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Bloomingdale Police Department Misses Chance To Arrest Local Pyromaniac PART I

Bloomingdale Police Department Misses Chance To Arrest Local Pyromaniac PART I 2

One summer a few years ago I was in my bedroom working on my computer when I noticed smoke and flames emanating from my living room gas (floor) heater. My web camera cam was running, situated in a position in which it continued taking photos / video stream of the exact area surrounding my front door which I naively left open at that particular time.

I ran quickly out from my apartment attempting to save my own life prior to uncontrollable escalation of flames and gas explosion. I ran across the street calling the police from the liquor store reporting the incident.

Two police cars initially responded to my call for help. The two officers having arrived at my house, asked a man present, and, acting as if he was attempting to arrest the fire/flames in the basement, whether the fire was completely out. The man responded “yes,” moving aside in my backyard standing there watching what might happen next.

By now there were several police cars, two large fire trucks and a CDC/State Chemical truck surrounding my driveway present. Several officers were attempting to inspect the first floor and basement to ensure the fire was out and no more a threat.

Several men proceeded to my basement area to confirm what this man told them “the fire was out.” I also wanted to be certain the fire was out and presenting no danger to my upstairs neighbors who were still sleeping at the time and still in the house on the second floor. Additionally, I was extremely concerned about a sizable explosion erupting from the basement gas pipes in which fire seemed to be originally targeted. I also had hundreds of books, very flameable in the basement as many persons knew, including the Passaic County HUD Building Inspector coming yearly to inspect for HUD.

Upon entering the basement, the two police officers immediately ran out from the basement saying loudly, this fire is not out to the man wh had told them it was still present in the yard. They said, “you could of killed us...why did you tell us the fire was out, it isn’t out at all!” The police then called him some demeaning name, such as “fool.”

They asked the fireman present to inspect the entire house and this time be certain the fire was out completely. There was a myriad of poison fumes also present in my house. The CDC officer told me it would be weeks before anyone could return to the house because of the fumes when I asked him when I could go back into my house. The officer also told me the paint was laden with asbestos and lead as well. This led me to request the Bloomingdale Building inspector test for the cancer causing chemicals as written in my previous article.

I gave my statement to the police officer in Bloomingdale as what happened. I told the local police a long haired white man looking like a bum with torn jeans and messy straight hair, the same man telling them the fire was out, entered my apartment deliberatly setting this fire. I told them I accidentally captured this taking place and possess this evidence on my computer cam corder before the fire started showing him clearly entering my front door. He had set my house on fire purposely. The police blamed it on me and my so-called psychological illness forcing me the next day to be committed into Saint Mary’s Hospital, the psychiatric unit. Mr. Angel Roman (the Executive Director of Passaic County Housing Authority NJ-HUD), called the hospital to take me away from my house and into the unit. I had no choice but to remain there for a period of three weeks. Mr. Roman still blames me for starting the fire and at times brings it up when I speak to him in Paterson, NJ at my yearly HUD rental reviews.

The suggestion that I, Jill Starr, would light my own house on fire because of illness is absolutely slanderous, libelous and an utterly outrageous claim! Kim Sandlacak, my landlord was also present the day they took me illegally to St. Mary’s hospital. Even though St. Mary’s called my many doctors, including my own psychiatrist which I had seen the night immediately prior the day the fire was set, and all my doctors said I was mentally fine, the hospital refused releasing me.

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Bloomingdale Police Department Misses Chance To Arrest Local Pyromaniac PART II 2 Stars 0 Comments Delicious Digg Facebook Reddit Stumble Upon Technorati Mixx Sphinn Twitter SphereIt Propeller Gmarks Newsvine Yahoo! My Web Live Journal Blinklist E-mail Share Trash Duplicate story Spam Inaccurate Plagiarized Profane Jill Starr , bloomingdale: Feb 7 2009 United States :

The local police will tell you that I had a towel covering the top of my heater in the living room; this is true. HOWEVER, IT HAD BEEN THERE FOR ONE WEEK TOTALLY WITHOUT INCIDENT. I HAD SHUT OFF THE MAIN VALVE TO THE GAS AND I ALSO SHUT OFF THE MAIN PILOT LIGHT BECAUSE I WAS WELL AWARE OF SUCH DANGERS. I DID NOT CAUSE THIS FIRE.

Anyway, a few months back 2009 several Mexican friends caught a man fitting the same description setting garbage on fire in the Butler NJ street several times. I heard that this man was not arrested in Butler either. My friends reported to Butler police that he set Jill Starr’s house on fire and I have a photo of him (I did).

Another police blunder which could still threaten the community since the man was never arrested and tried.

J Starr

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BEFORE THE FIRE I HAD NUMEROUS INCIDENTS OF GAS LEAKS EMANATING FRM MY STOVE

Before the fire was set, I had called PSE&G many times throughout the week prio because they just could NOT seem to find my mysterious gas leaks from my stove! --

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How I found Bones Buried in My Backyard & Bloomingdale N.J. Police Would Not Investigate & Put Me in Mental Hospital Again

I acquired a 107 Grade Point Average in Human Biology (Lecture and Lab in College, taking course in both forensic science and anthropology at William Paterson College in New Jersey (making high grades in both).

I was outside a few summers back gardening in my backyard in Bloomingdale, NJ when I came across a whole lot of bones of some sort buried under the tree and all over under the grass in my backyard.

So to inquire more, I got a shovel and started pulling the bones of some mammal out of the dirt (they remain here for proof) of this story.

I called the local police to report this having already lined up some of the many bones lined on a paper towel here after rinsing them in water.

When the local Bloomingdale Police arrived on the scene as usual they threatened me saying, they refused to investigate this and told me I was ” going to be committed into the local Chilton Mental Hospital” again, and I had no choice but to go into the ambulance...Their reason was because, “I was neither allowed to dig nor report bones in my backyard to them.”

They said if I ever dig in my yard again they’d send me back to the local mental hospital.

I originally noticed bones by the large tree buried gardening many years back here.

How I found Bones Buried in My Backyard & Bloomingdale N.J. Police Would Not Investigate & Put Me in Mental Hospital Again

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The reason I don't open my camera during classes, is not because i am shy, hell no, but it's because i canNOT. SIT. STILL. LITERALLY I CAN'T JUST SIT THERE FOR 5 HOURS NON STOP NOT DOING ANYTHING EXCEPT STARING AT A SCREEN I'M-

#I'M IN PAIN #CAN TEACHERS JUST #NOT FORCE US TO OPEN CAMS FOR THE ENTIRE PERIOD??#JSJSJSHSJHS #marita's senior year shenanigans

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seeds-and-sins · 5 years ago

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On the Fly

Pairing: Homelander / Reader

Rating: T (Language, lots of bad language)

Description: You are a loud mouth New York cop that doesn't give two shits what anybody else thinks. Homelander is the hero of America, the stars and stripes of justice. The fans ship you two together so bad, and it was all your fault. If only you had kept your mouth shut.

It was such a cheesy, stupid idea that the Vought marketing team had developed. One single interaction between Homelander and some tiny, pathetic little officer goes viral, and all the fans want more of it, ALL of the fans. You were just doing your duty that day, Homelander and Queen Maeve intervened when your partner and you were about to lead a huge drug raid that had been planned for months. You, always having been the more forward one, approached Homelander, when she just so happened to be addressing the news about the incident.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" His eyebrows rose up at the sight of you, a fleshbag at most, badgering him. Your hair was loose, the NYPD vest fastened tightly on your torso, toned biceps flashing, gun at your side, he was absolutely confused at first. No officer just straight up approached him unless they wanted an autograph, or a handshake. You wanted neither. And you were so angry, your New Yorker accent was shooting out of from your lips without restraint.

"Excuse me?" He then snorted, reminding himself that you were both being watched.

"This was my raid, not yours, you don't just come fucking barging in without notice. We had planned this for months."

"And I understand that, um..." He forced a smile, although he really wanted to just break your neck. No one had ever had the gull to speak to him that way. "You are the real heroes."

"Oh, like that fucking shit is going to cut it, huh?" You pushed Homelander, although it was almost like pushing a wall, you did it anyways. Everyone around you both made a resounding gasp, even some of the emergency services crew members in the backdrop paused what they were doing. "Listen buster, I trained for this shit show, and what did you do? You were born with the power to fucking fly and shoot lasers from your eyes? Big fucking whoop!" Homelander's jaw went taut and he sighed agitation.

"And don't you know who you are talking to? I saved your lives and made your jobs easier." You crossed your arms, lip pouting out.

"I didn't become a cop so that you could make it easy for me. I knew what I signed up for. Next time, mind your own shit! I will keep you on stand by."

"Next time, I will still do what heroes always do." He stated firmly between clenched teeth, then bowed down closer to you, perhaps in an attempt to intimidate you, but to his surprise you didn't even flinch. You came straight forward, faces an inch from eachother as you kept a hard eye contact.

"You fucking come into my establishment again, I will have your ass." You growled, fists at her sides.

"And we'll see how well that goes for you, officer." He snarled right back, then you were storming off. Even though you truly wanted to be the last one standing, you had work to do.

The next day you did the usual routine. You went on your six miler, hit the weights at the gym, and then got ready for the day. You didn't think anything of it, got your coffee, grabbed a whole of the daily paper and walked to work in uniform. As soon as you showed up to the department, it was a shit storm. People were flying back and forth, colleagues of yours sent you stares without replying to your greetings, the whole place was in disarray. Then you saw him, and your blood only boiled more, he was standing with the commissioner and several unfamiliar faces. When the commissioner saw you, his entire expression lit up in that face you knew all too well, the 'I am trying to hide how pissed I am so I will smile' face.

"Officer (L/N)! Come over here!" He exclaimed with feigned excitement, he scurried the lit of you into his office, where you took your usual seat. You had been here before, you weren't usually very good at following the rules as it was. This blonde woman took the seat beside you, two others standing behind her with clipboards. She had this eerie grin on her face, not much different from Homelander's.

"Officer (L/N), its a pleasure to meet you." She held her hand out, you didn't accept it and tilted your head towards your boss.

"What the fuck is going on?" As the woman retrieved her hand, the red head behind her replied in an all too chirpy tone.

"The fans love you! They want you in a team up with Homelander." She explained, you rolled your eyes and then stood with a sigh.

"This is a joke. I am not doing it."

"You have no choice, (Y/N)." Your boss said and he said it all too sternly, surely he would have your badge if you disagreed.

"I don't believe this, why me? Huh? Because I said what everybody else was thinking?!"

"Here are some of what the fans have been saying." The other one handed her clipboard to you, the blonde still staring in silence with that polite and cringy smile. You squinted as you read over the list of comments, particular on the viral video between Homelander and you.

"Aww, they are like an old married couple?!" You read aloud, "What the fuck?!" Then down to the next one. "Why don't they just get a room?! Team up?! What the fuckety fuck?!"

"It appears the two of you have had some chemistry, I suppose." The blonde finally spoke coolly, you then raised your glare to Homelander.

"Do you think we have chemistry? Huh? 'Cause I think you are just a fucked up, flying monkey asshole."

"(Y/N)!" Your boss chastised, you crossed your arms with a sigh.

"Whatever, lets just get this over with. People will get sick of it eventually."

"Perfect, we will have the cameras on you, as soon as within the hour." Your jaw dropped, and you wanted to speak in protest, but the words wouldn't leave your lips. As everyone left the room, Homelander was the lsst one to tap your mouth shut, he grinned.

"You're a celebrity now, (Y/N). Get used to it." You thought you could, but it was so much work trying to ride this out. The cameras followed you for weeks, allowing Vought to post short videos of your encounters with Homelander. Homelander replaced your partner for that period of time, which only drifted your friend and you further apart. The short videos became so popular, soon the two of you had your own TV show every night at nine. It was originally called Justice.

"Do you think we could film your workout routine, (Y/N)?" Vought was insufferable in their addiction for the show, it had gotten a lot of publicity and was a number one hit for the industry. Homelander accompanied you on bank robberies, house calls, domestic disturbances, etc. Meanwhile, the both of you disagreed over everything and the banter only made the two of you more popular. Vought started making t-shirts and memorabilia that selled like crazy. The two of you posing, your playful remarks, and almost all of the words that left your mouth:

Flying Monkey Motherfucker!

It was like a fucking hillbilly porno!

Go fuck yourself with some bullets!

Listen, I have bigger balls than this two bit motherfucking laser machine!

That was when the true name of the show was born:

"Yeah, like you think I am going to be like you, fucking on the fly-"

"That's it!" One of the producers shouted from behind the cameras. Homelander and you glared at him, annoyed that anybody would interrupt the very imoortant argument you both were having. From that point on the show was named 'On the Fly', it ran like crazy, and despite its popularity, Homelander and you still hated each other's guts. The fans expected the picture portrait chemistry off screen, and neither of you really understood what they meant. Until Season 8, that is...

"There's about twenty of them." Homelander stated, as he eyed the side of the warehouse.

"Perfect! Half and half." You cocked your guns and the both of you started towards the double doors, leading in through the back. There was a body cam on you, one on Homelander, and a cameraman, one of several as some of them had been 'accidentally' into the mix of shoots and dangerous fights.

"Last time you said that, you killed one of my guys." Homelander stated, pointing a finger at you in warning not to make the same mistake again.

"We'll just separate everyone as we go, okay?" You stood back as Homelander kicked the chained doors open, the shots started firing almost instantly. One thing Homelander could respect you for was that you kept up very nicely, for a meatbag that was. You were fit and vigilant and would have made a fantastic hero, if you had powers.

Homelander grabbed you by the back collar of your vest, tossing you gently up to a catwalk that crossed the warehouse, where you easily shot at four of the criminals. Homelander skillfully did his work, lasers flying around, punching threw chest and throwing people out of the roof. You both finally came to the last guy, he was unarmed. You were out of ammo and mags. You holstered your gun and grinned at him.

"Is this one mine?"

"Sure is," Homelander cringed a bit, the guy was bit and hefty, twice your size. "Unless you want me to handle this one." The man's eyes widened and he shook his head, then raised his fists toward her.

"Nope, I got it." As always, you struggled fighting against the bigger ones, but you always caught up. Homelander stood off to the side, herring you on even as you got your face punched or as you were thrown against a storage container.

