#Spare Keys

[magickeylocksmithinc]

How Many Spare Keys Should You Have for Your Car, and What Are the Risks of Having Too Many?

Experiencing a car lockout is always frustrating, and having a trustworthy locksmith Durham NC make spare keys for your vehicle can prevent such incidents. However, having an excessive number of spare keys can pose problems for both you and your vehicle. Here’s an overview of how many keys you should ideally have and the risks associated with having too many.

How Many Spare Keys Should You Have?

Ideally, you should have your original key and two spare ones. One spare can be kept at home, in your purse, or somewhere secure, and the other can be given to someone you trust, such as your closest friend or spouse. Two spares will increase the chances that you’ll be able to get back into your car in case of a lockout or lost keys. If you currently only have one key for your car, a locksmith will be able to create the spares for you, even if you have smart keys.

What Are the Hazards of Having Too Many?

Too many spares increases the chance that you’ll lose track of them, potentially letting them fall into the wrong hands and giving access to your car for someone you didn’t intend. Too many keys on your keyring can also add weight that pulls at the ignition switch. With repeated weight exposure, this can wear down the switch and break it. Your keys may stop turning in the ignition or get stuck, leaving you unable to start your car or remove the key. Keep no more than six standard keys or two smart models on your keyring at a time. Excess keys, gadgets, and charms should be kept on a separate ring to protect your ignition.

Too many copies also pose another problem. When you duplicate a key, it won’t be exactly the same as the original key. Some details aren’t preserved on the duplicate. This can cause glitches and issues with low-quality copies, such as having to wiggle them in the ignition to work, which wears the key and the ignition down. Even more substantial problems arise if you then make a copy of the duplicate key. The second duplicate will be even further from the original and may not work at all.

[managone16]

Regulus and james being domestic and confusing the fuck out of everyone part 3: James: Shit, I lost my keys. Sirius: That's okay, Prongs. You can crash ours- Regulus, tossing a pair to James: Here. James, catching them: Thanks. Nice key chain. Regulus, humming: Reminds me of someone. James, chuckling: Does it? I wonder who. Regulus: Leave, Potter. James, smiling: Bye guys! I'll text you, Reg. Regulus: Get the fuck out of here. Everyone else: Marlene: So are we gonna talk about that or- Sirius: WHAT THE FUCK-

The photo of the keys:

[morganbritton132]

Adding onto Steve's crime spree from this (and this and this)

Eddie has determined that he's not asking the right questions in life.

Is he questioning the man? Yes. Every day.

Is he asking Wayne for help when his van shits the bed on Thursday? No. When his van is still unusable come Saturday, did he ask his friends if he could catch a ride to band practice? No.

Did he ask if he could get a ride home? Also no.

It's raining and Eddie regrets his life choices so hard, he doesn't notice the Porsche 928 until it blows through the crosswalk he was about to step onto. He's hit with a tidal wave of frigid early November street water because, of course, he is.

"Fuck's sake," Eddie swore, pushing his wet hair out of his face. In his perphery, the Porche slams on its breaks and rolls back into the crosswalk beside him, but he barely notices. Talking to the driver, the world, or god, Eddie does not know when he rants, "Thanks! Thanks for that, I really need pnumonia. Thanks for bestowing-"

"Sorry, man," Steve says, an apologetic wince sticking out of the open window of the Porche. "Wanna ride? I can take you where you're going."

Eddie looks at the car, then at Steve, and then back at the car and signs, "...Fine, but only because this car is beautiful and not to expunge your guilt."

"Dude, I don't think a sponge is going to help."

Eddie rolls his eyes but sticks his guitar in the trunk before sliding into the passenger seat. He has to physically stop himself from touching everything. He's never even seen a Porche before, wow.

Steve's in the driver's seat looking like he's dying for Eddie to ask about the car so he can talk about it. Honestly, Eddie wants to ask about the car. He probably should have asked about the car but instead, he shakes the water out of his hair like a dog as payback.

"C'mon, man," Steve complains, wiping the water off his face. "Watch the leather."

Eddie gives him directions and then bites the bullet. He asks the wrong question, "You trade in the Beamer?"

"No way. That's my baby," He says. "I'm just borrowing this lady."

The conversation is actually nice. None of Eddie's friends know anything about cars but Steve seems to know a lot. He can almost forgive the guy for being a jock and the psychological warfare he's bestowed onto Eddie's brain the past week and a half, but then-

“It sounds like - shit," Eddie says, echoing the same sentiment as Steve at the sight of flashing red and blue lights in the rear view. A question he should've been asking all along occurs to him, "Did you steal this car?"

