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Bitttch tell me all the fahc head cannons

i'm not gonna give you all of them, because where's the fun in that? but i'll give you some general ones >:3

if anyone wants to know more about a specific person, my ships, or teams/platonic pairings (like the lads, dusk boys, etc), hmu!

Geoff meets Jack when she's in her final year in vet school. She's working at a seedy bar, early in her transition, so she knows the worst of the worst in Achievement City. When Geoff rolls in, they immediately get along, and he respects her in a way no one has before. He starts talking about his dreams of making his own crew to clean up the city, to rule it in a way where the people are protected, from the cops, from other gangs, and she's sold.

Meanwhile, Ray and Michael meet when they're teenagers/young adults (around 18/19), both having moved to AC because it's cheap and it's somewhere that isn't home. They quickly get sucked into the life of crime to make a living for themselves. Ray's deadly woth a sniper, and Michael took to demolitions like it was second nature. They become mercs and start to get a name for themselves.

Jeremy is a retired boxer. He gets badly hurt during a fight, and he's told he's never going to box again. In need of money, he becomes muscle for hite for any crews who need him, and picks up weaponry rather quickly. He gives himself the moniker Rimmy Tim for fun, and it ends up sticking.

They all work with Geoff for a while before he decides they're the crew that he wants, they'd be perfect. They all get along with each other, they work well together, and every one is down to go along with Geoff's hairbrained schemes.

Meanwhile, Gavin is over in England with Dan. They're a two-man crew, and neither seem keen to join a larger group. Dan sticks mostly to being the muscle and weapons expert, Gavin ends up learning how to do... everything else. Stealth, negotiations, snipjng, but especially Hacking. Gavin and Dam end up in some really hot water, and Gavin is forced to leave the country.

Gavin moves to AC and gets right back into the swing of things. He needs money, why not take up jobs he knows he can do? Unfortunately, this has the side effect of messing up the Fakes' plans, and, well... they aren't happy. (I won't go too much into depth about that because... spoilers for a fic I'm working on)

Geoff is the best cook out of the main crew, and ends up the defacto chef whenever they eat together. Jack is good at cooking, but she doesn't enjoy it as much as Geoff does, sl she lets him do it most of the time. Michael can cook, he just doesn't bother because he has Geoff and Jack to.

Ray, Jeremy, and Gavin are NOT allowed to cook. They're lucky to be allowed into the kitchen at all. The three of them when not at the penthouse live off of prepackaged food, ramen, and take-out. They can't cook to save their lives. It's a travesty.

The last time the three of them tried to cook while the other three were out, well... they ended up setting a pan on fire. And then panicked like sims about it, which caught more of the kitchen on fire. When the others got home, they tried to lie about it, as if Jeremy wasn't holding a fire extinguisher, and as if there weren't scorch marks on the ceiling. Geoff was pissed.

Michael is honestly the only motherfucker to clean the penthouse. Geoff gets mad and tries to make the mess-maker clean it, which means it doesn't get cleaned, which means Michael ends up cleaning when he gets upset at the mess.

While they all tend to destroy things and make messes because they like to throw things and play stupid games like The Floor Is Lava, Gavin is by far the worst. His mess is mostly contained to his areas, but don't give him anything throwable, or breakable, or that can smash things, because he will cause trouble.

Trevor eventually gets wrangled into helping clean, mostly so he can 'beautify' things, but also because he's afraid Michael might actually kill him if he doesn't help.

Gavin likes to make stupid dares and challenges. Geoff, Michael, and Jeremy fall prey to these most often. Geoff because he can't say no to any dare, from anyone. The second someone sahs, "I bet..." or "I dare you..." he's already doing it. Michael and Jeremy just can't say no to Gav. Well, they can, but they immediately turn around and do whatever he asks.

Uno is banned from the penthouse. The last time they played it went on for three hours and Jack, Jeremy, Gavin, and Geoff wanted to kill each other or themselves. Ray and Michael just watched from the sidelines and reveled in their loss of sanity.

Gavin and Michael are neighbors! Michael's appartment is directly across the hall from Gavin's, much to his chagrin in the beginning.

Ray and Jeremy live about a 5 minute walk from each other, 10 minute drive from Michael and Gavin, and a 7-and-a-half minute drive from the Penthouse.

Jack and Geoff live full-time at the penthouse. They sometimes find it a little lonely, but then they remember how chaotic everyone is, and decide they enjoy the peace.

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A Parley at Owls'

Penelope had known the place immediately, of course. She hadn't been inside for quite some time - hadn't felt the need to haunt the university or the blocks to the south since the Blood turned heavy in her cold veins and the bags stopped working. She knew it, though. As old as she was, and it had been here first; the Owls were of her vintage, turn of the twentieth century, one foot in the nineteenth.

It didn't hurt that the place felt like a church. White walls and high windows, and a sense that the mission bell should be ringing at midnight, calling out a changing of the guard. Put the prey to bed, it should be singing; put the prey to bed, and wake up the predators.

Inside: comforting dark. Low ceilings and beams. Electric imitation candlelight over every table. Long bar, glittering bottles, polished wood. Solace from the open baking will-be-bright-again flatness of the desert. It was - not hateful.

As a choice of venue, it suggested someone gave a damn. Wanted her to feel comfortable. It did not immediately suggest this is a trap.

Still, she'd brought Gabriel with her. Bless him. He couldn't shut up and he'd fuck anyone who looked at him twice, but he'd saved her life twice and third time was the charm and who else was there to trust in all the world but someone who'd put his eternity in her hands and said: drink me, and then giggled about it.

"All right," she'd said. "Don't leave the engine running. If I'm not back in half an hour? Demolition. Wreck everything."

She'd said that, and she'd stepped out of the dusty black SUV, and walked across the dusty night-time street, and inside.

Penelope could never resist a secret.

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[billybigrigger]

I once got to help tear out the RD apartment of a college dorm. Like this story, a group of around 30-50 college freshmen going hog wild with sledges, crowbars, breaker bars, and various other demolition tools, all of us seeing how creatively and/or efficiently we could carry out mass destruction. The two things I remember quite vividly were a.) a bunch of students taking limp wristed swings at a 15 foot long stretch of wall with claw hammers so I told them to stand back and with one solid kick from my size 12 boot, sent the entire 15 foot section down in one piece and b.) catching a ceiling tile grid to the face, giving me the slightest cut on my eyebrow but apparently I was bleeding enough it looked like someone slashed me with a knife. Fun time.

I had somewhat infrequent contact with the church youth group as a high schooler–I wasn’t a regular attendee, but enough of my friends were that I usually had the lowdown on what was happening. I have a personal policy that I don’t turn down invitations to participate in things unless I have an actual conflict (which is, let me tell you, an interesting, rewarding, and occasionally dangerous way to live your life) so when one of my friends said, “Hey, Hell, the youth group is doing a volunteer project and we need people. You in?” I said sure.

She told me to dress for messy outdoor work, and we’d drive there together on Saturday morning. No other details were provided.

So Saturday morning came, and I found myself standing in jeans, steeltoe boots and a tank top in front of a very, very run-down house with about a dozen other teenagers and a couple adults. The adults had that slightly manic look common to youth group leaders, and matching church t-shirts. 

They also had half a dozen sledgehammers.

I had a fantastic feeling about how this day was going to go. 

The house, they explained, was condemned. It needed to be demolished. 

There were words after that about the who and the what and the why (and, presumably, about why they had decided to recruit a bunch of teenagers to do this In The Name Of Jesus) but I was vibrating at a speed that rendered audio waves impossible to decipher and didn’t catch any of it. Something-something-something-jesus, something-something-something-hit things with sledgehammers, don’t hit the marked support beams,  Something-something-something-HELL YOU GET TO WRECK THIS HOUSE was basically all that got through.

They said something that my brain interpreted as “GO!” 

I had a sledgehammer in my hand and was swinging through the front door faster than a chipmunk on cocaine. Which was wholly unnecessary; the front door was unlocked. I just wanted to do it. 

I plowed a straight line through that house from front door through the back wall just because I could, then doubled back to go for some of the fun tile spots. Around me, a dozen sweaty teenagers were going absolutely feral. The ones with sledgehammers were swinging wildly at anything they could reach, and the ones without were kicking holes in the drywall for no reason and prying apart any surface they could get a grip on.  