"Keep going, (Y/N)! Just shout if you need help." He would mock, arms crossed, that one camera man looking in in horror. Finally you grabbed the back of the guy's head and drilled your knee into his face, he dropped to the side unconscious. Breathing heavily, bloodied face, fists clenched and sweating pooling off your skin, you kicked him one last time. You nearly fell back if Homelander hadn't been there to prop a firm hand against the middle of your back. "I knew it." He grinned, wiping a hand across the bruise on your cheek. "I could have done better, but..."

"Oh, fuck you, you pile of heroic shit." The both of you started to walk side by side back out of the front, where several cameras waited and the camera crew stood to finish the episode. You both turned to eachother and stared, you placed your hands on your hips.

"Not too bad, supershitter." You said with a huff after finally catching your breath.

"You too, officer, you too." But it felt dull, something was off, the air was thick and the wind was a bit too breezy for your taste.

"Cut!" The director came forward from the crowd, smiling with that off smile, he could feel it too. "We are going to run this ending again. Why don't you guys kiss, or something?"

"What?!" You narrowed your eyes on the director, that was where you drew the line.

"No. Not happening." Homelander chuckled, like it was some joke. You didn't know why his denial offended you right then and there, but it did.

"What am I not pretty enough for you? Fucking jerk." The director slowly started to back peddle, gesturing to the cameras to start rolling again. Homelander held his palms up in surrender and shrugged.

"You have blood and shit all over your face, why would I want to kiss you?"

"Oh, so if I didn't have shit on my face, you would do it?" You saw Homelander hesitate for a moment before returning to that same confident swagger of his.

"No, I never said that."

"Well, then what the fuck is the problem?! Why wouldn't you kiss me? Hmm?"

"Why does it bother you so much?" He jested, hands now on his hips and he stepped closer. He had to tilt his gaze down to consider your tinier self.

"Why does it bother you that it bothers me?" His eyebrows furrowed to contest.

"It doesn't bother me." He spat, you crossed your arms and smirked evilly, only really wanting the last word. It didn't matter if he kissed you, or not, right?

"I think it does. I think you are lying." You teased.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because if it didn't bother you, you would just kiss me and get this shit over with."

"Fine." You didn't expect him to just go with it, your eyes widened as you stared up at him, hands dropping to your sides. Then you shook your head, pulling yourself back into thst glare.

"Fine, then." And you both leaned into each other, tight lips pressing together, and you hated yourself but you enjoyed the contact more than you'd like to admit. Everything was quiet, so quiet a pin could drop on the asphalt and everyone would be able to hear it. You gasped when Homelander's hands snaked around your waist, and your own hands found his biceps for support as you were slightly lifted off the ground. The gasp opened your lips and Homelander's tongue slid through and the kiss deepened as your mouths opened up and fought for dominance. Homelander held you tighter as he then ascended thousands of feet up into the sky. You gripped him harder and cried out, cheek pressing to his, now too high up for the cameras to find you.

"Hom-John, what the fuck, man?! Put us down!"

"Shut up." And he kissed you again, then soaring you both through the sky towards a destination unknown. You were so lost in the kiss at that point, that it didn't matter where you were going. This was the last thing you expected to happen, ever, in a million years. But you weren't going to complain...

Meanwhile, the camera crew and director stood down below in shocked silence. The silence was soon broken by the director's words:

"That was absolutely fucking perfect! Cut scene!"

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sparrowwritesforobeyme · 5 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet x Diavolos Dad

@fellulahh started a movement, which I fondly call “the devil daddy stan-squad”

It is very inspiring!

So to support this great developement...have some NSFW-Alphabet promts for Dias father.

(Since he is not an actual character in the game (yet!) none of this is remotely canon!I wish....hahah)

A-ftercare

This mass of a man is not used to real affection. He never took a real interest in anybody, neither did he have the time for that.

It actually takes him a while to open up, but even after he feels more comfortable with the relationship, his way of showing affection is more subtle.

For instance he will pull you into him in order to “straighten up the sheets” on your side of the bed. You can be sure that he will just not let you go again.

B-ody

Like his son, this man is huge.

The Demon King takes pride in his impressive height. He loves the way he tower over his lover wherever they go, but also in bed.

You could say that he has a decent size kink!

The thing he lovey about his lover would be their hips and butt.

I headcanon that he is a booty fan! Small booty, big booty, he approves!

You can be sure that his hands constantly leave prints on your deicate flesh from how hard he grabs you.

C-Cheesy

If you thinks that this man is all grim and moody...you are on the right path. He had an image to uphold!

But seriously...I believe that he has the ability to be Cheesy, at least with his lover.

Diavolo probably inherited it from his dad!

But his goofy side will not show during the act itself. Sometimes he´ll tease you during foreplay, but this man prefers passion over goofyness in bed.

D-irty Secret

Is this man the ruler of a whole realm? YES!

Does he enjoy to have his lover ride him once in a while? Hell Yes!

Please give this man the right to watch his lover be on top of him once in a while!

E-xperience

The demon lord is almost as old as time itself, to be fair, he spent a big amount of it in a slumber...but he gained experience.

Demons are just not able to resist temptations!

The Demon King puts his experience to use with his lover, he has a lot of great ways to make you loose control in the sheets (and probably every other surface of the palast)

F-avourite Position

finding positions during sex is quite difficult for the two of you.

while his height has many advantages....sex isn´t one of them

you actually tried quite a few ones, but many tries ended not as expected

Positions like 69 will simply not work out for the two of you

He actually went to the human work in secret and got a book for sex positions to find something that suits the two of you. He´´ll never admit it openly and you can´t deny that it did something to you when you caught him being engrossed in a book about “human mating” (it probably was a porno magazine..this man has no clue of human media), while sitting at his table, looking all serious.

If he feels more emotional, he´d want to spoon you during sex or sprawl you out on the bed in front of him. Looking at you during the deed is the epitum of intimacy to him!

after a while you found many position that work out for you.

His favourite ones include bending you over a piece of furniture or having you ride him.

G-oofy

The only time he´ll break his serious stance in the bedroom is during foreplay

He´ll tease you A LOT

“Hmmm...so wet for me already...quite desperate my love”

“cat got your tongue? How unfortunate...I came up with one or two ideas how you could use it!”

H-air

The demons King strikes me as a rough type of handsome, but that does not mean that he just let´s everything grow wildly!

He always makes sure to groom his royal area to perfection.

Also he read about humans facination of the happy-trail...he makes sure to adapt

I-ntimacy

being intimate with the devil in person is quite a challenge sometimes.

He is very busy, but when he finds you, he´ll make sure to make up for it in any way you can imagine

Sex with the Demon King (he needs a name srsly) can be either extremely passionate or extremely intimate, this man does not make compromises!

One thing is clear...you are his Queen/Partner and he will make sure that you are satisfied, even if it means that he has to man up and share his deepest desires with you

J-ealos Sex?

you´re in an entanglement with a King...he knows that there is no one better than him, at first sight at least.

He might have a hard time to admit it to himself, but sometimes he wonders whether he is really capable of making you fully content, since he has so little knowdledge of the human world and it´s culture.

This adorable mass of a man spents his free time listening to you or reading human-literature in order to fully grasp what humanity is about.

So if you actually went to the human world and there was a person that connected with you or talked about some human thing he is not able to understand just yet...he will get jealous.

How cam a peasant believe they can just walk up to the queen of devildome and pretent to be better than the King himself!

He absolutely will show you that he understands you and your body better than anybody else, when you get home,( or in a secluded area nearby)

K-ink

like already mentioned he loves the size difference. It does not matter whether you are tall or short, in comparision you are tiny, also you should not forget that he can influence his human form and he may or may not make sure that he hovers over you at all times.

Demons have their own way of showing affection to their chosen one, one these ways is marking their partner

The Demon King would proudly show off his partner plus lovebites he left on them.

If his partner is a female the next stage for him would be breeding. I can see him getting exited by the thought of seeing his woman swelling with his son growing inside of her, showing the world that she is his.

L-ocation

What use does a palace have if you can´t use it?

He´ll want to sleep with his partner in any place they can imagine, but his favourite places, would be either his throne (serious powerplay...just imagine you riding him, while he sits on his massive throne) or your shared bed (because he knows that you´re most comfortable this way)

M-otivation

Many things get the King going, but his absolutely biggest trigger is you being the Partner/Queen you are.

Seeing you tending to Devildomes Subjects with love and care will make him want to sweep you off of your feet and carry you to your shared bedroom.

Another thing that gets him going is praise. When you call him “my King”, “Your majesty” or simply “love”....you are in for a ride

N-O

What he absolutely would not do is having a threesome with anybody, especially not Diavolo!

Another thing he´d not even want to try is BDSM on him or you. He can get a bit rough with you, but he is scared to hurt you too much if you tried implementing pain in your sex life.

His sadism is dangerous sometimes.

O-ral

He just adores the sounds you make when he goes down on you ang god---- he is skilled!

He likes receiving just as much as giving.

Watching you go down on him, clearly having a hard time taking all his glory in, will make him painfully hard in your mouth.

P-ace

His pace depends on his mood and the situation that lead to sex.

If the two of you jokes around and indulged in a more playful kind of sex, he would be on the faster side, relishing in the lovely souns he can get out of you

If the two of you have a more passionate session, he would take his time and force every little bit of pleasure out of you.

Q-uicky

Due to the time issue Quickies are normal for the two of you, though he prefers to make you scream all night.

Usually Quickies re some sort of teaser to prepare you for whats going to happen this night.

Saying that it happened once or twice that a Quick Round activated his hunger, poor Diavolo( and Lucifer) had to take care of all the work, because the King himself had a meeting to attent

Of course they know his true intention and tbh it´s still hard for them to accept that their friend is now the partner of the Demon King himself, especially since they both showed an interest in you as well

R-efraction Period

a matter of minutes..demons have just more stamina than humans do.

But he will make sure to stop, when you can´t take it anymore!

S-ecret

He was aware of you way before he officially “awaked”

after a while he fell for you, only after that he decided to make a move and claim you as his

The Demon King was aware of his sons plans and watched it all unfold (not being happy at all) but you piqued his interest.

“A weak human making pacts with some of the strongest demons of Devildome?”

T-oys

The Demon is old-fashioned, he prefers to be the the thing giving his lover pleasure, not some damn piece of plastic

Also he is not advanced in technical knowledge, it was quite a shock to him to wake up to a modern devildome

U-nfair

BIG TEASE

it goes hand in hand with his powerplay-kink

the King just loves to see you loose your mind, almost begging for him. It does wonders for his ego!

V-olume

Entirely depends on the situation you guys are in

W-ild Card

Usually he just grunts or groans, but if you have a particularly passionate session, he´ll press orders to his theeth

“Shi- look at me! Don´t look away!”

“Tease me one more time and I´ll make sure you won´t walk for the rest of the week, lttle one”

He enjoys having you nearby at all times, even during work. Usually when he works you lay on a couch in his study and do shoolwork or read, etc

He´ll get moody if you can´t be there due to you having a life outside of the palace and friends.

He wouldn´t say it out loud, but he is slightly jealous that the demon brothers get to spent so much time with HIS Partner

X-Ray

Oh Boy...not saying numbers, but it takes some time to prepare you. This man does not only have big hands...

Y-earning

The Demon King can be needy behind closed doors

From the outside he appears cold....angry at best, but when you´re alone he yearns for his lovers affection.

He´s touch deprived, even if he´s had some...company in the past, it was never on a real intimate level.

This is completely new terrain for him, so he needs to learn how stop the intense craving for you

Z-zzz

He slept centuries...he needs no sleep

The King knows that you need your sleep and he makes sure you get enough, but as soon as you fall asleep after a rather long session of love-making, he impatiently waits for you to wake up, slowly falling asleep after pulling you close to him.

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #otome #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey diavolos dad

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growingingreenwood · 5 years ago

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So basically the reason I’m feeling so alone is because I’m nonbinary and I’m out to my friends and they’re really supportive and that’s really nice but I’m not out to my parents because they’re transphobic and lately I’ve just been really dysphoric and every time I hear them use my dead name or incorrect pronouns it just feels like a bullet in my side and I want so badly to be out to them so that I can get a binder and wear clothes that are comfortable for me and use my real name -🏳️‍🌈 (1/2)

another thing that’s bothering me is I’m out to my parents as a lesbian and I have lesbian pride stuff but what if nonbinary lesbian isn’t valid and I have to reinvent my identity? And I’m not out to my best friend because he’s super sheltered and only just recently started to learn that lgbtq+ isn’t bad and I know he’ll support me but I’m worried about losing his parents’ support because they’re like my second set of parents and I love them and I don’t want to have them disown me -🏳️‍🌈 (2/2So this is an add on to my 2 part (now three part) ask. I think my dad might actually be the only one of my parents that’s transphobic. I’m worried that I’m going to tear their marriage apart by being who I am (3/2) -🏳️‍🌈

--I tried to put in a read more link. Didnt work--

Hello my love, I want to firstly apologize for the late response to these questions. I was wary of trying to answer them on my own without any personal experience with this particular situation, because I know how important this situation is important to you. I had reached out to a friend with personal experience but have not heard back about their contribution. So I will answer with the info I have gathered in my psyc classes/ research I've done the past few days/ and helping friends through similar situations.

I am obviously, by no means an expert, and anybody is welcome to add their KIND, RESPECTFUL, SUPPORTIVE, and HELPFUL advice or stories as well.

I’ll start with your best friend:

When I came out as Asexual (I’m acutally Demi-sexual but I didn’t know that yet) to my best friend at the time, I started by sort of… expressing that I felt my current identity wasn’t fitting quite right for me. It felt like something was off with the way I was trying to live my life and be me, I just didn’t know what it was yet. I explained my feelings to her the best I could without applying labels (I was SOOOO stressed because she has a super high sexdrive and works at an adult toy store and all that so yeah)

So I explained to her that I just didn’t understand what books/songs/ and movies were referring to when they talked about this “sexual attraction you literally cannot resist) because the concept is literally absurd to me. She asked about all of my favriote celebreities and if I would have sex with them or not, and I told her that the thought for real disgusted me. I explained that I had literally never once at any random human and even thought about kissing them, or having them in my space in any romantic way at all.

A few days later I cam back to her and told her about some research that I had done, and that I had found something that I thought might fit me better. I brought a little quote somebody had written online about how they felt as an Asexual to help those who were questioning themselves help to figure it out. And I pointed out all the places we felt the same. I told her how much better it made me feel to have this label, this one that finally fit because it stopped the thoughts that there was something wrong with me.