Steve gives him an annoyed look and then rolls down his window, smiling that All-American smile, "Heya, Hop. Didn't think you were working today."

"This car was reported stolen."

Eddie swears, sinking into the leather with the hopes that it eats him. Steve doesn't even hesitate, "Let me guess, Mrs. Woolledge? Crazy she knows what all her neighbors are doing but not that her kid's on dope."

Hopper doesn't say anything and the silence is loud so Steve adds, "It's not stolen. It's my dad's car. I have permission."

"From your dad?" Hopper asks, getting an annoyed nod from Steve. "Same dad that's out of town?"

"Well, Hop. There's this thing called a phone."

"You get that MRI...right? Throw the keys out the window," Hopper says. Eddie's mentally preparing on how he's going to explain this to Wayne when he calls from jail. Steve protests. Hopper demands, "Throw. The keys. Out. The. Window. Now."

Steve seems to realize that he's pushing his luck because he does just that. He even gets out of the car when Hopper tells him to. Hopper tells him to get in his truck and Steve straight up lies, "Hop, I'm taking my friend home. We're working on a school project together. At his house.”

Eddie curses Steve's entire bloodline from start to finish when Hopper lookings directly at him still in the car, "That true?"

Say no. Say you don't know him. Say you know nothing. Say anything but, "Yes."

"What subject?'

"History," Steve says at the same time Eddie says 'Art' and then rolls his eyes, "Art history, yeah?"

Hopper nods like he thinks they're full of shit and then tells them both to get in his truck.

Steve protests but more about leaving the car on the street than anything else while Eddie briefly thinks about the psychic his mom used to know. He wonders if she could curse someone for real. Maybe he can call her from jail.

He's fully ready to see the police station that he fails to realize where Hopper's going until they’re in Forest Hills. He turns and looks at both of them and says, "I'd like to know what grade you get on this project."

"Aye, aye, Captain," Steve says with a salute, pulling Eddie out of the car. Once they're inside, Steve peaks out the blinds like, "Yeah, he'll sit there for a while. He thinks I'm lying. Wanna smoke?"

Eddie is baffled, "No."

"Okay," Steve shrugs and flops down on the couch. He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and adds, "Spare key. We just gotta wait until he's gone and can circle back for your guitar."

The only thing Eddie can think is, “what the fuck” and he doesn’t even know which part he’s talking about.

[betweentwoceremonials]

down the testing floor 🔻🩸(x)

[fee-phy-fo-fum]

isabeau tries to be a gentleman and take siffrin's cloak for them. the moment he picks up the cloak, he realises: it's heavy.

"Sif, what do you have in here...?"

he turns the cloak inside out.

there are knives. backup knives. backup backup knives. endless snacks. coins. more coins. another knife. a bundle of rope. two flowers. seventeen rocks. sif why do you have so many rocks. sif is that another knife. sif why do you have so many knives.

all of these are attached to his cloak through velcro straps and sewed on pockets.

[gaytobymeres]

My essentials for a solo day out

[wenellyb]

Some people: "Bucktommy shippers are weirdos"

Me, proving their point:

Would you guys mind putting on some tinfoil hats with me for a minute?

So during the dinner scene, Buck and Tommy are coming from the kitchen with their plates, and we see a pot on the stove.

Why am I talking about this?

Because the handle of pot it turned to the left.

But Buck is right-handed

Do you know who is left-handed?

Tommy!

So what does it mean?

It means Tommy is probably the one who cooked dinner.

If I take the headcanon even further, Tommy knew Buck had an exhausting day and went to Buck's appartment first and had dinner ready for him when he got home.

[subsequentibis]

naberius i am going to beat your ass. put me in the book. let me at him.

[castleinthemist]

When first watched this ep (season 3, ep2) i was like '?' 'she has a key to chris' place??' which was odd but kinda gets handwaved here anyway...so when i was later watching the bonus eps (set during season 1) after i finished season 3 and it got addressed:

of course it was through hibiki...

[luckyashes-art]

[PJSK Monster AU]

Nene let him in 😁😁

[impossiblefeat]

Looking at all the new Sonic doodle art in the emote selector in Sonic Racing: CrossWorlds and impatiently tapping my foot and counting the days Espio is released. (source)

[moeblob]

So there was going to be a lot more but consider this a part 1? For OC Lore Drops.

