#Proper Installation

[generalroyalairconditioner]

As temperatures rise and fall, homeowners often seek ways to improve the efficiency and performance of their HVAC systems. One essential project that can make a significant difference is air conditioner installation. Installing a new air conditioning unit or replacing an old one with a more energy-efficient model is an investment in your home’s comfort and long-term energy savings. Whether you’re upgrading an outdated system or installing air conditioning for the first time, choosing the right unit and ensuring proper installation is key.

[arrowheadsuperiorpartsllc]

For businesses in the food service industry, keeping kitchen equipment running smoothly is essential. However, maintaining equipment often requires costly repairs or replacements. Fortunately, you don’t have to break the bank to get the parts you need. By sourcing low-cost OEM parts, you can keep your equipment running without exceeding your budget. Below are some effective strategies for saving on OEM food equipment parts while ensuring high quality.

[arrowheadsuperiorrefrigeration]

Keeping your refrigeration systems running smoothly is crucial for operational efficiency. If you’re in Peoria, Arizona, and experiencing issues with your cooling systems, reaching out to a refrigeration technician in Peoria, Arizona, can make all the difference. These professionals are adept at diagnosing and repairing various refrigeration issues, ensuring your systems operate at peak efficiency. Regular maintenance and timely repairs not only prolong the life of your equipment but also prevent unexpected breakdowns that could disrupt your business. A skilled technician can provide insights into optimizing your refrigeration setup, which helps in avoiding costly interruptions and maintaining your operational flow.

[millersairconditioningrefrig]

Maintaining a comfortable indoor environment year-round is essential for commercial properties. Air conditioning services in Brooklyn, New York, offer various solutions to ensure consistent climate control. From routine maintenance to emergency repairs, these services provide the necessary support to keep your HVAC system running smoothly and efficiently.

[rabinrestorationremodeling]

When considering remodeling services, one crucial aspect to focus on is choosing the right roofing material for your home. The climate can be diverse, with hot summers, cold winters, and frequent rainstorms. Therefore, it's essential to select a roofing material that can withstand these varying weather conditions while providing optimal protection for your home.

[fortycds]

Three of Emily O’Leary’s hand-hooked dog rugs (@emiliaoleary); bottom two photos were shot by Bucky Miller for an installation in his Wraymour&Flanigan project (strongly recommend seeing the full installation photos!)

[galahues]

gorororororo

[realreadysetrose]

I’m afraid I can’t do that, Dirk

[pseudophan]

Nora please fr I'm v confused - why do Europeans not just get portable window a/c units? They're like $100 USD and you can adjust them to any window size. Should I mail you one? Do they not have them in europe?

they're more expensive here at least, the cheapest one i could find last i checked was $400 and all the reviews are like this is useless and sounds like a jet engine 😭 also window size is one thing but the type of windows we have here don't fit the us ones, idek if they make any that do fit i think you need to buy like a separate thing to attach to it or something

i think i would probably invest in one if i stayed in the uk, but here our heatwaves (while still a nightmare) are so short it's kinda not worth it. at least not considering i have to store it the rest of the year and our apartment is tiny

[pushing500]

Goodbye Melissa, LeJeune, Hummel, and Eugenia (and Xerxes the wildebeest)! Mechi threw you a lovely farewell party. He hopes you enjoy your time at Arwell so much that you never come back! <3

Mechi can never turn down a sibling sob story. Hits too close to home. Also, Wetherbee is an adorable name, so that helps.

Probably the only time Mechi has regretted sending people away so quickly. Alas and alack, he will have to be disappointed with this inspiration. Sorry, Mechi.

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[moran-with-a-g]

Ugly sobbing in bed at 3am because I took a shower earlier and when I finished there was a dead cockroach next to my foot that wasn't there when I got in and because I sat down to eat afterwards and then I saw this huge alive motherfucker on my chair and it started flying around the apartment and tried to fly at me.

I managed to get the alive one out and the dead one is still on the floor of my shower and I'm too scared to try and move it because I'm scared it's actually alive and also because it's literally massive and I cannot touch it.

Yeah anyways did not expect to get a full on panic attack because of a goddamn cockroach. I don't usually have such a big issue with them. But here we are.

[holocene-sims]

i love it ❣️

alternate caption: adventures in alpha hair

[033h]

The met doesn’t call these 供石/scholars rocks, they only say that they are supposed to look like mountains, which they are. But they don’t mention that they are not carved but found in nature, and are intended to stimulate contemplation through observing the natural contours of the stone! Sitting in front of this giant horse also gave me a great sense of peace!

[achlysfx]

To all the DA fans who are disappointed (however big or small your reasons may be) with Veilguard, use this as your support post. 💜

I'll still stream DAV at launch despite my own personal disappointments, but I want you to know that you're not alone!