Your best freinds is new to the community, so maybe start by telling him about a really beautiful story about an individual who discovered their Non-binaryr identity and how wonderfully it touched their lives. How it helped to heal their lives. Explain in a greater detail what it means to be Non-binary. Give him a chance to adjust to the idea of the identity, while you continue to talk about it positively.

Then when you do come out to him, just remember how much he loves you. It might be helpful to ask him at the start of the conversation to not interrupt you or ask questions until you’re done talking or explaining the situation. Another tactic that I often use for really difficult news, is to write it all in a letter and go sit in another room while they read it. This way, you have the freedom to write and rewrite the letter however many times that you want until it sounds how you want it to. In this discussion, you could ask him not to tell his paretns until you are ready for more people to know. Remind him that you’re telling him this because he is your best friend, and you need his support and love now more than ever. Perhapes ask him to do some research on his own before he really decides anything.

For your parents:

Coming out to your parents is…… literally so scary. And there is really never a food time in which to do it. Having to live while keeping this secret from them can be so hard, I understand that so much. But your safety is also the #1 priority right now.

If it is not safe for you to do so, now might be the time unless you can set up arrangements to stay somewhere else for an extended period of time. You are a beautiful person, and the world needs you here, safe, and full of love still. So please, be careful.

To start, perhaps ask them to use a nickname instead? Perhaps say that friends at school gave it to you or something, and it makes you really happy to hear it. Or that you’ve recently met somebody with the same name as you that you STRONGLY dislike and don’t want to ‘share’ the name with them. Is there any way to start to slowly transition your clothing?

For example: If your usual style right now is something like yoga pants maybe swap that for a pair of jeans that aren't super form fitting. Instead of getting a binder right away, invest in some really high quality sports bras. It isn’t the exact same effect, but it might help in the meantime and is much safer than using things like tensor bandages.

If they question this change in dress, perhapes tell them that this is the new style at your school. Or a new trend started by your favorite celebrity. Tell them you’re bored of your old look and wanted something new for a change. Perhaps if you make the changes ‘slowly’ per say it won’t be as jarring to them.

If you still decide this is a good and appropriate time for you to come out to your parents, it might be a good idea to have the discussion with your mother first. If you think that only your dad is homophobic/transphobic. That way it will be less likely that you will be interrupted during your heartfelt explanations, and your mom should (theoretically) be more open to the idea. It might help you figure out the best ways to tell your dad, but also you’ll have an ‘ally’ of sorts when it happens too.

More care should be taken into your information and resources, I think, when you tell them. Such as printing out a sheet of websites to help parents to ‘cope’ with their child telling them of their new non-binrary identity. If you want, you can even find the one you connect with most and print it, give that to them on paper with links listed after it.

Statistics might be nice, like having how many non-binaryr or genderfluid people live in the same city/ state / country as you so that it does not seem so uncommon for them.

Here is a sample sentence to get things started for you:

“Even though you may see me as a woman, on the inside, I am not a woman and I am not a man. I’ve been using the word ‘genderqueer’ or ‘non-binary’ to describe my gender, which means that I don’t identify with either. If you placed me on a spectrum, with ‘masculine’ being at one end and ‘feminine’ being at the other, I’m somewhere in-between. Identifying as genderqueer has made me feel so much better because being seen as a woman or a male made me feel so distressed and unhappy. Like I was forced into a box at birth that nobody would let me out of it”

Analogies might also be helpful, as it can help frame this new information to them into a more familiar manner. Like this: “Imagine if someone just assumed that you liked ketchup on your hotdogs without even asking you. For your entire life, they refused to put anything on your hotdogs but ketchup – even though you know, deep down, you like relish.

Finally, you decide to come out and say that you like relish. But every time you ask for relish, people say to you, “If you don’t like ketchup, you must like mustard. There are only two options.There are obviously more than two ways to eat a hotdog, just like there are more than two ways to express and explore gender, but society seems fixated on hotdogs with ketchup or mustard – and nothing else.

Similarly, society seems to think there are only two valid options when it comes to gender – man or woman – when there are actually lots of other ways to embody gender, and even ways of having no gender at all.”

A good strategy for serious conversation is to use a lot of “I felt” or “I feel” statements. That way, you are still expressing yourself and your feelings while also not making them feel like you are attacking them directly or anything. For example, a good sentence might be to say: “

I feel afraid that if you knew who I really was, that I would lose you,” or “I have been feeling very alone lately, and I’m hopeful that now I won’t be.”

Lastly, I would suggest being prepared to tell everybody but especially your parents exactly what you need from them in this situation. You may be familiar with all of this terminology and stuff but they arn’t. This is alien territory to them, help them help you by making the things you require them to do or change as clears as possible. Maybe write down a list.

Stop using my dead name. (Maybe work together on a good nickname with them to use instead? When my friend transitioned from FTM, when he legally changed his name he went with “Emmet” instead of “August” like he wanted, so that his mother could still call him “Em” which had been his nickname since childhood, as he was born with the name ‘Emily.” This might help your parents feel like they still have ‘their’ child still.\

I need to change the way that I am dressing, because it makes me feel very uncomfortable and self consciousness.

And whatever else you might need form them.

My beautiful little bean, if you come out to your parents and one of them wants to support you, and one of them doesn't and it ends up breaking them up, I’m certain that they had differences fundamental enough that its probably for the best. And if they didn’t have fundamental differences, they do now.

One of them took the fundamental concept of parenthood seriously and one didn't: The concept of loving and supporting your child for as long as you’re around on the earth to do so.

I don’t really think the difference could possibly be more fundamental.

Sometimes, it takes people a while to get used to the idea. If they react negatively now, they might still change their minds the more they think it over / see how much it means to you. Some people (like my own mom) H A T E change. Hate it. And their first response is always to go on the defensive without thinking. I think you all will have to remind yourselves and eschither to have patients with this.

Remember: Your worth as a human can never change, no matter how much it may feel like it can. You are starting your journey to find the home and the body that you were made to find, its scary, so so so scary. So take your time, enjoy your path. Take deep breaths. Others will ALWAYS love you for the divine creation that you are. The worlds is always ready for you to meet the next ones to love you.

I hope this has helped a little bit at least. I love you. 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

#not tolkien #haleigh speaks #advice with haleigh #love you 🥰🥰🥰🥰#feel better 💛💛💛💛#non binary #coming out #coming out tips #feel free to leave them!!!!!!!#genderqueer #love and support #lbgtqcommunity #lbgtq #lbgtq pride

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motherstone · 5 years ago

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headcanons,,,, please

Ok old ask... Sorry I didn't answer immediately, because even though I have a lot of elaborate headcanons, my mind straight up blanked for several days seeing this question. Are you ready for the answers because a lot of them involves Elves and Trellis

Trellis was the walking encyclopedia in his village. It's a big pain in the ass walking all those stairs for knowledge, so if they want to know something, they'll ask him

Navin has ADHD. More on the inattentive type. No I will not explain this accept it

Humans aren't the original settlers of Alledia. The Elves were there first

Trellis's mother is trying to save Trellis, and thus was raised by her at his first 5 years, before being adopted by his uncle and is raised at their village

The Elves have the Six Monoliths. These are the main cultures upon where its many subcultures cam from, although a more accurate description is that there is one main culture, then branched off into 5, which then branched off even further and even intersecting one another. They represent Gulfen's values and beliefs. These indigenous people involves the same village where Trellis was raised

One of them are a warrior-based people, upon which many of their battle philosophies are based. They are also where the Elf King wears a mask comes from. Every individual in that village wears a mask of their own design and making to represent their "role", and it can change every time. Hence, why the King's role is unique. They are indiscriminate towards other people, and have no qualms of adopting other races, and has been known to adopt humans to raise as their own. They only have one word for parent, but has 65 words for weapons. They also believe in fighting only if it's necessary.

Another group of people are where Elven crafting skills came from. They believe in sharing what you have, and helling those who need help, and often create crafts to help disabled people, if said disabled person wishes so. They also believe the intergration of arts and sciences, and how both aren't inherently independent of one another. They express disdain over Windsor's use of bots and Cielis's robot working force. They feel like they only built those bots not because of appreciation for artificial intelligence, but because "if they could get away with slavery, they would".

The other group is one that values animals and nature. They believe in valuing all life, and to be thankful of your blessings. They are one of the last true hunter-gatherer societies. They show their appreciation towards animals they hunt by making sure to make use of what they have to offer. They believe that one shouldn't take more than what they could give, and hated that animals are used for war, as they are "companions", not "weapons"

Another group is one that honors history through performance art. Be it dance, music, oral storytelling, sign language or the most basic, written down. Many of Gulfen's history, be its most simple and peaceful to it's bloodiest and cruelty, are preserved thanks to their work. They believe in the preservation and the dynamic of culture, and the honoring in one's past and ancestors. That a tree cannot stand tall with its roots cut, and that the imperfections and wrongdoings are the most important lessons. They believe that a person only truly dies if their names are no longer spoken, be it in a negative or a positive way. This people have since then been wiped out since the current Elf King's ascension.

(headcanon that this is where Trellis's mother came from)

This group this time are nomads. They believe in one must be versatile and open to what the world has to offer. This is a source of their inspiration for art, bearing complex and beautiful designs, the most main medium being sewing. They employ geometric and natural designs, taking inspiration from whatever they experience. They have a certain metaphor that the world is a tapestry, and its many threads are the countless individuals that has woven in it, creating its complex, beautiful and terrible designs, and it weaves on and on. They believe in finding value over the simplest things, and one's peace can be found through humbleness and contentment. They are pacifistic

The last is probably the people in the village where Trellis lived in. They are the main culture, so they other five took at least some aspect of it and based their own culture around it. They represent the Elve's values of peace, love of community, righteous combat, value of nature and history, and the honor of one's memories and ancestors. Unfortunately the Civil war and the 50 year war has twisted all of their beliefs into twisted degress so they are all pretty chagrined, and have faced opression since the time of Levitas. There are more subcultures of course, but that's too long

Emily if fine with broccoli but hates cauliflowers, for some Reason

Stengard is sorta like,,, the church of Gulfen. It is also a subculture of the nature/history/nomad people. They call upon the ancestors for wisdom, and that is where the heirs to the throne are "baptized". It's a theocracy, basically speaking, with a High Priest/Pristess with holy guards and other religious followers. No they are not fanatics. They're pantheists. The structure of their building is that there's a lush garden at it's base, an elevated artificial river surrounds it, above it is high openwindows where they feed birds, and within it, is a fire that is never put out, only covered when mourning the death of a King or at war. Maybe I'd draw this (did anyone get the atla reference or). They have nearly the same design as Cielis, because they were built around the same time period and that sort of architecture designs were all the rage among elven architects

Let's ignore canon and let's just say that Riva was there when Cielis lifted itself and left the outsiders (the elves, the people affected by the Kanalian curse, and more) to be killed by the Elves. Hence why "Cielis" was burnt to the ground. A lot of people died, but instead of the outer ring dying out, it became the foundation for a mixed culture and a diverse city filled with oppressed people seeking to find refuge. It became a powerful city after the war and replaces Cielis as the capital of Windsor

After the war, every country hated Cielis because of the shit they pulled before, during, and AFTER it

Did I mention I hate Cielis? Yeah I hate Cielis. The architecture slaps tho

Riva's entire family was wiped out during the shadows invading Lucien because of either being possessed whenever they try to retrieve resources from the sources, or sickness from underground

Max became friends with Layra when he defended her from a bunch of racist kids. He got in trouble with his father because of it, but has spent every time with her family since. He considers them his real "family"

Max has a fascinatiom with Elven culture, in fact, a lot of hangout with Layra involves her talking about stories and whatnot about it

Back then, Kanalis has a huge issue with predator-prey instincts kicking in whenever someone is slowly getting transformed. It has a bloody history as a result. Thankfully a new medicine was invented that kept these instincts in check. After the war, the Council investigated, and finally broke the curse.

Many of the elves from Trellis's village didn't recognize him when he came back. "what happened to your face??" "Scratch that, what happend to your hair"

I have soooo much more headcanons do you even want to hear them

#ask #sorry abt that long post folks #but #if Kazu doesn't worldbuild the Elves then *cracks knuckles and cricks neck* i WILL

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achildswriting-blog · 6 years ago

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wildflowers | chapter one

sodapop curtis x reader

chapter one - amour d'enfance

extended summary.... "She's blessed with a heart like a wildflower.Strong enough to rise againafter being trampled upon,tough enough to weatherthe worst of the summer storms,and able to grow and flourisheven in the most broken places."~nikita gill

The L/n's and the Curtis' have been friends ever since all of them could remember. But after a tragic accident and the death of Mrs.L/n following the consequences of the unfortunate incident, the L/n's were forced to move away from the small town, their Father running away from the rumors. But Y/N hated New York with a burning passion, it was where her Father had sunk into depression, it was where her she had met the step-monster, and most importantly Soda wasn't there. When the L/n's finally move back to Tulsa, Oklahoma; the family finds that things are not the same as when they had left.

It was the year 1951, little two year old y/n was struggling to get her dress on.

"Mommwy! Hewp pwetty pwease!"

"I'm coming princess." Mrs.L/n quickly helped Y/n out of her dress. "Why do you want to wear this dress?"

"Becwause I wike this dwess!"

"But, sweetie, it's too small."

Y/n stomped her foot, "I wanna wear it!"

Mrs.L/n sensing a tantrum coming along quickly thought of a deal. "How about we buy you a new dress just like this one and you wear one of your other dresses? Or better yet your overalls?" The L/n family were Socs, but Mrs.L/n was a rebel, she might have grown up a Soc but she acted like a greaser. Mr.L/n, however, had grown up as a middle-class man. Him and Mr.Curtis had grown up as best friends and still were.

"No Mama! I wan- I wanr, I wand, I want to wear a dwess!"

"Oh, Sunshine what is wrong?" Y/n's Father just entered the room with a 5 year old William following after him.

"Daddy!" Y/n ran up to him and jumped into his arms.

"What dress do you want to wear, love?"

"I wand to wear my blew one, but Mommy said it's too small. She wants me t(w)o wear my owervalls."

Mr.L/n faked gasped, "She didn't."

Y/n nodded furiously, while Mrs.L/n chuckled, "Richard.... C'mon sweetie let's get you all cleaned up and ready for the Curtis'. Are you excited to see Darry, Soda, and baby Pony?"