The adults had cleared out about five minutes in; we were left with our sledgehammers and no inhibitions.

 These wholesome christian teens had spent most of their lives being proper and helpful, and now, for what may have been the first time, they were being told to be as destructive as they were capable of being, and it immediately went to their heads. We were a swarm of holy termites. We were sledgehammer-bearing tornadoes. We punched holes in that house until there wasn’t any house left to punch holes in.

Did we take out some of the marked support beams on accident? Absolutely. Was this whole plan deeply, deeply unwise? Sure! But we were having a great time!

The teens with sledgehammers mostly got tired and traded off sooner or later, and a couple of us decided that now was the time to solve some universal mysteries for ourselves, like: can I run straight through a wall if I get a far enough running start? Can I kick a door down like in a movie? If we work together, can we throw John right through that drywall?

The answers to these questions was a shining, reverberating YES.

(John was fine, probably.)

By the time we felt that our work was done, the house was just a few upright studs with a roof on top, sitting in a lake of debris. We straggled out on to the front lawn, dragging our sledgehammers, and watched as the adults hooked chains to the remaining beams. The chains were hooked to the back hitch of someone’s Compensator pickup truck, which was being used for its actual function for probably the first time ever. We watched as the truck pulled away from the curb, the chains going tight–

–and with a sound like breaking toothpicks, the beams broke, and the house pancaked in on itself.  We cheered like it was the Second Coming. 

I don’t know why they had us do this. I don’t even know whose house it was. I just know that there are few joys purer than the joy of wrecking something bigger than you with nothing but the strength of your own arms, and few euphorias more glorious than the feeling of putting a sledgehammer through a front door for no reason at all.

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Island Homes & Renovations Launches Full-Scale Home Renovation with Extensive Demolition and Modern Upgrades

Vero Beach, Florida – June 21st, 2025 – Island Homes & Renovations, a licensed general contractor known for expert remodeling in kitchens, bathrooms, and custom doors, has announced the start of a comprehensive home renovation project designed to completely modernize a private residence from the ground up.

The ambitious project involves a detailed demolition phase followed by the installation of high-end finishes and fixtures throughout the property from a general contractor. As a locally owned and operated business with a fully stocked showroom, Island Homes & Renovations is proud to offer clients a one-stop experience for cabinets, countertops, and flooring—making the process more convenient and customized than ever.

Demolition: Making Way for Innovation

The project begins with the removal of key interior components:

All first-floor ceilings and AC duct lines

Existing tile flooring and baseboards

Kitchen, laundry, and bathroom cabinetry

Two bathroom vanities and the shower’s front wall

Ceiling soffits in the kitchen and kids’ bathroom

Audio speakers throughout the home

All existing railings

To improve accessibility, the main walkway will also be straightened and leveled. These demolition tasks create a clean slate for innovative design solutions by the general contractor.

Structural and Design Upgrades Throughout the Home

Flooring & Trim:

New laminate or vinyl flooring will be installed across the first floor, floated for a completely level finish. Taller shaker-style baseboards will add a clean, modern touch.

Laundry Room Enhancements:

Upgraded cabinetry will reach the ceiling, complemented by a new countertop, sink, and full-height backsplash. A closet rod will be installed to maximize functionality.

Kitchen Renovations:

The kitchen will be transformed with custom cabinets reaching the ceiling, topped with elegant crown molding. Integrated glass cabinets with LED lighting will elevate the space. The layout will be enhanced by relocating the double oven, lowering the bar-height counter, and adding quartz countertops with a 10-inch overhang. A farmhouse sink, new appliances, and updated electrical components—including pendant light boxes—will round out the upgrade.

Master Bathroom Overhaul:

The master shower will be opened up by removing its front wall. New tile will extend to the ceiling, with a relocated valve, added curb, and frameless glass enclosure. New wall-to-wall cabinetry with custom woodworking will be added to the vanity wall.

Guest Bathroom Update:

Includes a new tile floor, quartz vanity top, double sinks with upgraded fixtures, cabinetry, and lighting repositioned with supporting drywall work.

Additional Upgrades Include:

Installation of impact-resistant custom windows and doors

Interior painting in a cohesive color palette

New stair and balcony railings

LED lighting upgrades, outlet and switch replacements

AC system overhaul with new ductwork, vents, thermostats, and units

Garage ceiling repair and epoxy flooring installation

Island Homes & Renovations brings unmatched expertise to every project, offering personalized service from concept to completion. With access to a full showroom of premium materials and a team of dedicated designers, clients can expect a seamless, stress-free renovation process that brings their vision to life.

[ethanlmiller]

Transform Your Home with Expert Painting and Remodeling Services in Temple, TX

Your home is more than just a place—it’s where memories are made, where families grow, and where you express your personal style. Whether you're looking to breathe new life into your living spaces or increase your property's value, a fresh coat of paint or a well-executed remodel can make a world of difference. At Texas Homes Remodeling & Painting, we specialize in interior & exterior painting in Temple, TX, as well as comprehensive remodeling solutions that turn visions into reality.

With years of hands-on experience, quality craftsmanship, and a reputation built on trust, we proudly offer the best painting services in Temple, TX alongside customized remodeling for bathrooms, kitchens, and full home makeovers. In this blog, we’ll explore how our services can enhance your home’s beauty, functionality, and long-term value.

Interior & Exterior Painting in Temple, TX: Color That Defines You

Few upgrades are as transformative—or as affordable—as a professional paint job. Whether you're changing a single room or the entire exterior, our interior & exterior painting in Temple, TX adds instant charm and value to your property.

Interior Painting

Your interior spaces should reflect your taste, lifestyle, and comfort. Our team works with you to:

Choose the right colors for each room

Use low-VOC, eco-friendly paints for a safer environment

Prep surfaces meticulously for a flawless finish

Handle everything from ceilings and trim to accent walls and cabinets

Whether you're going for bold, modern, warm, or classic, we ensure your home feels refreshed and cohesive.

Exterior Painting

Your home’s exterior is the first impression. Our experts:

Assess surface damage or weathering

Power wash and prep walls and trim

Use durable, weather-resistant paint

Deliver long-lasting curb appeal and protection from the elements

With the changing Texas weather, we make sure your home not only looks great—but is built to last.

Home Improvement and Remodeling in Temple, TX: From Vision to Value

If you’re dreaming of a home that’s more functional, modern, or spacious, home improvement and remodeling in Temple, TX is the answer. At Texas Homes Remodeling & Painting, we provide end-to-end remodeling solutions that enhance both aesthetics and utility.

Whole-Home Remodeling

We manage every aspect of your home transformation, including:

Room layout changes

Flooring replacement

Drywall and framing

Electrical and plumbing upgrades

Finishing touches like lighting and hardware

Specialized Upgrades

Whether you're adding a home office, revamping your laundry room, or finishing a basement, our team combines precision craftsmanship with thoughtful design to bring your ideas to life.

By working closely with you, we ensure that your remodeled home aligns with your budget, needs, and lifestyle.

Bathroom Remodeling in Temple, TX: Create a Spa-Like Escape

Your bathroom should be a peaceful retreat—a place to relax, refresh, and recharge. If your current bathroom feels outdated or dysfunctional, it might be time for an upgrade. Our bathroom remodeling in Temple, TX transforms cramped or worn-out bathrooms into modern, luxurious spaces.

We specialize in:

Tub-to-shower conversions

Custom tile installations

Vanity and countertop upgrades

Energy-efficient lighting and fixtures

Accessibility modifications (walk-in tubs, grab bars, etc.)

Whether you want a sleek modern aesthetic or a cozy, rustic vibe, we’ll design and build a space that fits your vision perfectly. We manage everything—from demolition and plumbing to paint and final decor—so you don’t have to.

Why Choose Texas Homes Remodeling & Painting?

When you hire Texas Homes Remodeling & Painting, you're not just getting a contractor—you're getting a partner dedicated to bringing your dream home to life.

Here's what sets us apart:

Local expertise – Based in Temple, we understand the unique climate and home styles in Central Texas

Skilled professionals – Our team includes painters, remodelers, designers, and project managers who are all committed to excellence

Transparent pricing – No hidden fees, just honest quotes and fair rates

Timely project completion – We respect your time and always strive to finish on schedule

Customer-first approach – Your satisfaction is our top priority, from initial consultation to final walkthrough

Our clients rave about our attention to detail, clean job sites, and willingness to go above and beyond.

