make Shabbos their problem.

Every Friday-Saturday I'm going to decorate my porch for Shabbos. Piss off, anal retentive management. Look at my decor, fuckos!

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Cheering up Papa

A/N: Wrote this on my old blog. Thought I’d share it here! Minors/Under the age of 18, do not interact. My fluff is not for you. Note, I wrote this way before RHRN.

Fandom: Ghost

Characters: Cirrus, Copia, Cumulus

Warnings: Tickling. Fluff. Mentions of death at first. A little angsty at the beginning.

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Cirrus found him first. Nobody could find him to begin with, so of course that worried Sister but it all worked out. He had gone to the garden to water the flowers. Nobody had been caring for them, since Primo’s death and Copia wanted to change that. Next tour, he was putting a sibling of sin in charge of upkeeping the garden. It was one of the few reminders he had left of his brothers.

He sat under the gazebo, on the patio sofa, taking a break. It was a pleasant day, Copia thought. It was warm but not uncomfortably so. There was a gentle breeze occasionally making the leaves on the trees sway. Out here was a comfort. It made him feel close to Primo and made him feel he was doing something right, by trying to take care of those flowers and plants.

“Papa?” A voice was approaching him. Cirrus.

“There you are! Everyone wondered where you got off to!”

Papa. Copia repeated in his mind. He’d never be used to that title. He had been cardinal for so long. He hardly expected to be the next in line for Papa and truth be told, he wasn't sure if he wanted this. Looking back, Nihil’s comment about him not being a part of the bloodline made sense.

Unlike his older brothers, he hadn't been mentored. Primo had taught Secondo, and Secondo taught Terzo. Nobody was here to teach him. And it had left him feeling empty and hollow.

Noticing his silence and the blank look on his face, the ghoulette frowned, coming to sit next to him. Something was troubling him, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Everything ok?” She knew it wasn't but she wanted confirmation.

“Eh… I just have a lot on my mind. I’ll be fine. I am papa now. I do the worrying, not you ghouls and ghoulettes.”

Cirrus wasn't budging. “Copia please. You know how I am with picking up emotions. You aren't ok right now. Talk to me.”

She pulled the former cardinal against her, who heaved a sigh in response. Maybe getting it all out to a sympathetic ear would help. Someone who was grieving with him.

“I…. It just happened so quick, you know? The whole ‘becoming papa’ thing. No warnings, no nothing, one minute I’m performing, the next minute, I’m surrounded and declared papa.”

Cirrus nodded. He was right. There had been no time to process such a big, sudden change. Hell, Copia wasn't even warned. It had taken the ghouls by surprise as well. None of them had expected it.

“What else, papa? There's more. I know.”

Copia pressed his temple against hers, showing his affection and gratitude for her listening.

“I just feel that I am destined to fail. I have no-one to teach me how to be Papa.”

At this moment, Cumulus was walking out to the garden too. Seeing her bandmates- and technically newly appointed leader- she smiled, deciding to see what was going on.

“Hey ‘Lu.” Cirrus greeted, “papa’s having a venting moment.”

Cumulus’ tail and wings sagged. “Oh papa… Do you need space? Or would it be alright if I listened too?”

Copia shrugged. “If you want to stay, I don't have a problem.”

Cumulus took her seat on his opposite side, ready to be of as much comfort as she could.

Copia resumed, running a hand through his hair.

“I just feel alone, ever since my brothers died. I know I have my ghouls and I am not completely alone but…. Losing them was hard. I’ve had no time to mourn. It's just been work since we returned from tour. I know if Primo were here, he’d be teaching me. I have such big shoes to fill, you know? Except for Terzo's, his shoes were small, because his feet were tiny, heheh…”

Cirrus purred, nuzzling her nose against his temple. Cumulus had reached over, massaging his shoulder blades. He felt exceptionally tense.

“I think they’d be proud of you.” Cumulus hummed thoughtfully. “Especially Primo. He always wanted to see his younger brothers succeed.”

Would he? Copia wondered

“Do you really think so? It was hard to tell who or what gained his approval and who just got on his nerves.”

“Yes,” Cirrus agreed, “I think they’d be happy that their fratellino made it. I think Secondo would be teaching you to read the ancient grimoires, Terzo would be teaching you the Hellish or ghoulish tongue, and Primo would be more than happy to show you how to summon ghouls.”

Maybe they were right. But still…

“I just feel unsure now.”

Cirrus was now massaging and gently scratching Copia’s scalp, being mindful of her claws. He shivered before melting against her, some tension draining away.

“I think you're gonna do great. Yeah, you’re gonna be different than Terzo but that's ok. No Papa is alike. You have a lot to learn but we won't be impatient or unkind. We are you ghouls now, Copia. We will support you, when nobody else will.”

A lump formed in his throat, as he urged himself not to cry, his eyes suddenly glossy with unshed tears. His brothers may not be here to support him now or cheer him on- if they would have done such a thing- but hearing that his ghouls would be here to lift him up, made him feel relieved.

“We mourn with you, papa.” Cumulus chimed in again. “Your pain is ours.”

“Uh, i-it's not necessarily that- well, I mean it is, I just, I don't feel as bad now…”

The two ghoulettes sandwiched him in a tight hug, purring softly. Copia gave a shuddering exhale, bowing his head, bittersweet tears streaming down his cheeks.

“We’ve got you, Copia.” Cirrus murmured. “We’re here for you.”

This had been what he had needed for months. Just for someone to say they heard him and they would be there for him. All Sister wanted to do was go on and on, about his triumph as papa. Always saying how he was an improvement over Terzo. He never saw how. Terzo had won a GRAMMY after all, he had thought to himself.

Sister missed the point. And even if she hadn't, she still would be no true source of comfort. Too much false positivity. He needed to be allowed to feel these negative emotions. Not just brush them aside, because Sister said he should be happy.

Being able to vent helped immensely. Already, he felt a weight off of his shoulders and heart. His confidence wasn't there yet but it would be. He allowed himself to cry in silence, both ghoulettes rubbing his back and shoulder. After a minute or two, his tears began to subside.