Y/n squealed excitedly, "Yes! Yes! Mommy!"

"Alright, baby, what other dress do you want to wear?"

"I wand to wear my red one." (look below #2)

Y/n and Mrs.L/n walked down stairs, "Do you have the picnic basket, Richie?"

"Yes, Carolyn, it's all packed in the car."

"Lovely."

Y/n grinned up at her older brother, "Wiwwie?" (Willie)

"What n/n?"

"Cam I holb your hand?" (hold)

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because that's girly stuff."

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Children! Children! What on earth is going on?" Mrs.L/n entered the hallway by the front door.

" I wand to holb Wiwwie's hand but but he said it's girl stuwff!"

"William hold her hand."

"No!"

"Please Will. If you do that the sooner you can see Darry."

"Fine." He glared at his younger sister who was giggling up at him. His glare softened and he smiled at his younger sister.

"Okay, gang lets go." Mr.L/n said to his family of four, chuckling when he saw the situation his son was in. He was rolling his eyes while Y/n was giggling at him.

Y/n struggled to get in the high car, while William was pushing her up into it. He burst out laughing.

"Richard! Stop laughing!" Mrs.L/n slapped her husband and raced towards her pouting children.

"Sorry Carolyn, I just get a kick out of our kids."

"Sometimes I wonder why I married you."

"Because you love me."

"Don't get so cocky now." Mrs.L/n smirked at her pouting husband, but anyone watching could see how much they loved each other.

"Can I get a kiss."

"Nu uh."

He scoffed, "Why not?"

"You were rude to our children." Mrs.L/n smiled.

"I am very sorry Sunshine and Willie."

"It's alright Daddy, Mommy helped us!" Y/n chirped.

"That's good princess. Where would we be without Mommy?"

"Flattery is going to get you no where Richard."

"Mmm, but a few years ago it got me everywhere."

"Richard!" Mrs.L/n scolded.

"Mommy! Daddy! Hurry up! I want to see Darry and play football." William interrupted whinning.

"Okay, okay, little man we are getting in the car." Mr.l/n smiled.

The family pulled up to the Curtis' household, Y/n squealed, she was the most excited to see the family of five and that was hard because almost everyone in the car was going to go see their best friends.

They all got out of the car with y/n being picked up out of the car. She screamed and ran to the door trying to reach the door bell, but before y/n could even try to ring it, the door opened. Mr.Curtis opened the door.

"Uncle Cwurtis!" Y/n screamed jumping into his arms.

He smiled, laughing, "Hello, princess. Have you grown since I last saw you? You look like a big girl now."

Y/n giggled, "You just saw me yesterday!"

"What! You grew over night! Unbelievable!"

Y/n burst into giggles, "You are so swilly Uncle Cwurtis!"

Soon enough a bunch of thumps could be heard throughout the house and y/n asked Mr.Curtis if she could be put down.

"'Course pumpkin." He set her down and greeted his best friend, Richard L/n.

Soon enough, a 5 year old Darry burst through the hallway, he grinned at y/n pulling the baby h/c into a tight embrace.

"Hi y/n. Where's Will?"

"Willie's outside." She pointed outside only to get tackled into a big hug and a wet kiss on the cheek.

"Hi! N/n!" Sodapop grinned. "Do you want to play cars with me?"

"Ya! Then can we play dragon and princess?"

"Ya, but we need Pony to play dragon because Darry wants to play football."

"okay." The h/c haired toddler shrugged. Sodapop grinned and dragged Y/n to his room, where all his toys were.

"We have to be quiet because Pony's taking a nap." Sodapop talked loudly but somehow made it seem like a whisper.

"Okay." Y/n actually whispered back.

"I don't get why babies we have babies, I mean all they do is eat, sleep, and poop." Sodapop said.

The second he said poop, they both burst into giggles.

"I know." Y/n smiled, "I wonder where babies come from?"

"Mommy said they come from these birdies called Storks."

"That's so cool. Did you see the birdie bring Pony?"

"No, I didn't."

"Gwee, thats too bad."

"Ya, I love bwirdies."

"Do you want to play now?"Y/n asked itching to drive the car around Sodapop's house.

"Let's go."

A few hours later, it was on the brink of the sunset period. Y/n and Sodapop were running around the Curtis' backyard, Y/n was giggling as Sodapop made her close her eyes. Soda blushed lightly to himself before putting a flower in y/n's hair. Y/n eyes' opened and she smiled at the thoughtfulness of the gift.

"Thank ywou."

"You're welcome. Daddy does it all the time to Mommy because he thinks she's pretty with them. I think you're pretty with them too."

Greenish-brown weeds swayed lazily in the wind as Y/N finally got off that damned train. The broken family that was three, who had turned into six over the last month, had been traveling for about a week now.

It seemed to be near midnight, but Y/N felt the opposite of tired, she was itching to go explore the new grounds she stumbled upon. Her new home held an old and mysterious vibe that Y/N was seriously digging.

Tansy crept up behind Y/N, "Do you remember Dallas Winston?"

Y/N forehead creased, what was the evil stepsister up to? "Sure, I do."

"He moved here, Y/N. Did he not tell you he was moving to Tulsa?"

Y/N felt her heart rate rise and her cheeks flush, "No, he didn't Tansy."

"Funny, you would think he would tell you since you were always necking with the man." Tansy sniggered and followed her other sister over to her Mother.

Y/N felt tears prick at her eyes, she was so entirely done with the step monsters. "Don't listen to them, n/n. Dally would have told you he was moving."

Y/N sighed, "I just don't get why I care so much. We went out two years ago! I was fourteen and he was fifteen..."

William shrugged, "I don't know. I never really liked him though, Y/N. I'm kind of glad he ran away."

"That's because you never got to know him." Y/N shivered against the cold.

"I sure as hell got to know him."

"Beating each other up is not getting to know each other, Willie." Y/n replied truthfully.

"There's just something about him that throws me off."

"Something always throws you off, Son." Y/N's Father clapped the siblings both on the shoulders, "God, I love it here. This was her place."

Y/N smiled, she had not seen her Father this happy since when her Mother was still alive, "I love it already, Daddy."

"I knew you would, princess. You always did. Wait, till you see all the horses..."

Y/N's eyes lit up, "Horses?"

"Yes, horses, Sweetheart."

"Golly, this place couldn't get any better."

"Yes, it could get a lot better." Millie snapped rolling her eyes, "If only I could have my own car."

"Me too!" Sarah whined.

Y/N and William looked at each other and rolled their eyes,

#sodapop x reader #achildswriting #wildflowers

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flatheadsforever · 6 years ago

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MOPAR FLATHEADS

(taken from ‘49plymouth.com)

Valves

The valve train is lubricated entirely by the splash effect of the camshaft and valve train. The only pressure feed to the system is to the cam bearings. The oil that escapes the camshaft journals and any splash resulting inside the crankcase from the reciprocating crank mass are the sole source of lubrication for cam followers, springs and valve guides.

Common sensed says that exhaust valves and guides run at a higher temperature than intake valves and guides. Coupled with this temperature differential is the fact that intake guides are subjected to manifold vacuum, (meaning that they tend to suck oil into the guide), while exhaust guides work in the environment of exhaust pressure and heat. These two facts, temperature and pressure, mean that exhaust guides get virtually no lubrication. As a result of this fact, they are one of the more likely components in the valve train to wear out first.

Having said this, a quick look at these engines shows that they, like most automotive engines, sit high in the front. This means that in a splash lubricated valve train, the highest component is also the farthest from the source of splash lubrication – the cam bearings and followers.

Happenstance (and perhaps MoPar engineering) have dictated that the frontmost engine valve in MoPar flathead engines is an exhaust valve – the ones that wears first, anyhow. All this combines to mean that the front valve guide is the hottest, least lubricated and most prone to wear out. Disassembly and inspection of many of these engines have led this writer to believe the front valve guide nearly always exhibits the greatest amount of wear of all the engine guides. Second in likelihood of wear are the remaining exhaust guides, while intake guides rarely if ever show wear. If intake guides do leak, they tend to draw oil into the guide, which tends to aid lubrication. No valve seals are used on flathead engines

MoPar engines use hardened valves and seats as standard equipment. In this area, these engines are truly overbuilt. When valves show wear, they are invariably exhaust valves. Experience has proven that worn exhaust valves are nearly always caused by worn valve guides. Exceptions to this rule can be a piece of carbon or other debris causing a valve to hang open and burn.

Lubrication Systems

Mopar flathead engines were manufactured at a time when the technology of engine oil was still primitive, by today’s standards. Much of the wear restorers encounter upon disassembly is the result of the poor state of available lubricants. The oil we buy and use today is light years ahead of that available fifty years ago.

Bypass oil filtration systems were never very helpful, but happened to be the only thing available in the forties and early fifties for these engines. The nature of bypass filtration is that likely ten percent or less of the total oil circulated by the oil pump ever gets to pass through the filter. The line that feeds these filters is the smallest diameter steel line used in automotive manufacturing. Even this meager amount of volume allowed to pass through the filter system is shut off during periods of low oil pressure, and only opened for circulation when oil pressure rises above a given pressure point. These bypass filters were optional, for many engines were produced without them.

Full-flow oil filter systems, by comparison, filter ALL oil that is picked up by the pump and circulated inside the engine. Several restorers have performed work-around adaptations for these engines to adapt full-flow filtration to them. This improvement, in this writer’s estimation, goes a long way toward extending engine life. Full-flow oil filtration coupled with modern high detergent oil technology, will allow these already-well-built engines to last much longer between overhauls.

Engine Blocks

Do not be fooled by the small (218/230) cubic displacement of these engines. They are heavy block castings that warm up slowly due to their large mass. The water jacket inside the block is only present in the top several inches of the casting, where the heat of combustion is greatest. On the passengers’ side is the valve chamber, and there is no coolant flow below the level of the water distribution tube, well above the camshaft level. On the driver’s side, the water jacket extends down to the block core plugs and thingy, but the flow is mainly limited to the upper section. The area on the thingy side is typically where sediment and dirt settle inside the block. I have seen these blocks filled with sediment above the tops of the core plugs at the rear. This of course must all be cleaned out as part of any overhaul. Remove all block core plugs and use whatever method you have at hand to make sure everything is clean and free of sediment and dirt.

It is logical to believe that these fifty-plus year old engines may have several hundred thousands of miles on them, in spite of what you want to believe. Logic further dictates that cylinder heads have been removed several times for valve and piston work during the life of the engine. While the head is off, it is a good thing to check the deck with a straight edge, both for warppage and for distortion. It is not likely that an engine has been overheated sufficiently to warp the entire block casting, but close inspection usually shows some heaving or mushrooming of the deck surfaces around each head bolt hole. I have been successful in removing these distortions with a sharp flat file. Just start at one end and swipe crossways over the deck area. This will reveal high spots around each head bolt hole. These can be filed down to a true flat area with a little diligence. The result is a more precise deck surface against which the head gasket can seat. Most folks know that heads can be safely milled sixty or seventy thousandths to improve compression ratios. Even if this is not important to you, a resurfacing of the head is recommended, just to be sure of a flat surface for the gasket. If you can afford it and your block is at the machine shop for cleaning anyhow, have them resurface the deck a few thousandths to get a true surface. The same advice would not hurt a bit for the manifold gasket surface on the block.

Crankcase Ventilation

Another element of engine technology that has gained vastly from modern engineering understanding is crankcase ventilation. Originally designed only to ventilate the crankcase of fumes and condensation, this system is forced into double duty when an engine begins to wear excessively, for now it also has to handle blow-by products of combustion that have escaped past worn pistons and rings..

Positive crankcase ventilation (PCV) systems were originally mandated with a view toward limiting crankcase emissions. A secondary benefit of the PCV system is its ability to remove much more of the condensation and moisture from the crankcase than was originally possible with the primitive road draft tube that was always open to the atmosphere. Yet another advantage of the PCV system is its ability to disperse any blow-by from the crankcase by returning it in the engine.

It is easy to modify these flathead six engines from the original road draft system to the newer, superior PCV system. This is true mainly due to Chrysler’s involvement in military vehicle production during WWII. Many of these military vehicles were equipped from the factory with engines designed to ford streams and run in semi-submerged conditions for short periods of time. One part of these engine sealing systems was the PCV system designed to keep water OUT of the crankcase.

A direct result of this fact is that most military vehicle parts suppliers are equipped to offer the PCV adapter necessary for this conversion. This writer found one at Vintage Power Wagons. The adapter is a round, cast metal piece that bolts to the rear of the block in the same spot as the original road draft tube. From this adapter, 3/8-inch tubing is routed forward and up to the intake manifold. A pipe plug in the center of the intake on the outboard side can be removed and this line connected to it as a vacuum source. In series in this line must be a PCV valve, of the type typically used on any engine of equivalent cubic inch displacement. Because of the closeness of this vacuum line to the hot exhaust manifold, this writer chose to use an all-brass PCV valve, available from the same military source. A PCV system on these engines, coupled with modern oil and a by-pass filter, offer a recipe for extended engine life.

Thermostats

It is impossible to operate an internal combustion engine without generating condensation in the crankcase. It is just a fact of life. If the moisture is removed, it presents no problem. If it is not removed, the result is an eventual buildup of sludge.

The only way by which the moisture of condensation can be removed from a crankcase is evaporation. This evaporation can only take place in the presence of heat and air movement. If the crankcase and engine block heat is not high enough for evaporation to occur, the condensation moisture will remain inside the block. Since this is water, which is heavier than oil, it will go to the bottom of the crankcase or valve chamber. It is for this reason that these are the areas where sludge is typically found in greatest quantity on tear-down. This writer has disassembled many of these engines were more than one pint of sludge was present in the valve chambers alone.

The best remedy for condensation removal is a high temperature thermostat. Vehicles built in the forties and fifties (and before) were designed to use alcohol based antifreeze. This required the use of low temp thermostats. Today we use glycol based antifreezes with much higher boiling points. Actually, the use of a 50/50 mixture of permanent antifreeze and water RAISES the boiling point of the coolant. All this is in aid of explaining why higher, rather than lower temperature thermostats are beneficial to longer engine life. The use of a 160 or 170 degree thermostat today with permanent antifreeze is an invitation for sludge to form in the crankcase. You are doing your engine no favor at all by keeping it running cool, in spite of how it may seem to your own sensitivities.

