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Harpercollins wants authors to sign away AI training rights

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/18/rights-without-power/#careful-what-you-wish-for

Rights don't give you power. People with power can claim rights. Giving a "right" to someone powerless just transfers it to someone more powerful than them. Nowhere is this more visible than in copyright fights, where creative workers are given new rights that are immediately hoovered up by their bosses.

It's not clear whether copyright gives anyone the right to control whether their work is used to train an AI model. It's very common for people (including high ranking officials in entertainment companies, and practicing lawyers who don't practice IP law) to overestimate their understanding of copyright in general, and their knowledge of fair use in particular.

Here's a hint: any time someone says "X can never be fair use," they are wrong and don't know what they're talking about (same goes for "X is always fair use"). Likewise, anyone who says, "Fair use is assessed solely by considering the 'four factors.'" That is your iron-clad sign that the speaker does not understand fair use:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/27/nuke-first/#ask-questions-never

But let's say for the sake of argument that training a model on someone's work is a copyright violation, and so training is a licensable activity, and AI companies must get permission from rightsholders before they use their copyrighted works to train a model.

Even if that's not how copyright works today, it's how things could work. No one came down off a mountain with two stone tablets bearing the text of 17 USC chiseled in very, very tiny writing. We totally overhauled copyright in 1976, and again in 1998. There've been several smaller alterations since.

We could easily write a new law that requires licensing for AI training, and it's not hard to imagine that happening, given the current confluence of interests among creative workers (who are worried about AI pitchmen's proclaimed intention to destroy their livelihoods) and entertainment companies (who are suing many AI companies).

Creative workers are an essential element of that coalition. Without those workers as moral standard-bearers, it's hard to imagine the cause getting much traction. No one seriously believes that entertainment execs like Warner CEO David Zaslav actually cares about creative works – this is a guy who happily deletes every copy of an unreleased major film that had superb early notices because it would be worth infinitesimally more as a tax-break than as a work of art:

https://collider.com/coyote-vs-acme-david-zaslav-never-seen/

The activists in this coalition commonly call it "anti AI." But is it? Does David Zaslav – or any of the entertainment execs who are suing AI companies – want to prevent gen AI models from being used in the production of their products? No way – these guys love AI. Zaslav and his fellow movie execs held out against screenwriters demanding control over AI in the writers' room for 148 days, and locked out their actors for another 118 days over the use of AI to replace actors. Studio execs forfeited at least $5 billion in a bid to insist on their right to use AI against workers:

https://sites.lsa.umich.edu/mje/2023/12/06/a-deep-dive-into-the-economic-ripples-of-the-hollywood-strike/

Entertainment businesses love the idea of replacing their workers with AI. Now, that doesn't mean that AI can replace workers: just because your boss can be sold an AI to do your job, it doesn't mean that the AI he buys can actually do your job:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/07/25/accountability-sinks/#work-harder-not-smarter

So if we get the right to refuse to allow our work to be used to train a model, the "anti AI" coalition will fracture. Workers will (broadly) want to exercise that right to prevent AI models from being trained at all, while our bosses will want to exercise that right to be sure that they're paid for AI training, and that they can steer production of the resulting model to maximize the number of workers than can fire after it's done.

Hypothetically, creative workers could simply say to our bosses, "We will not sell you this right to authorize or refuse AI training that Congress just gave us." But our bosses will then say, "Fine, you're fired. We won't hire you for this movie, or record your album, or publish your book."

Given that there are only five major publishers, four major studios, three major labels, two ad-tech companies and one company that controls the whole ebook and audiobook market, a refusal to deal on the part of a small handful of firms effectively dooms you to obscurity.

As Rebecca Giblin and I write in our 2022 book Chokepoint Capitalism, giving more rights to a creative worker who has no bargaining power is like giving your bullied schoolkid more lunch money. No matter how much lunch money you give that kid, the bullies will take it and your kid will remain hungry. To get your kid lunch, you have to clear the bullies away from the gate. You need to make a structural change:

https://chokepointcapitalism.com/

Or, put another way: people with power can claim rights. But giving powerless people more rights doesn't make them powerful – it just transfers those rights to the people they bargain against.

Or, put a third way: "just because you're on their side, it doesn't follow that they're on your side" (h/t Teresa Nielsen Hayden):

https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/19/gander-sauce/#just-because-youre-on-their-side-it-doesnt-mean-theyre-on-your-side

Last month, Penguin Random House, the largest publisher in the history of human civilization, started including a copyright notice in its books advising all comers that they would not permit AI training with the material between the covers:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/19/gander-sauce/#just-because-youre-on-their-side-it-doesnt-mean-theyre-on-your-side

At the time, people who don't like AI were very excited about this, even though it was – at the utmost – a purely theatrical gesture. After all, if AI training isn't fair use, then you don't need a notice to turn it into a copyright infringement. If AI training is fair use, it remains fair use even if you add some text to the copyright notice.

But far more important was the fact that the less that Penguin Random House pays its authors, the more it can pay its shareholders and executives. PRH didn't say it wouldn't sell the right to train a model to an AI company – they only said that an AI company that wanted to train a model on its books would have to pay PRH first. In other words, just because you're on their side, it doesn't follow that they're on your side.

When I wrote about PRH and its AI warning, I mentioned that I had personally seen one of the big five publishers hold up a book because a creator demanded a clause in their contract saying their work wouldn't be used to train an AI.

There's a good reason you'd want this in your contract; the standard contracting language contains bizarrely overreaching language seeking "rights in all media now know and yet to be devised throughout the universe":

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/19/reasonable-agreement/

But the publisher flat-out refused, and the creator fought and fought, and in the end, it became clear that this was a take-it-or-leave-it situation: the publisher would not include a "no AI training" clause in the contract.

One of the big five publishers is Rupert Murdoch's Harpercollins. Murdoch is famously of the opinion that any kind of indexing or archiving of the work he publishes must require a license. He even demanded to be paid to have his newspapers indexed by search engines:

https://www.inquisitr.com/46786/epic-win-news-corp-likely-to-remove-content-from-google

No surprise, then, that Murdoch sued an AI company over training on Newscorp content:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2024/oct/25/unjust-threat-murdoch-and-artists-align-in-fight-over-ai-content-scraping

But Rupert Murdoch doesn't oppose the material he publishes from being used in AI training, nor is he opposed to the creation and use of models. Murdoch's Harpercollins is now pressuring its authors to sign away their rights to have their works used to train an AI model:

https://bsky.app/profile/kibblesmith.com/post/3laz4ryav3k2w

The deal is not negotiable, and the email demanding that authors opt into it warns that AI might make writers obsolete (remember, even if AI can't do your job, an AI salesman can convince Rupert Murdoch – who is insatiably horny for not paying writers – that an AI is capable of doing your job):

https://www.avclub.com/harpercollins-selling-books-to-ai-language-training

And it's not hard to see why an AI company might want this; after all, if they can lock in an exclusive deal to train a model on Harpercollins' back catalog, their products will exclusively enjoy whatever advantage is to be had in that corpus.

In just a month, we've gone from "publishers won't promise not to train a model on your work" to "publishers are letting an AI company train a model on your work, but will pay you a nonnegotiable pittance for your work." The next step is likely to be, "publishers require you to sign away the right to train a model on your work."

The right to decide who can train a model on your work does you no good unless it comes with the power to exercise that right.

Rather than campaigning for the right to decide who can train a model on our work, we should be campaigning for the power to decide what terms we contract under. The Writers Guild spent 148 days on the picket line, a remarkable show of solidarity.

But the Guild's real achievement was in securing the right to unionize at all – to create a sectoral bargaining unit that could represent all the writers, writing for all the studios. The achievements of our labor forebears, in the teeth of ruthless armed resistance, resulted in the legalization and formalization of unions. Never forget that the unions that exist today were criminal enterprises once upon a time, and the only reason they exist is because people risked prison, violence and murder to organize when doing so was a crime:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/11/rip-jane-mcalevey/#organize

The fights were worth fighting. The screenwriters comprehensively won the right to control AI in the writers' room, because they had power:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/01/how-the-writers-guild-sunk-ais-ship/

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Not Part Of The Plan | Ch. 1 / 2 (Boba Fett x Reader)

Summary: You're Han Solo's sister and after he's been brought to Jabba, frozen in carbonite, you infiltrate the palace to scout it out and locate him. Sleeping with the galaxy's most famous bounty hunter Boba Fett was not part of the plan but with the rescue taking longer than expected the two of you get closer and closer. (Female Reader) Word Count: 4,866 Warnings: SMUT MDNI, Jabba's Palace Typical Violence, Angst, Protective Boba, No Y/N, Pet Names (Mesh'la, Cyar'ika) A/N: Unlike on AO3, I will post it in two parts instead of several chapters here. All but the last part takes place during Return Of The Jedi. The last part takes place Post Mandalorian Season 2. Also while the Reader is Han's sister, her appearance is not described and they could be seen as half-siblings, so her ethnicity, height, weight and such are up to you to imagine! Have fun! Next Chapter: https://runawrites-blog.tumblr.com/post/765792759680548864/not-part-of-the-plan-ch-22-boba-fett-x Cross-Posted On AO3 (in 6 Chapters): https://archiveofourown.org/works/36209275/chapters/90261490

---

This was definitely not part of the plan.