“How do you feel?” Cumulus asked, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a handkerchief.

She wiped away his remaining tears, Copia allowing her to do so, almost leaning into her touch.

“Is there anything else we can do to help you feel better, papa?” Cirrus tilted her head to the side.

Come to think of it, they already had.

“I feel a little better now, grazie. Just by listening to me and letting me get it out. I appreciate it.”

They hugged him once more, glad to know he was doing a bit better. Still, Cirrus didn't like it when Copia was sad. A thought came to her, suddenly.

“I think I have an idea…”

Copia blinked. “What?”

She and Cumulus exchanged mischievous grins. They used to do this to Terzo but it was a much easier time with him, because of his height.

With no other warning, the ghoulettes began gently squeezing and pinching his sides, eliciting a shocked squeak, followed by some loud giggles.

“H-hey!” Copia cried, unable to stop giggling, “stop it!”

“Sorry, papa.” Cumulus chuckled, “we’re just trying to get you to smile.

“Ihihihi ahaham smiling!” He replied, kicking his legs out.

The ghoulettes had just started and he found it nearly unbearable. Especially when Cirrus snuck her hand up the hem of his shirt to get his belly. Every touch, every playful, gentle wisp of claws only caused him to laugh harder and louder. Rather than try to get away or fight them off, he held his hands over his mouth to muffle his giggles.

Cirrus wasn't having this, however. And she knew just how to bring his arms down.

“Ah-ah!” She playfully scolded, using her tail to get underneath one of Copia's arms.

Cumulus followed suit.

As they wanted, Copia's arms clamped down instinctively, his giggles turning frantic and squeaky, as Cirrus had not ceased torment on his belly.

“Cirrus!!” He squealed, as her other hand gently pried his own away from his mouth.

She laughed in response, “Hmm? What is it Papa?”

He shook his head, further squeaky giggles bubbling out of him, like a spring.

“Come oooon, use your words!” She teased, giving him a fanged smile.

Both sets of claws now gently digging into his ribs with the utmost care. Cumulus was teasing his neck and ears.

His blush darkened as he tried to keep himself still for them. They were only trying to help and lift his spirits again. For that, Copia was grateful. Suppose it wouldn't hurt to allow his ghoulettes to have a little fun. And while he’d never admit it aloud… he was having fun too. It felt nice to laugh like this.

He let out another squeal when Cumulus leaned forward, burying her face into his neck to playfully nibble the ticklish skin. His shoulders shrugged instinctively.

“No! Don't do that!” Copia squeaked, but Cumulus only continued.

“You know…. I don't think you mean that,” Cirrus smirked, lightly scratching underneath his arms, causing him to cackle.

Oh no… How did she know?! Though he wasn't really trying hard to get away….

“Y-you have no proof!” He challenged.

Cumulus snickered, using one claw to trace the shell of his ear, bringing out a high pitched cackle.

“I dunno, giggle rat…You’re barely trying to escape!”

His blush now spread up to his ears. “Don’t call me that!!”

“But it's true!” Cirrus giggled, “you squeak and squeal like a rat when you get tickled, sooooo that makes you a ticklish giggle rat.

Copia shook his head, denying such accusations but couldn't stop laughing to save his life. He let out a shocked shriek, when all twenty fingers skittered against his belly. He jolted as if he’d been shocked by electricity, laughter flowing unrestrained and freely from the Anti-Pope.

“THIS IS MEAN!!” He howled, kicking his legs out like an overgrown child once more.

Both ghoulettes tails wagged and swayed happily, listening to his laughter, pleased with themselves. They found themselves laughing with him as usual. His laughter was just so adorable and contagious, in Cirrus’ correct opinion.

He was beginning to tire, however and they didn't want to push him too far. It would seem a grand finale was in order. And Cirrus knew just how to go about it.

Cumulus seemed to be thinking the same thing, as she raised the hem of Copia's shirt, baring his belly just a little. He knew what was coming and began to go into a giggly, anticipatory panic. He’d been tickled by Cirrus enough times to know…

“Wait! Wait! Per favore! I’m gonna die!”

The other two giggled. Oh yes, he was definitely Terzo's little brother, alright! Copia was just as dramatic as him!

“Oh papa…” Cumulus snickered, shaking her head, “I think you’ll live!”

“No I won’t!”

With no further warning, they leaned down, claiming both sides of his belly, before blowing a loud raspberry before switching to nibbling, all while snarling playfully.

Copia let loose another shriek before howling with unbridled mirth, as they made a ‘feast’ out of him. He sputtered and squeaked, trying to talk but laughter took over within seconds. He slammed his hands on his thighs, unable to even think straight at this point. Despite the hysteria, his laughter was hearty.

Just when he thought he was going to be driven insane, his ghoulettes had a shred of mercy, stopping their playful attack, pulling his shirt back down, smoothing out his hair and clothes.

He heaved a relieved- yet giggly- sigh, going limp and slouching where he sat.

Cirrus purred, pressing her nose against his cheek with a nuzzle. “Awwww. See? Not that bad!”

Copia crossed his arms, giving a joking, angry pout.

“Yes it was!” He grouched playfully, “you two are fucking bullies!”

Cumulus laughed, giving his body a gentle squeeze, while Cirrus rubbed his back to help him calm down.

“Because we love you!”

Ok…. Copia couldn't argue with that logic. He gave them a bashful smile, pressing his temple against Cumulus’, followed by Cirrus.

“I love you too.” He chuckled softly. “....But it still wasn't nice!”

Cirrus ruffled his hair. “It got you to feel better though, I bet.”

Well, she wasn't wrong!

“Not answering that!”

Cumulus snickered. “Hey, wanna come and help me do some baking? I’m in a mood for something sweet. Probably something chocolate!”

Copia's mood lifted further. If there was one thing he loved just as much as rigatoni, it was chocolate!

“Oh yes, I’d love to! Now that you’ve said it, I wouldn't mind having some sweets too!”

The group of three stood up, stretching their limbs before walking back inside The Ministry, heading straight to the kitchen.