Not only do higher temp stats cause higher engine operating temperatures which aid in condensation removal, but they also help to raise the temperature more quickly, resulting in less cold engine operating time. Once stat temperature is reached, normal cooling will take place, but at a little higher temperature. Yet another reason why these flatheads need more heat than some engines is that they are heavy castings. A flathead six cylinder 218 cid engine weighs several hundred pounds more than a small block Chevy 350. This casting mass takes TIME to heat up and get up to operating temperature.

Many owners believe that when their dash gauge shows normal temperature, the engine is truly warmed up. Nothing could be further from the truth. Remember this one idea: an engine may warm up and the thermostat open to full circulation long before the block casting around the valve chambers has come up to full operating temperatures. It is this writer’s estimate that it takes nearly thirty minutes of engine operation for a typical flathead block to reach normal operating temperature in cool weather.

Please remember, I’m not talking about the thermostat or the top radiator tank, but the block casting, itself. This is where the condensation occurs and must evaporate from. In order to keep these block casting spots free of sludge, they must get up to full operating temperature. Proof that many of these engines have spent much of their lives running too cold is the sludge found inside the blocks. Granted, engine oils and filtration were of poor quality by comparison to today’s technology, but those engines that are run warmer are always cleaner. An example of this is the fact that larger truck engines are usually found to have less sludge than small trucks and automobiles. Check it out.

Consider a newly restored vehicle with a completely new and clean engine assembly. To keep this engine clean, it should not be started and driven short distances, again because the block will not have an opportunity to achieve operating temperatures. When I use my old stuff, I start it, let it run at idle for a while, then drive it, hopefully at least thirty minutes. I will jack up a car and push it in or of a stall to avoid starting a cold engine for only a few minutes, for this very reason.

It goes without saying that all this talk about getting engines up to temperature is doubly true for the exhaust systems. Exhausts live linger in an atmosphere where they warm up completely each time they are used. Why do you think tail pipes rot off three or four times before head pipes and mufflers? They are always cooler and warm up slower, since they are farther from the source of heat.

Cooling Systems

Cooling systems seem to be one of the more misunderstood components of older engines. In order to understand them, it is necessary to understand the combustion process. A typical gasoline engine running at 2000 rpm under no load will generate a certain amount of heat, but this will soon be realized and stabilized.

Add to this engine now an increased load on the crankshaft, and many things happen at once. First, in order to maintain rpm, the throttle plates must be opened further. This is done automatically if the engine is governed, or manually in an automotive application. The amount of fuel entering the engine increases, the result of which is an immediate increase in combustion chamber pressures and temperatures. It is this sort of use that cooling systems must handle in order to protect an engine. Normal driving under light load barely works the cooling system at all. It is at higher engine loads that the cooling system must be able to function well.

From the engine’s perspective and from a combustion standpoint, the hotter an engine temperature, the better and more efficiently the engine will. Fuel atomizes more freely and the combustion process thrives in an atmosphere of heat. This is difficult for many older vehicle owners to comprehend, yet it is fundamentally true . . . . . . Up TO THE POINT where the engine will begin to suffer metallurgical from the heat. Therefore, the job of the cooling system is to allow the engine to run as hot as safely possible in order to aid the combustion process, yet keep it cool enough to protect it.

Engines are designed to withstand lots of heat safely. Unfortunately, the margin for safety between “hot enough to run well” and “too hot for engine safety” is not a very wide one. When metal parts are heated, they expand. When they cool again, they contract. This cycle can happen over and over with complete safety, as long as the extremes of the heat range are not reached. If metal parts are heated so much that they do not contract to their normal tolerance after cool-down, the metal is said to have warped. This action is most often noticed on cylinder heads and manifold castings that have been subjected to hundreds of heat/cool cycles.. Typically, the remedy for a warped casting is resurfacing.

An example of this action is the typical small block Chevy cylinder head, where the valve arrangement is such that two exhaust valves sit adjacently in the middle of the cylinder head. This is nearly always the point of failure with these castings, for this is the hottest spot on the component.

How does this all relate to MoPar flatheads? The design of these engines is such that a water distribution tube is used in the cooling system to aid in dispersing coolant to the bottom of the exhaust valve seat castings. In this sense, these engines are truly overbuilt, for this is a feature not used by very many other manufacturers of the time. An analogy to this feature would be oil nozzles directed to piston crowns in modern diesel engines – a feature that goes far to extend engine life. Flathead radiators are also overbuilt from a size standpoint, and are truly impressive in their ability to transfer heat from the engine and transfer it to the air. When these engines are warmed up to 180 – 200 degrees F, they run happily all day, run more efficiently and stay cleaner. They live linger, as well.

Having said all this, the water distribution tube is a critical link in the cooling system. Never pull a water pump without at least pulling and checking the distribution tube. It goes without saying that no engine overhaul should ever be contemplated without inspection of this part as well. The tubes are reproduced by several vendors and are available.

Bottom Line

If you truly want to do the best you can for your MoPar flathead, here’s my recipe:

• Modern high detergent motor oil in a clean engine

• Full-flow oil filtration system in place of the part time bypass system

• PCV system instead of the primitive road draft tube

• High temperature (180 or higher) thermostat

• Good quality paper air filter instead of an oil bath system

Rear Main Bearing Seals

Engines built before 1951 used a rear main seal that incorporated a flat metal flange with three screw holes in it. These seals required removal of the flywheel to allow replacement of the top half. Later flathead engines used a different neoprene seal design that could be rolled into place in the top half by loosening the crankshaft, much as you would in replacing a top rear main bearing. The two types of seal are not compatible reciprocally, due to block casting differences.

Timing Chain/Gear Lubrication

Engines built before 1951 use a pressurized oil nozzle of about 1/16-inch diameter to lubricate the timing chain and components. This tube protrudes from the block above the center of the crankshaft gear and points downward, and has a small bracket attached by one screw to the front of the block. The oil is sourced from the front oil passage leading from the main galley on the left side of the block to the front camshaft bearing.

This system provides positive lubrication to timing components and is very nice . . . . . . as long as it stays clean and free from sludge. It was abandoned in later production in favor of an oil slinger disc placed behind the crankshaft timing gear that supposedly slung oil up and onto the chain. Since the slinger lives above the normal oil level in the oil pan, it can operate only when the engine is running. In this writer’s humble opinion, the earlier pressurized system was far superior, and was discontinued only because of the poor quality oil available at the time and the difficulty in getting the block hot enough for this oil component to get warm enough to keep sludge from forming. It would be interesting to compare timing chain wear between two otherwise identical engines, to observe which of the two systems really provides best lubrication and least wear.

Connecting Rods/Caps

Somewhere around 1951 again, a change was made in connecting rod and cap design on the 218/230 engines. Earlier engine design used a special very thin-wall lock washer that sat in a relief on the cap to retain the rod nut. Later engines dispensed with this relief area and used a flat boss on the cap and instead of the thin lock washer used a split lock nut with several small perforations in the top half. What is interesting is that both rod types carry the identical casting number.

The two rod cap types each require use of the correct fastener, and cannot be mixed or matched. If you have the earlier type rods, you must use the lock washers and nuts. This writer has been unsuccessful in finding a vendor source for these washers. They are quite easy to loose on disassembly, especially if you don’t know they are even there. When installed, they are not visible due to the recess in which they sit. And they are hard to find when they are dropped. Ask me how I know. It goes without saying that rod caps can never be interchanged on connecting rods.

Oil Pans – Oil Leaks

The front of the oil pan area on these engines presents a small challenge for first time restorers. There are several places from which oil can leak, all of which will show up at the front pan area. In order to understand the nature of the situation, it is necessary for the reader to have seen the individual parts.

The front of the oil pan has a wide cork gasket which rides against an aluminum saddle, designed just for this purpose. The aluminum saddle is held in place by two machine screws, and must be removed before access can be had to the front main bearing bolts, for they are partially covered by the saddle.

The engine timing cover gasket must seal the cover itself, the front of the block and this aluminum saddle on which rides the oil pan gasket. It is at the juncture of these three pieces of metal – block, timing cover and aluminum saddle, that oil leaks can easily arise if proper assembly is not observed. This might be a good place to mention that the timing cover has one bolt on the passenger’s side that enters the cover from the rear of the block flange, in direct opposition to all the other cover bolts.

In addition to this area of potential leakage is the front main oil seal that sits in the timing cover and rides on the crankshaft pulley. Always check the seal area on these pulleys for wear. It is not unusual to find a definite groove worn into the pulley seal area from seal lip and dirt wear at this point. A worn pulley will cause a new seal to leak. Speedy sleeves are available, as are “trick” seals that ride on a new and different spot on the pulley to avoid the worn groove spot.

This writer also likes to incorporate a good sized magnet inside the oil pan on reassembly for attracting any wear metal pieces that may get into the crankcase. Old flat speaker magnets are perfect for this purpose. Never throw one away. An ounce of prevention . . . . . .

Miscellany

Engine assembly involves using many bolts that thread into water jacket passages. This is true for head bolts, manifold bolts and a few of the upper timing cover bolts as well as the three water pump bolts. It is important that these bolt threads have some form of waterproof sealer used on them. Clean, tight threads can still leak fluid past them if not sealed. There are no shortcuts to cleanliness that work here. Never use or hang a dirty part on a rebuilt engine.

Engine reassembly is fairly critical work. It cannot he done in a less than clean environment. With all the engines I have ever overhauled, I spent about two hours of parts cleaning time for every half hour of assembly. Fasteners and related block thread holes must be completely clean. The only way this writer has been successful at this task is to use thread taps and dies on each individual part. I have cleaned head bolts on a wire wheel grinder to the point that they shined, yet when the threads were chased with a die, a pile of dirt and carbon showed up on the vise. Do not worry about removing metal with a tap or die. If you are using the correct size, the threads will not be damaged.

MoPar flathead engines were manufactured with very low compression ratios, even for their day. This engineering was based much on the octane levels of fuel available to the public. Flatheads respond very nicely to an increase in compression ratio. This can be accomplished quickly and cheaply by milling material from the bottom of the cylinder head. Doing this will also assure that the head surface is true and free from warpage, as well as offering an opportunity to increase compression and engine performance.

Unleaded fuel offers no problems to these engines, in this writer’s opinion. They certainly do NOT need high octane fuel. Using it in flathead engines will not be beneficial in any way, contrary to the opinions of many. Valves and seats are already of superior quality from the original manufacturer. Just make sure when you set initial engine timing that the engine does not ping or preignite under load.

On the subject of engine timing, here is one often ignored area of performance – the distributor. Distributors have two timing advance mechanisms incorporated in their design – vacuum and centrifugal. The vacuum advance is visible on the outside of the distributor and can easily be tested by mouth or vacuum pump. If it doesn’t leak it will be okay, as long as the distributor breaker plate moves freely inside the cap.

Centrifugal advance units are harder to see, for they are underneath the breaker plate that holds the contact points and condenser. These mechanisms are usually trouble free, but may wear over time. Short of removing the distributor and having it tested on a stand, the only way to test a centrifugal advance unit is with an advance-type timing light and a knowledgeable mechanic. Specs for both vacuum and centrifugal advance units are available with other tune-up data, and of course are a requirement before checking either advance unit. Suffice to say that lots of flatheads are weak in these areas. When one performs well, it is usually a sign that both systems are functioning correctly.

This still leaves the issue of initial timing, which refers to the relationship of the engine to the distributor, and is adjusted by turning the distributor in the block while the engine is running, with the use of a timing light. Power timing, advocated by a few, aids little with these engines, unless you are a performance buff. If such is the case, have at it . . . .

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Vietnam's never-ending bomb disposal problem