And if your brother Han didn’t smack you upside the head for this – which would be completely understandable if you were being honest – you were sure that Leia would do so for him. You had been sent to infiltrate Jabba’s palace, find possible escape routes, scout out the place and locate your brother, so that eventually everyone could come to save him. But things had turned out a little differently than planned.

After doing your job of locating Han and reporting back to Leia and Luke, you’d been told that the rescue could take a bit longer and that you had to wait it out. So you’d been stuck at Jabba’s palace for weeks and though you’d eventually managed to get a reputation amongst the people there, you still didn’t like the place.

But that wasn’t the only thing that was going a little off-plan.

If you could call sleeping with Boba Fett, who’d hunted down your brother and brought him to the palace, something as mundane as ‘going a little off plan’. There really was little strategic need for this but after a few weeks of being at the palace and talking to Boba, the two of you had gotten closer. The tension between you two had been rising constantly until it had all come to an acme on a stormy night.

The two of you had talked as you mingled with the courtiers, once again letting the tension rise between you as you inched closer, fingers lingering on each other’s bodies for longer until finally, he made the next step – much to your relief because it still felt strange to you to be this close to the man that had hunted your brother across the galaxy.

And that was precisely why you now found yourself being led to Boba’s chambers, his hand on the small of your back as he navigated you through the corridors and the masses of people at the palace. A few times, a seedy man or woman tried to convince you to go with them, but they quickly backed off. Though you were unsure if it was because you threatened them or because they saw who the armoured man behind you was – it was probably the latter but you still hoped you were at least a bit intimidating.

When you finally arrived at his chambers, he unlocked the door and led you inside before closing it behind him. And before you could react you found yourself pressed against the wall. But you hadn’t built up your reputation of being strong and no one to mess with for nothing. So you put your hands to his armour-clad chest, pushing him backwards and catching him slightly off guard. The second it took him to react was quickly used by you to back him against the bed in the room.

“Careful.” He warned and grabbed onto your hips again like he had while leading you to the room. “Don’t overdo it.”

You just huffed at his quiet warning before pushing him onto the bed and into a sitting position before climbing into his lap. “I’ve been careful for weeks. I want you now.”

A chuckle made its way through his modulator before he reached up to take his helmet off. The soft hiss of it opening made you hold your breath as you waited to see him without his helmet on for the first time. He lifted it off his head and set it down on the bed, revealing his soft curls and truly beautiful face. You couldn’t help but stare, taking in his pretty eyes, soft lips and the small scars littering his face. His eyes blinked back at you, soft and warm, a hint of amusement in them as he spoke up again.

“Like what you see?”

That was all it took for you to break out of your trance and kiss him, leaning down to press your lips to his as you braced yourself on his shoulders. Boba seemed surprised for a second but his hands quickly found your hips as he kissed back, eyes closing just as you couldn’t keep your own open anymore.

Kissing turned into making out, into needy moans, into heightened arousal, into clothes being strewn across the floor and his armour being undone, until both of you were left in nothing but your undergarments. You slowly pulled back from yet another kiss to look at him, smiling softly.

“Kriff, why did I wait so long to do this?” You whispered before leaning down and pressing soft kisses along his neck, relishing in the hitch of his breath when you gently bit down on the juncture where his throat met his chest. “Look at you. You look so handsome. I just-- Would it be strange to say that I’m almost mesmerised?”

“A little.” He said in amusement, hands coming up to cup the side of your neck and bring your face to his. “But I’ll let you go on.”

“Generous.” You snorted and looked down at him. “But honestly, you are so pretty. It’s a shame you hide underneath that helmet.”

“You talk so much.” Boba whispered with a low chuckle, bringing your face even closer to his, but you could see the fondness in his eyes. “And I thought you talked much under normal circumstances.”

At that, you brought your hand up to mimic a key turning next to your mouth before leaning back in to kiss him again, moaning as his hand came down to grab your thigh and spread your legs a little wider. Then he pulled your underwear aside and finally plunged two of his fingers into your wet heat, scissoring them just a little and making you gasp at the sensation. He began to move them and you were about to complain about the lack of stimulation until his thumb came up to rub slow circles around your clit. And you turned into a moaning mess in his lap.

“Like that?”

“Yes.” You moaned out, spreading your legs a little more and closing your eyes as he began to tease a third finger at your entrance. “But you-- you know what I’d like more?”

“Tell me, Mesh’la.”

You flushed a little, having picked up a few words from your time spent with him and knowing exactly what he’d just called you, before reaching down your hand and grabbing his hard length through his underwear. His surprised gasp turned moan, made you smirk ever so slightly as you kneaded him for a few seconds before pulling down the garment and letting his length spring free.

“I can-- I can offer that.” He nodded, hand gripping tightly at your shoulder now. “Before we start, though, do you have some sort of contraceptive implant?”

“I do.” You nodded, using your free hand to tap your left hip where an implant had been inserted some time ago. “Don’t you?”

“I do, but you can never be too sure.” He explained nonchalantly before pulling his fingers out and shushing your protests. “Stop whining, Mesh’la. I’ll fill you right back up. Don’t worry.”

And with that, he grabbed your hips and hoisted you up, making you gasp in both shock and excitement before situating you on your back. Then he crawled over you and grabbed your leg, hooking it over his hip.

“Ready?”

“Yes!”

If he laughed at your impatient exclamation, you didn’t even hear it because your focus was entirely drawn to him entering you. You gasped at the intrusion, taking a deep breath to relax and adjust, eyes closing for a second. When you back looked up, Boba had stilled and was seemingly waiting for your permission to move. Feeling warmth spread in your chest at that, you quickly nodded at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he began to thrust into you, setting up a slow rhythm.

But quickly, you two decided that he was far too slow and after a little urging, he began to speed up his thrusts, one hand supporting his weight and the other grabbing your hip to keep you in place. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him down a little further to have him closer to you.

“Boba, please, I--”

“Please what, Mesh’la?” He asked lowly, a deep moan cutting into the last word as you clenched around him. “Tell-- Tell me what you need.”

“Closer.” You whispered, pulling at his shoulders. “Need you closer.”

Boba just nodded at that and leaned down to press another kiss to your lips as he kept up his movements. And soon enough you felt yourself nearing orgasm as he pumped into you, dragging against your clit with every thrust. You could tell he was getting close, as well, his thrust becoming erratic as he moaned your name into your neck.

And when he once more kissed you, picking up the speed and gripping your hip tightly you felt your climax wash over you without any real warning. Your back arched off the bed as you moaned his name, fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to make him hiss. He held out for another thrust or two but your body contracting around him sent him over the edge soon after and he spilt deep inside you.

It took both of you a few moments to come down from your height, your fingers trembling as you held onto his neck and his face dropped against your shoulder, breathing deeply. Eventually, you broke the silence, still a little out of breath and Boba’s head perked up at the sound of your voice.

“We should have done this sooner.”

“A lot sooner.”

He agreed softly and slowly pulled out of you before letting himself fall onto the bed next to you. You watched his chest rise and fall next to you, trying to ignore the urge you felt to turn over and wrap yourself around him. After sleeping with Boba and already straying from the plan, the last thing you wanted was to actually develop feelings for him.

But you suspected that it was already too late for that anyway. After all, his teasing didn’t annoy you anymore but made you smile, and when you saw him you felt nothing but happiness. Boba noticed you staring then and turned his head to eye you, raising his brow at you in question, probably wondering why you were staring at him. Perhaps allowing yourself to indulge in your feelings while you were still stuck at the palace wouldn’t be the worst idea. Your brother and his girlfriend would probably not be happy about that but if anything it was their fault, as well, for letting you stay longer than needed.

Gathering your courage, you slowly turned and reached out to wrap an arm around his stomach. You totally expected him to pull away but to your surprise, he moved a little closer before grabbing onto your arm and pulling you flush against his body. You were pretty sure you had really already fallen for him because it made you strangely happy to feel him pulling you closer.

“Can I stay for a while?”

“If you want to.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and turning his head to look down at you. When you leaned your face against his shoulder, pressing your lips to it, he spoke up again, in a softer voice this time. “As long as you need to.”

“Thank you.”

---

Getting close to Boba might have been straying from the plan but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Not when over the next week or two, you got to feel his hands over you again and again. Not when you got to spend night after night in his chambers. Not when he protected you or kept a hand firmly planted on your back when someone made attempts at getting with you. Not when you were maybe really in love with him.

But then you noticed that the rescue was drawing closer and while you were glad to free your brother, you were also sad that you’d have to leave Boba’s side. And besides that, you were irritated that you hadn’t been told about the plan progressing but rather had to find out yourself when you saw Lando Calrissian walking around, dressed as a palace guard.

Of course, you had quickly confronted him, excusing yourself from the conversation you’d been having with a courtier to wander around and eventually, pretend to run into him. He seemed hesitant to talk to you but when he noticed no one in the immediate vicinity he relented.

“Why has no one bothered to tell me that the plan was moving forward?” You hissed at him, careful not to let anyone around you hear your words. “How come I find out by accident when I recognised you?”

“We couldn’t get a hold of you without being suspicious.” Lando explained in a whisper. “But the plan is moving forward; you’re right about that. It might still take a few more days, though.”

“I can’t believe no one told me anything.”

Lando was about to answer but then his mouth snapped back shut. You were about to ask what was going on when you saw that he was looking past your head. But before you could turn you felt a hand on your hip and when you looked down, trying to see who it was and if you should hit them for touching you, you realised it was Boba’s gloved hand.