Being Papa wouldn't be easy. It would be stressful some days and a pain in the ass. But Copia felt just a little more confident now. His brothers may not be here, but he still had a support system.

Papa. Yes. Suppose he could get used to being called that now.

[arcadiabaytornado]

Something I'm currently watching on YouTube has me wondering: what would happen if you hired Max, Chloe, Kate, Rachel and Victoria to do up your garden?

Max

Max is going to beg you to hire someone else because it's stressful enough to just keep Lisa alive. However, if you make her do it anyways, she's going to do such a good job that she'll surprise herself. She'll use of knowledge of aesthetics to make a picture perfect little garden, but please don't ask her to do upkeep.

Chloe

I don't believe in Chloe slander…BUT if she's doing this alone without Max or Rachel, then she's putting in minimal effort. She's going to put a bunch of potted plants outside and call it a garden. Or she'll plant like one thing, smoke a cigarette, and then throw the butts into the garden. Not even on purpose, just because she isn't really thinking because she doesn't really care.

Kate

Kate will make a very soft garden that will quickly become the staple of the home. She'll plant flowers that will attract bee's and fruits that will attract butterflies. She'll make a little patio area that's perfect for reading a good book and admiring the beauty of nature.

Rachel

Rachel will put in minimal effort but still come out with the best looking garden. She'll carefully pick large flowers that will fill up a lot of space, and use a patio set up to take up even more room. So her garden looks incredibly full of life even though there's only like two types of things.

Victoria

Hiring Victoria is a waste of money considering her plan is to hire someone to finish the garden for her. However, in good news, whoever she hires will be great at their job. Your garden will look like a magazine cover when it's all said and done.

[verooutdoorliving]

Transform Your Outdoor Space with Sebastian Pavers in Vero Beach

Transform Your Outdoor Space with Sebastian Pavers in Vero Beach

Vero Beach, a picturesque coastal city in Florida, is known for its beautiful beaches, lush landscapes, and vibrant outdoor living culture. For homeowners looking to enhance their outdoor spaces, Sebastian Pavers offers a perfect solution to create stylish, durable, and functional areas. Whether you want to revamp your driveway, patio, walkway, or pool deck, Sebastian Pavers from Vero Outdoor Living can transform your vision into reality. This comprehensive guide explores everything you need to know about Sebastian Pavers, including their benefits, installation process, design ideas, and how they can elevate your outdoor living experience in Vero Beach.

What Are Sebastian Pavers?

Sebastian Pavers are high-quality interlocking paving stones designed to provide both beauty and durability for various outdoor applications. Manufactured with advanced technology and premium materials, these pavers are ideal for creating stunning driveways, patios, walkways, and pool decks that can withstand the test of time and the elements.

Benefits of Sebastian Pavers

Exceptional Durability: Made from high-density concrete or stone, Sebastian Pavers are built to endure heavy traffic, extreme weather conditions, and daily wear and tear. Their robust construction prevents cracking, chipping, and fading, ensuring a long-lasting appearance.

Versatile Design Options: With a wide range of colors, shapes, and sizes, Sebastian Pavers offer immense design flexibility. You can choose from classic brick patterns, contemporary styles, or natural stone looks to match your home’s aesthetic and personal preferences.

Low Maintenance: Unlike traditional concrete or asphalt, Sebastian Pavers require minimal upkeep. Routine cleaning with a mild detergent and occasional sealing are usually enough to keep them looking pristine.

Eco-Friendly: Many Sebastian Pavers are designed with environmental sustainability in mind. Their permeable nature allows rainwater to drain through, reducing runoff and promoting groundwater recharge.

Enhanced Property Value: Investing in high-quality pavers can significantly increase the curb appeal and value of your property. A well-designed outdoor space creates a welcoming atmosphere and can make your home stand out in the real estate market.

Why Choose Sebastian Pavers for Your Vero Beach Home?

Vero Beach’s unique climate and coastal charm make Sebastian Pavers an ideal choice for enhancing outdoor spaces. Here’s why these pavers are particularly well-suited for this region:

Climate Resilience

Vero Beach experiences a subtropical climate with high humidity, frequent rain, and intense sun exposure. Sebastian Pavers are designed to withstand these conditions, maintaining their appearance and structural integrity despite the harsh weather. Their resistance to moisture and temperature fluctuations ensures a long-lasting and reliable surface for your outdoor areas.

Coastal Aesthetic

The natural beauty of Vero Beach’s coastal environment calls for materials that complement its charm. Sebastian Pavers come in various textures and colors that can mimic natural stone or enhance seaside themes. Whether you prefer a classic look or a modern design, there’s a paver style to match the coastal elegance of your property.

Professional Installation

Local expertise in installing Sebastian Pavers ensures that your project is completed to the highest standards. Vero Beach professionals understand the specific soil conditions, drainage requirements, and design preferences unique to the area. Their knowledge ensures a flawless installation that enhances the performance and appearance of your pavers.

Choosing the Right Sebastian Pavers for Your Project

Selecting the perfect Sebastian Pavers for your outdoor project involves considering various factors to ensure you achieve the best results. Here’s a detailed guide to help you make an informed decision:

1. Purpose and Function

Determine the primary use of the area you’re paving. Different applications require specific considerations for durability, slip resistance, and aesthetic appeal:

Driveways: Choose thicker, more robust pavers that can handle the weight of vehicles and daily traffic.

Patios: Opt for pavers that balance style and durability, suitable for foot traffic and outdoor elements.

Walkways: Select pavers with slip-resistant surfaces to ensure safety.

Pool Decks: Consider pavers with textured surfaces to prevent slipping and heat absorption.

2. Design and Style

Consider the overall look you want to achieve. Sebastian Pavers offer a range of styles, including traditional brick, modern concrete, and rustic stone. Think about how the pavers will complement your home’s architecture and landscaping.

Traditional: Classic brick or cobblestone patterns create a timeless appeal.

Modern: Sleek, clean lines and geometric shapes provide a contemporary look.