Serving Temple and Surrounding Areas

Although we’re proudly based in Temple, TX, we also serve homeowners throughout the surrounding communities, including:

Belton

Killeen

Harker Heights

Troy

Salado

And more across Central Texas

Whether you live in a historic home or a new construction property, we tailor our services to meet your specific needs.

Client Testimonials

“Texas Homes Remodeling painted both the inside and outside of our house. The results were amazing! Professional, fast, and flawless.” – Linda R., Temple, TX

“We did a full bathroom remodel and couldn't be happier. Their team helped us choose everything from tiles to fixtures. It now feels like a hotel spa!” – Greg T., Belton, TX

“We’ve used them for two projects—interior painting and a kitchen upgrade. They are reliable and deliver top-quality work every time.” – Stephanie M., Killeen, TX

Ready to Upgrade Your Home?

Whether you're seeking the best painting services in Temple, TX or want to start a bathroom remodel or full home renovation, Texas Homes Remodeling & Painting is ready to help.

Let’s turn your house into the home you’ve always dreamed of.

Visit: https://www.texashomesremodelingandpaintings.com Call: (254) 217-4759 Email: [Use contact form on website]

Final Thoughts

A beautiful, functional home doesn’t happen by accident—it takes expert planning, quality workmanship, and a team you can trust. At Texas Homes Remodeling & Painting, we bring it all together to deliver outstanding results across painting, remodeling, and home improvement projects in Temple, TX.

Whether you're freshening up with interior & exterior painting, tackling a bathroom remodel, or planning full-scale home improvements, we’re here to help—every step of the way.

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Unlock Your Basement’s Potential Today

The Value of a Finished Basement

A basement often sits unused, a cavernous space brimming with untapped potential. In Sykesville, Maryland, where homes blend historic charm with modern aspirations, transforming this area can redefine how families live. Basement finishing Sykesville, MD offers homeowners the chance to expand their living space, whether for a cozy family room, a sleek home office, or a vibrant entertainment hub. This process not only maximizes square footage but also boosts property value, making it a smart investment. By turning a damp, cluttered basement into a functional and inviting area, residents can enjoy their homes in entirely new ways.

Why Hire a Professional Contractor?

Embarking on a basement transformation requires expertise to navigate structural challenges and local regulations. A Basement Finishing Contractor brings the skills needed to ensure the project is executed flawlessly, from waterproofing to electrical work. These professionals assess the space for issues like moisture or inadequate insulation, addressing them before finishing begins. In Sykesville, where older homes may have unique foundation quirks, contractors tailor solutions to each property, ensuring durability and safety. Their knowledge of building codes guarantees compliance, sparing homeowners costly mistakes and creating a space that’s both beautiful and secure.

Customizing Your Basement Vision

Every homeowner has a unique dream for their basement, and customization is where the magic happens. Basement finishing Sykesville, MD projects can range from minimalist designs with clean lines to elaborate setups featuring wet bars or home theaters. Contractors collaborate closely with clients to craft layouts that reflect personal style and meet practical needs. For families, this might mean a playroom with durable flooring and ample storage. For professionals, a quiet office with soundproofing and ergonomic lighting could be ideal. The flexibility of these projects allows residents to create spaces that enhance their lifestyle and complement their home’s character.

Addressing Sykesville’s Unique Challenges

Sykesville’s climate, with its humid summers and occasional heavy rains, poses specific challenges for basement projects. A skilled Basement Finishing Contractor prioritizes waterproofing to prevent mold and water damage, using inorganic materials like sealed concrete or specialized wall panels. Egress windows, often required by local codes, are installed to provide safe exits and natural light, brightening the space. Contractors also tackle issues like low ceilings or uneven floors, employing creative solutions to maximize headroom and usability. These tailored approaches ensure that finished basements in Sykesville are both functional and resilient.

The Process of Basement Finishing

The journey from a bare basement to a polished living space unfolds in carefully planned stages. Basement finishing Sykesville, MD begins with a consultation, where contractors assess the space and discuss the homeowner’s goals and budget. Next, designers create a 3D layout, helping clients visualize the final result. Once approved, the team handles permits, demolition, and foundational work like waterproofing or framing. Skilled tradespeople then install plumbing, electrical systems, insulation, and drywall, followed by flooring, lighting, and custom features. A final walkthrough ensures every detail meets expectations, delivering a seamless transformation.

Maximizing Functionality and Style

A well-finished basement balances aesthetics with practicality, creating a space that’s as useful as it is inviting. Basement Finishing Contractor professionals in Sykesville excel at integrating modern amenities, such as built-in shelving or energy-efficient lighting, to enhance functionality. Stylish touches like accent walls or hardwood-look flooring elevate the ambiance, making the basement feel like a natural extension of the home. For those seeking multifunctionality, contractors can design flexible spaces that serve as a gym by day and a guest suite by night, ensuring every square foot is optimized.

The Long-Term Benefits of Finishing

Investing in Basement finishing Sykesville, MD yields rewards that extend beyond immediate enjoyment. A finished basement increases a home’s resale value, appealing to buyers who see it as ready-to-use space. Energy-efficient upgrades, like insulated walls or LED lighting, reduce utility costs over time. Additionally, a properly finished basement improves indoor air quality by addressing moisture and ventilation, creating a healthier living environment. For families, the added space fosters connection, providing a dedicated area for hobbies, relaxation, or gatherings, all within the comfort of home.

Choosing the Right Contractor

Selecting the right Basement Finishing Contractor is critical to a successful project. Homeowners in Sykesville should seek licensed, insured professionals with a portfolio of completed basements. Checking reviews and references provides insight into their reliability and craftsmanship. A transparent contractor offers detailed estimates, outlining costs for materials, labor, and permits, and communicates clearly throughout the process. By choosing someone who listens and aligns with their vision, homeowners can feel confident that their basement will be transformed with care and precision.

Conclusion: A Space Reimagined

The decision to finish a basement is a commitment to unlocking a home’s full potential. Basement finishing Sykesville, MD, guided by a skilled Basement Finishing Contractor, turns overlooked spaces into vibrant extensions of the home. From cozy retreats to dynamic entertainment areas, these projects reflect the unique needs and dreams of each homeowner. In Sykesville, where community and comfort intertwine, a finished basement becomes more than just extra space—it’s a canvas for creating memories, enhancing value, and embracing the possibilities of home. Start your transformation today and discover the joy of a reimagined basement.

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How Long Does a Bathroom Renovation Take in Washington DC Homes?

Embarking on a home improvement journey can be both exciting and a little overwhelming—especially when it involves a frequently used space like a bathroom. For homeowners in the capital region, timing is often one of the most important questions to consider. Whether you're planning a complete overhaul or just upgrading fixtures and finishes, understanding the timeline is crucial for setting realistic expectations. If you're considering a Bathroom renovation Washington DC, the duration of the project will depend on several key factors, including the size of the space, complexity of the work, and availability of materials.

Let’s break down what you can expect when it comes to the length of a typical bathroom remodel in a DC home.

1. Planning and Design Phase: 1 to 3 Weeks

Before demolition begins, a thoughtful plan must be created. During this phase, homeowners work with a designer or contractor to finalize the layout, choose materials, and prepare drawings. This is when you’ll select items such as tile, cabinetry, plumbing fixtures, lighting, and paint colors.

Permits may also need to be obtained depending on the scope of the work, which can add time—especially in historic DC neighborhoods where special approvals may be required.

Tasks during this phase include:

Initial consultations

Site evaluations and measurements

Design concept development

Material selection and ordering

Permit applications (if needed)

Time-saving tip: Working with a design-build firm can speed this process since all work is managed under one roof.

2. Demolition and Prep Work: 2 to 4 Days

Once everything is in place, the physical work begins with demolition. This includes removing old tiles, vanities, fixtures, and sometimes drywall or flooring. Prep work may also involve updating plumbing or electrical infrastructure to bring systems up to code.

If the home is older—which is common in DC—this stage can take longer due to potential issues hidden behind walls, such as outdated wiring or water damage.

Included tasks:

Tearing out existing finishes

Hauling away debris

Inspecting the structure

Installing blocking or reinforcements as needed

3. Plumbing and Electrical Rough-In: 2 to 5 Days

This is a critical step where licensed professionals run the plumbing and electrical systems to accommodate the new design. Rough-ins must be done before walls are closed up.