It was then and there that you realised that perhaps it wouldn’t be Han or Leia that would go off at you for sleeping with Boba, but Lando instead. Because right now he looked pretty confused as Boba’s arm snuck further around your waist and he was staring down Lando. You were frozen in shock but you knew you couldn’t blow Lando’s cover so you had to think of an excuse as to why he was talking to you.

“Is that guard bothering you?”

Knowing that there was no good reason for the guard to come talking to you, you nodded your head a little. “But I was just about to tell him that I am not interested.”

“I should drag him out of here myself for even thinking he can try and make moves on you.” Boba said before turning back to you and looking at you through the visor or his helmet. “But I trust that you can handle yourself.”

“I can.” You nodded. “And I was just about to leave.”

You dared to look back at Lando to find him staring at you in abject shock, having now realised that you and Boba were involved with each other. Luckily, Boba shrugged his shock off to fear and gave a dry laugh at his expression.

“Just stay away from her and you will be fine.” He said, calming down now. “I am not opposed to taking things into my own hands and getting you away from her. Got that?”

Lando just nodded, giving you one last shocked glance before he left. He took his space at the nearby door again and you knew he could still hear you talking to Boba. But Boba didn’t seem to mind as he kept a hand on your hip and you close by.

“There was no need to intimidate him like that.”

“You got jealous when one of the dancers tried to get with me.” Boba said and turned back to you. “Do I not get to be possessive?”

“That’s fair.” You had to admit, looking back at him. Against your better judgement, you blurted out the first question that came to mind in that situation. “But what does that make us? Are we exclusive if we’re that possessive over one another?”

“We can be if you want to.” Boba said quietly. “But you know that I cannot stay here forever. If that doesn’t bother you, we can be exclusive.”

“That doesn’t bother me at all. I just like being with you when I can.” You smiled softly. “And you don’t need to worry. I have no interest in anyone but you.”

“Good.”

---

After that, things got a bit harder around the palace. You worried that Lando would tell everyone back with the Rebellion that you were involved with Boba. And you also worried that Boba would find out who Lando was. So you decided that you would have to tell Lando to keep quiet about this because while you obviously didn’t want the plan to fail you also really didn’t want to deal with your friends finding out how close you were to Boba.

And the opportunity came a few nights later when you woke up in the middle of the night to some random yelling in the hallways. You were about to chalk it up to the usual fighting that took place in the palace and cuddle back into the warmth of Boba’s body when you saw that he wasn’t in the bed with you anymore. He’d been protective over you lately after your run-in with Lando and it wasn’t often that he would take his eyes off you so this might be the only opportunity in a while.

Quickly, you got dressed and made your way into the hallway, knowing from what you’d gathered during the day that Lando was guarding one of the back entrances to the throne room. Within the next few minutes, you were by the entrance and called for Lando who was luckily on his own. He waved you over and once you were there, he immediately started questioning you quietly.

“What were you thinking?” Lango whisper-yelled at you. “You slept with Boba Fett? Are you out of your mind?”

“It just happened.” You whispered back.

“It just happened?” Lando hissed quietly, eyeing you. “What? Did he trip and his dick accidentally ended up in you? Did you slip and he caught you with it? Things like this don’t just happen.”

You groaned quietly at his questions. “As if you haven’t slept with at least one person here since you’ve arrived.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“So you have!”

“Sleeping with a courtier is not the same as sleeping with Boba Fett!”

“I was just--” You stopped for a few seconds, taking caution to quiet back down. “Things took so long and we ended up talking. I don’t know why but I kind of--”

“Don’t tell me you actually like him.”

“I don’t.”

You defended yourself but your answer came a little too quick to be not suspicious and you noticed it, too. But Lando reacted before you could backpaddle, face completely in shock.

“You’re in love with him.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“But I heard you two. You two are ‘exclusive’ as you called it.” Lando raised an eyebrow at you. “You are in love with him.”

“That doesn’t matter anyway.” You huffed, crossing your arms. “That’s not why I’m here. And I don't want you telling anyone about my involvement with Boba – especially not Han.”

“Yeah, I think your overprotective brother wouldn’t really like the idea of you and Boba Fett of all people together, would he now?”

“That’s why you have to keep quiet about it.”

“I can keep my mouth shut but you have to be careful. I get it, he’s handsome and he can protect you but you don’t know what his endgame is.” Lando said sternly. “I promised Han to watch out for you while he couldn’t.”

“I don’t need anyone looking out for me.”

“I’m just trying to--”

“Trying to do what?”

Both you and Lando turned at the familiar voice from behind you to face Boba. He was standing in the hallway, one hand at his blaster as he eyed the two of you. Quickly you began to wreck your brain for an explanation but Lando luckily came to your rescue.

“She got lost and I wanted to help her find her way back to her room but she said she didn’t need my help.”

You couldn’t see Boba’s face but you knew he was scowling as he came over to pull you back and away from Lando a little. “If she says she doesn’t need help, then you leave her alone.”

“Of course, I understand.”

Then Boba looked back at you. “What are you doing here? Why are you roaming the palace at night? You know how dangerous things can get around here.”

“I woke up and you were gone.” You said, inching a bit closer to him and feigning innocence. “I was trying to find out where you were but I got lost.”

“There was an altercation. I went to see what was happening.” He said, hand finding its way to your hip again. “Let me take you back to my room.”

“Thank you.”

He gave Lando one more look over before he led you down the hallways and back to his room. Once there, he closed the doors and took off his helmet, giving you a stern look, though you could see the worry in his eyes.

“Don’t do that again. There was a big altercation. Someone was shot and when I got back you were gone.”

“Don’t tell me you were worried about me.”

But your teasing didn’t seem appreciated because Boba frowned at you. “I care about you if that’s what you want to hear. Now, will you promise me not to sneak off without telling again?”

“I promise.” You said and got a bit closer, taking one of his hands into yours. “Can we get back to bed? I missed you.”

“I wasn’t gone for that long.” A small smile made its way to his lips and he nodded, reaching behind himself to unclasp his armour. “But we can do that, Mesh’la.”

“And just so you know, I care about you, too.”

---

“I don’t understand why you like me so much.”

Boba’s voice ripped you from your thoughts and it took you a few seconds to focus on him. He’d been stroking your hair, almost lulling you to sleep before he spoke up, so it took you a bit to fully wake up again.

“You don’t?”

Your voice came out hoarse and a little tired, making Boba laugh a little before he nodded. “There are other men at court. Why did you seek me out?”

“You were the one that first talked to me.” You said quietly, putting one of your arms under your head as you faced Boba. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you?”

Boba sighed in what you could only describe as exasperation before once more bringing his hand up to stroke your hair. “But you still decided to sleep with me. Why did you?”

“I like you.” You said quietly, giving him a soft smile. “You’re so strong, yet you treat me with so much care. I have never been with a man that treated me with such care and I guess I like the fact that I can have actual conversations with you, that you treat me as an equal.”

“I treat you with care because I care about you.” He reasoned, his hand straying to stroke your face softly. “It might be a foolish thought, but I think we are simply in tune with one another.”

“You really think so?” You reached up to take his hand from your face, interlacing your fingers with his. “I thought so, too. We might have bickered and argued a lot, but I think we just fit well together.”

“But I did tell you that I cannot stay here with you forever.” Boba said softly, almost apologetically before he squeezed your hand. “Right now, I’m at Jabba’s palace but in the future, I’ll be hunting down bounties and I’ll be gone for weeks at a time.”

“I know that.” You said quietly. “But I don’t mind. As long as you maybe send me a sign of life every now and again so I can be at peace, I’ll be fine.”

“I think I should manage that.” Boba joked quietly. “We should get back to the main audience room. Jabba will notice that we’ve been gone for a while now.”

“You said he wouldn’t notice.”

“I said he wouldn’t notice if we snuck away for some quick fun.” Boba gave you a sly smirk before leaning in to capture your lips in a quick kiss. “But he’ll notice if I spend the whole day in my chambers with you.”

“Then let’s get going.”

With that, you rose from the bed and began to put your clothes back on, watching as Boba did the same before he started to strap his armour into place. Once you were done, you simply watched, absentmindedly securing your blaster at your hip while you eyed him. Boba seemed to notice because he turned around with a sly smirk, helmet lodged under his arm.

“Like what you see, Mesh’la?”

“Maybe that’s another reason why I was drawn to you.” You chuckled, coming closer to press one last kiss to his lips before he put on the helmet. “I like men in amour.”

“I can tell.”

---

The arrival of Artoo and Threepio as well as Luke’s message to Jabba clued you into the fact that the plan was soon coming to a conclusion and that Leia would soon arrive, as well. Thanks to Lando, you knew of her plan to infiltrate the palace and demand a bounty for Chewbacca. But the shooting and commotion from the stairs as she made her entrance still surprised you. And what surprised you, even more, was the fact that as soon as the commotion broke loose, you found Boba’s arm shielding you as he partially got in front of you, in between the nearby staircase and your body.

But as Leia walked in, the commotion died down and Boba slowly withdrew his arm. You couldn’t tell what look Leia was giving you because of the helmet she wore so you were unsure if she had seen Boba’s protective action. If she had noticed anything, she never let it show as she walked toward the throne.

The two of them bargained and you listened intently, watching as she demanded more credits from Jabba, intimidating him, and as he tried to get out of paying her more than he had offered. You could see Boba watching in interest. Although he wore his helmet, from the tilt of his head and his attentive stance you could tell that he was invested in the bargaining – you had spent so much time in his presence, you realised at that moment. Your thoughts were interrupted when Leia pulled something out of her pocket and Threepio gave a shocked exclamation.