Rustic: Natural stone or weathered finishes evoke an earthy, organic feel.

3. Color and Texture

The color and texture of the pavers should harmonize with your existing outdoor elements. Light colors can brighten up smaller areas, while darker hues add depth. Textured pavers enhance visual interest and provide practical benefits, such as improved traction.

4. Budget

Establish a realistic budget for your project. While Sebastian Pavers offer excellent value, costs can vary based on the type, size, and complexity of the design. Include additional expenses such as installation, base materials, and maintenance in your budget.

The Installation Process

Proper installation is crucial for the performance and longevity of your Sebastian Pavers. Here’s a step-by-step overview of the typical installation process:

1. Planning and Design

Site Assessment: Evaluate the area where the pavers will be installed. Consider factors such as drainage, grading, and soil type.

Design Layout: Create a detailed design plan, including the pattern, color scheme, and border options. Professional designers can help you make the best choices based on your preferences and site conditions.

2. Preparation

Excavation: Remove existing surface materials and excavate to the required depth. This ensures a stable base for the pavers.

Base Installation: Lay a compacted base layer of gravel or crushed stone. This provides drainage and stability for the pavers.

Edge Restraints: Install edge restraints to keep the pavers in place and prevent shifting.

3. Paver Installation

Laying Pavers: Begin laying the pavers according to the design plan. Use a string line or laser level to ensure straight rows and proper alignment.

Cutting and Fitting: Cut pavers as needed to fit around edges and corners, ensuring a seamless appearance.

4. Finishing Touches

Joint Sand: Fill the joints between the pavers with sand to lock them in place and prevent weed growth.

Compaction: Use a plate compactor to press the pavers into the base and settle the joint sand.

Sealing: Apply a sealant to protect the pavers from stains, moisture, and UV damage.

Design Ideas for Sebastian Pavers

Sebastian Pavers offer endless design possibilities. Here are some creative ideas to inspire your next outdoor project:

1. Elegant Driveways

Create a grand entrance with a stylish paver driveway. Consider using a combination of colors and patterns to add visual interest and enhance the curb appeal of your home.

2. Charming Patios

Design a cozy outdoor living space with a paver patio. Add comfortable seating, outdoor lighting, and landscaping to create a perfect spot for entertaining and relaxation.

3. Inviting Walkways

Enhance the beauty of your garden or yard with a charming paver walkway. Use curves and borders to create a visually appealing path that guides visitors through your outdoor space.

4. Sophisticated Pool Decks

Transform your pool area with elegant paver decking. Choose slip-resistant pavers in light colors to keep the surface cool and safe for swimmers.

5. Unique Fire Pits

Incorporate a custom paver fire pit into your patio or garden design. This focal point provides warmth and ambiance for outdoor gatherings and adds a touch of sophistication.

Maintenance and Care

To keep your Sebastian Pavers looking their best, regular maintenance is essential. Follow these tips for optimal care:

1. Cleaning

Routine Cleaning: Sweep the surface regularly to remove debris and prevent staining.

Deep Cleaning: Use a mild detergent and a pressure washer to clean stubborn stains and dirt. Avoid harsh chemicals that could damage the pavers.

2. Sealing

Periodic Sealing: Apply a sealant every 1-3 years to protect the pavers from stains and weathering. Follow the manufacturer’s recommendations for application.

3. Repairs

Repairing Cracks: Replace any damaged or cracked pavers promptly to prevent further issues. Remove the damaged paver, replace the base if necessary, and install a new paver.

4. Weed Control

Preventing Weeds: Use a weed barrier fabric under the base layer to reduce weed growth. Regularly remove any weeds that appear between the pavers.

Vero Outdoor Living: The Best Resource for Sebastian Pavers in Vero Beach

For homeowners in Vero Beach, Vero Outdoor Living is the premier resource for Sebastian Pavers and other outdoor living solutions. Here’s why Vero Outdoor Living stands out:

Expertise and Experience

Vero Outdoor Living specializes in transforming outdoor spaces with high-quality pavers and expert installation. Their team of professionals has extensive experience working with Sebastian Pavers and understands the specific needs of Vero Beach homeowners.

Customized Solutions

Vero Outdoor Living offers personalized design solutions to match your vision and lifestyle. From selecting the perfect pavers to creating detailed design plans, their team works closely with

[cinewhore]

The Take Over - a prologue

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem!reader

Rating: teen

word count: 479

warnings: none - the sea is calm for now. 

Summary: something’s amiss in your backyard. 

A/N: I watched Invasion of the Bodysnatchers last night and now my brain won’t shut up. I will make this everyone else's problem. Note that this is an AU of the film. You don’t need to watch the film to understand what’s going on. Credit to the gif maker(s)

Your cabbages had gone bad again and it pissed you off.

You read all of the farmers almanac’s, spent countless hours pouring over lifestyle blogs that would show you how to curate the perfect garden, you even hired an assistant to help with the upkeep.

And your cabbages still went to shit.

Was it something in the soil? Were the seeds crowded? Did you not play enough classical music to inspire it? Sighing audibly, you lean back on your heels in your knelt position, running your forearm across your brow. With the plans of soup and salad now thrown out, you were going to need to order food for dinner. It wasn’t too late to grab a pizza or takeout and you knew that Marcus really loved the Thai place downtown.

Before calling it quits and heading inside, you get up and circle around your other crops, surveying their growth and making mental notes of what needed to be tended to. As you round the corner near your makeshift greenhouse, you notice a bit of tarp laying on the ground close to the entrance.

Emily wasn’t on schedule to show up to help you today and this was the only time you’d been in the background so it didn’t make sense for the tarp to be there. Had you placed it there by accident? Forgetful or not, you stride over to put it back where it belongs when you halt in your steps, the hairs across your arms spreading all the way up to your neck coming to stand on edge.

Something was wrong.

Something was very, very wrong.