Vietnam's bomb disposal squad. It has been estimated that it will take 300 years to clear the land of Vietnam of all the weapons dropped and left behind so many years ago. Disposing of deadly munitions on the former frontline seems an impossible task, but there may be hope. Somewhere in a village in the central province of Quang Tri, a muffled yet powerful explosion erupts, followed immediately by another, shaking the ground beneath us. Sparks shower from the treetops like arrows aimed at the sky, then a black plume of smoke. Several American bombs have just exploded, more than forty years after the end of the war. Local people are used to these controlled detonations, which are carried out at least twice a week. The war is long over, but the fight seems never-ending for the dozens of mine-clearance experts who struggle every day to clear the region from the millions of bombs, landmines, grenades, shells, mortars and other unexploded ammunitions that were dropped on the region. In this part of the globe, these deadly devices are still killing people on a daily basis. The bombs that the team from the Norwegian People’s Aid (NPA) have just destroyed are no longer a threat. But here, everybody remembers a man named Ngo Thien Khiet, who was killed by one of the devices at the age of 45 while trying to disarm it. He left behind a wife and two sons. In its 15 years of clearing the former battlefield, the NPA had never suffered a single accident, so what happened to Khiet shocked everyone working on the project and was a costly, painful reminder of how dangerous and indiscriminate these weapons are. Khiet’s partner, Nguyen Van Hao, who was also hit by the blast, recently recovered from his injuries and immediately decided to return to this insidious, hot and humid battlefield that seems to refuse to forget the tragedy that took place between 1955 and 1975. Twenty years of atrocities that nobody can forget: the central province of Quang Tri was the front line during the Vietnam War, or “the Resistance War against America”, as we call it here in Vietnam. Its marshy land was plowed for over a decade by a deadly rain of metal and fire, and 80 percent of the province is still a minefield. Quang Tri is the place to go to understand the madness and the violence of the American bombings during the war in an era when the region was split in two by the “demilitarized zone” (DMZ) between North and South Vietnam. Hemmed between a 1,000 miles of Annamite mountain range and the vast South China Sea (which Vietnam calls the East Sea), Quang Tri is only 30 miles wide: a tiny piece of land that is the most heavily bombed place in history, even compared to Germany in World War II. War victims in a country at peace Ho Van Lai, 26, was not even born when the war ended, but he suffered its vicious backlash. It's written all over his body. Every missing part of him tells the cruel story this conflict left behind. At the age of 10, one of those unexploded bombs detonated and ripped off his right arm and leg, as well as his left hand and foot. He has only one eye left, and his one good eye continues to deteriorate as time goes by. Doctors say there is no cure. In a humble house in Gio Linh Town, Lai lives with his mother. “I stepped on a bomb and it exploded when I was playing in the sand with three friends. Two of them died and one is still alive,” he simply says. This is what happens when you live in a “polluted area”, as the NGOs call the region. No one really knows how many people have been injured or killed by UXOs in Vietnam since the war ended, but the best estimates are at least 105,000, including 40,000 deaths. Most of the victims are poor farmers -- perhaps not surprisingly, since most of the fighting and bombings took place in rural areas and rice paddies: the most common sites of explosions. “Farmers here often find pieces of metal, sometimes bombs or ammunition, and they simply toss them aside and continue their work,” said Le Van Minh, Community Liaison Officer at MAG Vietnam. It's not necessarily because of the lack of awareness, he says. Many local farmers admit that they still very much fear of the risk that one day they may accidentally swing their hoes into one of those leftover clustered bombs, or "bombies" as they call, even after all these years. But for people who were desperate for farm land to make a living, though barely enough, they would defy all the risks to reclaim it. Nowadays, the pattern of victims has changed, from those who stumble on munitions accidentally to the scrap-metal scavengers who go out looking for them in full knowledge of the danger. And in recent years, the casualty numbers have steadily declined thanks to the relentlessness of several NGOs specialized in mine clearance, such as the NPA and the Mine Advisory Group (MAG). Day after day, in the muddy rice fields and in every corner of every village, they seek out and destroy these lethal pieces of rusted metal. Peace fighters In the early morning, a dozen young men and women are standing by the side of the road in Cam Lo Township. All dressed in beige uniforms, they listen to the supervisors, armed only with shovels, ropes, colored stakes and metal detectors. This is their security briefing, where everybody has to give their blood type and listen to the security rules under the surveillance of a paramedic. On this battlefield, a single mistake could be fatal. Slowly, the sun is rising as the team quietly walks in column to the polluted site. In the distance, explosions break the silence: “That's probably the NPA team destroying something,” a teammate says. Today’s clearance area covers about several square kilometers of paddle fields in a rural town of Cam Lo, right in the middle of Quang Tri. Around here, the team has already found one mortar and two cluster bombs. No doubt that today, they will find more. As they comb the field, detectors make a rhythmic, high pitched chatter. Regularly, one of them gives a loud squawk: “It may be a bomb, or may be just a piece of shrapnel,” says one of the officers. The smallest one that the team has just found after an hour of searching is among the worst. It takes a kind of perverse ingenuity to design such things: an airplane drops a mother pod, an elongated canister that springs open in midair. As many as 600 individual mini-bombs, smaller than a baseball, fly out in all directions, blanketing an area the size of three football fields and story first shared by Bangkok Jack, come over and join us, shredding anything in their path. As the unexploded ones rust away in the ground, some become inert, while others become unstable. You never know. “There’s a footprint to a cluster-bomb strike pattern that’s different from any other kind of blast,” Resad Junuzagic, NPA country director, explains. “If you find one or two bombs, you can assume there are others in the immediate area.” It helps, he said, that the U.S. Air Force has turned over many of its maps tracking the planned bombing runs, although pilots had discretion to drop bombs wherever they saw fit. Time is slowly passing by in the field. A few cluster bombs have been found. They are too instable to be removed, so they will be destroyed on site. Alone in the middle of the ground, a bomb disposal expert is setting explosives on the UXOs and covering the holes with sand bags, while the rest of the team evacuates the area and warns local people of the impending explosion with megaphones. “4…3…2…1… Fire!” shouts the team leader, before the deadly devices explode under the indifferent gaze of a few cows. Members of the MAG international clearance team destroy a stockpile of ammunition in Cam Lo District, Quang Tri Province, Vietnam. Photo by VnExpress/Xavier Bourgois Organizing the counterattack… for the long term. All the experts agree: it will be nigh-on impossible to remove all the remnants of the war in the region. But to organize the response, the different NGOs working on the ground, local people and the authorities have to work together. This is how they came to start the “RENEW” project in 2001, mostly funded by the NPA and the U.S. State Department, who coordinate the all the organizations involved and manage a huge database where all the clearance operations are recorded. But this is also a matter of risk education, especially for children, who visit every day the small Mine Action center museum, where they will learn the different types of explosives and how to react in front of those, while doing role-playing games. On the ground, these kinds of initiatives have had clear results. You just have to follow one of the emergency response teams. In some villages in the region, cluster bombs and mortars are buried just a meter from the road side and when the men in beige turn up, they are quickly joined by locals with numerous reports of suspicious devices buried under bushes, sand and even cemeteries that are still waiting to be cleared. It has been estimated that it will take 300 years to clear the land of Vietnam of all the weapons dropped and left behind so many years ago. And just by following the MAG and NPA teams for a day shows the incredible amount of work that still need to be done. "We are very confident with our approach and progress... and we expect to finish our job by 2020, so it's a five-year-period," says Junuzagic, the NPA director, as he was talking about the plan of getting rid of the UXOs entirely from the fields of Quang Tri. "It's a big difference when hundreds of years could be reduced to five, or even six or seven years." For very long time, people have spoken of removing every last piece of ammunitions and ordnances from the fields of Vietnam - an idea that largely remains, until at least the couple of years ago, a wishful thinking, an impossible task. Now, perhaps there is hope. NPA, MAG, and other NGOs have destroyed more than 370,000 UXOs over an area of 5,600 hectares (13,838 acres) in Quang Tri since 1998. No one knows how many war remnants still lie under this war-torn land, but for Junuzagic, he knows that it's time for him and his team to finally finish their supposedly "never-ending" job. Read the full article

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its-just-like-the-movies · 7 years ago

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Rampart (11, B+)

Why this film?: Natural Born Killers and The Edge of Seventeen were tempting choices, but everything I’d heard about Rampart’s politically rich storyline and ambitious execution made this an easy choice right off the bat. Plus, a character actor like Woody Harrelson in a lead role feels like the kind of treat more films should offer, especially when they’re as chameleonic as him.

The Film: What’s the right way to describe the impactful but imperfectly stitched way that Rampart holds itself together? “Raggedy” seems like a good option, given how the film bounces from character to character and plot strand to plot strand with little to suggest which direction it’s going to take from one scene to the next. “Rabid” might be a better descriptor of how comes across, its risky stylization and mangy narrative informed by an odious protagonist doing his damndest to hold onto a way of life he’s taken advantage of for his entire life and keeps relentlessly sabotaging, and one it frequently seems would be happy to get rid of him. The seams always appear to be showing, and not always in productive ways, though its unpredictable trajectory, ferocious acting and direction, and fascinating decisions about its lensing, editing, and sound mixing are so bracing and frequently impressive that it’s impossible not to notice them. A-list actors orbit Woody Harrelson’s central role as a deranged cop playing the kinds of bit roles that would be just as well served by far less recognizable names, the fact of their celebrity compared to the size of their roles and their whack-a-mole reappearances in the story as disorienting as the in-monologue editing and whiplash narrative turns. Rampart’s ability to disorient its audience is nicely synchronized with the downfall of a character who refusal to accept his defeat is frequently upending, his paranoid inability to grasp the consequences of his violent and prejudiced behavior too ensconced in decades of social acceptability for him to even compute the speed at which he’s being thrown in the trash.

As much as Rampart’s experimental design and pronounced assets are on display at all times, the film is even more confrontational with its politics. In this case, those politics are the tearing open of Dave Brown’s psychology of entitlement and bigotry, and the process by which a man of an era that seemed so alive a second ago is suddenly forced to reckon with his latest crimes, which somehow aren’t the worst things he’s ever done, and must reckon even more so with how changing tides have made what was once durigur behavior now completely unacceptable. His virulent bigotry and the safety he feels wielding it as a members of the LAPD’s Rampart division - even in the middle of a scandal that implicated over seventy officers in everything from bribery to murder - is realized in his very first dialogue scene, as regales tales of former glories with another cop while menacing a female trainee into finishing all of her fries at a lunch stop, asking her invasive questions as he and writer/director Oren Moverman boldly assert that this is the man who emblematizes what the police looked like in late-90’s LA. This is only further emphasized as he joy-rides his police cruiser through a group of Mexican mechanics in the parking lot of their cop and beats a suspect through the cheap, plastic windows of a drug store office to get information out of him, not just certain that he will suffer no consequences for this but even telling this trainee so as if it was an unspoken regulation. The grounded performances, observant shaky-cam and spry editing keep these sequences from becoming cartoonishly over-the-top, depicting Brown’s violent behavior as wholly mundane and completely corrosive at the same time. His teaching that his behavior is the norm of the LAPD to this woman points to a Training Day setup but wholly avoids it by refusing the idea that Brown is in any way a “bad apple” corrupting an otherwise decent system the way that Alonzo Harris was depicted as in his film. Everyone is like this, and there’s no indication a different cop would’ve shown her the ropes any differently.

This sense of entitlement bleeds into his home life, a precarious situation where Dave seems to co-habitat with his two ex-wives - who’re sisters - and the daughter apiece he had with each of them. The women don’t live in the same house, and Dave seems to find out whether he’ll spend the night with either of them or go bar-hopping to find some woman to share a hotel room with when he asks them if they want to have sex. Again, it’s a tribute to the actors for putting over such an unconventional scenario that could’ve died on arrival, but Cynthia Nixon and Anne Heche make the scenario completely credible as the make warm conversation and perry around his advances. Oldest daughter Helen, her hair messy dyed with blue streaks while wearing a 90’s art punk getup, is the only person in Dave’s life who’s openly antagonistic towards him, and the youngest is intuitive and happy to see her dad even if she’s clearly not too keyed in to the tensions around her family.

These establishing scenes of domestic and workplace tension, ones that will evolve and mutate as the story progresses, are just as impactful to watch as the moments where Brown enacts physical violence against an undeserving party or use his power as a cop to threaten some unfortunate employee into giving him a hotel room or pills. Jay Rabinowitz’s editing is so lean yet so spiky that we’re able to feel every shift of mood in Dave’s conversations or confrontations, sometimes cutting scenes as though leaving out bits of a conversation or monologue but more often than not finding unexpected angles to spy on sequences that appear to be playing out in real time. These choices dislodge a scene from any predictable beats as much as the performances do, and the vantage points that show us these sequences alternate between intimately close to the characters or at such a distance that it feeds into the overall mood of paranoia. Even if Dave’s eventual theory that he’s being used as a putz by such an unfathomable web of players from the LAPD higher-ups to family members, hookups, and ostensible allies, feels like nothing more than a right-wing conspiracy theory, the editing expertly plays into these delusions without santifying them. The plot-starting scene of him beating a Hispanic motorist to the brink of death for T-boning his police cruiser and trying to flee the scene is executed with brutal economy, by Dave and the storytellers, and it’s perfectly in tandem with their presentation of non-violent scenes and control of mood throughout the film.

From here Rampart bunny-hops between different plotlines and characters seemingly at random. It’s hard to pinpoint a coherent logic to how these scenes connect to one another - either they do or they don’t, and this disorganization might be Rampart’s most significant hurdle to overcome for viewers to get into the film. Individual plotlines are picked up in bursts and dropped for extended periods of time, creating evocative moods that leave the actors to fill in the gaps between individual characters while the plot moves ever onwards. Even as the methodology behind how these stories scrape against each other is never quite clear on a scene-by-scene level, the cumulative portrait of a man going off the deep end in order to keep his dying way of life intact still hits. The film is merciless in picking apart how Dave is propped up by the status given to him as a white male police officer, his bigotry and paranoia so acidic that the background context of the Rampart scandal almost doesn’t matter in informing who this man is. He’s an endemic source of misogyny and racism, propagating his ideologies with the assurance of systemic cooperation that calling them delusions of grandeur gives them too little credit. His biggest calling card as a police officer, the one that earned him the moniker “Date-Rape” Dave, comes from the fact that he’s all but admitted to having executed an accused serial date-rapist rather than taking the man into custody, fabricating a story that he feared for his life trying to arrest him. An older white cop suggests that Dave facing any consequences is so out of the norm that the whole thing must’ve been a set-up, from the driver he beat to the person who filmed the incident to the government officials seeking to see him punished for his actions. Feeding in to Dave’s already-existing paranoia and neuroses about women and people of color, of any non-cop in any job who disrespects his authority, this conspiracy web soon encompasses his ex-wives, his current fuck buddy, the old man himself, as Dave turns to blackmail and criminal actions to keep himself afloat. Rampart balances a tricky line between objectivity and subjectivity, many of its choices seemingly influenced by the paranoia of its protagonist even as the film is able to stand apart from his rancor and hold it up to a microscope, dissecting his bullshit for all it’s worth.

It helps tremendously that these characters are written and directed so sharply, and that their interpreters make so many specific and charismatic decisions in bringing them to life while avoiding cliche or cartooning. Woody Harrelson, sporting a skinhead-lite haircut and a wiry, muscular physicality, emanates the size and danger of his character’s bigotry while keeping him scaled to uncomfortably human size. Brie Larson’s righteously pissed-off daughter and Robin Wright’s sad, carnal, and increasingly suspect friend with benefits may very well be the most startling performances after Harrelson’s, though Nixon, Heche, Sigourney Weaver, Ned Beatty, Ben Foster, Ice Cube, Steve Buscemi, and Audra McDonald are just as inspiring for evoking such sharp personalities with minimal screen time and unexpected entrances and exits. Everyone is able to keep a firm grip on their characters while connecting threads over gaps in appearance and in information, their relationships to Dave changing dramatically over the course of the film without ever seeming forced. Whatever can be said about Moverman and James Ellroy’s script in terms of its scene-by-scene structure, the trajectory of their story is so powerful and unpredictable that its secrets are worth keeping.

If the preceding paragraphs have repeatedly illustrated how essential Moverman’s direction is in making the script’s shifts of attention in to something potent and coherent and how commendable his negotiation of ensemble is, his dissection of Dave Brown and everything he represents is still feels like the film’s crowning glory. Rampart is not a message film that reduces its characters and scenarios to pandering stereotype or secretly condones the horrific behavior and bigoted mindset it’s supposed to be critiquing. Moverman and Harrelson make Dave Brown a fascinating and rancid character to be attached to for almost two hours, and Rampart proves itself to be a riveting character study that’s able to rip apart everything its lead man represents without dismissing him out of hand. It’s an invaluable study of white male toxicity as enabled by a police uniform, one that surely would have gotten more traction if it had a bigger distribution in 2011, but perhaps even more so if it had come out a few years later. It’s crucial to mention that the beating of the driver is not, ultimately, the crime that brings down Dave Brown, nor is the crime he confesses near the film’s climax to the FBI in the hopes of going out on his own terms what does him in. Rampart’s study of the cops who would almost kill a motorist and bully a fellow officer into eating something she didn’t want to doesn’t say that these are the actions that will cause their betters to kick them out, instead positing that these men will implode from so much internal and external pressure to keep from sinking. The actual ending plays like a leading up to a horror film, as Brown and Helen lock eyes before he slinks off into the unknown with the knowledge he could be arrested at any moment. It’s open-ended to the point of becoming an ellipses, unresolved while suggesting a whole film of possibilities lies on the other side of this scene. So, Rampart ends as it began, messy and unclean and dangerous, its ideologies unimpeachable, its execution so ambitious that what leaves something to be desired can even be construed into a productive part. Technically, Dave Brown ends the film still out in the world. But his clock is ticking faster.