“Because he’s holding a thermal detonator!”

Everyone in the room disparaged, taking cover or drawing their weapons. Boba next to you drew his blaster, as well, pointing it at Leia as he roughly shoved you behind his body. You didn’t even care if your friends found out about your involvement with Boba at that moment because the detonator had not been part of the plan and you were now genuinely worried.

But Jabba just began to laugh, defusing the situation and Boba lowered the blaster as Threepio translated the new offer and Leia nodded, putting the detonator away. And after that agreement, Chewbacca was brought to the cells and the music began anew. Everyone gathered in the middle of the room again, enjoying the celebration, and you drew a breath of relief.

“I really thought he was going to use that.”

Boba turned back to you, giving you a once over. “That was a good way of bargaining. He impressed Jabba.”

You nodded, watching Leia as she moved across the room and began to talk to some of the courtiers. “I could tell. Thank you, by the way.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“Trying to protect me.” You said with a gentle smile. “Thank you for that.”

“I told you before; I care about you.” Boba said with a shake of his head. “Why would I not protect those I care for?”

You just smiled at that and let him lead you back toward the throne, his strong hand on the small of your back. But as you passed Leia, you could tell that she was watching you now, her head following you and you avoided her gaze as Boba’s hand wandered to your hip, pulling you closer. Not only did Lando know; but Leia knew, too. You just hoped that none of them would tell Han.

And you hoped that your departure from Boba wouldn’t pain you too much. But after the last few days, you weren’t so sure about that. Not only had sleeping with him been unplanned – but you had also fallen in love with him. You felt his hand tighten at your hip as he led you closer to the throne, keeping you by his side and you couldn’t help but smile at how much you enjoyed being with him.

You had definitely fallen for him more than originally planned.

[explosiontheory]

FFF308

Fandom: Carmen Sandiego

Words: 616

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Referenced kidnapping and torture

Title: What remains

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@backofthepencil11 Hope you enjoy!

@mmaricarmen23 Hope you don’t mind if I tag you

The castle loomed over them, watching as the group approaches. Shadowsan took to the side, hidden by the tree line as he advanced slightly behind the main group. He knew his objective, knew what he could find. It’s been over two years since a red spark had been taken, not just from him, but Zack, Ivy, Player, even some of the ACME agents had lost her. There might not be anything left, and yet he has to try. If nothing else, he has to try.

He breaks away from the main group, making a full turn away from the large doors signifying the entrance. He slips in through a window, blending in with the darkened corridors he now found himself in. Unfortunately, Player was unable to dredge up any floor schematics, and will have to go in blind. He turns away from where the main hall would be, deeper into the depths of the fortress. 

He creeps through the twisting halls, dimly lit as the technological upgrades give way to cold stone. Eventually, he crosses a door, wrought iron, darkened with age, contrasting yet blending with the surroundings. He quickly picks the lock, and the door gives way with an ear-splitting screech. On the other side, a gaping maw of darkness descends deeper into the earth. If Carmen were to be anywhere, it would surely be here. 

He wonders how it could have gone differently, if it could have gone differently, if Player had gotten wind of V.I.L.E’s plan that much sooner, destroyed the weapons before they could be used against those unknowing of the evils that lurk. There was nothing to be said of Carmen’s choice in that moment, she would have never thought to let the innocent suffer under the enemy, believing that her sacrifice was worth it to keep people safe. And yet now she’s locked away, or worse.

He passes by empty cell after empty cell, all the same in the gloom of the dungeon he now found himself in. A.C.M.E has likely finished up already, ensuring that they are unable to hurt anymore. But still, no sign of a red-clad thief. At the end of the hallway, lies another door, wooden and reinforced with steel. This was the end of the line, and if she wasn’t here…. Shadowsan thought better than to dwell on such thoughts.

He again picked the lock on the door, the hinges crying out as it opened. The room was barren, except for the figure huddled in the corner. Shadowsan slowly approached, carefully reaching a hand out. It was clear even in the dark the fear etched upon her face, scurrying back what little more she could.

“Carmen?”

The atmosphere shifted, a weight seemingly being removed, lightening the burden held for so long. She reached back, uncertain, and yet desperate for any contact.

“Sha… Sha…?” She stuttered, the attempts dying in her throat. Shadowsan closed the distance, gently taking her into his arms, as she grasps on to his shirt as if he would vanish if she let go. And all the years catch up in this moment, as she sobs into him, trembling to the point he was worried she might break, whispering reassurances all the while. Eventually, she calms down, curling back in on herself as exhaustion takes hold, and Shadowsan carefully cradles her, picking her off the floor to return to the light of the surface.

And as he glances back, after all Carmen must have been through, now nothing more than a shattered visage of who she once was, the missing pieces scattered in the murky depths, he wonders if this price for the peace V.I.L.E. wished to destroy was truly worth it.

[bisexualvampires]

Live Laugh Leather

happy 3rd wedding anniversary to these idiots :)

(846 words) Also on AO3

Dean knew the rhythm of Cas’ footsteps from the kitchen all the way to their bedroom. Knew it better than the pulse of his own heart; as familiar to him as the scent of the warm coffee that carried with his husband every morning like clockwork. He found himself smiling against his pillow, feeling the early sunshine through the lake house window heat the frosty February air.

So the routine goes; any minute now Cas would pause to bump the door open with his pajama-clad butt, scooting backward into their bedroom, two coffees in hand. Dean would fake the grouchy attitude as if the gentle interruption had pulled him from sleep. As if, minutes earlier, Cas hadn’t waited until his spidey senses told him Dean’s REM sleep was done and he was ready for his daily stubbled kiss at the back of his neck. For the arm that tightened around his waist, sinking suggestively lower until Dean cracked open an eyelid. Falling for the same old trick every day, before Cas would rise his heavenly ass out of bed to start on coffee. Leaving Dean tethered between the land of sleep and this world of dreams.

Same old, same old.

And wasn’t that a hell of a thing.

Dean scooched over to Cas’ side of the bed. The warmth had faded but it was the scent he chased; like rich earth pounded by the heavy rain of a thunderstorm, the charged promise of lightning still to come. Like honey and ether and so like home, Dean could drown himself in it. Smother himself in his husband’s pillow with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants.

And so, it began.

The gentle clink of the spoon dropped into the sink. The ceramic scuffling on the kitchen countertop. The first bare footstep on the warm wooden floor.

Three years of this, Dean thought, and he knew he could go a thousand more.

A squeaking sound broke the routine, and Dean perked up his bedhead to listen to the audible eye roll and soft sigh that accompanied it. The footsteps and squeaking drew nearer, and Dean propped himself up on an arm to watch the regularly scheduled show.

The ass that greeted him was familiar, but Dean’s eyes bulged out of his head like Donald Duck at the first sight of Daisy. Cas backed into the room, letting the door swing softly shut behind him.

Dean’s husband paused, breakfast tray in hand and a look of genuine surprise on his face that quickly morphed into a feigned innocence.

“Sweetheart,” Dean managed to say with a tongue that now weighed an ACME ton. “Are you wearing leather pants?” He was dreaming, right? Had to be. If the next words out of Cas' mouth were "tell me about it, stud" in Olivia Newton-John's voice that would surely confirm it. A laugh threatened to burst all the way from his belly, born of shock more than anything, because this was Cas. His Cas. In tight leather pants. Like he was Jon Bon fucking Jovi and Dean was eighteen, alone in his motel room and realising some shit. 

But Cas ignored the question, setting the breakfast tray safely on the bedside table. When he turned to find Dean’s gaze still locked on his broad thighs, mouth hanging open like it didn’t know where to start, he placed his hands on his hips.

“The third wedding anniversary gift is leather, is it not?”

Dean glanced up from his stupor, feeling his heart swell like a damn balloon at his husband’s words.

Leather. Anniversary. Right.

How Cas heard "leather" and thought "pants"... actually, he didn't need to know how or why, because this was happening. Somehow this was real life.

Dean licked his lips. Didn’t mean to, but he did.

He’d tell Cas about the new leather couch he’d secretly set up in the Cas Cave later. Right now…

“The salesperson insisted this was the perfect gift,” Cas frowned down at himself. “Perhaps this was a mistake.”

“Whuaa-“ Dean started, tangling in the sheets as he struggled to sit upright. “No, no, they’re – hell of a – gotta tip the guy… god, Cas.” Only the need to defend these pants with his life gave Dean the strength to tear his gaze from them a second time.

He’d expected to find that frown he loved so much – the one that crinkled Cas’ brow, and tugged his soft lips into a flat line. Instead, his husband grinned at him, eyes blazing with that smugness that was the bane of Dean’s life.

Son of a bitch. He played him.

“Happy anniversary, Dean,” Cas said, stepping forward to crawl on his knees across the mattress, caging Dean in between his thighs.

Dean pulled him closer, sunlight glinting on the band of his wedding ring as he ran a hand through Cas’ hair. Three years of this. Already three. Only three.

And he could never have enough.

“Happy anniversary, Cas.” The words were a whisper against his husband’s lips.

The rest, he already knew. They both did.

[shy-nightmare]

The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths

Chapter Seventeen: Doom’s Plan

Summary: Captured by Doom and his goons once again, the trio are invited against their will to witness the horror of Doom’s plan.