May The Dread Wolf Take You.

[short-for-melancholy]

'ooh ill learn how to make gifs nicely i prommy ill learn how to do it well and i wont just use online gif maker websites' <- lies i say to people

[hiemaldesirae]

The Hazbin Graduate’s Guide to Homicide (3)

HAZBIN'S MIDSEMESTER STUDENT REPORT Student: Vox Vanhal Supervising Staff: Professor Enoch Leviathan Sponsor: Not Applicable To the Board: Vox Vanhal may be one of the most brilliant students this school has seen in decades. In all my years of teaching at Hazbin, I have never met a student more insanely ready to learn and apply their skills- due in part, of course, to said student's own possible insanity. I mean this in a jovial way, of course, but I will admit that when young Vanhal's true identity was revealed to me that my first thought was along the lines of 'is this student insane?' Whether or not my student's reason should be called into question is something myself and my fellow professor Asmodeus have discussed in length, but there is one thing that we can definitively agree on: If there is any one student in this school who I would choose to place my bets on, it would be Vox Vanhal. There is nothing more to say at this time of report evaluation. Sincerely, Professor Leviathan.

May God's blessings be with you now and at the hour of our deaths, Amen.

[ 1 ] / [ 2 ] (<- read these first for context and more murder academy radiostatic content!)

Though Alastor may have thought that Vox was much more knowledgable in how Hazbin's Institution for Homicide worked, the truth was, Vox was still fully flying on the seat of his own coattails.

He had no damn clue what he was doing still, and although it'd been two weeks since he'd arrived, part of him still felt like how he did when he'd first arrived: hesitant, scared, not knowing where to go or what to do besides the want to make his boss suffer as he killed him.

That level of animosity might sound strange to anyone not a Hazbin student or alumnus, but it was perfectly normal for any student enrolled in the academy to have such feelings. After all, there was quite a rigorous process involved in the application, and for Vox, this application process (and what led to it) was perhaps more intense than most.

There had once been a time where Vox had dreamed of becoming a Hollywood starlet, one who lit up the silver screen and was blessed by hundreds of thousands of cheering, dedicated fans who would fawn over his every move and action. He'd wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps, at one point. But after taking on his first roles in Carmine Studios, the glamour of Hollywood had shattered like fine glass.

"Miss Vesper! Would you please look over here for a second?"

"Miss Vesper, when is your next movie coming out?!"

"Miss Vesper, is it true that you and your co-star on Anna Karenina, Valentino Vega had an affair-?"

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! That- fucking bastard!" Vox rushed into the privacy of his and Val's shared apartment, slamming the door behind him as he collapsed into the couch, head cradled in his hands. He couldn't even begin to start detailing the number of ways he'd wanted to fucking butcher and rip apart his boss.

Andrealphus Goetia was no stranger to the spotlight, naturally. One of Hollywood's top directors, the man had been an influential cornerstone in the history of movie-making, a real legend to light the days. But behind that picturesque platinum reputation laid a monstrous piece of shit.

It had been a complete accident that Andrealphus had found out about Vox's identity.

Vox himself hadn't even really planned out what to do about himself at that point, only that he'd known that the dresses he wore on screen were far more suited to his best friend than they were for him. Knew that the copious amounts of makeup flattened on him everyday made him feel more like a clown than a princess, that it was the most uncomfortable feeling to have to sit and play the pretty face for the audience's sake.

But he persisted, telling himself, one more year, one more year til my savings account has enough to supply Val and I with a comfortable life and we can leave.

But of course- of course Andrealphus had to ruin it for him.

The man had found out and immediately proceeded to blackmailing Vox with the information, holding things such as promotions, media gossip and rumors over his head. And now... now... Vox stared down at the script he held clutched in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he grasped it with an iron grip.

"Dieser verdammte bastard," Vox muttered under his breath.

Though he'd never loved the spotlight that came with his first taste of fame, he had loved acting. Had loved being adored for his skill, applauded for the emotions that he could evoke in crowds of people and the way he could twist people's hearts. He had wanted to be one of the best, a household name.

And now, he stared down at the script for a movie that Andrealphus knew would tank his reputation. It was absolute bullshit. The plot was held together by thin strings and a bit of glue, despite being an adaptation of one of the past decade's best selling books. Not only that, but the moment he left the safety of the apartment once more, he would also have to contend with the rumors that were steadily piling against him and dragging his loved ones and friends into it too.

All this, because Vox had refused to sleep with his shitty boss.

He could still hear the fucker's voice- come on, don't you wanna say that you got a piece of me? I'll even leave out the part about you being a transvestite, darling, just the fact that I got a piece of you is enough.

God. If only.... if only he could see that bastard's face when he crushed his fucking skull in between his hands. He wanted to see Andrealphus' stupid face contort in revulsion and terror when Vox finally did the deed, wanted to bathe in the the fotze's inbred blood. He'd do anything for the chance to just kill that piece of shit-

"Amorcito?"