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spectrumpsp · 4 years ago

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Recognizing Delirium in Home Hospice

Delirium Signs and Symptoms

Delirium is an intense confusional state which can cause an unexpected change in the mind, mental disarray, and passionate breakdown. It happens possibly due to beneath:

Fundamental condition substance/prescription harmfulness

Withdrawal of a substance/drug poisonous

It makes it extreme to focus, perceive, cause lack of sleep, and can't focus. Patients face intensely with abrupt beginning of mental component changes, tangible movement aggravations, and social declarations and unsettling.

Intellectual changes need cognizance, bewilderment, mental vulnerability, disarray, scattered reasoning example can't focus, labile effect, and psychosis

Unremitting unsettling influences including disillusionment, fancies, insanity, and pipe dreams

Conduct unsettling influences including nervousness, bother, disturbance, disinhibition, irritation, restless and fractiousness

Variance, disposition swings, or waxing/winding down in side effects during the entire day

Ridiculousness has different sub types, which are to be classified as:

Hyperactive – Continuous emotional episodes, perceptual changes in cognizance, Psycho motor unsettling, inconvenience, aggravations, and that might be joined by mind-set lability don't help out clinical consideration and decline to gain any clinical consideration contemplation

Hypo active – Fatigue, body solidness, absence of energy, Psycho motor hindrance, discouraged temperament, withdrawal, and hesitant of performing proactive tasks joined by dormancy and laziness that approaches absence of basic mental capacity daze

Blended – Both highlights of hyperactive and hypo active people show changes in conduct that varies day by day

Causes In The Palliative Care Setting

Practically any vacillation or change in regular exercises or aggravation of ordinary physiology can bring about ridiculousness. Patients with serious ailments are explicitly more helpless against advancement since they have extreme, confounded, changing clinical issues. Various drugs for the treatment of sickness are more dependent upon mediation.

Normal, ordinarily can be eliminated/settled:

Prescriptions (for example narcotics, steroids, benzodiazepines, anticholinergic medications)

Withdrawal (for example from benzodiazepines, narcotics, liquor)

Obstruction – Infrequent or difficult to pass stool

Urinary Retention – Inability to purge the bladder

Parchedness – Low degree of fluid in the body

More uncommon, ordinarily are frequently taken out/settled whenever lined up with objectives of care:

Metabolic unsettling influence (for example hypernatremia)

Frailty lack of red platelets

Hypoxemia-low degree of oxygen content

More uncommon, generally can't be taken out/settled:

Way to inversion isn't appropriate and contradictory with objectives of care (for example blood draws for labs, strategies)

Organ Failure – Dysfunction, liberated insusceptible reaction of body organ (for example renal, hepatic, respiratory)

CNS Pathology – Infection brought about by a wide assortment of organic entities like infection, microorganisms, parasites (for example tumor/metastasis, non-convulsive status epilepticus)

Indicative Failure – The issue in intellectual and framework mistake is that a symptomatic workup didn't track down a reversible etiology

Remedial Failure – Failure to achieve the treatment objectives bringing about deficient treatment a period restricted helpful preliminary is a disappointment at switching the wooziness

Counteraction

Forestalling wooziness begins with patients who are at high danger for fever. Characteristics include:

Age ≥ 65 years

Pattern psychological decay, hidden hindrance frameworks, for example, carelessness known as dementia

Vision issue as low vision, obscured, terrible visual perception or hearing

Low practical status, brokenness of the organ

Serious or basic ailment

Liquor abuse an example of drinking is abuse that prompts mischief to one's well being

Wretchedness mind-set problem, steady sensation of misery, bitterness

Current hip break

Post-medical procedure care after a surgery

Audit Medications

Attempt to diminish the quantity of portions and endeavor to cinch down the quantity of complete drugs utilized

Suspend, quit utilizing drugs that can bring about rare and hard to pass stools (blockage) or drying out

Stay away from and quit utilizing ideal recommended prescription, the executives, and the organization that stop and interfere with patients' ordinary rest cycle and wake-up daily schedule

Breaking point and control the utilization of prescriptions if conceivable that are related with incoherence (for example anticholinergics (e.g, diphenhydramine, scopolamine), benzodiazepines (for example lorazepam), narcotics (for example morphine), and corticosteroids (for example dexamethasone).

At the point when obliviousness and evasion are improper, not plausible for the patient's generally magnificent and ideal consideration, mitigate dose(s) to the gentle, littlest, and best

Utilize non-drug measures:

Furnish and Equip patient with advanced, apparent tickers and schedules

Make open glasses and portable amplifiers

Energize occurrences of moving, activity ambulation helps stop the advancement of stroke

Support and empower make ordinary rest wake cycle

Screen for signs and side effects and think about screening devices to trigger further appraisal:

Less clearness, mindfulness, or data of the climate

Failure to center, stay stable, maintain, or shift consideration

A modification in comprehension like neglect, mental disarray, bewilderment, language issue, aggravation, or a perceptual disarray like frustration pipedreams, disarray, or fancies

Upset rest design

Unusual psychomotor action

Passionate breakdown, aggravations like dread, outrage, discouragement, indifference, nervousness, or rapture

Screening

Screening devices recognize the presence of intellectual debilitation however may not analyze incoherence minus any additional appraisal. Mental status assessment and audit of indicative standards are needed to affirm the analysis of wooziness.

The Confusion Assessment Method (CAM)

Is perhaps the most generally utilized evaluating devices for wooziness. The presence of highlights 1, 2 either 3 or 4 beneath, may prompt an incoherence finding.

Highlight 1: Acute Onset or Fluctuating course

Highlight 2: Inattention, Inability to zero in on

Highlight 3: Unorganized, Muddled Thinking

Highlight 4: Altered and Disturb Level of Consciousness

The Memorial Delirium Assessment Scale (MDAS)

Intended to gauge the force, 10-thing, four-point spectator appraised size of incoherence with sequential perceptions. It incorporates investigation of aggravations, disarray, and absence of cognizance (mindfulness), direction, momentary memory, digit range, consideration inadequacy, coordinated reasoning, discernment, daydreams, psycho motor action, and excitement in a way that mirrors every one of the principle demonstrative measures as per the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for Mental disorder. This instrument has the Mini-Mental Status Examination (MMSE) to survey and screen daze in numerous establishments.

The Bedside Confusion Scale

This is another apparatus to screen, screen and longitudinally follow incoherence in palliative consideration. The scale evaluates the capacity to present the a year in invert request and of cognizance state. Sequential sevens and spelling words, for example, "ranch" or "world" in reverse are other standard consideration tests.

The board

In the circle of an emergency clinic setting, and inside the shortfall of cutting edge disorder, incoherence show a few chances to invert the basic reasons; yet inside the palliative consideration setting, staggeringly near the finish of life, reversible causes don't appear to be sufficient, the exertion even the astute clinicians have a negligible decision anyway to oversee apparently. Palliative consideration clinicians are known to rapidly end the patient indications and supply backing to families and parental figures.

Workup or create something ought to depend on the individual patient's ailment status and guess

Audit and examine the drug list, coordinate and associate changes in prescription to the beginning of the manifestations, address poly pharmacy, suspend meds adding to hindrance, and tighten meds that could hasten extra issues

Utilize reversible causes, for example, drug withdrawal and contamination when lined up with objectives of care

It could be more helpful for not many patients, and results will be more beneficial to treat the incoherence instead of quest for the hidden reason

At the point when the rectification of essential issues and reasons for ridiculousness is undetected and not possible, the ordinary consideration movements to side effect the board

Non-Pharmacological Management

It incorporates predictable patient reorientation and consolation, dependable presence of relatives and dear companions, formation of a quiet and natural climate, and appropriate evaluation and the executives of tactile shortages, for example hearing misfortune (usefulness of portable amplifiers) and vision (require eyeglasses).

Guarantee well-being keep the condition of being same from conceivable peril and damage

Supply with satisfactory nourishment and hydration

Stay away from and avoid actual ruins and limitations

Reduce exorbitant incitement

Routinely screen and update patients and guarantee the patient of his or their security

Support family or some other part near being at bedside

Pharmacological mediation include:

Anti psychotics, normally haloperidol (be that as it may, second-age anti psychotics have been referred to as of late)

Benzodiazepines in select circumstances, and narcotics. Utilize the less successful portion of a medicine for the most limited span conceivable

Anti psychotics are viewed as the main line for possibly reversible insanity and might be utilized in blend with benzodiazepines and different narcotics for irreversible wooziness. Haloperidol (Haldol) is the need prescription.

Benzodiazepines are considered for irreversible daze and should stay away for conceivably reversible hyperactive incoherence except if anti psychotics don't control disturbance. Benzodiazepines are regularly answerable for daze precipitation and may compound daze emerging from different causes. Benzodiazepines are not viable as monotherapy and are suggested as an enhancement as it were. Models incorporate lorazepam (Ativan) and midazolam (Versed).

Different tranquilizers might be gainful for irreversible wooziness and are saved for tumult control, in opposition to any remaining means. Medicine models incorporate phenobarbital and propofol (Diprivan).

The Anti psychotic Debate

A few clinicians experience antipsychotics as helpful cures in low dosages to give brief, palliative alleviation data transfer capacity, while non-pharmacological measures do present.

Others accepted that insanity pharmacological administration with antipsychotics has been a quick wellspring of compound restriction and is for the most part not down to earth.

Truly, the anti psychotic class isn't new to public worry over excluded antagonistic impacts. In 2005, the FDA gave an unpredictable framework cautioning for all anti psychotic marking dependent on expanded death rates in older patients with dementia. The danger of death in drug-treated patients was 1.6 to 1.7 occasions the danger in the fake treatment bunch. The best condition was cardiovascular (for example cardiovascular breakdown, unexpected demise) or contamination (for example pneumonia). Security with the deficient proof to help the normal utilization of anti psychotics to forestall or treat incoherence, there is sufficient motivation to stop prior to choosing an anti psychotic for insanity the executives.

In 2017, discoveries of an arbitrary control preliminary achieved another conversation regarding the matter. The examination bunch included for patients with gentle to direct ridiculousness in a medical clinic setting, agents thought that it was less helpful from a low portion of risperidone or haloperidol than fake treatment. The discoveries were intriguing. Nonetheless, the patient populace, setting, and results estimated made it trying to comprehend it comprehensively. In any case, the preliminary's distribution prompted various meta-examinations organized and orderly audits in the previous three years on ridiculousness pharmacological administration.

In the Annals of Internal Medicine, a new organized audit distributed where specialists tried to research anti psychotic treatment advantages and damage in hospitalized grown-up patients with incoherence.

Taking all things together, 16 randomized controlled preliminaries and ten observational investigations with distributions going from 2004 to 2017 were inspected.

Discoveries

Agents investigate no distinction in sedation status, insanity term, medical clinic length of stay, or mortality among haloperidol and second-age anti psychotics versus fake treatment

There is no distinction in haloperidol's daze seriousness and intellectual working versus second-age anti psychotics, with deficient or no proof for anti psychotics versus fake treatment

In spite of the fact that there was some proof that shows that neurological damages related with momentary utilization of anti psychotics for treating wooziness in grown-up inpatients

Moreover, conceivably unsafe heart impacts happen all the more regularly in those controlled anti psychotics

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saintsnsinnersbdb · 4 years ago

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The Investigation: Deliverance Part 13

Written by @PegLegPhury and @TohrSASRP

Phury: -I had been over the events of the prior weeks in my head thousands of times. My brain hurt from all the angles I attempted to see. Talia was out of control, got in league with drugs, and was on a dark path. She knew of mine but had not known the full story and how bad it got. I was steeling my nerves to talk to her about the full truth.

I knocked on Tohr’s office door, I needed someone to talk to in order to confirm my idea was a good one and wouldn’t just fuel the rebellion fire. There were consequences to her running off and there was another reason too. It appeared another Chosen had decided to run off. I would need him to run the trace program on her phone. I walk in.- Tohr, what’s doing? -I hadn’t really talked to him since I sent the text when she was found, now I had to admit I lost another Chosen, would he see me as the failure I considered myself?- @TohrSASRP

Tohr: There’s something to be said about copious amounts of paperwork. It forces you to stay sober despite how much you’d love to see the ass-end of who’s-even-counting-anymore bottles of whiskey, vodka, and whatever else one could kidnap from the various bars around the manse when no one was looking. Tohr furrowed a brow as he was looking over Leethall’s admission papers, reading over the notes he had made during his interrogation of the kid. Impressions of bottled-up anger, tendency to have a violent temper, and how sloppy he got when his temper flared. Plenty to work with but the kid had fucking potential. Definitely a blooded son of a Brother, that much was clear with all that raw talent in the boy. Tohr’s thoughts were interrupted by a knocking and he soon packed away the papers, crossing his arms as he leaned back into his chair. “Enter,” he said shortly, halfway expecting a trainee to come in. The massive form of his brother surprised him, causing him to arch a brow. “What’s doing, brother?” he asked Phury, his expression changing subtly to one of concern rather than the stern face he had taken to always have. Phury: -Sitting in the chair offered, a hand scrubbed over my face.- I need your help on a couple of things. First … should I tell Talia the truth of my addiction? I seem to be in a space of I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t with that one. I don’t want to encourage her to do it again but she needs to know the path she’s on will lead her to that destruction. She already overdosed once I don’t want the next call to be to come to get her body.