Credit for inspiration goes to @imaginarytoon1, author of “The Birchwood Twins: Toontown Investigators” and @its-metal-mistress, author of “Bendy and the Ink Machine: Learning How to Live”. Please check out their own wonderful content ^^!

P.S. I goofed up 🤦‍♀️ I forgot to mention that I also plan on posting Chap. 18 on Saturday April 19 at 6:00 P.M., Chap. 19 on Wednesday April 23 at 5:00 P.M., Chap 20 on Saturday April 26 at 11:45 A.M. and Chap. 21 on Tuesday April 29 at 8:30 A.M. My bad 😅!

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If Tom had been with them and seen this, he would have gone berserk. The trio were forced to arrive in the Acme Factory and stand on the same spot where Acme’s corpse once was. Behind them, Wheezy and Stupid were drilling a hole on the far end of the brick wall.

“All right. Psycho, Greasy, frisk Valiant and the broad!” Smartass barked, waiting for Doom’s return.

Frisk me?! Oh, hell no, not happening! Twyla’s eyes widened in alarm and took a step back. Again, Eddie tried to block them off, but Psycho pointed his deadly razor at him. Just then, Jessica shielded her with her arm much to her surprise. The singer turned to glare at the green-clad Lieutenant, “Don’t. Touch. Her. She doesn’t have the will, all right?!”

Greasy didn’t appear to be intimidated, nor really convinced. “We’ll be the judge of that. Psycho.” He addressed his kaleidoscope-eyed comrade, crossing his arms.

Twyla’s panic only increased. She did not even want Psycho to search her. But to her complete surprise, he didn’t even lay a sleeve on her nor seemed interested in violating her personal space. Instead, he loomed in real close to the point where their noses could have touched. And he began to…sniff her?

Wait, what?

He quickly sniffed her like he was some sort of ferocious police dog, and then he shook his head. “Nope! No will, hehehehe!”

The Puerto Rican weasel exhaled, “Bien.” His face pulled into a scowl when he faced Eddie and pulled his hat over his eyes. “Now…help me search him.”

Jessica cautiously pulled Twyla away from them while they searched Eddie’s pockets. He fidgeted and even kicked Psycho. “Are you all right?” she whispered. Twyla shrugged.

Smartass turned back to Doom who was standing atop a vertical conveyor belt and yelled, “We searched Valiant and the broad, Boss! The will ain’t on ‘em!”  

Doom called out, “Then frisk the other woman!”

Twyla moved her eyes to Greasy and expected him to jump at the chance. But he didn’t even spare her a glance, and instead sharpened his claws with his switchblade.

He felt several eyes on him. “¿Qué?”

“Well?” Smartass put his hands on his hips.

“Well, what?”

“Frisk the rabbit’s wife.”

The taller gangster raised a brow as if he had been asked such an audacious question, looked at Jessica and then back to Twyla before he wrapped an arm around her waist, glaring at his boss.

"No. No estoy engañando a mi mujer. Caperucita Roja aquí no tiene mierda en mi Lupita." He jerked his head towards Jessica.

She gawked in indignant response, “Um, I beg your fucking pardon?!”

Twyla glanced between the two, more confused than fearful. What did he even say?

“Way to sell it to the cheap seats,” Wheezy called out, clapping his hands with condescending applause.

Greasy whirled around, his face skewered with hot anger. “¡CÁLLATE LA BOCA!” he violently threw an ashtray right at the chain-smoker’s head, causing birds to fly around his head. He flinched and cursed out loudly while flipping the other weasel off.

Twyla turned to Psycho, slightly leaning enough to get his attention. “What did he say?” she whispered.

“He said he’s not gonna cheat on his girl,” he deadpanned, completely done with the jade-glad gangster’s shit as well.

CHEAT ON HIS GIRL—BOY, WE AIN’T EVEN A COUPLE! She screamed at her “lover” internally, while trying very hard to fight her cheeks from blushing. This is NOT a romance cartoon!

“Fine! If you’re not gonna frisk ‘er, I’ll do it!” Smartass snapped and took a step forward.

All of a sudden, Greasy released her. “NO!” he exclaimed, “I’ll handle this one.” He ruefully looked at the Twisted Toon who he claimed to be his “love”, “Forgive me, mi amor.”   

After that, he rolled up his sleeve and licked his chops lustfully. He walked closer and stuck a paw down Jessica’s cleavage. The sight made Twyla’s fangs clench with fury, and she took a step to yank him off—

SNAP!

“YEEEOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!” Greasy screamed, taking his paw away that had apparently set off a Toon bear trap and clamped onto his wrist. The other weasels laughed as he was jumping around, trying to get it off while cursing in Spanish.

“Nice booby trap,” Eddie commented Jessica, who smirked in triumph.

Twyla leaned over and whispered, “I'm guessin' you deal with this on a regular basis?”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

As Greasy still struggled to remove the trap, Doom went up to him and smacked him by the neck with his cane. Twyla flinched from that, like she did with Smartass back at the bar. The tallest weasel was sent flying into a pile of boxes, releasing a mess of fake eyeballs all over the floor. Still, the pack continued to laugh at their comrade’s pain.

One harsh glare from the judge and they shut their trapped instantly.

“Do they have the will or not?”

“Nah, just a stupid love letter,” Smartass replied, Psycho taking the letter from Eddie’s jacket. He made a grab for it, but the tiny weasel took it away.

“No matter. I doubt if that will’s gonna show up in the next fifteen minutes anyway.”

Twyla frowned and quickly snatched the letter out of Psycho’s paws with her tail. He shook his head and looked at his empty paws before looking at her. She returned the letter to Eddie just as the psychotic weasel made a grab for it. Psycho threw up a glare at him before eerily walking away as Eddie asked, “What happens in the next fifteen minutes?”

“Toontown will be legally mine. Lock, stock, and barrel,” Doom answered with a sinister, smug smile.

_________

Benny broke from his unconscious slumber at the screeching sounds of wheels echoing against the walls of the tunnel. He turned around and saw Roger behind the wheel of Eddie’s vehicle that had the roof completely torn off. Next to him, Tom was gripping onto the railing of the passenger door for dear life while covering his snout to hold back from vomiting. Green colored his face, “Oh, God. I am never, ever drivin’ with you again,” he grumbled.

“Benny, is that you?” Roger called out. Tom looked over Roger’s left and saw a badly beaten Benny the cab next to a broken lamp post, and his nose scrunched from the familiar stench of Dip.

“No, it’s Shirley Temple!” the cab replied sarcastically with missing teeth. Standing up on deflated hind tires, he started limping towards the two with noticeable difficulty.

“Holy shit, what happened to you?!” Tom exclaimed.

“Doom grabbed Valiant and the girls and took ‘em to the Acme Factory!”

“WHAT?!” The gunslinger’s worry immediately dissolved, and the familiar dark abyss of murderous rage returned with a frightening vengeance. Those bastards got his sister?! Oh, hell no!

“The Acme Factory?” Roger’s eyes widened, “I know where that is! Get in!”

Hearing that snapped Tom out of his wrath for a brief moment. There is no way in hell Roger was going to drive again! “Fuck off, I’m driving!” he lightly shoved the rabbit out of the way and grabbed onto the steering wheel.

“Oh, come on!” Roger pouted, scooting back into the driver’s seat.

Thankfully, Benny wasn’t too keen on having him drive either. “Move over, Rog. You had enough driving for one night.” He squeezed himself in.

Tom’s eyes spotted something silver glinting off the light of the moon. It was Twyla’s pistol! He created an ink lasso and snatched it just as the car took off.

________

“Duh, Toontown’s on the other side of the wall, Boss!” Stupid called out, Wheezy pulling out the last of the bricks before a sunshine of bright colors beamed out through the cracks like a beacon of light.

“You see, Mr. Valiant, the successful conclusion of this case draws the curtains on my career as jurist in Toontown,” Doom walked towards something that was hidden behind a large, ominous green curtain. “I’m retiring to take a new role in the private sector.”

“There wouldn’t be Cloverleaf Industries by any chance, would it?” Eddie as he began to approach the judge, but Smartass pointed his revolver to stop him.

Doom turned back to them, “You’re looking at the sole stockholder.”

_________

The car stopped at one side of the Acme Factory. Tom was the first to hop out, guns loaded and rage coursing through his inky veins.

“Benny, you go for the cops,” Roger told the cab, his hand trembling as he held up a golden pistol. “I’m gonna go save my wife.”

Benny recoiled when the barrel got too close to him. “Be careful with that gun! This ain’t no cartoon, you know!” he called out as Roger joined the blood-hungry demon prince. “This is no way to make a living.” He muttered, driving away.

The two ran to a window on one side of the warehouse that was only big enough for Roger to squeeze in. He tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Wouldn’t you know? Locked.” He said, leaning over against it. Like any other cartoon gag, the window suddenly swung open, and Roger fell into what appeared to be a restroom.

“Roger! No!” Tom tried to pull him back by the tail, but he missed. He watched him splash in one of the toilets and flushed in. “Aww!” he exclaimed in exaggerated disgust, then he held his hands up. Nope. Fuck that!

He managed to crawl his way into the restroom and looked around. He could hear them from a couple of blocks away, but how was he going to save Valiant and the girls without barging in?

His eyes locked onto the floor, then his hand began to drip with ink from his anxiety and anger. “Well, looks like I have to improvise.” He let the ink spread up his whole body, and he dissolved beneath the floor.