Val's voice makes Vox jump on the spot, quickly shifting to hide the script from view. His friend comes around the corner, eyebrows furrowed with concern, and it's this that makes Vox break his composure, a single tear falling down his face as Val frowns, taking a seat next to him on the couch. "Voxxy, amor... tell me what's wrong."

And because he can never keep his mouth shut when it comes to his best friend, Vox tells him everything. Val nods along, pauses at the right moments, all of that stuff that friends do when they're trying to let you know that they'd rip apart your shitty boss if not for the law.

But- and perhaps this is something that Vox knew deep down to be true anyway- Val was a bit different in that aspect. He'd met the man under... less than legal circumstances, after all, and he knew that Val was the heir to quite the illustrous cartel career.

So when Valentino stops him with a firm hand on the shoulder and hands him an application paper for Hazbin, telling him to think it through, Vox barely takes even a second glance at it before filling it out.

Now, two months later and sitting in the auditorium of Hazbin's famed Music Hall, Vox doesn't find himself regretting the decision. Sure, it's a bit lonely without Val's supporting presence by his side, but the students he's met so far have proved to be some of the friendliest people he's had the pleasure of knowing: ironic, considering the kind of school they're studying at. And he's even managed to make a friend! Not that bad a start, altogether.

Vox absentmindedly doodles on the edge of his notes as Professor Leviathan's soothing voice lectures them on the importance of a proper alibi. "If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, but it has an airtight alibi, it is...?"

"Not a duck," the auditorium echoes back to the professor, who nods, looking satisfied with the class's response. "So, then! The first step to alibi making is...? Miss Velvette, perhaps you'd like to answer this one for us?"

The girl sitting beside Vox shoots up in her seat, looking as if she'd just fallen asleep and was awoken by the professor's question. "Uh... the..."

After a moment of silence and stuttering, Vox takes pity on the girl, sliding Velvette over a slide of paper that she squints at before reading. "Make sure you're in a different place from the crime?"

"And how would I do that?"

"I... uh. Use an accomplice...?" Velvette stutters.

Professor Leviathan shakes his head, looking disappointed. "Not quite. One thing you will have to learn at Hazbin's is that you should never rely on any other person to carry your deed out for you. No hiring accomplices- after all, paid personnel's loyalty is shaky and they have no honor code preventing them from taking you to the police- and absolutely no committing crimes as lovers, unless you can guarantee that neither of you will be snitching. Would anyone else like to take a try?"

Vox raises his hand hesitantly. "Move the crime scene or otherwise obscure the culprit?"

Professor Leviathan snaps his fingers, "Yes! Absolutely. One of the best ways to make yourself an iron clad alibi is, if the pope is shot in the church at midnight, make sure that you are seen halfway across town in the bar at midnight; so drunk that you cannot even leave until your wife comes to pick you up at two- and no one will suspect you, even if he was actually killed right outside the pub and moved to the church instead. By moving the crime scene, you can make yourself an ironclad alibi. Obscuring the identity of the perpetrator and making it someone who couldn't possibly be you also works splendidly. After all, if the police believe the murderer to be a six foot tall adult man, then the actual perpetrator, a four foot tall young woman, would be able to pass by completely unnoticed. Thank you for that input, Vox. Now, onto the actual creation of such an alibi..."

When class ends, Vox is the first to leave his seat and head for the door, intending on leaving and getting to Track with Professor Satan as quick as possible when someone stops him in his tracks with a firm grip on his shoulder.

"Hey. Vox Vanhal, right?"

"That would be me, yes," Vox turns to face the person he's talking to, only to be met with the young woman that Professor Leviathan had called out in class earlier. "You were... Velvette?"

"Yep, that's me," the chipper young woman responds. "Listen, I know you don't know me at all, but I really need to get through this school year. Like- look, okay, I'm in a little bit over my head right now. I still want to go here and do what everyone here does, of course, I'd love to just go and plunge a damn butcher's knife into my cunt of an ex-friend's neck, but... well, you saw how I did back in class- look, what I'm trying to get at is I need someone to help me. And you're like, Leviathan's star student. So- I don't care what I have to do, I'll-"

Vox holds up a hand to stop her.

"I don't need you to do anything for me, unless you've got any tips on how to kill my boss and make him suffer during it. But I'll help you with whatever you need to study during your courses. Just..." He pauses, taking a moment to think out what he's about to ask. "Could you teach me how you did your makeup on your own?"

Velvette blinks, clearly not expecting that response. She laughs, a shrill, sharp bark and grabs his hand to shake it firmly. "Yeah, 'course I can. So, do we have a deal?"

"We do," Vox smiles. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."