(none of this was drawn today but because it was storming earlier and I got some rest, I feel like I really want to knock out commission work and do not have time to draw something to post today without messing that rhythm up.)

Also a little bit more: Simeon is a romance novel writer and his hobby is people-watching. His ability to sense the supernatural entities is so exciting to the hellhound who just adores /trying/ to get the jump on him but always ends up 'sniffed out' before she can.

[ferndragonsblaze]

I love how everyone's like "omg Eris is DEAD" but the instant it happened I was like "nah she's fine she's got a throne world" and yeah that's exactly what's happening lmao

but they fully expect us to keep playing it like she's actually dead and I just keep imagining Eris standing in the background like "stop telling everyone I'm dead just feed my worm some worm kibble I'll be back soon"

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Deep

Wolfstar, January 6, word count 443

Previous part First part

They’d crawled into bed together again, Remus in his pyjamas and Sirius in only his boxers. Sirius was sprawled over Remus again, touching as much of him as he could. Remus looked over at the clock. He’d have to get up soon, but he was enjoying being with Sirius too much.

“Do you have work again this morning?” Sirius asked. Remus hadn’t even noticed he’d woken up.

“Yeah, but I’ve got a few minutes,” His hand moved into Sirius’s hair, and he began stroking it as though it was something he’d done hundreds of times.

“What area do you work in?” Sirius was full of questions this morning.

“In the laundry room. I’ve got a fleet of machines that do exactly what I say for the exact amount of time they should. I’ve got it down to a T. All the machines end one after the other, so I can swap everything over at the same time and start all over again,” Sirius gave him a funny look once he’d finished. “What?” He asked.

“You don’t have to convince me you’re a good employee, you know. That’s up to the managers and general managers of the individual site.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just rather proud of how I’ve got the laundry to work with me. The guy doing it before had wet washing everywhere because the dryers were never on the right setting and took forever to dry anything, and he always put too much detergent in. I was so happy when he left, and I was put in charge. They never even bothered to replace him as I was so efficient.” A smile crept over Sirius’s face.

“Okay, this conversation is getting a bit too deep for so early in the morning,” Sirius said, yawning loudly and stretching like a cat, his body rubbing against Remus’s before he snuggled back into Remus’s chest. Remus’s hand came up again, and he was stroking Sirius’s hair before he even knew he was doing it. His eyes were just beginning to lift closed again when the Ducktales theme blasted loudly out of his phone speaker as his alarm went off.

“Ugh,” He groaned as Sirius rolled off him, making no moves to get up himself. Remus had a feeling Sirius would still be there when he got home. He felt a thrill of excitement about that. "There's a spare key in the top drawer on your side of the bed if you want to go out and come back before I finish work,” He said as casually as he could before heading to the bathroom to get ready, leaving a sleepy Sirius in his bed.

Next part

[possibility221]

Domaystic 2025, May 29 prompt: Spare set of keys

Elementary episode: 3x09

[bleadhound]

Sometimes he has dreams.  Stupid,  because he'd heard once that everyone has dreams,  but it's always just a matter of whether or not you're remembering the dreams that your head thinks up.  He guesses that he always has dreams but sometimes he remembers them.  He remembers his dream from last night,  that's for sure.  Remembers it because he woke up in it,  drenched in cold sweat with his heart pounding behind his burning eyes.  The smell of Kerry's cigarettes,  vanilla musk and warm amber thick in the air  —as vivid as the constellations on his shoulderblades,  the familiar softness of his downy hair  —callused hands stained with ink,  sweat,  caress of his mouth against Alo's collarbone.  The cornflower blue sky of Northern California like a sea they hovered beneath.  The Muir Woods.  Kerry's throaty laugh against his throat.  Alo woke up in Claire's spare bedroom with a wet pillow and an erection.   

We never should've left the woods.   That's Alo's primary thought,  waiting for Kerry outside of the apartment on Royal.  He could get in,  if he wanted to.  He has a spare key weighing down his ring like a goddamn lead bullet.  But he waits,  feeling tight in the chest with a cigarette burning between his thumb and forefinger.  He wears rumpled denim,  sleepless gaze shielded by sunglasses.   He wishes he had made another spare.  Alo doesn't want to hand this one off to Kerry now.  He's the worst kind of bastard for that.  He's aware.

We never should've left the woods,  he thinks again  —stupidly.  Selfishly.  Regretfully.

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