________

Doom reached behind a crate and brought out a silver dish. He dropped it to the ground and turned on a nozzle from behind the curtain. “Can you guess what this is?”

From the hose poured out steaming toxic green liquid. That same green liquid that was once used to take Twyla’s life and killed that innocent Toon clown shoe. It made her fur stick up on end.

“Oh, my God! IT’S DIP!” Jessica screamed, her emerald eyes widened in sheer horror.

“That’s right, my dear!” Doom pulled down the curtain behind him, “Enough to dip Toontown right off the face of the Earth!”

Behold them revealed a machine. A monstrous Leviathan born with metal instead of flesh, its body built of mechanical components instead of organs, tissues, and bones. The beast stood just a few feet below the ceiling and consisted of a large vat filled with gallons of heated, steaming Dip as well as a giant rotating brush used to convey the amount of the deadly liquid drenched on it. Its face was designed with a mechanism used to mix the Dip vat while it was apparently the driver’s seat. The monster’s malevolent red eyes glared at the three sharply from its windshield and held up a pressurized water cannon accommodated to spray huge streams of Dip like the barrel of an anti-tank cannon rifle. On each side of the doors held a decal labeled "Cloverleaf Industries".

This was horrendous. This was madness. This was genocide.

This was something only a monster like Doom could invent.

“Toontown will be erased in a matter of minutes!” Doom explained as Wheezy pushed down the empty barrel from the giant bowl, catching himself from falling.

Jessica defiantly put her hands on her hips, “I suppose you think no one’s going to notice Toontown’s disappeared?” she challenged.

Doom gestured his cane to the weasels without them noticing, “Who’s got time to wonder what happened to some ridiculous talking mice when you’re driving by at seventy-five miles an hour?” he countered.

Twyla’s stomach dropped. Had he just said what she thought he said?

She glanced warily at Smartass, who barely even acknowledged Doom’s reply. He didn’t even blink, just kept his eyes and revolver on her and her comrades. An ice-cold trepidation froze the demon princess’s blood. He's going to get rid of his own team, too? Even Smartass?

Despite her own reasons to slaughter them, the thought of them dying in the hands of their own employer without knowing of his betrayal made her gut clench.

“What are you talking about? There’s no road past Toontown!” Jessica shot at him, snapping the younger Toon back to the horrifying reality of their situation.

“Not yet!” Doom replied, approaching them once again, but nearly sliding among all the discarded fake eyeballs. “Several months ago, I had the good providence to stumble upon the city’s councils. A constriction plan of epic proportions. They’re calling it………… a freeway.”

What?

“A freeway?” Eddie asked, sharing a glance with the girls. “What the hell’s a freeway?”

“Eight lanes of shimmering cement running from here to Pasadena,” Doom answered, looming over him. “Smooth, safe, fast. Traffic jams will be a thing of the past?”

“So that’s why you killed Marvin Acme and R.K. Maroon? For this freeway? I don’t get it.”

“Of course not. You lack vision,” the inhuman jurist replied coldly. He walked past them where the crack was, “I see a place where people get on and off the freeway. Off and on, on and off, all day, all night! Soon, where Toontown once stood will be a string of gas stations, inexpensive hotels, restaurants that will serve rapidly prepared food, tire salons, automobile dealerships…” he spread his arms wide like he was holding the entire heavens, and smiled with wicked, maniacal glee. “And wonderful, wonderful billboards reaching as far as the eye can see!” he sighed, “My God, it’ll be beautiful.”

So this is why he was doing all of this? He killed Acme, the protector of Toontown and Maroon, a corrupted, greedy human who tried to atone for his misdeeds but was killed because he knew too much, and wanted to destroy Toontown, a promiseland Twyla and her family envisioned as their sanctuary, their true home…all for this stupid fucking freeway?

“Come on!” Eddie exclaimed, “Nobody’s gonna drive this lousy freeway when they can take the Red Car for a nickel!”

“Oh, they’ll drive. They’ll have to,” the bastard walked past him just a few inches away from Greasy who stood on a manhole. “You see, I bought the Red Car so I could dismantle it.” he tapped his cane for emphasis.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling noise.

“What the—?”

Greasy looked down at the manhole. And then…

BOOSH!

The lid that covered the manhole blasted off the floor, sending a screaming Greasy up and a white blur into the air with watery air shooting out.

“¡Caramba!” the Latino weasel gasped as he grabbed onto a net holding a ton of bricks. The white blur came down with a scream and landed on his feet.

Roger?!

Doom tried to make a grab for him, but something cold and metallic touched his neck.

“Move a muscle and your brains’ll be leakin’ lead.” A deep voice growled in his ear.

Twyla’s eyes widened with hope and relief upon recognizing the assailant. “Tommy!” she cried out and tried to rush to him.

Her big brother, on the other hand, held his hand out to stop her. “Stay right there, sis! I’ll take care of it.”

“OK, nobody move!” Roger threatened, pulling out a small gold pistol at Doom. “All right, weasels! Grab some sky, or I let the judge have it.” He glared at the weasels who tried to apprehend him but were hesitant. “You heard me! I said drop it!”    

Smartass knew he was not playing around, and dropped his revolver.

“Roger, darling!” Jessica cried out.

“Yes, it’s me, my dearest!” Roger answered, hopping to her side and taking her by the hand. “I’d love to embrace you, but first!” he quickly turned back to point the gun at the boogle about to rush at him. “I’ll have to satisfy my sense of moral outrage!”

Tom locked Doom in a chokehold, pressing the barrel of his gun at his temple. The bastard gritted his teeth at the rabbit, “Put the gun down, you buck-toothed fool!”

“That’s it, Doom! Give me another excuse to pump you full of lead!” Roger snapped back, making the judge trapped in the demon’s grasp back up a bit. “You thought you could get away with it, didn’t ya? Ha!”

Click!

Twyla looked up, silently gasping. Greasy had climbed onto the top of the net, his switchblade now cutting through the rope. And Roger was under it.

“We Toons may act idiotic, but we’re not stupid! We demand justice!” the rabbit continued, his eyes fixed on his opponent, “Why, the real meaning of the word probably hits you like a ton of bricks!”

Twyla, without warning, took off from where she was standing and tried to push Roger out of the way. But the bricks collapsed onto them both. The weasels broke into sadistic laughter, falling deaf on Jessica’s and Tom’s ears.

“Roger!”

“TWYLA!” Tom screamed, shoving the judge out of the way. He and Jessica both ran towards the massive pile, just as Roger’s head slowly popped out with stars orbiting around his head. Tom used his claws to dig out the remaining bricks, and his heart dropped seeing the state of his sister. She coughed off the dust, her jacket and hat scrapped, and her fur and hair all messed up. He gently pulled her into his arms, cradling her like he used to so many years ago.

“Twyla, why the fuck did you do that?!” he yelled, his voice panicked with worry.

“I…” she whispered, so weakly it was barely audible. “He was gonna drop ‘em on Roger.”

“Who?”

She pointed up, and Tom lifted his head up to see Greasy who was still laughing. He growled at the sleazeball.

“Roger! Say something!” Jessica pleaded, gently caressing her husband’s cheeks.

“Look! Stars! Ready when you are, Raoul!” he giggled before his face slammed down on the bricks.

“Tie the lovebirds together,” Doom ordered the weasels, “But line the twins next to Mr. Valiant.”

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The Blond Bomber

Imagine a blonde, 1940s version of Lois Lane who was not only what we would now call a photojournalist, but who could also pack a mean punch in order to subdue bad guys, and you have the formidable, if confusing, Honey Blake AKA The Blond Bomber. Honey worked for Acme Newsreels Incorporated and worked as lenswoman, making wartime news films for display in cinemas in the days when movie theatres frequently ran newsreels. Aided by her male sidekick Jimmy Slapso (also a photographer who seemed to double as Honey’s bodyguard) , the Blond Bomber was sent on dangerous assignments all over the world and frequently tangled with sinister Nazis, treacherous spies and baddies of various hues. Apart from being an accomplished camerawoman, we are also told that Honey was a qualified chemist, which definitely takes her out of airhead territory, even if this pharmaceutical skill was rarely on display in her 37 or so adventures. Honey’s distinctive characteristic however, was her skill in fisticuffs (no jiu-jitsu for the Blond Bomber) and our red-clad heroine never seemed happier than when she was knocking some villain or other into the middle of next week, like on the page featured above.

Honey was nothing if not eccentric and unpredictable (in her later Speed Comics stories she even started going back in time), but she had a goofy charm which probably explains her relatively lengthy run across a variety of titles.

The Blond Bomber appeared principally in the Green Hornet titles and in a few issues of All-New Comics and Speed Comics. Gratifyingly, Honey was also that Golden Age rarity: a female character created and illustrated by a woman, the talented Barbara Hall.

The page featured is from the Blond Bomber story, Sabotage On Parade, which appeared in Green Hornet Comics #10 (December 1942).

Sources: the comics blog paultobin.net, pdsh and comicbookplus for the page.

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Alpolic Cladding

#AlpolicCladding is an aluminium composite material (ACM) used widely in exterior and interior wall cladding. Click:  https://networkarchitectural.com.au/products/alpolic-nc/

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Hiii @omarandjohnny 💞❣️

I'm currently in my jrock era after a conversation with @mikuni14 <3 so let's shuffle that playlist:

D'espairsRay - Human-Clad Monster

2. the GazettE - FADELESS

3. NOCTURNAL BLOODLUST - SHOWTIME

4. Girugamesh - chimera

5. ACME - RISING SUN

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In the architectural scene of today, the success of intricate facade systems depends on early on design and construction teams cooperating. Particularly with systems like curtain walls and ACM (Aluminium Composite Material) cladding, which complicate building surfaces, exact details, solutions that can be created, and confirmation that they operate become increasingly crucial. 