Cautious as you tread forward, you grab a small section of the tarp, yanking it forward to uncover whatever lay beneath it.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the scene displayed in front of you, body fixed and unmoving. This sort of thing shouldn’t bother you, you’re a doctor for goodness sake but you drew very strong lines in the sand about bringing work home. When you step foot across the threshold of 522 Livingstone Lane, you weren’t Dr. Pike, you were Mrs. Pike. A dutiful wife, amateur greenthumb and aspiring podcaster.

Making your way back to the house, you slide the patio door ajar, stopping in front of it. Marcus gives you a quick glance over and goes back to his work, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips.

“I take it the squirrels have gotten into the greens again? I keep telling you to stop feeding them, they’re only going to come back for more than you can provide.”

Silence.

Marcus looks up to you again, eyes narrowing as he fully takes in your demeanor. The air in the kitchen slowly drains, leaving behind tension and a paralyzing terror.

“Honey?”

You finally speak, voice cracked and laced with shock.

“Marcus, there’s a body in the garden.”

[jefferythejelly]

Funz domestic relationship?? 👀

(Imagine they're like. gardening or something. everyone always does making breakfast or whatever but the mental image of both of them chilling in the backyard with a lawnmower and shrub trimmers is fun I think)

ohh thats a very cute mental image. i don't think either of them would be like Super into gardening but i do like the idea of them in a cute little suburban house with a backyard that they have to upkeep. theres a couple of bushes and some flowers there when they move in, and foolish is kind of indifferent but punz thinks they're pretty, but neither of them really know what they're doing and end up almost killing one of the flowers before they do some research (aka googling and taking a trip to the hardware store garden center) and from then on they do a better job of making it look nice

they also have a little patio and a grill back there and they use it to host barbeques and stuff for friends and family in the summer. foolish has one of those aprons that says some shit like "#1 grill master" on it (despite both of them using the grill)

[clannfearrunt]

Comparison between the buffalo burs back in late June vs right now in late September. They’re still, *still* putting out a bit of new growth and flowering a little bit, but they are very clearly reaching the end of their life. While I’m curious how long they actually can keep going, I think I’ve got to put them away soon. They’re losing leaves and such, and the upkeep required to keep the patio clear of shed thorns is getting a bit much unfortunately. It’s been a very fun year though!! I am definitely looking forward to doing this again. I want to see how differently they might grow if I prune them more actively from the getgo maybe... thoughts and ideas

[wedelivergravel01]

6 Easy Landscaping Designs Using Gravel

Are you looking to spruce up your outdoor space? In this article, we'll delve into six easy landscaping designs that utilize gravel to add beauty and functionality to your yard. From garden beds to pathways, gravel offers a versatile solution that can enhance the aesthetic appeal of any outdoor area.

Benefits of Using Gravel

Low Maintenance: Gravel requires minimal upkeep compared to traditional landscaping materials like grass or mulch. Once installed, it requires little to no watering or mowing, making it ideal for busy homeowners.

Excellent Drainage: One of the significant advantages of gravel is its excellent drainage properties. It allows rainwater to percolate through, preventing pooling and reducing the risk of water damage to your plants and structures.

Versatility: Gravel comes in various sizes, shapes, and colours, allowing for endless design possibilities. Whether you prefer a rustic look or a modern aesthetic, there's a gravel option to suit your style.

Design 1: Gravel Garden

Create a charming gravel garden by layering different types of gravel to add texture and visual interest. Incorporate drought-resistant plants like succulents and ornamental grasses for a low-maintenance oasis.

Design 2: Gravel Pathway

Guide visitors through your garden with a gravel pathway. Define the edges with sturdy stones or metal borders and choose a gravel colour that complements the surrounding landscape.

Design 3: Gravel Driveway

Upgrade your driveway with gravel for a durable and aesthetically pleasing surface. Choose a compacted gravel mix for stability and add edging to prevent gravel from spreading.

Design 4: Gravel Patio

Create a cozy outdoor seating area with a gravel patio. Lay down a base of compacted gravel and top it with pea gravel for a comfortable and inviting surface.

Design 5: Gravel Mulching

Replace traditional mulch with gravel for a long-lasting and weed-resistant alternative. Not only will it help retain moisture and suppress weeds, but it also adds a decorative touch to your flower beds.

Design 6: Gravel Water Feature

Add a touch of tranquillity to your backyard with a gravel water feature. Create a dry creek bed or install a gravel-lined pond for a naturalistic look that attracts birds and wildlife.

landscaping with gravel offers a multitude of benefits and design possibilities for homeowners. Whether you're looking to create a serene garden retreat or enhance your outdoor entertaining space, Gravel Suppliers Toronto can help you achieve your landscaping goals with ease.

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[rhysintherain]

All the 'how to make your home feel like outdoor spaces' articles online are like

'Have more houseplants!'

'Paint things green!'

'Copy this Mediterranean patio room!'

Cool, got anything that won't die if I forget to water 500 plants?

Or something that feels like the woods around here rather than a tropical resort?

I come from a place where you actively have to fight off the nature to keep it from eating your yard, I just want my livingroom to feel like that with minimal upkeep.

[draconicsparkle]

Time for a fun summertime game! Time to teach the naga and puppy what a sprinkler is!

You know, I can’t honestly recall the last time I have played in a sprinkler. I mostly went swimming in pools to cool off. I should get my friends together and just do it one day. I bet the dogs would love it too.

Also also, if you haven’t seen it already, look at this.

And this!

Hajime hoisted the final bag onto the table, grunting with effort and panting briefly once it was set down. “Could you have picked anything heavier, Izuru? Sometimes I feel like you are trying to rip my arms off with your selections.” he complained loudly.

His twin snorted with a smirk, easily setting down three other bags that had weighed more than the single one Hajime had been able to carry. “Perhaps you need to practice more and build up arm strength. That way you can accomplish much more in terms of house upkeep and outside cleanup.”

Hajime rolled his eyes. “Oh please. I have a partner who can lift up boulders taller than us in a second. There is little need for me to become a bodybuilder.”

Izuru smirked. “Fair enough. Changing the subject, you will be happy to know that was the last of the bags. We can begin sorting and organizing the purchases now.”