Inspectors may need to approve this work before the next stage begins. Scheduling inspections and waiting for approvals can add a couple of extra days depending on local availability.

Includes:

Moving or installing drain and water lines

Setting electrical boxes and wiring for lights, fans, and outlets

Inspection scheduling and approval

4. Structural Work and Drywall Installation: 3 to 5 Days

If walls or ceilings were opened during demolition, this is the point where they’re repaired and refinished. New drywall is hung, taped, and sanded. Additional time may be needed for moisture-resistant drywall around tubs or showers.

Once complete, the space is ready for aesthetic transformation.

5. Tiling and Flooring: 4 to 7 Days

Tile work is a labor-intensive and precise job. It includes laying floor tiles and tiling shower walls or backsplashes. Intricate tile patterns or specialty materials may extend the timeframe. Visit us

Grouting, sealing, and allowing for proper drying time are all essential to ensure durability.

Process includes:

Measuring and dry-fitting tiles

Applying adhesive and setting tiles

Grouting and sealing

6. Painting and Finishing Touches: 2 to 3 Days

Walls and ceilings are painted, and trim work is completed. If you're using specialty finishes, additional drying time may be necessary. This stage adds the personality and final polish to your space.

7. Fixture and Vanity Installation: 2 to 4 Days

The final stage involves installing everything from the sink and toilet to mirrors, towel bars, light fixtures, and accessories. Cabinets and countertops are also added at this point. Afterward, all systems are tested to make sure they work properly.

If any items were backordered or delivered late, they could delay this phase.

8. Final Inspection and Cleanup: 1 to 2 Days

The contractor performs a final walkthrough, completing any punch-list items such as paint touch-ups or re-caulking. A final inspection (if required) confirms the work meets local codes.

After cleanup, the space is ready for use.

So, How Long Does It Really Take?

In most cases, a standard bathroom update in Washington DC takes between 3 to 5 weeks once construction begins. Larger or more complex renovations may stretch to 6 to 8 weeks, especially if the project involves custom orders, structural changes, or historic home considerations.

Estimated Total Time Breakdown:

Planning & permits: 1–3 weeks

Construction: 3–6 weeks

Total: 4–9 weeks from start to finish

Timing is everything when it comes to home remodeling. While every project varies, understanding the process and working with a reliable team can ensure your renovation goes as smoothly as possible. Whether you're revitalizing a small powder room or transforming a master bath into a spa-like retreat, clear communication and good planning are key to staying on track. If you’re also considering other home upgrades, many professionals who handle Bathroom renovation Washington DC projects also offer kitchen remodeling, providing a cohesive design throughout your home.

[naturalwoodessentials]

The Best Way to Break a Wood Wall: A Practical Guide

Breaking a wood wall may seem like a straightforward task, but it requires a combination of preparation, the right tools, and attention to detail. Whether you're remodeling a space or taking down an old structure, knowing the best way to approach this task ensures efficiency and safety. This guide will walk you through the process, helping you break a wood wall with care and precision.

Assessing the Type of Wood Wall

Before you begin, it's important to assess the kind of wood wall you're dealing with. Not all wood walls are constructed in the same way. Some might be decorative paneling, while others may be thicker, structural elements that contribute to the building's integrity. For instance, a solid wood wall used in older homes may be significantly more difficult to remove than modern decorative wood paneling.

The wall’s purpose also dictates the level of caution needed. A non-load-bearing wall, such as a partition, can usually be taken down without much worry. However, a load-bearing wall supports the weight of the building above, so you’ll need to take extra care or consult a professional before breaking it.

Checking for Hidden Obstacles

Wood walls often hide crucial elements like electrical wiring, plumbing, or insulation behind their surface. Breaking a wall without considering these factors can lead to unintended damage, creating a safety hazard and potentially costing more in repairs.

Using tools like a stud finder or similar devices can help detect any hidden features in the wall before you start demolition. If you're unsure whether pipes or wires are running through the area, consider cutting small exploratory holes first to get a clearer picture of what lies behind the surface.

Choosing the Right Tools

The tools you use are pivotal in ensuring that the wood wall is broken down efficiently without damaging the surrounding structure. For lighter paneling or decorative wood walls, basic hand tools such as a hammer, pry bar, or utility knife will usually be sufficient. However, thicker walls, especially those made from solid wood, might require more robust equipment, like a crowbar, reciprocating saw, or sledgehammer.

Equally important is your personal safety. Always wear protective gear, including gloves, goggles, and a dust mask to safeguard yourself from wood splinters, dust, or flying debris. Working in a well-ventilated area is also essential, particularly when dealing with treated wood that may emit harmful chemicals when disturbed.

Removing Surface Elements First

Before breaking into the wall itself, it’s best to start by removing any surface elements such as trim, molding, or baseboards. These features often conceal joints or fasteners that hold the wood in place. By taking them off first, you’ll expose crucial attachment points, making it easier to dismantle the wall.

Use a pry bar or hammer to gently loosen these components, taking care not to damage any surrounding surfaces if you plan to reuse the materials or keep them intact. This process is crucial as it gives you better access to the main body of the wood wall and reduces the risk of splintering or cracking the wood unnecessarily.

Targeting Weak Points in the Wood Wall

Once surface elements are removed, the next step is to find weak points in the wood wall. Start by identifying areas where the wood is naturally weaker, such as near joints or where the grain changes direction. Using these areas as an entry point can make the process easier and allow you to dismantle the wall piece by piece rather than breaking it down all at once.

If the wall is secured to studs or a framework, you’ll need to carefully detach the wood from these supports. Working slowly and methodically will help ensure you don’t damage other areas of the structure. Using controlled force instead of brute strength will also minimize any potential harm to the surrounding walls, ceiling, or floor.

Cutting Larger Sections for Easy Removal

For thicker wood walls, it’s often more efficient to cut the wall into smaller, more manageable sections before removing them. A reciprocating saw or circular saw can be useful for this purpose, allowing you to divide the wall into segments that can be taken down more easily.

Cutting the wall this way prevents the wood from splintering, and it also gives you greater control over how the wall is broken down. Remember to cut along natural grain lines whenever possible, as this helps to preserve the integrity of the wood if you plan to reuse it.

Dealing With Nails, Screws, and Adhesives

As you remove the wood, you’ll likely encounter nails, screws, or adhesive materials holding the planks or panels in place. The type of fasteners used will affect how you proceed. Nails can be pried out with a hammer or nail puller, while screws may require the use of a drill or screwdriver. Adhesives, particularly strong construction glues, may require you to cut the wood into smaller sections before separating it.

If the wood wall was attached using a heavy-duty adhesive, you may need additional tools, such as a heat gun, to soften the glue. Removing these fasteners carefully ensures that the underlying structure remains intact and prevents unnecessary damage to the wood itself.

Handling Old or Hazardous Materials

Older wood walls, especially those found in vintage homes, might have been treated with chemicals such as lead-based paint or other toxic substances. These materials can pose health risks, especially when disturbed during demolition. Make sure to wear appropriate protective gear and work in a well-ventilated environment.

If you suspect that hazardous materials are present, it's a good idea to contact a professional to test the area or advise on the best course of action. Proper disposal of these materials is also crucial, as some chemicals cannot simply be thrown out with regular construction waste.

Salvaging and Repurposing the Wood

If your goal is to salvage the wood for future projects, extra care must be taken during the demolition process. Use gentle force when prying boards or panels loose to avoid cracking or damaging the wood. Salvaged wood can be reused for a variety of purposes, including furniture making, accent walls, or other DIY projects.

If the wood is in good condition, taking the time to dismantle it carefully will preserve its integrity and allow it to be repurposed effectively. On the other hand, if the wood is severely damaged or rotting, it may be better to discard it responsibly.

Final Cleanup and Inspection

Once the wall has been successfully broken down, it’s important to clean up the area and inspect the surrounding structure for any potential damage. Remove all debris, including nails, screws, and leftover wood scraps. If any adjacent surfaces were affected during the process, now is the time to repair them.

With the wood wall removed, you’ll have a clearer view of the rest of the structure, enabling you to make any necessary adjustments or preparations for the next phase of your project.