And I need help reading a phone trace. Greyhson, she’s missing now too, if it’s not one Chosen sneaking out it’s another. I swear I am a fucking failure, maybe the Scribe should have enlisted someone more competent than myself. I’m failing the Chosen at every turn. I can’t even keep them safe. -Handing over the paper with the newly missing Chosen’s cell number written on it for the program.-

-Stopping my own pity party and looking up I see how tired my Brother is and now I was adding to it.- Fuck, Tohr I’m sorry. I can just go to V if you’re too busy. You really do need an assistant.

Tohr: Listening to Phury’s troubles certainly was still something Tohr was getting used to. The Brother had always been secretive, carrying his pain on the inside. Hearing him finally opening up and seeking help active was still something Tohr was getting used to, but it made him happy. Relieved and happy, to be exact. As soon as Phury mentioned the phone-tracking, Tohr opened up the program, letting it load as he continued to give Phury his attention. He reached out and patted his Brother’s arm softly. “You, my Brother, are not failing anyone. You are doing the best you can in a duty that is new to you,” he said and nodded. “The Chosen have always been secluded until now. It’s only natural for a transition period to occur and in no way, is it your fault.”

Tohr ran a hand over his own face, shaking his head softly. Was it really that obvious he was exhausted? Had to be, since someone had picked up on it. He looked to his brother and offered a smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry. The paperwork is just doing my head in,” he said and motioned around to the office that was overflowing with papers and folders. “Greyhson’s phone, you say?” he said and took the paper, typing the number into the program. “Sal’s is the last signal in the system. When do you want to beat feet there, Brother?” he asked as he pulled a .45 from a drawer.”

Phury: -Nodding my thank you to Tohr for his words, they resonated deeper than he knew. I respected the hell out of my Brother and the headache he had stepped in to with the training program. He had all of our support and confidence. It may not have actually been my fault, but it felt that way. Perhaps I was still my own worst enemy in a way. Tohr had trusted me to come to my own conclusion, maybe I needed to trust myself as well.-

-When he mentioned Sal’s, I perked up. What the hell was she doing there? It seemed Tohr was done behind the desk for the night and he was offering to go with. Glad I was already dressed and armed I nodded.-

Ready when you are Brother.

-I could think about my other issues later, what was important was getting this Chosen home before she met any unsavory characters. After collecting myself, I head outside with Tohr and dematerialize to the alley behind Sal’s. As soon as my feet hit the ground I could smell the familiar scents of herbs and spices. The restaurant was famous for its flavor. I look over to Tohr and another silent nod of communication as we stepped into the restaurant immediately surveying the area, but I didn’t see Greyhson. I growled a low curse.-

What the fuck is going on?

Tohr: Tohr was out of the office in a hurry, swinging by his room to properly arm himself up with leathers and daggers before heading out with Phury, dematerializing and cracking his neck as his molecules reformed in the alley by his Brother. Sal’s was as it always had been. A place that smelled incredible and made your mouth water for the food iAm cooked inside the kitchen. It was obvious Greyhson was not in the restaurant but Phury’s growling was starting to gain looks. Tohr placed an arm on his Brother’s shoulder. “Easy now. Let’s go check out the security tapes in the back. She was here, so there’s bound to be a tape of what happened to her.” With a nod to the staff, Tohr went into the back of the establishment and tapped the worker in there on the shoulder. “Take 10 minutes to get an update from the kitchen,” he said, rummaging around in the poor kid’s brain for a second, watching the human trotting off without a care on the world to get clued in on what the kitchen needed. Tohr then sat down and started working the machines, pulling up footage of Greyhson outside the restaurant and playing the footage for Phury to see.

Phury: -It was a damn good thing he came with, I was scaring the humans. I stalked off toward the office with him to get the information we needed. Greyhson wasn’t here. I had failed again and lost another of the treasured females. Fuck I seriously doubted myself on this.-

What is that? -I point at a corner of the screen when I see a female that resembles her.- Slow down the footage.

-Watching it several times, attempting to identify what is going on in the moments, I tightened the grip on the hilt of my dagger to keep me in place. With everything going on we now had a Chosen that was truly missing. My previous guess was wrong. I was no longer hungry for the food the building offered, the scents no longer held my attention.-

Tohr, do you recognize who this is? -Pointing at another visage in the tape, the question dripped with acid as I spoke. There was no mistaking what that was, the blonde hair, the sunken features.- Fuck!

Tohr: Watching the tape made Tohr’s stomach stir. A fucking lesser of all things approaching any vampire was shit news, but a lesser approaching a Chosen was shit news that had been skullfucked. There was absolutely nothing good about this in any way, shape, or form. “Shit fuck,” the Brother added before he pulled back his upper lip, his fangs fully exposed as he snarled. The lessers were getting too damn cocky taking females like this. A small lightbulb went off in Tohr’s head and he looked to his Brother, his eyes narrowed and concentrated. “That kid, Leethall. He said he came to Caldwell to investigate females vanishing. I think we just found our fucking culprit to that mystery. We need to send intel to the others, all hands-on fucking deck” he said and looked to Phury. “We need the entire brotherhood on this one, to have a chance of finding her.” Phury: -The growls rattled the glass in the office. Those baby powder fucks. The lesser touched a Chosen, he cracked her on the head and stole her. This was one of my worst fears realized, I had failed to keep her safe and now she was paying the consequence if she hadn’t already paid the ultimate.-

I’m on it.

-I flipped out my phone and called Vishous and Z quickly after to have them make the rounds of contact. Greyhson had been kidnapped and we needed to find her.- Had she fed from anyone recently? Could we use that bond?

-Was there traffic cam footage?- Can we get the footage from outside? Are there cameras outside? -Looking at the file listing reading the camera titles. Letting Tohr take the lead on the tech shit I knew I was liable to break the computer if I lashed out like I was doing on my phone. Soon all the Brothers would be informed. We needed the trainees too. It was going to be time for everyone to hit the ground running-

I need to send the Chosen back temporarily till she is found, we can’t leave them unprotected while we search for Greyhson.

Tohr: Tohr listened to Phury’s questions, his hands working fast on the keyboard. Not as masterful as V, but all his admin work at a PC had given him a few skills when typing. “Let’s see..” Tohr pulled up the outside surveillance, looking over the parking-lot footage and cursed, nearly biting his lower lip as he watched the screens. “Fucker knew how to stay in the blind-spots,” he said pointing to Greyhson being dragged along.

He suddenly paused the footage and pointed to the screen, smirking. “Bingo, license-plate and make of the getaway car. Go figure, a shitty Honda”. Tohr noted down the license number and nodded. “V can roll with this, I’m sure of it, anyone responding yet?” He asked and made sure to email V all the relevant footage before deleting it from the memory of the computer. “It took off towards the east, so maybe we can snoop around, see what we might find while everyone else is gathering up”. Tohr looked to Phury, offering him a soft look. A rarity given the many recent circumstances. “I can’t tell you what to do, Phury. But, at the very least they all deserve to know why if you do send them off,” he said as he looked to his Brother. “Your mission here was to give them freedom of choice. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity for them to have just that. Given them the option and the reality, but let them choose whether they stay here or go back to safety?” He suggested. “It’s your decision of course.” Phury: -I nod to the question of responses.- Brothers and several trainees are getting strapped now. They should be on the hunt within minutes.

-Looking back at the footage, seeing barely a glimpse of the male dragging off one of our females. It stung bad- what was she even doing here? Why was she out without an escort?

-The mention of going east pulls me from the thought.-

Yeah, let’s get moving. Maybe we can beat the fuck out of something tonight. Let me know if there’s a hit on the Honda. Till then do we want to try the old stomping grounds? Maybe they went back to one of them.

-Grabbing my shit and following Tohr out of the restaurant, more than a little ready to fight tonight.-

Tohr: As soon as Tohr was out of the restaurant he nodded to Phury. “I was thinking the same thing,

Just to see if there’s some sort of trail we can follow,” he said and pulled out a map on his phone, showing it to Phury. He pointed out a few key areas eastward, sending coordinates out to the trainees and his fellow brothers. “Let’s get going. The sooner the better. I’ve sent images of the Honda and license plate to everyone, so they know what to look out for and asked if anyone has recently fed from her,” he said and nodded. “Let’s head off to the first area and see what we might come up with.”

Phury: -The Brother was thorough. I enjoyed working alongside him, our brains sometimes worked on the same wavelength. His phone showed the warehouses, and the rural house we had raided previously.- Do you think they’d be dumb enough? -Already knowing the answer, it was yes.- After you, Brother. -Dematerializing to the tree cover at the first location Tohrment wanted to check out. It wasn’t a secret Tohr was a great strategist. He had the ability to calm and rally his troops.-

-Stepping out from the trees and inching closer to the house. I watch for traps and movement within the house. I couldn’t see anything. I waited after several steps, weapons drawn and ready to demolish any lesser who dared appear.-

Tohr: “Given how ballsy kidnapping a Chosen is, I’d say our boy is stupid enough to go to an old location, thinking we won’t search there,” he said. He wasn’t sure how much he meant it, but Phury definitely needed some form of hope. They all did, but Phury the most. Greyhson was at the end of the day his responsibility and this had to be tearing him apart from the inside, given how twitchy his brother was. Despite the area being a rather large one, it really came in handy that both Tohr and Phury were seasoned warriors. It didn’t take long to scope out the shithole they were at, but sadly it only amounted to a whole lot of wasted time. Tohr frequently checked his phone receiving reports of the same nature from both trainees and the other brothers. Just a fuckload of nothing but empty warehouses, farms, barns, and outhouses. Well, shit. The place was completely abandoned after they had last raided the place. Back then it had been a storage facility for the Lessening society, containing a couple of jars and they had already been stored in the Brotherhood’s secret cave.

“Looks like flyboy has some brains, so we need to find out if she has fed someone or been feeding herself” he explained and crossed his arms. He walked around inside the abandoned farm, his shitkicker making contact with a support beam, leaving behind a nice deep impression of the sole of his boot. “FUCK!” Time was really of the essence now.

#TheInvestigation #Deliverance #PartThirteen #ToBeContinued #SaintsNSinners #BDB #SAASBDB

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Locker

A locker is a small, usually narrow storage compartment. They are commonly found in dedicated cabinets, very often in large numbers, in various public places such as locker rooms, workplaces, middle and high schools, transport hubs and the like.

General description and characteristics

Lockers are normally quite narrow, of varying heights and tier arrangements. Width and depth usually conform to standard measurements, although non-standard sizes are occasionally found. Public places with lockers often contain large numbers of them, such as in a school. They are usually made of painted sheet metal.

The characteristics that usually distinguish them from other types of cabinet or cupboard or storage container are:

· They are usually equipped with a lock, or at least a facility for padlocking (occasionally both).

· They are usually intended for use in public places, and intended for the short- or long-term private use of individuals for storing clothing or other personal items. Users may rent a locker for a single use or for a period of time for repeated use. Some lockers are offered as a free service to people partaking of certain activities that require the safekeeping of personal items.

· There are usually, but not always, several of them joined together.

Lockers are usually physically joined together side by side in banks, and are commonly made from steel, although wood, laminate, and plastic are other materials sometimes found. Steel lockers which are banked together share side walls, and are constructed by starting with a complete locker; further lockers may then be adding by constructing the floor, roof, rear wall, door, and just one extra side wall, the existing side wall of the previous locker serving as the other side wall of the new one. The walls, floors, and roof of lockers may be either riveted together (the more traditional method) or, more recently, welded together.

Locker doors usually have some kind of ventilation to provide for the flow of air to aid in cleanliness. These vents usually take the form of a series of horizontal angled slats at the top and bottom of the door, although sometimes parallel rows of small square or rectangular holes are found instead, running up and down the door. Less often, the side or rear walls may also have similar ventilation.

Locker doors usually have door stiffeners fixed vertically to the inside of the door, in the form of a metal plate welded to the inner surface, and protruding outward a fraction of an inch, thus adding to the robustness of the door and making it harder to force open.

Variable characteristics of lockers

There are a number of features or characteristics which may vary in lockers. Because purchasers will need to specify what they want in each of these when ordering, it is more common to order a particular configuration rather than buy "off the shelf" in a shop, although certain very common configurations can be found in shops fairly easily. These features include:

· Bank size: It does not necessarily refer to the total number of compartments, but rather the number of compartments wide the entire cabinet is. So a bank of three may contain six lockers, for example, if they are two-tier lockers.

· Tiers: may be specified as single-tier (full height), two-tier, three-tier, etc.

· Material: steel , wood, plastic, or laminate are sometimes used.

· Locking options: Key locking options include flush locks, cam locks, or locks incorporated into a rotating handle etc.

· Number of locking points: Locker doors may lock with either single- or three-point locking, etc.

· Dimensions :

Width: Lockers are usually designed in standard widths

Depth

Height

Colour

Steel thickness

Sloping tops

Types and applications

There are a number of less standard lockers that are offered by various manufacturers. These include:

· Gun lockers or safes are specifically designed for the secure storage of guns and ammunition.

· Heavy-duty or high-security lockers are similar to the standard models, but are usually made from thicker steel, and have three-point locking, regardless of the number of tiers involved. .

· Laundry lockers are used in places like hospitals and food-processing workplaces where uniforms have to be collected, laundered, then returned to their owners.

· Services lockers are extra-wide lockers used by fire or police services, and typically have a number of different compartments within a single door to accommodate different pieces of equipment used by fire or police personnel, such as special shelves to accommodate helmets, boots, and so on.

· School lockers may be single- or two-tier, and are fitted with internal divisions or shelves to accommodate both hanging space and room for storing textbooks.

· Perforated lockers are similar to the standard types of locker, but the door and walls are made largely or entirely of perforated steel, with hundreds of holes creating a strong mesh arranged in a diagonal pattern.

· Executive lockers are larger units, not banked but free-standing, that include several compartments, including a full wardrobe-type hanging compartment, as well as a number of other smaller compartments for varied uses.

· Waterproof lockers: These are one of the more common types of lockers that are mainly found in wet areas such as swimming pools, gyms, health and fitness clubs etc.

Abolition of lockers

the state of being abolished: the abolition of war; the abolition of capital punishment ;the abolition of unfair taxes.

Example :In schools without lockers, students are sometimes provided with two complete sets of textbooks, one set being kept at school for use in class, and the other being kept at home for referring to for homework, thus limiting the amount of heavy carrying that would otherwise be required without having lockers to store them in between classes.[1] However, research has shown an increase in the incidence of back injuries in some students, which has been directly attributed to the lack of lockers for storing books in, thus forcing students to spend more time carrying heavy loads of books in backpacks.

#locker

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