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Houston Sprinkler Repair: Reviving Your Lush Green Oasis

Sprinklers, the unsung heroes of every thriving lawn, work tirelessly day in and day out to keep your green oasis, well, green. However, like any hero, they too may face wear and tear. Houston, with its scorching summers and unpredictable weather, often puts these irrigation warriors to the test. Fear not, for this article is your guide to navigating the world of Houston sprinkler repair – your ticket to maintaining that vibrant lawn.

The Green Symphony: Understanding Sprinkler Systems

Before we delve into the nuances of repairs, let's tune in to the green symphony that is your garden. Sprinkler systems, much like a conductor leading an orchestra, distribute water across your lawn, ensuring every blade of grass gets its share of hydration. Now, imagine this symphony abruptly disrupted by a malfunctioning sprinkler head or a leaky valve. That's where our journey into the world of repairs begins.

Signs Your Sprinkler Needs TLC

Recognizing the distress signals from your sprinkler system is crucial. Keep an eye out for these signs that your green haven might be in need of a sprinkler intervention:

Patchy Lawn: Is your once-uniform green carpet now marred by patches of brown? Your sprinkler system might be playing favorites.

Mysterious Wet Spots: Ever notice soggy spots that seem to have their own agenda? Your sprinkler could be leaking, turning your lawn into a waterlogged mystery.

Uneven Watering: If your lawn resembles a battleground of wet and dry zones, your sprinkler system might be losing its precision.

The DIY Mirage: When to Call in the Pros

In the age of online tutorials and DIY enthusiasm, it's tempting to grab a wrench and attempt sprinkler triage yourself. However, some issues are best left to the professionals. Consider calling in the cavalry if:

Geyser Sprouts: If your sprinkler head transforms into a mini-geyser, it's not a DIY spectacle. A professional touch is needed to tame the aquatic eruption.

Noisy Sprinklers: Is your sprinkler system suddenly hosting a water-themed orchestra? Unusual noises might be a sign of impending disaster.

Ancient Woes: If your sprinkler system is a relic from the last century, it might be time to retire it. Modern systems are not just efficient; they're also water-wise, ensuring you save both your lawn and your water bill.

Unveiling the Repair Arsenal

Houston sprinkler repair is a craft, and every artisan needs their tools. Let's peek into the toolbox of a seasoned repair specialist:

1. The Leak Detective

Like Sherlock Holmes of the sprinkler world, a leak detective pinpoints hidden leaks with precision. Armed with technology, they listen for the faintest whisper of escaping water, saving your lawn from drowning.

2. Sprinkler CPR: Head Replacement

Imagine your sprinkler heads as the lungs of your irrigation system. When they start wheezing or sputtering, it's time for a transplant. New heads breathe life back into your lawn, reviving it with a fresh burst of water.

3. Valve Surgery

Valves, the heartbeat of your sprinkler system, can falter over time. Repairing or replacing them is akin to performing surgery on a vital organ. The goal? To ensure a seamless flow of life-giving water to every corner of your garden.

4. Controller Wizardry

Controllers, the maestros orchestrating the symphony, sometimes lose their rhythm. A skilled repair technician will decipher the digital notes, reprogramming and fine-tuning to restore harmony in your watering routine.

Houston Sprinkler Repair: Your Lawn's Fountain of Youth

In the grand tapestry of your garden, a well-maintained sprinkler system is the fountain of youth. It breathes life into your lawn, keeping it vibrant and resilient against the Texas heat. As we navigate the intricacies of sprinkler repair, let's ponder a few questions:

What if your sprinkler system could tell tales of its journeys across your lawn?

Is your patchy lawn a silent plea for help from your irrigation companions?

Just like a painter needs a brush, your sprinkler system needs care. Houston sprinkler repair isn't just about fixing; it's about revitalizing your green canvas.

Conclusion: A Toast to Green Glory

In the heart of Houston, where the sun's embrace can be both comforting and harsh, your lawn stands as a testament to nature's resilience. A properly functioning sprinkler system is your partner in this journey, ensuring that each blade of grass dances to the rhythm of life.

So, as you embark on the quest for the perfect lawn, remember this: sprinkler repair isn't just about fixing broken parts; it's about preserving the essence of your green sanctuary. Raise a toast to the green glory of your garden, and may your sprinklers continue their symphony for years to come.