“Fine,” Hajime relented, plunging his hands into the closest bag to begin. And so began the boring task of replenishing his house. He was secretly grateful that he had his brother there to assist, as it definitely cut down on the time he would have had to do it if he was by himself.

Needless to say, the pile of bags rapidly began disappearing with each item that was put away. Soon there were only a few left, which was incredibly relieving. But his relief turned to confusion as he pulled out a box from a bag. One for a sprinkler system, something he did not recall grabbing. “Hey, Izuru? What’s the deal with this?” he asked, holding the box higher.

His brother looked over, recognizing the box. “It is summertime. Hot and muggy. So I thought you might want to have that to help keep your yard watered during the intense sun.” He pointed over his shoulder to the dog bed, where Clover was chewing on a toy. “And perhaps provide some entertainment to those who aren’t aware of it. Not only her, but a certain neighbor of yours.”

Hajime picked up what Izuru was implying. “Yeah, I’m sure they would love it.” He repositioned the box under his arm and headed to the patio door. “I’ll go see if I can hook this up. Can you finish putting away the groceries?”

“Of course,” his twin called out, confident as always.

Hajime rolled his eyes as he stepped out, getting hit with the heat pretty much instantly. But he did his best to ignore it, walking over to the hose on the side of his house. As he opened the box, he heard a jingling noise approach. And soon, a wet snout poked his cheek. He smiled and pet the puppy near him, getting a happy tail wag. “This is for you and Nagito to enjoy. Can you hold on for a little longer? I think you will like it a lot.”

Clover licked his face before backing up and sitting next to him. He couldn’t help reaching over and petting her head before focusing on his task. Somehow, he was able to figure it out and finish before Izuru had come outside.

“Successful, are we?” the raven haired man asked, leaning up against the house with his arms crossed.

Hajime shot him a fake glare before standing back up. “Yes, I got it working. So there’s no need for you to employ your handyman skills today.”

Izuru snorted. “We shall see. But in any case, Nagito is approaching. Best get things set in place quickly.”

Turning his head, the brunette saw that his brother was right. The emerald naga had emerged from the tree line and was heading their way. Luckily, Hajime had a good distraction tactic. “Clover, look! Go get him!” he instructed, pointing in Nagito’s direction.

The wolf dog followed his finger, barking excitedly when she caught sight of the naga. She took off like a bullet, speeding through the grass towards the giant creature while yipping. She reached Nagito in no time, attracting his attention. “Well hello, sweetheart! Did you come to greet me?”

Seeing that Nagito had been sufficiently distracted, Hajime relaxed as he set the sprinkler up in the yard. It was far enough away from the house that it wouldn’t damage anything. So he felt confident in turning the hose on and retreating to the patio chairs and table. He joined Izuru, who had already taken a seat with cups of lemonade prepared. “Overachiever,” Hajime teased as he took one of the glasses.

“Lovestruck sap,” Izuru fired back.

The twins rolled their eyes with smiles, too used to the sibling banter. They didn’t bother moving even as Nagito and Clover arrived, the dog looking proud as if she had been the one leading Nagito back to the house. Hajime still stroked her head as a form of thanks. “Good girl. You found him.”

The naga settled down on the warm grass, resting his hands on his crossed arms. “She is a good girl. In fact, I’d argue that she is the best girl. No one will change my mind,” he stated confidently.

“I’d wager that I’d agree on that,” Hajime said, conjuring a large smile to grow on the naga’s face. After giving one last scratch behind the puppy’s ears, he pointed over to where he had set the sprinkler up. Right as he did, the water had finally finished traveling through the hose, setting off the sprinkler.

Both naga and puppy were initially startled by the sudden noise. But curiosity won out and they both moved closer to investigate. Clover reached her face out and attempted to bite at the water stream. She must have enjoyed the sensation as she barked happily and began chasing the water back and forth.

Nagito leaned in closer as well, trying to see where the water was coming from. Luckily, the black material stood out from the green grass so it wasn’t too difficult to find. He reached down and felt the water hit his skin. He smiled wide in wonder, especially when Clover began chasing it. “A device that sprays water without you needing to control it? Fascinating! What is this called?” he asked when he briefly glanced over to the humans.

Hajime leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable. It definitely would take some effort to get out of this position, but he didn’t care at the moment. “It’s a sprinkler. It will help the grass survive the heat and be entertainment for our energetic canine here.”

“Ah, I see! How innovative,” Nagito replied, watching the dog’s and sprinkler’s movements.

Then Clover found out that she could move the sprinkler’s base. The second she discovered this, she grabbed it in her jaws and ran over to Nagito, spraying him with the chilly water.

He giggled as the water splashed him. “Oh my! Look what you got! What a silly dog you are!”

Hajime snorted with laughter. “Having fun over there?” he called out, realizing a second later that he had made a terrible mistake.

Clover, upon hearing his voice, turned back towards him and rocketed forward, still holding the active sprinkler in her jaws.

Hajime only had a second to feel relieved that the patio door was shut before both he and his twin got sprayed by the water. “Na-Nagito!!! Call her- Call her back over to you!” he shouted as he tried to stand and avoid any more splashes. Izuru didn’t appear to move, having accepted the inevitable outcome with a scowl.

Nagito smirked for a few seconds before deciding to fulfill the request. “Come on back here, sweetheart. Show me again,” his angelic voice said over the sprinkler’s noises. Clover was more than happy to listen, trotting over to the naga.

Hajime shook his head, trying to get water off as he wrung out his shirt. “Note to self, only let the dog near the sprinkler if I am fully prepared for the splash zone.” His spirits were slightly improved when he looked at his sopping wet brother. Seeing him pouting like a wet cat more than made up for the uncomfortable dampness. “Looks like we have to dry off in the sun.”

Izuru huffed, having noticed his brother’s amusement. But no comments or alternatives were offered, so Hajime turned back to his other family member’s activities. He shrugged his shoulders with a grin. “Eh, a little water was worth it to see them have some summer fun.”