Conclusion

Breaking a wood wall requires more than just physical strength; it demands careful planning, the right tools, and a thorough understanding of the structure. By assessing the wall beforehand, using the appropriate techniques, and prioritizing safety, you can complete the task efficiently while minimizing the risk of damage to the surrounding area. Whether you’re remodeling your home or salvaging wood for future projects, following these steps will help you break a wood wall with precision and ease.

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Dating Tyler Durden Would Include....

Requested by the very lovely @hyuugasmary

Part two!!

⚠️ Warnings: sexual innuendos, mentions of blood I think? ⚠️

So, you've found a way to get the most wanted man in the world to be your boyfriend. Him being wanted because of how gorgeous he is, but also wanted for the crimes he's committed. This should be fun.

Tyler has the largest infatuation with you. With the way your hair falls over your eyes or how your skin glows when you're out in the sun working in the garden- that type of stuff. He swears that your eyes were more gorgeous than any bar of soap he's blown something up with, even though he most likely wouldn't admit that to anyone but himself. Again, he knows where his priorities lie, but he's one to care more for the intimacy of language.

Many would say this is Tyler's "first life" meaning that he was not an old soul. This would make him overenthusiastic about everything and someone who contains a lot of excitement. This carried over to you, of course whom he finds to be the most exciting thing of all.

When Tyler walked downstairs from his room in the Paper Street house, all eyes fell on him to see what their leader would say. With his oddly printed shirts and wacky pairs of pants, he seemed almost out of place with how grimy and cluttered the rest of the house was. However, there was also a part of him that looked too perfect in this setting. The first time he walked downstairs and heard you yelling insults at his Space Monkeys, he felt his heart beat faster with the admiration he felt towards you.

Your boyfriend is very committed to his cause, as you probably know already. He's willing to do the most ridiculous acts just to show his contribution to the chaos and that's just what he decides to. So when he was in the bathroom ready to shave all the hair off his head, you joined him instead of being surprised he was going for the change. You helped him shave his head and then you asked him to shave yours. Tyler thought it was very badass of you to do that for him and Project Mayhem and he likes to remind you of how sexy it was on the daily.

If you rub Tyler the right way by doing everything in your power to love and care for him and to keep him happy throughout his sadistic tendencies, he might just appoint you to the leader of the Demolitions Committee. If this happens, Tyler trusts you more than anyone else- including himself.

He struggles with insomnia. As the stories go, he was raised in a mental institution and doesn't sleep for weeks on end. Only a part of this is true as you know your boyfriend can go a day or two without any shut-eye. Most of the time the only way he'll truly fall asleep is when he has you in his arms or by his side; listening to your breathing and feeling your fingertips graze the soft but calloused skin on his palms. He wants to know that you're safe at all times.

Tyler doesn't usually talk about his emotions when it comes to his insecurities. Insecurities that you might leave him after finding out about everything he's done or insecurities about not being good enough for you. Mind you, Tyler's confidence is very high but he wants to make sure that your relationship is a two-way street. You do so much for him and he wants to make sure you know he'll reciprocate that. You're usually able to pry these negative thoughts out of him once you're alone together up in his room or cleaning up after a fight in the basement of Lou's Tavern.

This can lead to some minor issues between the two of you if he plays off his insecurities. It can become small arguments but everything is usually fixed after make-up sex.

Sometimes, you have a habit of picking up each other's movements and catchphrases. You tend to find yourself leaning confidently against doorframes or with your hands up above your head, holding onto a part of the ceiling. You also picked up some of his phrases such as "The things you own end up owning you," or, "After a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."

He picks up your favorite sayings and even starts to smile more since that's a very you thing. Being around someone who appreciates him and his psyche means the world to him and allows him to start showing more fondness for life.

It takes you a while to get used to your new place when living with Tyler, since the water wasn't always clean or the electricity didn't always work. You usually make the best of it but sometimes it's frustrating when your hair (or what's left of it) becomes really greasy. Tyler kinda picks on you for not adapting right away but hey, you did lose a lot of versatile solutions to modern living.

Tyler enjoys date nights. He won't do anything crazy, so don't expect extravagant restaurants or shiny new jewelry. Instead, be excited over a late night drive to look at the stars or listening to records you stole. You know how he has his whole "down with capitalism" rant so usually you two stick to something that doesn't require contributing to that.

Bonus!

Exchanging glances with Tyler while he's giving his speeches on total destruction and absolute chaos. He'll even wink at you in front of the other Space Monkeys.

Trying to fix some of the pipes in the basement with him. His shirt is off and he's sweating everywhere while he duct tapes the openings closed and oh god do I need to continue?

Tyler allows you to hang up the licenses you collect from people like Raymond K. Hessel. You like to put them in the door to your bedroom in a decorative way, all of their names and faces on display.

Going on flights with Tyler to set up new clubs. He's usually the one by the window seat and you're the one flipping through the manual, drawing flames and terrified faces on the diagrams with the paint markers you keep handy.

Wearing your boyfriend's infamous red sunglasses?!

If you're a non-smoker Tyler would do his best not to smoke in front of you due to your distaste for the drug. However, if you do smoke- expect sharing cigarettes. He'll light one and walk around the house with it dangling between his lips, only for you to take a long drag from it when he's least expectant of it.

A/N: I hope this is okay! Thank you for requesting<3

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22. Fashion Never Dies (Vamptober 2022)

Find the full list of chapters here.

Jazz and Lucas are taken to a Sabbat gathering and get a first-hand view of exactly what they've signed up to.

CW: Extreme graphic mutilation and torture - Ya know, Tzimicse shit. Not for the weak stomached - though I tried not to get too graphic.

Word count: 3,221 words.

Image is by Space on Twitter, please check her out! She does lots of great VTM-inspired artwork.

They left the bar when the flames started to travel from the chairs to the walls, Carl and Magnus pushing the tables in to catch for good measure, including the one with the bodies on. They went out through the fire exit, leaving the front door bolted shut, and left through a miserable little patch of tarmac that held a couple of large bins and a tired looking car that presumably belonged to the bartender. 

"What happens when they find the bodies?" Jazz whispered to Cat as they left.

"In this part of town? Not a lot," Cat replied with a laugh. "Besides, there won't be much left for them to find. Those boys will have to be identified by their teeth."

She said it in such a careless way that Jazz shuddered. She moved closer to Lucas, away from the other vampires.

The sky was starting to lighten. The group headed back the way they had come, taking Jazz and Lucas with them. Quinn separated from them as they passed the scrapyard, sliding in through the gate with a nod of farewell. The gang hailed her with raised hands and catcalls before moving on, deeper into the neglected industrial area on the edge of which the scrapyard lay. They stopped outside a boarded-up old warehouse that was surrounded by a chain link fence, topped with barbed wire and covered with faded signs reading 'Danger: Keep Out' and 'This building is scheduled for DEMOLITION'. Carl pulled out a key, unlocked the heavy padlock on the gate and pulled it open with a loud rattle. He gestured for them to go inside, and they did, sweeping Jazz and Lucas in after them without comment.

Inside, the warehouse was sparse on furniture, but there was plenty of 'artwork' on the walls: band posters, stolen street signs, graffiti, swathes of grubby and faded fabric, and strings of multicoloured lights. Other than a sad-looking kitchen and filthy bathroom, the place was all one large room. Massive cobwebs hung from crisscrossing metal beams up by the high corrugated iron ceiling. Jazz wondered how loud it was under that roof when it rained. In the centre of the room was a cluster of three blackened metal braziers and a small pile of broken furniture and cardboard to serve as fuel. Any windows the building had were boarded up on both sides and covered in posters and signs, so the place was entirely lit by the sad, dull yellow fluorescent lights above their heads and the string lights trailing around the edges of the room. In the corners Jazz saw several old mattresses laid down, heavy lengths of fabric hung up around them to serve as curtains and keep out the light. It reminded her of the hotel scene in The Lost Boys, and even more than she originally had, she couldn't help thinking of the gang in the same way. She wondered if they were going to have to jump off a bridge with them at some point.

The other vampires all started to bed down, jumping onto mattresses and pulling curtains closed. Cat and Cal took one mattress together; Donna took one with Magnus; Grease picked one on his own. As Carl came in from locking up behind them, he crossed over to Jazz and Lucas where they stood near the centre of the room, looking uncertain.