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Helliam with fire?

I was already working on this ironically enough so I rushed to finish this. A lot of my stories seem to end at 3AM lol

"Tears Burn Hot"

Set during the FFPS fire. Henry decides to accept his fate alongside and old friend

TW: death, injury, blood, and suicide warning

      He did it. 

      It hurt him so much but he finally pulled through. 

     Henry's lungs ached as he coughed, holding his shirt collar to his mouth to filter out the thick black smoke that started to slither behind him. His eyes burned with tears from behind his glasses as he finally got ahead of the flames the feasted with great pleasure on anything they could touch. His skin was hot from the raging temperatures and he was sure his shirt was decorated with ash. 

     The whole hallway was making noise. It was growing weak.

     He was tired. Tired of everything. His mind, his body, his heart, and his soul. Everything was gone. Everything had changed from good to hell. He was the last one remaining in this Hellhole. His heart pained him to know that his daughter, poor little Charlie, had been caught in the very flames that he set to free her. Her soul was weak, her body damaged as her remaining lifeline was merely a vessel. 

     Now he was left to fend for himself in this labyrinth of growing flames, trapped within the very walls he helped create. All he had to do was try to find some way to possibly escape, which he was extremely doubtful. After all, what was there to return to? His job was done, his life ruined. 

    The dining area had been untouched by Hell but the hazy blanket from above had started to kiss the ceiling in preparation for a farewell. He could see it just ahead of the hallway. The doors and windows were locked from the outside, keeping anyone inside. The sprinkler system was just as useless as a legless chicken in a den of hungry foxes. 

    The room creaked again, like a running growl of a hungry beast. Dirt and dust fell onto him before the supports gave in to the racing fire, spitting debris down onto Henry. He cried out in pain as metal and burning wood fell onto his shoulders, causing him to fall onto his stomach. His glasses were beyond repair, the lenses popping out of their frames and shattering amongst the rubble. 

      His right shoulder was practically paralyzed, his right leg hot with pain. 

     Henry ground his teeth together and hissed with pain as he struggled to get to his feet. His shoulder had to be dislocated and his leg was burning with white figurative flames. Everytime he tried to stand, the pain grew too much, forcing him back on the ground.

     The fire was drawing closer, inch by inch. He could feel the heat washing over him, the thick smoke pushing down on his chest. His eyes burned, rendering him blind with pain. 

       However, he did not feel fear. 

       Something grabbed him, Houston him into a sitting position. He bit back another cry as his broken limbs were jostled as his good arm was slung over another pair of shoulders, an arm snaking around his waist to hold his weight off his leg. This person felt extremely cold to the touch and covered with a layer of matted fur. The arm that held him ended in five digits of sharp claws that dug into his shirt for support. The air was tense with someone else's fear and urgency. 

       "Don't worry, Henry."

      That voice ...oh how it tore his heart to hear it again. Henry blinded away his tears, clearing his vision as he looked at his rescuer, limping beside him carefully. He could see two pale eyes within deep sockets, a broad light olive muzzle only inches away from his face, decked with two goofy buck teeth and filled with small sharp fangs, dirty fur already coated with spot, and two broken rabbit ears poking out of a damaged head shell. 

      Henry swallowed thickly, ridding himself of the suffocating lump in his throat. "W...Will?" God, it hurt to speak through the massive pain. 

      William gave a weak chuckle, tightening his grip. Henry felt him gently nuzzle the side of his face. "Just stay with me for a minute longer. I'll find a way out."

      With his deceased friend's aid, Henry was seated on the far side of the establishment as far away from the fire as possible. His shoulder and leg were now numb to the touch while blood poured from a large hash on his calf. William-or as he called himself 'Scraptrap'-had messily tied part of a tablecloth to the wound to help with the bleeding. It had been hard to accomplish such a task one handed. He had so flipped one of the tables on its side, moving it in front of the injured and heavily bleeding man like a shield from the growing heat as he tried to break through the locked doors. The doors only groaned from the force on impact but never dented. 

      Just as William prepared to kick it again, Henry laid a shaking hand on his foot, halting him in his tracks. While he could not see the emotions on the man's face, the rabbits deep accented voice glistened with concern. "Henry?" He questioned as he kept down, tapping the ground gently as Henry lowered his hand. "Talk to me."