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8. Strawberries and Strength

Rosemary McCants had been growing a garden in her backyard for as long as Hannah could remember. Although it wasn't nearly as big as the community garden, which Hannah always hated working in, Rosemary took great pride in the upkeep of her small plot. Whenever Hannah could, which wasn't very often, she would walk over to Mrs. McCants' house to see if she needed any help tending to the garden. Mrs. McCants always said yes, telling her to try and pick some stubborn weeds or help water the things she herself couldn't reach. Hannah never minded the work she did for the older woman, especially considering how it would inevitably end in a nice cold glass of lemonade every time. When Hannah was still a girl, before everything had changed, she would help her mother tend to a small garden that they had in their backyard. It wasn't much bigger than Mrs. McCants' and it was filled with the most beautiful strawberries. Even before they grew into berries, the little white petals that cradled a golden center decorated the plot, like dots of paint on a canvas. One of the reasons Hannah loved spending time in Mrs. McCants' garden was because she also grew perfect strawberries, just like Hannah's mother.

After helping Mrs. McCants water her garden and pick anything ripe, Hannah asked if she could take some of the wonderful red berries. It wasn't that she necessarily had a need for them, or even a plan really, but something about them made her ask. Of course, Mrs. McCants replied by picking a couple of small bushels of the fruit and placing them in a little basket on her patio table.

"Actually, dear, would you do me another favor?" McCants asked before Hannah left. "Take another basket over to Father Gabriel. I just want him to know how blessed we are to have him here." McCants had gathered another basket of strawberries, this time with a note inside, similar to the one Hannah herself had given to the group.

"Sure, Mrs. McCants." With that, Hannah said her goodbyes and began walking the fruit back home. She would probably just wash them and leave them in her fridge for a snack. Or maybe she could make a sort of strawberry shortcake with them, Hannah thought. On her way home, Hannah passed by the old garage that had been turned into a church not too long ago. Hannah peaked in through the opening, noticing the makeshift altar that was surrounded by worn candles. Nearby the altar, there was an empty table, perfect for her to leave the berries.

Hannah had never really talked to Father Gabriel, but she also never had anything against him. She could tell some members of the new group weren't very fond of him, but still, if Rosemary liked him then who was she to disagree?

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Hannah passed Carol's house on her way home. She didn't usually go this way, going by the infirmary was much quicker, but the day was so lovely that she didn't mind it. The sun had been out all morning, giving the whole town a wonderful golden hue. These were Hannah's favorite days. When the sun was out like it was this morning, everyone just seemed to be in a better mood. People were happy when it was sunny. Things were quiet in town, just the sounds of light chatter from neighbors and soft grumblings from far-away Roamers. The new group called them Walkers, which honestly isn't all that different from Roamers. But still, Hannah preferred her own name better.

She had almost passed Carol's house when Hannah saw Sam running out of the front door. He didn't look scared, not like Carol had done anything, but still, there was a layer of panic covering his face.

"Sam? Sam, hey what's wrong?" Hannah asked, pulling his attention away from whatever had happened inside.

"Nothing, it's fine. Sorry." Sam breathed out, continuing to walk away from Hannah. She couldn't tell if he was angry or scared, but either way, it forced her to follow him.

"Sam? Did something happen? Did Carol do something?" She tried.

"No, no," Sam said quickly, "We just, well, we made cookies?" He said it like a question.

"Cookies?"

"She had me steal some chocolate from Olivia so she could make me some of the cookies, like the ones from the party." He explained, unphased by what he had just said.

"Steal? Sam, you can't take things like that from Olivia. Especially not just because Carol tells you to." Hannah tried to reason with him. Olivia was already on edge as it is, she doesn't need kids coming in and stealing things. And the fact that Carol had been the one to send him made Hannah even more upset.

"Look, just-- Why were you running? Did you get caught?" With everything inside her, Hannah hoped he hadn't been caught. She knew Deanna wouldn't be too upset, if anything she would scold him and then let him on his way. But Pete was different than Deanna, and he had a different way of dealing with things.

"Of course, I didn't get caught," Sam said sort of smugly, making Hannah chuckle lightly, hiding her smile. He stood for a moment, waiting for her to force him to continue. When she didn't, he simply sat on the pavement, crossing his legs over the top of one another. Hannah quickly realized he had more to say.

"What's up, Sam?" She asked, now sitting next to the kid. He kept his head down, much like Carl had the other night. He and Carl were similar, Hannah also realized. They both had a hard shell, a wall they had built on their own, but behind it, the two boys always had more to say.

"I asked her for a gun," Sam said softly.

"What?"

"I thought, you know, since she stole the guns, she might let me have one." He looked up at Hannah and she could see the desperation in his eyes. "It wouldn't be for me. I just, I want to have one."

Hannah hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should push.

"For your mom?" She said. Sam looked at her and she worried that he might be mad. Mad that she brought up something he had never explicitly told her. And yet, he looked almost happy when she said it. Happy somebody else said it for him. He didn't say yes, but they both knew the answer. All Sam ever wanted was to protect his mom. To protect his brother. He just wanted to feel safe.

Safety. How safe could you be in a world like this? A world where everyone, dead or living, was looking to kill. Maybe that's what Carl had meant last night. No matter what, people wanted to hurt others, but when you're on the inside it's much easier to hide. Carl told her she was weak, and maybe she was. Maybe being afraid of being hurt made her weak, but Hannah had never known anything else. For as long as she could remember she had been running. But she didn't want to live like that forever. She didn't want Sam to live like that.

"We can teach you. We can learn" She had said that to Carl last night. Hannah decided, then and there, that strength could be taught, it could be learned.

The first step to learning strength would be helping Sam. She couldn't give him a gun of course, but there had to be something she could do, some way she could protect him, protect Ron and Jessie. Jessie, Hannah thought. Maybe she could talk to her, try to understand what was really happening in that house. But Hannah didn't want to force her to talk about that, she didn't want to make Jessie uncomfortable. Who else could she talk to that would know about Jessie and Pete? Hannah thought, and finally, she knew who she would have to talk to.