"Well?" he asked. "You going to bed down or you planning to sleep in the middle of the floor all day? If bare concrete's a kink for you two, go right ahead, but I prefer to sleep in comfort. Personally."

Lucas squirmed, embarrassed. "We didn't know we were, uh ..." he began, then trailed off as Carl gave him an incredulous look.

"Mate. You're pack now," he replied. "You sleep with us, eat with us, ride and die with us. So hurry up and take the last mattress before I make you share with Grease."

Carl's voice wasn't quiet. Grease poked his head out from behind his curtain in response and grinned. An unusually long tongue wormed out from between his jagged teeth and slowly licked across his pitted and cracked lips. "I don't mind some company," he croaked. The others all laughed.

Carl gave Jazz's butt a playful slap. "Go on. I'll crowd in with Cat and Cal. They're like brother and sister, so I won't have to deal with any necrophilia when the sun sets!" He raised his voice, directing it toward the corner Donna and Magnus had vanished into. Magnus's pale, silver-ringed hand poked out, flipping the bird. Carl chuckled and drifted over to where Cat was grinning at him from the shadows. "Get in, big man," she called.

Lucas glanced over at the last empty mattress and shrugged. "Shall we?" he said to Jazz.

Jazz followed his gaze and sighed. Even the first flat - after Lucas had smashed it up - had been better than this. The mattress was filthy and the curtains around it were ragged and torn. Privacy, if they wanted it, would be non-existent. "Fine," she grumbled. "Though I'm pretty sure there are hobos on the street who live better than this."

Lucas shushed her. "Give it a chance."

Filthy or not, the mattress was comfortable, and they slept soundly and without interruption. When they rose the next night, Carl ushered them all around him. "Quinn messaged," he said, looking at his phone. "There's going to be a big gathering in a couple of nights. They're getting the packs together to organise a big push against the Cammies. And Quinn says it's going to be a big deal, so we need to be on our best behaviour."

The other vampires snickered a little at that. "So what do we do til then?" Grease asked.

"Quinn says to chill, lay low, feed well," Carl replied. "She wants us on our best game at the gathering. That means there's gonna be some important players there."

"Cool," Donna remarked. "Maybe I can get out of this armpit of a pack."

The others turned on her playfully, slapping and pulling at her as she grinned. Carl raised his voice to be heard above them. "Rest up, kiddies - we've got real work ahead of us!"

Two nights later, Jazz and Lucas were escorted by the pack to a large hotel in a much more affluent area of the city. Though their pack had hardly even changed their clothes, Quinn was wearing an elegant black evening gown and her blonde hair was left to tumble over her white shoulders in soft curls. She met them outside the hotel, a large clutch purse in one hand, and looked them over in mock disappointment. "You made an effort, I see," she quipped. "Come on. You're the last to arrive, and you know the Bishop doesn't like anyone to be late."

Bishop? Jazz thought. Priest? What's with all the church stuff?

They went inside, Quinn leading them into a large function hall. The hotel was of modern design, so other than the ostentatious chandeliers above their heads and the drapes of sheer fabric lining the ceiling and walls, the room wasn't particularly grand. But the floor was polished wood and the furniture was all gold gilt and carved wood - what Jazz thought of as wedding furniture. Tablecloths covered the round tables and each one had a small tealight in a glass holder at the centre. It looked like it had been set up for a corporate function.

But the people inside quickly dispelled that impression. There were many others dressed similarly to their pack, in denim and leathers, biker boots and chains. There was a small group who were dressed smartly, but all in black, as if they had come from a funeral. They all sat together near the front of the room, where a large stage was set up. There were more than a few who were dressed like Quinn, in smart suits and pretty gowns, as if going to a ball. And then there were a few - mostly those on the stage - dressed in robes and uniforms that looked like they belonged in cathedrals, or even the Vatican. 

Quinn ushered them all to an empty table about halfway down the hall. They all sat, Quinn folding her legs neatly beneath her chair, the others lounging with feet on the table, sitting backwards in their chairs, or just slumping comfortably. Grease leaned across the table and pulled the tealight closer to him. Jazz watched as he started poking the flame with one long, gnarled fingernail. Before long she looked away. It was making her stomach twist nervously. Her hand went to her forehead, where the mark of the brand had only just healed over. The more serious burn on the side of her face was taking longer, but already it wasn't much more than a stripe of tight red skin.

Once they'd sat down, a figure on the stage dressed in the long white robes of a Catholic bishop stepped forward. He had forgone the headdress, and his long black hair flowed across his shoulders in stark contrast to the white vestments. He reminded Jazz of Antonio Banderas in Interview With a Vampire - but only because his hair was so long and straight. He was white, and his eyes were very pale - in fact his hair was the only thing about him that was dark. He lifted his arms, and the room fell silent.

Cat leaned over to Jazz. "That's Bishop Christopher," she whispered. "He unites all the packs in the city."

Jazz nodded her thanks and turned her attention to him as he began to speak.

"Cainites," he said in a surprisingly deep voice. "Welcome. We are here tonight to enact our ancient traditions together, united as Sabbat."

Lucas leaned over and whispered to Jazz. "This isn't so different from the Camarilla. Lots of pomp and ceremony. It's just dressed up differently. We'll be okay."

Quinn's head turned slightly toward them. Jazz waved Lucas to silence, hoping that Quinn hadn't overheard them.

Bishop Christopher continued. "As your priests should have all informed you, we will soon be looking to make one great push against our Camarilla neighbours. Tonight we will lay down the plans for how this will be done, and when." A few vampires let out cheers and clapped. He smiled patiently and waited for them to stop before he went on. "But before business comes pleasure." A few more cheers, more raucous this time. "Before we concern ourselves with the war to come, I am happy to present to you a special guest in the city. A performer and artist of great renown among our kind, I trust she will rouse your desires and make you even more eager to fight our righteous battle." He half-turned, gesturing offstage to his left. "I give you ... Carina Zantosi of Clan Tzimicse."

Lucas leaned into Jazz again. "Just like the Camarilla," he whispered. "Performances and artwork."

A spattering of polite applause rippled across the hall. Onto the stage walked a woman - at least Jazz assumed it was a woman - wearing a red skintight catsuit and stiletto heels. Her face was beautiful in an alien, uncanny way, with high, slanting cheekbones and slanting, catlike eyes. Her small, heart-shaped lips were painted as red as her catsuit, and her blonde hair fell in a long stripe down the centre of an otherwise hairless head. The catsuit accentuated her figure strangely; her waist seemed impossibly tiny below a wide ribcage and small, pointed breasts and above flaring hips and incredibly long legs. In her long-fingered hands she held a silver chain. The other end was attached to a leather collar being worn by a man who she led onto the stage behind her. He was naked, trembling and quite clearly mortal.

Another vampire came on behind her, pulling an X-frame on wheels. He set it up in the centre of the stage, applied the brakes so that it would stay still, and left. Magnus gave a dark chuckle. "This is about to get interesting," he remarked. Cat shushed him.

Someone somewhere pressed a button, and soft classical music began to play on hidden speakers. Carina paraded the man around the stage, letting everyone get a good look at him. He was covered in bruises and small cuts. Then she pushed him with one hand on his chest, backing him up onto the X-frame. Slowly, theatrically, she bound his wrists and ankles, then removed the collar and chain. Lifting one hand, she gave his cheek a tender caress. The man looked at her with wide eyes leaking tears, and began to sob in terror.

Jazz shifted uncomfortably. She didn't want to watch whatever was about to happen. She looked down at her hands, clasped tightly in her lap.

Oh no you don't, the Voice piped up, and Jazz felt her gaze force its way up, back to the two figures on the stage. You signed up for this, now you can watch.

Angling herself so that she didn't block her audience's view, Carina began to push and stroke the man's chest with her fingers, from the centre of his breastbone outward. As she did this, his flesh seemed to ripple beneath her touch. The man flinched, then whimpered, and finally began to scream in pain as his skin and muscle parted beneath her seemingly gentle touch, revealing his ribcage and the organs beneath. Surprisingly little blood fell into the stage, but what did was enough to send its intoxicating scent out across the hall. The audience stirred as many of the vampires leaned forward, fidgeted and bared their fangs. 