       Henry ...smiled. "My plan worked," he laughed tiredly as the adrenaline began to wear off. "Sit with me, old friend."

      William...hesitated as his ears folded back but understood. His head lowered with defeat as he lowered himself into a sitting position against the wall, leaning heavily against Henry's good side and clinging to his shirt. Soft whimpers strained through his voice box as he shook, pushing his head under the man's chin for all signs of a need to touch, a need to be loved once more. 

     A need for welcoming warmth and a heartbeat to go with it. He felt Henry relax under his as one hand slowly stroked the fur on his back. He was completely stiff with fear, embracing as if his life was on the line. He did not fear death but he did not want this right now. This was too early. He only just reunited with his old beloved partner, so many years after being torn apart by murder. 

     The roof ahead continued to fall down. 

     "Go ahead."

     Scraptrap froze and slowly lifted his head, giving the best eye contact he would. Henry's hand on his dislocated limb was clutching to the sharpened remains of his left arm, teaching circles on the scratched cold surface with his thumb. 

     "Our times are up, William."

     He could only watch as Henry forced the limb to relocate, holding the point at the center of his chest firmly. Scraptrap's jaw opened with dismay at what the message meant and he shook more. 

      "You can't feel pain, can you?" He shook his head in a jerking and twitching manner. Henry chuckled as if death was no more than a flower. "I figured as much. However, i still can." Bis voice became serious again. "Kill me. So I won't be in pain and we can both meet our dates." He pressed the sharp limb harder to his chest with a small whince. 

     As the fire grew closer to the poorly made shelter, William's mind was racing to the point where his head was in pain. He did not want to kill Henry but at the same time, he saw it as mercy. Saving him from an extremely painful death of burning alive. He tried pulling his arm away in refusal but Henry's grip told him otherwise. 

      The fire has attacked the shield. The flames were rising above it, ready to swallow them. 

      "I'm so sorry…" William wrapped his arm around henry as he pushed his muzzle into his neck before gathering his strength for the blow. He closed his eyes, focusing on the warmth of Henry's neck. 

     Bone shattered and blood spluttered from the would. 

      Henry gasped and coughed, his body twitching as he gave his final greedy gulps of smoke. William whined and whimpered, driving his limb deeper into the man's chest with a sharp force until he stopped moving. 

      Blood continued to spill and now dripped from his mouth as he went limp in the rabbits hold. 

       As the fire scaled over and around the table, Scraptrap repositioned himself, lowering his head slowly as he brushed his tattered muzzle against bloodied lips. "Goodnight," he whispered and held the dead man close as orange tongues began to lick his body. 

     

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I haven't had the chance yet to read you're newest fic because my stupid dyslexia is acting up again, but I'm very excited to read it tomorrow. I hope this isn't to bold you ask, but are you still taking prompts? If so is there perhaps a chance of writing something poly!Volturi/OT5 related? Just like anything? Fluff? Smut? Angst? Whatever. Your writing is astounding and I gush over it all the time! —But if not please just ignore the above! Also have a good day!!

Hey!!!! Thanks for your prompt, and your words have made me blush for months. I tried to include a little bit of everything. 

You can read it on AO3 here, or below the cut. 

Title: the long, howling night

Characters: Aro, Athenodora, Caius, Marcus, Sulpicia 

Content warning: suicide  

Aro studies his wife, intent, unblinking. She quirks an eyebrow at him.

“Hurry up,” she says, her voice like velvet mercury. “We don’t have forever.”

They do, actually. The Ganymedes is 2.3 light years away from the vacant lot in space where Earth once spun. It’s another hundred years away from science’s best guess - a stab in the dark - of a habitable planet. And a god-knows-how-long until science’s second-best guess. If the ship’s limited resources could stretch that far.

Through the viewfinder, the stars are a smear of screaming light.

Aro looks again at his well-thumbed, plastic-coated playing cards. It’s a shit hand. A small pile of treasures sits diplomatically in the middle of the table - just stuff, the human things they had a few minutes to cram in their pockets. An opera ticket, some Roman currency, dentures. The captain’s hat crowns the pile, inky blue with a UN bleeding-copper crest. Gambling the captain’s tenure is probably against regulations, but no-one’s watching from Houston anymore.