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Hannah had mixed feeling toward Rick. They had never really had a conversation, so it wasn't fair of her to say she didn't like him. Hannah just didn't trust him. Not yet.

When she arrived at Rick and Carl's house, she had begun to feel the same way she had felt the first day they met, when she'd offered the tour. Hannah's palms became sweaty, her stomach hurt, and she prayed she was making the right decision talking to him.

"You're a police officer, right?" Hannah asked, trying to ease into the conversation. She stood in his living room, which was very similar to her own. She had planned to talk to Rick alone, but when she entered she was immediately met with Carol as well. Hannah was still upset with what she made Sam do, but she knew Carol could help her.

"I used to be, yes" Rick responded.

"So you know what to do if someone is in trouble." Hannah tried her best to be vague, not wanting to expose something if Rick didn't already know, though really it came out more suspicious than she had intended.

"Sure?" Rick began to look concerned, "Are you alright, Hannah?" She was surprised he had remembered her name.

"It's not me I'm talking about," She continued, now understanding why this had been so hard for Sam to talk about, "It's just-- well you know Jessie, right?" Rick nodded. Carol seemed to notice how Hannah was struggling and focused on the conversation more. "I'm just worried about them is all." Under the stare of Rick, who was still the Mountain Man in her mind, Hannah couldn't get out more than that. How was she ever going to learn to be strong if she couldn't even do the first step?

"You're friends with Ron and Sam, aren't you Hannah?" Carol asked as if to try and ground her. Hannah couldn't tell if this was part of her nice act or if she really meant it, but honestly, it didn't matter.

"Yes, I am."

"Is this about Pete?" Hannah was surprised when Carol said that.

"I mean--Not--" Hannah stopped her stuttering words, "Sam, he's a really sweet kid. He and Ron are great, and so is Jessie. They're perfect. But Pete, he isn't." Rick nodded, urging the girl to continue, "Sam told me he asked you for a gun today and I knew why he needed it. Everyone knows but no one can stop it."

Rick looked at Carol, his face hard with anger, silently asking if this was true. She didn't say anything for a moment, only nodding her head to confirm what Hannah had said. Carol hesitated, and Hannah thought she might not say anything at all, but finally, she spoke.

"Rick, I know how this is going to go with Pete. There's only one way it can go." Rick turned as she spoke, looking at Hannah, preparing her for what he knew Carol would say next.

"You're gonna have to kill him."

He only nodded.

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Hiii Loveliesss! This chapter is a little longer than my others so I'm happy about that. I know there still isn't a lot of Carl but I promise it's coming.

What do we think about Sam and Hannah's relationship? How about hers and Ron's??

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Character designs for two new OCs featured in my original project As Seen on TV!" Say Hello to Gretchen Siegfried and Fateema Fattoush!

According to the series canon, the Kwon family is one of the most important families in the cast, and also one of the wealthiest in Suburbia...though not as wealthy as other families. The Kwons live in a Tuscan-style villa with a grand foyer, island kitchen, and a large patio with a gazebo. Such a lavish home cannot be maintained by the Kwons alone— that's where their housemaids come in. Enter Gretchen Siegfried and Fateema Fattoush; two top-ranking housemaids from the Housekeeping Authority of Suburbia.

Gretchen and Fateema have a long history, going back to middle school. The two first met at St. Fontina Junior High Girls' Institute, a school that was known for turning girls into proper young maidens with activities such as tea time, flower arranging, music, dance, theater, and general education (side note: Tae-Yeon and Soleil attend this school in their junior high years). Some popular girls picked on Gretchen for wanting to study medicine instead of becoming a fashion model. That's when the courageous and justice-bringing Fateema stepped in, standing up for Gretchen. The two became friends and would study together frequently; they also made each other friendship bracelets that they still wear today. Eventually, they went on to attend Suburbia Academy, where Fateema played on the girls' basketball team, and Gretchen was a cheerleader showing off her school spirit. After high school, the two went back to their home countries temporarily. Gretchen studied medicine in Zürich and became an accomplished harpist, while Fateema did military service in Cairo.

The two returned to America without the other knowing, and applied for the Housekeeping Authority of Suburbia. The two friends were thus reunited when they were hired by a Korean family—the Kwon family—to maintain the upkeep of their home. Myung-Jun Kwon (father) and Chae-Won Song (mother) trusted Gretchen and Fateema not just with their lives, but also those of their two children, Tae-Hyun (son) and Tae-Yeon (daughter). The maids proved to be loving caretakers, and seemed to spoil the children a lot; especially Tae-Yeon. It was these two maids that gave Tae-Yeon her pet Flemish Giant, Hana. The maids also have pets of their own: Gretchen owns a St. Bernard named Edelweiss, and Fateema owns a cat named Bastet (who originally belonged to her mother, Shahira).

Gretchen and Fateema are very opposite to one another, but they get along very well. Gretchen is sweet, nurturing, a little shy, and loves fine chocolates and baking. She is also the one who does the most domestic duties, such as cooking, cleaning, and laundry. Fateema, on the other hand, has a very "too cool for you" jock-kind of personality, is a fitness nut, loves basketball, and has a strong sense of justice. She is the head of the Kwon home security, and works setting up security systems to protect the household from danger. While Tae-Hyun can drive himself to school in his own car, Tae-Yeon cannot, so Gretchen and Fateema drive the girl in her own personal automobile—a pink limousine nicknamed the "Tokkimobile". On their free time, the maids like to watch a show about Cyber Ninjas, and not just because of the action; the cyber ninja brothers are really handsome, and both the maids are head-over-heels for them.

Originally, Tae-Yeon and her family were going to have one maid: Gretchen. However, I watched the anime Tonikawa: Over the Moon For You, and was drawn to the dynamic of Chitose's housemaids, Charlotte and Aurora. Therefore, Fateema came into the picture, and I wrote her and Gretchen to be the "Aurora" and "Charlotte" to Tae-Yeon's "Chitose" (unlike Chitose, Tae-Yeon would not go to great lengths to rip apart a marriage and act like a spoiled brat).

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