Carina kept moving her fingers across the man's ribcage. She pulled and prodded at his exposed insides, and the ribcage abruptly split down the middle in a neat line. Carina teased and coaxed the ribs, somehow changing the shape of them, until they splayed out like bats' wings. She pressed and massaged his lungs, heart and other organs until they too were splayed out, hanging from the ribs like ornaments. Through all of this, the man remained awake and screaming.

Jazz watched, transfixed in horror, as the Tzimicse turned her attention to his abdomen, opening it up and spreading it out in much the same way as she had his chest. His legs were next, pulled open and spread out, the skin and flesh melded together down the centre, the bones reshaped to frame the edges. The shackles around his ankles simply fell away as the flesh and muscle was rearranged. Then his arms were similarly laid open, but these she left separate. Finally, she turned to his face.

Even from her seat, Jazz could see the agony and terror in the man's eyes as he looked at the Tzimicse, begging her without words to stop. She paid no attention. Instead she ran her fingers over his lips, and his mouth sealed shut. She pulled at the sides of his neck and massaged the skin down to meet his shoulders. She ran her fingers over his work in a manner similar to a harpist plucking the strings of their instrument, and a thin layer of skin was coaxed over his bones and organs, sealing them in but leaving them on display.

The room was in rapt silence as she finally undid the straps at the man's wrists. Though he was hardly a 'man' any more. Quietly, through the skin that covered his mouth, he could be heard whimpering and moaning. She pulled him down by his wrists, turning him and displaying him for all to see. She had made him almost as thin as fabric, his organs flattened and restrained but somehow still able to function. His entire lower body had disappeared into a sheet of flesh that flared slightly at the bottom.  She twisted it around her and draped it over her back, using his still-whole hands like a clasp at her throat, pressing and contorting the fingers to hold onto each other. She lifted her hands behind her head and massaged the flesh and bone of the man's skull, putting her back to the audience so they got an unimpeded view of the agony in his eyes - still streaming with tears - as his skull was moulded into a high, stiff collar. Then - finally - she stretched her arms out, indicating that she was done.

With her back to the audience, they could all see the full extent of her 'art'. The man had been moulded into a living cape, his organs on display beneath the thin layer of flesh that protected them. His heart could be seen, beating rapidly; his lungs heaved in and out in their confined space. Between the organs and around the bones that held the cloak's shape, his blood swirled through veins and arteries that had been flattened and widened in a grotesque tapestry. The music faded out, and for a few long seconds all that could be heard in the room was the man's muffled cries of pain and horror.

Then someone began to clap, and like wildfire the entire audience was on their feet, cheering and howling, clapping and stamping. Carina turned to face them and bowed, her heart-shaped lips curving up in a small smile. Bishop Christopher came onstage to shake her hand and congratulate her before getting a close-up look at what she had done. 

Jazz and Lucas remained seated as the pack rose up around them. Jazz had one hand pressed over her mouth, and Lucas was staring with wide, horrified eyes at the stage, which mercifully was now blocked by all the standing people in front of them. Jazz saw Quinn look round at them, a sly smile twisting her lips before she looked back to the stage.

When Jazz felt she could speak again without throwing up, she looked at Lucas. "Do the Camarilla do that?" she asked.

Lucas shook his head, too shocked to look embarrassed or ashamed. He opened his mouth to reply, then closed it and shook his head again.

This is what you signed up for, honey. What's the matter? Not to your taste? 

"Holy shit," Jazz muttered. "Oh God ... holy shit."

The rest of the night passed in an indistinct blur for Jazz. There was a lot of talking, shouting, cheering, howling and stamping. At some point she heard a few names mentioned that she recognised from the few times Lucas had spoken about the Camarilla court. Toward the end of the night a dozen people were led in, all with their wrists tied. One by one, their ankles were bound with long ropes which were thrown up over the chandeliers, and they were hoisted up into the air to hang upside down. Vampires would wander up to them and bite them wherever they wished, and slowly they were each drained dry. Quinn was called up to the stage along with the other pack priests, and each of them pledged loyalty to the Bishop, the Sabbat, and they 'Cause'. 

Finally, the night was over. Bishop Christopher sent them all back to their havens. Jazz let herself be led back to the warehouse, her ears ringing with the shouts and laughter of the pack as they discussed the evening and relived their favourite parts. She felt distant and ethereal ... like she wasn't really there.

Oh, you're here alright, the Voice reminded her. You're here and you're in it up to your neck. Just wait and see what tomorrow brings.

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“Why are you whispering?” taakitz???

“Taako, I really don’t know about this,” Kraviz whispers for the fifteenth time. “If we get arrested for trespassing-”

“Why are you whispering? Are you afraid they’ve got security around here still?” Taako laughs. They thread their way through the twisting back halls from the secret entrance Taako found and burst into the mall proper. It’s been closed for ten years and slated for demolition for at least four, and it’s eerily quiet except for the steady drip of water that seems to come from deep within the walls around them. Taako shouts in delight, and it echoes from far away, and Kravitz has a sinking feeling about how all this will end.

Here’s the thing. Kravitz is not into urban exploration the way Taako is. Kravitz is only into Taako, and unfortunately for his dumb gay ass, this is the only time they ever get to hang out alone anymore. It’s nice to have a lot of friends when you don’t have a crush, but having to avoid gazing at Taako longingly when his sister and the others are around is like reading a book upside down while doing jumping jacks, and it’s getting hard to thread that particular needle.

Thing is, Kravitz has been in love with Taako for a long time, but he only just realized it this summer, and that’s made everything weird and strange and tense. But he can’t let Taako know. If he loses this friendship, he loses everything, and he doesn’t know how he can go back to college in the fall with a heart that broken.

So he’s doing dumb shit with Taako even though he knows it’s a bad idea. He can’t say no to Taako. Taako could even ask him to murder a guy and he’d consider it.

They move from the squishy carpeted area, and they crunch over broken glass and chunks of ceiling tiles, Taako recording with his phone and whooping with delight. There’s a weird sound in the air Kravitz doesn’t recognize at first--it almost reminds him of an alarm, or maybe a celestial hum of some avenging retail ghost that never got laid to rest, but the closer they get to the center of the enormous mall, the louder the sound gets.

“Frogs!” Taako crows in delight. “There are frogs in the old fountain!!”

There are also frogs in the defunct elevator, reedy weeds growing strong, a large hole in the ceiling shining sunlight down on them.

“Fuck, this is so cool, Krav. This is so fucking cool.”

“Yeah, cool,” Kravitz mumbles, kind of unnerved. The frogs quiet as they get close, but there’s still that sound ringing in his ears, and he wonders how the little guys got this far into the mall. Did they come in through the hole in the roof? Did they hop down the back halls like they did? Did someone bring them here? Did they spawn, fully formed, to symbolize the takeover of capitalism and the inevitable death of a society obsessed with appearances?

He wishes it wouldn’t be weird to hold Taako’s hand like they used to when they were kids.

Taako explores and Kravitz follows, noting what used to be a Hot Topic or an Auntie Anne’s or a Bath and Bodyworks, and even some older shops Kravitz has only ever heard of because of Taako’s obsession with all this. It is honestly kind of cool to listen to him going off about something he loves, but he wishes he didn’t have to be in this creepy ass video game level of an environment to experience it. He wishes Taako would sleep over at his house anymore. He wishes they could talk and talk and talk into the evening like they used to.

He wishes things weren’t so weird between them. But ever since Kravitz went away to college, nothing seemed to be the same.

Especially when Taako started dating.

The escalator rises before them, divine and damned in its disrepair, all the glass shattered and thickly layered on the extinct stairs. Taako’s eyes widen, and Kravitz’s heart sinks.

“We really shouldn’t...”

“But won’t you regret not going up there and seeing it??” Taako grabs his hand and pulls him in that direction, and Kravitz is too distracted by choking on the heart that leapt into his throat to continue protesting. They carefully crunch up to the heavens, and the frogs restart their chorus beneath them. Light streams down from the fragmented ceiling, and Taako’s face is glowing in his excitement. Kravitz could kiss him. He won’t.

The stairs feel unsteady beneath them, but they hold, and they walk carefully on the sturdiest part of the floor as they continue exploring the upstairs. Kravitz expects to see specters, expects them to fall through the floor, expects the worst and then some, but Taako doesn’t let go of his hand, so he doesn’t say a word. He hopes the chill humidity of the rotting mall excuses how fucking clammy his hands are.