Sulpicia’s eyes are dark and mischievous, and in them, stars blink. Even after four millennia, he can’t read her poker face.

“I’m calling it,” he says.

Sulpicia laughs - a lustrous, imperial sound. “You lose,” she says, fanning her cards on the table while scooping the treasure with one arm. She dons the captain’s hat, smiling devilishly.

“Gods,” he says, pushing away from the table.

A door hisses and Caius strides in. He’s still in his silver exosuit, and it looks insectile on his slender frame. His lashes are clumped with snap-frozen venom. A vampire could survive in the vacuum of space for about five minutes before their skin fissures; even with their many biological advantages over humans, there have been three near-fatal system failures aboard the craft.

Sulpicia tilts her hat towards Caius. He surveys her and decides on a careful economy of oxygen. “So that’s that, then,” he says. “…Captain, I’ve repaired the solar damage to the craft’s hull.”

“Great,” Sulpicia says. “Say that again, but this time while doing the Sprinkler.”

Aro speaks before Caius can protest. “That’s an abuse of your station, dear. Against code. You don’t want a mutiny on your hands, do you?”

“Hm,” Sulpicia says, mirroring her husband’s sly grin. “I’ve got nothing else scheduled.”

*

Netochka sleeps on a sine wave, curled around a Tesla coil. There is a debate in the ranks - is she programmed with a personality? Aro and Marcus think so. The others have a less romantic view - she is a synthetic human hooked up to a blood-making machine, her recumbent head a mall-mannequin’s head, her chest rising and falling due to the polymer bellows that oxidize her blood, her artificial membranes warmed by thermal bioware. They can’t wake her up, though, to be sure.

This is probably for the best, they decide, as Athenodora’s teeth cut her wrist to ribbons. Sulpicia has the other arm; Aro the neck; Caius and Marcus take a leg each. They feed in companionable silence, and when they finish, they lick their chops carefully. It will take Netochka several weeks to regenerate and replenish; the vat of bone-marrow clicks on and gently stirs is hemocytoblasts.

The blood is enough to prevent starvation, but that is all. The coven daren’t touch the humans in the holds below their feet, suspended in pendulous biosacs like fruit-bearing vines. There are only 498 of them left, and they need to populate an entire planet. The Volturi are playing the long game.

The ship doesn’t have the capacity for more than five vampires. Goodbye, empire. Hello, the barest outline of a new planet. Here’s to a strange sun rising over an unknown ocean.

*

They float in the rec room, bouncing off the netted walls. In the viewfinder, an orange nebula roars along the craft like a dragon. Its tongue coats them in embers; a ruinous, burning light. They fall together, naturally. Zero-gravity fucking takes some practice, but it’s fun, giddy. Caius peels off Sulpicia’s space suit with his teeth, and it floats with them like a voyeuristic ghost. Sulpicia wraps her legs around someone’s face, pale fire in her stomach, captain’s hat aslant on her head. She is being stroked by four pairs of hands; orange and attenuated limbs. They spin round like they’re in a washing machine. They do the deep rinse and the spin cycle. Sulpicia clings too tightly and her nails draw venom, and it buds like tiny crystal balls.

*

Three months later, Marcus disables and crawls through the airlock. He doesn’t get far, but he gets far enough. They watch him through the viewfinder as his body splinters into thirds, then tenths, then a thousand tiny pieces.

Sulpicia wonders what took him so long.

*

The captain ties her hair back while she waits for her husband to stop beating the alloyed walls with his body. Space’s black bottom presses up against the viewfinder; no change of light indicates how much time passes. She waits, and when it’s time she flips him back and eases him out of his space suit, inch by inch, gentle and firm like she’s his fucking mother.

“We couldn’t have known,” she says, perfunctorily, running her hands down his wounded body. She knows exactly what buttons to press and soon he’s draped across a radiator with two fingers hooked inside him. He sucks on the praline skin of her neck and she makes a little come-hither motion which has him jerking like he’s violated a Geneva convention. Tentatively she puts her other arm around him, like a baby, and rubs his back when he comes, choking and streaming venom.

She gathers his discombobulated body up into an empty-promise of an embrace, presses her cheek to his cheek, breathes in his old-iron, graveyard smell. She doesn’t want to say anything more, not the pragmatics, not yet.

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