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🏢 Transform Your Property with ACM Cladding in Vaughan – Trusted by Cladding Pros

When it comes to combining sleek aesthetics with long-lasting protection, ACM cladding Vaughan (Aluminum Composite Material) stands out as a top choice for modern architecture. In the vibrant city of Vaughan, homeowners and builders alike are turning to this innovative cladding solution to elevate both residential and commercial properties. And when quality matters, they trust the experts at Cladding Pros.

✨ Why Choose ACM Cladding?

ACM panels are designed to offer a seamless, contemporary look with outstanding performance. Here’s why they’re a popular choice:

🔹 Modern Appearance – Clean lines and customizable finishes give buildings a sleek, high-end look 🔹 Durability – Resistant to weather, corrosion, and impact, making them ideal for the Canadian climate 🔹 Low Maintenance – Say goodbye to constant repainting and repairs 🔹 Lightweight Yet Strong – Easy to install, yet incredibly sturdy 🔹 Energy Efficient – Improves thermal insulation and reduces energy bills

🛠️ ACM Cladding Services in Vaughan by Cladding Pros

At Cladding Pros, we specialize in ACM cladding in Vaughan, offering tailored solutions to suit every project. Whether you’re constructing a new building or upgrading an existing facade, we provide:

✅ Custom panel design and fabrication ✅ Professional installation with attention to detail ✅ A variety of colors, textures, and finishes ✅ Competitive pricing without compromising quality

Our team is fully trained, insured, and committed to delivering excellence on every job.

🏗️ Ideal for Any Structure

From office buildings and storefronts to custom homes and high-rise condos, ACM cladding enhances:

🏢 Commercial Exteriors 🏠 Residential Facades 🏫 Schools and Public Buildings 🏬 Retail Storefronts

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The Price of Peace of Mind: Understanding Asbestos Removal Costs in Aotearoa

Discovering asbestos on your property in Auckland or elsewhere in New Zealand can understandably lead to concerns about both health and finances. While the safety imperative of professional removal is clear, understanding the associated costs is a crucial part of the decision-making process. The price tag for making your home or business asbestos-free isn't fixed; it's influenced by a range of factors, making each project unique.

This article will break down the key elements that determine the cost of asbestos removal in NZ, providing estimated price ranges for common scenarios to help you navigate this important undertaking with greater clarity.

Decoding the Bill: What Drives Asbestos Removal Costs?

Several interconnected factors contribute to the final cost of your asbestos removal project. Understanding these will allow you to better interpret quotes and plan your budget effectively:

The Nature and Extent of the Asbestos: This is often the most significant cost driver. The type of asbestos-containing material (ACM) – whether it's the more hazardous friable (easily crumbled) variety or the less immediately dangerous non-friable type – will influence the complexity and precautions required for removal. The amount of asbestos present, measured in square metres for sheeting or linear metres for pipes, directly impacts the labour and disposal costs. A small patch of flooring will naturally cost less to remove than an entire asbestos cement roof.

Location, Location, Location: Where the asbestos is situated within your property plays a crucial role. Asbestos in easily accessible areas will be cheaper to remove than material in confined spaces, high elevations, or areas requiring complex access solutions like scaffolding. Properties in remote locations might also incur additional travel costs for the removal team.

The Complexity of the Job: Some removal projects are inherently more complex than others. This could involve intricate removal processes, the need for specialised equipment, or the presence of other hazards that need to be managed concurrently. For instance, removing asbestos lagging from complex pipework in a commercial setting will likely be more involved than removing straightforward asbestos cement cladding from a residential garage.

Containment Requirements: The level of containment required to safely remove the asbestos is a significant cost factor. Higher-risk friable asbestos will necessitate more robust and extensive containment measures, including full enclosures and negative pressure systems with HEPA filtration. This adds to the time, labour, and materials involved.

Testing and Air Monitoring: Before and after removal, independent testing and air monitoring are often necessary to ensure the area is safe. The number of samples required and the complexity of the air monitoring protocols will influence these costs. Clearance certificates from accredited laboratories are a vital part of the process and are factored into the overall expense.

Waste Disposal Fees: Asbestos waste is classified as hazardous and must be disposed of at licensed landfills that adhere to stringent regulations. These disposal fees are typically charged by weight or volume and can contribute significantly to the overall cost, especially for larger removal projects.

Licensing and Expertise: Engaging a licensed and experienced asbestos removal company is paramount for safety and compliance. Their expertise comes at a cost, but it's a worthwhile investment to ensure the job is done correctly and safely, avoiding potential legal and health repercussions down the line. Different classes of licenses (Class A and Class B) may also have varying associated costs due to the scope of work they are permitted to undertake.

Reinstatement Work: Once the asbestos is removed, some reinstatement work may be required, such as repairing walls, ceilings, or roofing. This is usually an additional cost and should be discussed with the removal contractor upfront.

Peeling Back the Layers: Estimated Price Ranges for Common Removal Projects

It's important to remember that these are estimated price ranges and actual costs can vary significantly based on the specific factors outlined above. Obtaining quotes from multiple licensed asbestos removal companies in Auckland and throughout New Zealand is always recommended for an accurate assessment.

Asbestos Roofing Removal (Residential): This is a common type of removal. For a standard-sized residential roof (around 100-150 square metres) made of asbestos cement sheeting, you might expect to pay anywhere from NZD $1,500 to $5,000+. Factors like roof pitch, accessibility, and the need for scaffolding will influence the higher end of this range.

Asbestos Cladding Removal (Residential): Similar to roofing, removing asbestos cement cladding from a typical residential property can range from NZD $1,800 to $6,000+, depending on the size of the area, accessibility, and any complexities in the removal process.

Asbestos Flooring Removal (Residential): Removing asbestos-containing vinyl tiles or underlay from a room or two might cost in the range of NZD $500 to $2,000+. The size of the area and the method of adhesion will affect the price. Larger areas or more difficult removal can push the cost higher.

Residential Asbestos Removal (Multiple Areas): For projects involving the removal of asbestos from several areas of a residential property (e.g., roofing, cladding, and flooring), the cost will be cumulative and could range from NZD $3,000 to $15,000+, or even more for larger or more complex properties.

Commercial Asbestos Removal: Commercial asbestos removal projects are often more complex and involve larger quantities of material, intricate building structures, and stricter regulatory requirements. Costs can vary significantly, ranging from NZD $2,000 to tens of thousands of dollars, depending on the scale and complexity. Factors like the type and location of asbestos (e.g., pipe lagging, insulation in plant rooms), the need for extensive containment, and the duration of the project will all contribute to the final price.

Beyond the Quote: What to Look for in an Asbestos Removal Company

When seeking quotes for asbestos removal, the cheapest option isn't always the best. It's crucial to choose a reputable, licensed company that prioritises safety and compliance. Look for:

Valid WorkSafe NZ Licence: Verify their licence class and ensure it covers the type of asbestos removal required.

Experience and Expertise: Check their track record and ask for references.

Comprehensive Insurance: Ensure they have adequate public liability and professional indemnity insurance.

Detailed Quote: The quote should clearly outline the scope of work, methodology, containment measures, waste disposal procedures, and any included testing or air monitoring costs. Be wary of vague quotes.

Adherence to Regulations: They should be fully conversant with the Health and Safety at Work (Asbestos) Regulations 2016.

Communication and Transparency: They should be able to clearly explain the process and answer your questions thoroughly.

Investing in a Safer Future: The Long-Term Value of Professional Removal

While the cost of asbestos removal can seem significant, it's essential to view it as an investment in the long-term health and safety of yourself, your family, or your employees. The potential health risks associated with asbestos exposure far outweigh the financial cost of professional removal. Furthermore, a property with documented asbestos removal is more valuable and easier to sell in the future.

Understanding the factors that influence asbestos removal costs in Auckland and New Zealand empowers you to make informed decisions, budget effectively, and choose the right professionals for the job. By prioritising safety and compliance, you can ensure the hazardous legacy of asbestos is dealt with responsibly, creating a healthier and more secure environment for everyone.

Asbestos Removal in NZ: What's the Real Cost? Uncover the factors influencing asbestos removal prices in Auckland and beyond. From roofing to flooring, residential to commercial, get estimated costs and learn how to choose the right (and safe) removal experts. Don't let hidden asbestos break the bank or your health!

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3A Composites flagship Brand ALUCOBOND Launches a Series of Colours and Surfaces

ALUCOBOND, a flagship brand of a Swiss major 3A Composites, which is a global innovator and manufacturer of high – quality Aluminium Composite Materials, has launched a unique and classic range of colours and surfaces to boost its premier portfolio. The three new offerings are:  Colourscapes, Concrete and Grove.

With addition of these three series, ALUCOBOND has presented a new captivating portfolio of more than 40 colours to choose from. Introducing the best surface coating and colours for long – term architectural use with these three series, ALUCOBOND has facilitated the architects to give a distinct identity to their designs. This new portfolio has been specially designed for the premium commercial and residential buildings, airports, shopping malls or institutions, which are underway in various parts of India. Currently, the Company is targeting the architects, developers and fabricators in major markets in India through its dedicated and well-established sales network. 3A Composites has been manufacturing ACP materials in its own state-of-the-art facility near Pune established in 2007, which is in perfect congruence with Prime Minister’s ‘Make in India’ initiative.