They come to the middle and behold the whole mall and its bizarre sculptures from above, a haunting rendition of the symphony of commerce it used to be, and still they’re holding hands, and Kravitz squeezes Taako’s, not because he wants to draw attention to it, but because he kind of gets it, now.

“It is sort of beautiful, in a freaky way.”

“Yeah,” Taako says softly, smiling.

After a long moment, they move on, Taako moving a bit ahead and testing out the more delicate parts of the floor and laughing.

“You should be more-”

Part of the floor gives way, gravity grabbing Taako’s ankle and sucking him down, and he helps and yanks on Kravitz’s hand. Kravitz gasps and pulls, and Taako staggers back, nearly tipping over the edge, no longer barred by glass. Kravitz pulls him again, terrified, and Taako falls into his arms, eyes wide and heart pounding so loud Kravitz can feel it.

“Holy fuck, are you okay?”

“You saved me??” Taako breathes, and in more heart-pounding news, kisses Kravitz right on the lips.

It’s a wonder Kravitz doesn’t pass out. He kisses back instead.

“Taako-” he doesn't know what to do with his hands, what to say. “Taako, are you okay??”

“I think-” Taako stares at him. “I think maybe we should go home.”

“For sure, but- Taako-”

“Yeah?” Taako looks shaken and pale and excited and terrified. Like he’s afraid Kravitz didn’t want the kiss. Like he’s afraid he’s ruined everything. Kravitz seriously feels lightheaded, realizing, understanding.

“Can we do that again?”

[gisellelx]

Walls (new Cien Años short)

Walls Ashland, WI November, 2020

To live with Esme Platt Cullen was to live in a carefully ordered chaos. 

In more stable times, and in more stable homes, this chaos had been the chaos of their children, now six-almost-seven of them. Emmett and Jasper, enjoying a boisterous playfight. Rosalie and Edward snipping at each other in that odd way they did that was one part love, one part self-hatred, a third part disdain. Renesmee, when she had been younger, trying everyone’s patience and most of all her parents’. The way the house would eventually rise to a fever pitch like a thrumming beehive and Carlisle would eventually retreat to his study, simultaneously craving solitude and also intensely grateful that, these days, solitude was so hard to come by. Eventually, his wife would come find him, standing next to his chair and raking her hands through his hair as she pulled his head to her bosom. 

Solitude was, unfortunately, easier to find these days. With the children in Europe and the two of them alone in the house which seemed strangely too large without the omniscience of Edward’s gift, quiet was their constant companion. 

And the chaos now was different. Instead of the raucousness of their large family, this was the chaos of sawdust and century-old plaster, warped floorboards with haphazard nails—nails which couldn’t hurt either of them, of course, but which still seemed to appear out of the ether in places Carlisle could’ve sworn they hadn’t existed twelve hours ago. 

He’d retreated to their bedroom, or what was left of it. His body remembered the route more than his mind did, up the staircase and to the right, through the second doorway.  The footprint was still here; wall studs turned a deep brown with age and striped with the pattern of the lath boards which had been removed and carefully stacked in a corner. Esme had told him that he wasn’t to touch them; she’d salvage what she could. 

The house needed new systems. It had been built with only the most nascent plumbing, and while he’d run electricity, it was the electricity which had been able to be run at the time;; not what was standard now. Esme would restore it to its mid nineteenth century glory in the end, but first it needed bringing into the twenty-first. For now there were no walls, just outlines of where walls had once been, with bright-yellow conduit dangling like vine, and red and blue flexible plumbing snaking its way to what once had been and soon would be again the kitchen and bathrooms, making the house look like the anatomy textbooks Carlisle was more used to. Blue veins, red arteries. It made sense to him to think of the house like a body—helped him make sense of, and honor, his wife’s diligent work. 

Esme was on the roof when he arrived home and slid into the remains of their bedroom, shedding his briefcase, his pea coat, and his white doctor’s coat as he passed the foyer, the coat closet, and the hamper, respectively. She understood and honored his desire to live as humanly as possible, and so she had warned him that the roof was coming off for a few days while she brought the trusses up to twenty-first century building code. But that hadn’t happened yet, and for now, there was still this ghost of the structure of the home he had bought, when his only identity had been “sire” and sometimes, if he dared to think it, and Edward had allowed him, “father.” And so he stripped down to his scrubs in this odd shell of a home, and sat, cross-legged, on the floor of the furniture-less bedroom. The sound from above him was rhythmic as his wife worked through the existing structure. First the scraping of the wrecking bar, then the quiet ping of the nail releasing from the roof, then the resounding thwap of the shingle hitting the ground two floors below. 

Scrape. Scrape. Ping. Thwap. The repetition was meditative, and he allowed himself to get lost in it. He was so deep in his own thoughts that he missed the cessation of sound on the roof, the quiet sounds of tools being put carefully back into place, the opening and closing of closet doors in what was left of the frame of the house. 

He finally became aware when he heard the thunk of the tool belt in the foyer, the toeing off of the unnecessary work boots. The soft padding of socked feet on the bare, stripped staircase. A moment later, the light shading through the patchwork of lath which awaited replacement revealed a feminine silhouette, arms crossed as she regarded him coolly.  

“How much longer do we get to keep the roof?” he asked.

“I should have it off by tomorrow midday. I timed it with your long shift.” The socked feet padded across the room and then she, too, had dropped into a cross-legged posture behind him, and then her lips were at the base of his neck. “That is, if you don’t distract me too much while you’re home, Dr. Cullen.” 

He smirked a little. “Far be it for me to separate you from a demolition.” 

She laughed her clear laughter, and he twisted a little so that their lips could meet. They kissed for several seconds, the gentle, familiar kiss of the long-married, her hand finding its way to his hip. 

“You’ve had a bad day,” she said when their lips parted. It wasn’t a question.

He nodded. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Not particularly.” He looked toward the ceiling, or what once had been the ceiling. It was now, like everything else, bare beams, the odd mixture of new and very old, and he could see to the roof, where the removal of the shingles had exposed the places where the old roof boards had shrunk away from one another, letting in little slivers of daylight. 

“I’m looking forward to furniture,” he admitted. “How far in the future is that?” 

She laughed again. “I’ll get you some for Christmas. In the meantime…” She patted her thigh and, almost without thinking, he lay down, putting his head in her lap. In the same instant, her hands were in his hair, her fingertips against his scalp as she combed through it.

It had taken decades, this part of their relationship. He had been used to fending for himself, convincing himself that he was invincible. And Edward, as glorious as he had been, had only made this aspect worse, as every day, Carlisle had tried even harder to be Edward’s rock. And so when Esme had joined them, it had taken him years to admit to even the slightest crack, and even longer to reach this utter surrender.

He closed his eyes, letting his senses be overcome by the feeling of fingers in his hair, the sound of breath, rolling in and out, the cinnamon-lilac-honey of his wife’s scent—one part his own, one part her own perfect unique essence. 

“There were eleven today,” he muttered finally, not opening his eyes. One of the worst days yet. They’d moved because of the surge here, and he had steeled himself for it. Nothing he’d faced in the states held a candle to Italy, not even this, but the comparison didn’t make it any easier. Sometimes, he’d walked out of the room; let a nurse in full protective equipment, looking like an astronaut hold a phone in a gloved hand as family members on FaceTime looked on while their parent or grandparent slipped away from life. Other times, he stayed; he was the one to hold the phone, to flick the ventilator to the OFF position, to witness the deep, rattling, final breaths. 

His wife sighed sadly. “Eleven is so many, Carlisle.” 

He nodded. “Eleven is too many. One is too many. This whole year is too many.” One by one, the same progression, over and over. Ctyokine. Hypoxia. Multisystem organ failure. The same sequence, the same dread, the same point of no return. And if he thought too long or too hard, he could recall each and every face. 

Carlisle squeezed his eyes closed as the fingers made their way back into his hair. One hand in his hair made its way to his back, the other to his arm. He let his body go slack as he let the day’s pain slip away into her hands.

“Thank you,” he breathed several minutes later.  

“Thank you for letting me in,” his wife answered, bending deeply and pressing her lips to his again. 

He chuckled. “Well, it’s hard to keep you out when we don’t have any walls.” 

Carlisle felt, more than heard, Esme’s answering laughter. It was a tiny cough of a laugh, small against the all the world was throwing at them. 

But, he realized as he allowed himself to rest, it was also just enough.