Talking about the launch, Mr Ranjeet Sharma, President and CEO, 3A Composites India Private Limited said, “Our flagship brand ALUCOBOND has always been the preferred choice of architects when it comes to installing ACP. To enable the architects to unleash their best creativity for modern and stylized buildings with safe fire-retardant materials, we have introduced three new colour series in our already existing portfolio. This will bring a new wave of designing trend and help the architects achieve designing elegance with safety.”

Mr Sharma added, “Till date, more than 130 million sq. ft. of ALCOBOND’s ACP has been used in the premium architectural segment, nationwide. In 1995, when ALUCOBOND was first introduced in India, it created a wave in Indian markets; as a new construction material. There are many buildings in a city like Mumbai; for instance, CITI Bank, IL&FS, NSE, Bharat Diamond Bourse in Bandra – Kurla Complex where ALUCOBOND was used in the late 90’s and early 2000’s and the buildings still have their facades intact, which is a testimony of the world – class quality of ALUCOBOND. It created an architectural revolution and set a new paradigm.”

In India, ALUCOBOND has been widely used in the construction of about 25 Airports, many premier educational institutes like the IITs, hundreds of major petrol pumps, major metro stations in New Delhi, etc. Some of the recent landmark projects where

ALUCOBOND has been used are Sabarmati High-Speed Rail Terminal, India International Convention & Expo Centre (IICEC) in Dwarka, New Delhi which is India’s largest Convention Centre under construction, Jio Convention Centre and Jio World Drive in Mumbai, etc.

About ALUCOBOND:

ALUCOBOND is a pioneer in Aluminium Composite Material (ACM) and has globally revolutionized the architectural appeal and functional performance of buildings. Since its inception in 1969, it has been the most preferred brand of ACP for architectural cladding applications setting new norms of how the buildings would look and be designed globally. 

Today, ALUCOBOND has become synonymous for ACP / ACM, which is a result of continuous research and development of various products, surface finishes and solutions. Being a global player, ALUCOBOND has expertise of connecting the dots across the world for any mega project in India with an architect and consultant located in another part of the world; so that any such project can be implemented in real time and seamlessly.

About 3A Composites:

3A Composites is an innovator and a global leader in the production of the high-quality aluminium composite materials (ACM) – ALUCOBOND®. The group belongs to the listed company Schweiter Technologies headquartered in Steinhausen, Switzerland. 3A Composites, formerly known as Alcan Composites, is an independent division of Schweiter Technologies and has approximately 4300 employees worldwide.

To bolster Indian footprint, the Swiss company invested in India in 2007 to set up a plant, offices, manpower and sales and marketing infrastructure. Technical know- how/expertise is transferred to India to service customer needs locally and globally. This aligns perfectly with Prime Minister’s MAKE IN INDIA initiative.

The cutting-edge manufacturing facility based near Pune, Maharashtra has infrastructure that rivals the best in the world. The plant’s total capacity exceeds 4 million square meters. 3A Composites is ISO 9001:2015 certified for quality management and ISO 14001:2015 for environmental management. With a corporate office in Mumbai, sales and marketing teams are present PAN India to meet the needs of all customers.

To Know More: https://alucobond.in/aluminium-composite-panel-suppliers-india

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What is Alucobond Cladding? Mistakes to Avoid During Installation

One composite panel that embodies the greatest creative standards and sustainable building quality is Alucobond cladding. It is made up of a mineral-filled core that is either non-combustible or fire-retardant and two aluminium cover sheets. Alucobond was the first aluminium composite material (ACM) used in the architectural and construction cladding industries.

The highest creative standards and sustainable building quality are represented by this Alucobond cladding installation, which is composed of two aluminium cover sheets and a mineral-filled core that is non-combustible or fire-retardant. For the first time, the legislation has been applied to a claim involving combustible cladding, even though it has long permitted consumers to bring defective product lawsuits against manufacturers they do not directly contact.

Alucobond ACM is composed of two smooth 0.020-inch aluminium sheets that are continually thermobonded to polyethene of various thicknesses. The thickness of the panels ranges from 3 to 6 mm. The Aluminum Composite Material (ACM) comes in three-, four-, and six-millimeter thicknesses. Between two layers of 0.5 mm thick aluminium is a fire-resistant core composed of 70% non-combustible mineral filler.

Table of Contents

Is it Waterproof?

Mistakes to Avoid When Installing Alucobond Cladding

1. Not Enough Preparation and Planning

2. Ignoring Expert Guidance

3. Utilising Low-Cost Materials

4. Untrustworthy Methods of Installation

5. Absence of Frequent Maintenance

6. Disregarding Local Building Codes

7. Underestimating the Needs for the Budget

Conclusion

Is it Waterproof?

The material can tolerate temperature extremes, is water-resistant, resistant to different types of pollution and chemical attacks, and has thermal and acoustic insulation properties. Aluminium panels can last for more than 20 years.Alucobond Plus: Is It ACM?

Among other uses, aluminium composite material (ACM) panels are lightweight metal cladding that is perfect for rain-screen cladding and external facades. Alucobond® facades are composite panels made up of a polymer core filled with minerals and two aluminium cover sheets.

Mistakes to Avoid When Installing Alucobond Cladding

Starting a house recladding project in Auckland may be a thrilling adventure that improves the look and value of your property. However, prudence is necessary to prevent mistakes that could result in high costs and disappointment. In order to ensure a smooth transition, we will discuss the mistakes to avoid while recladding your Auckland home in this post.

1. Not Enough Preparation and Planning

Homeowners often make the mistake of starting a recladding project without sufficient planning and preparation. Examining Alucobond cladding installation options while taking weather, building codes, and architectural style into consideration is essential. This approach will enable you to choose the best cladding material for your house.

2. Ignoring Expert Guidance

Even though do-it-yourselfers may feel confident in their abilities, it is essential to consult an Auckland recladding specialist before beginning any recladding tasks. A competent architect or contractor can spot problems, evaluate the house’s structural soundness, recommend suitable materials, and give precise cost estimates. Their advice greatly lowers the likelihood of errors.

3. Utilising Low-Cost Materials

Cutting corners and using subpar materials might seem like a wise way to save money, but they can lead to major issues later on. Selecting premium cladding materials for your house ensures better insulation and greater energy efficiency, in addition to increased durability. Using high-quality materials from the start will eventually result in lower maintenance costs.

4. Untrustworthy Methods of Installation

Even with high-end cladding materials, proper installation methods should never be disregarded. If these materials are not put appropriately, their efficiency may be weakened. When recladding their homes, many novice builders undervalue the significance of installation methods such as ventilation needs or moisture management systems. For this reason, it’s essential.

5. Absence of Frequent Maintenance

After your property has been reclad, don’t undervalue the importance of routine maintenance. One of the first steps to maintaining your home’s structural soundness and aesthetic appeal is recladding. Although Alucobond cladding installation materials are made to endure severe weather conditions, their lifespan is impacted by regular maintenance. Any home care plan must include cleaning schedules, inspection procedures, and repair suggestions. You can enjoy your reclad home for many years to come if you take good care of your investment.

6. Disregarding Local Building Codes

When doing a recladding project, homeowners frequently forget how important it is to follow building codes. Occasionally, people just assume that renovation regulations cover these initiatives. It’s important to remember, too, that some cladding materials or facade modifications may call for permissions or approvals from the relevant authorities. Infractions of these rules may result in penalties, hold-ups, or even the requirement to remove installed cladding. It’s crucial to speak with authorities or experts who are knowledgeable about building rules and permit requirements before beginning any recladding work.

7. Underestimating the Needs for the Budget

It might be stressful and leave you frantically looking for more money if you underestimate the budget for the Alucobond cladding installation project. Fees like scaffolding, temporary housing fees (if necessary), structural problems that might be discovered during demolition, and other unanticipated costs that might come up during the project should all be taken into account while planning. A more seamless experience will result from having a well-planned budget that considers unforeseen circumstances.

Conclusion

Recladding your house is an activity that enhances the utility and value of your property while modernising its appearance. You can navigate this transformation successfully if you are mindful of pitfalls like inadequate planning, not following the advice of qualified professionals, using inferior materials, not following the recommended installation methods, or failing to plan for necessary maintenance. It is essential to make decisions that prioritise long-term durability and energy efficiency in your project.

If you’ve got the right skills and you’re able to give weight to all the factors you consider, you could make a fabulous finish that will breathe new life into your place. It’s important to stay current on trends in design and consider low-maintenance options that add market value to your home. Results are possible in a committed way with local knowledge. By being thorough at each stage in the build-out process and asking for help as necessary, you can alleviate stress and provide a pathway to the outcome you intended. As you begin this construction project that will, in a meaningful way, materialise your concept, let yourself think out of the box!

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How Does Asbestos Removal Impact during House Demolition in Perth?

House demolition is a complex project in Perth that requires careful planning and proper execution to ensure the safety and compliance with safety regulations. However, asbestos removal is a significant aspect in residential demolition, particularly in older homes. 

Previously, asbestos was widely used in construction materials for fire-resistant and insulating benefits. But now this material is known to pose severe health risks when disturbed. So, proper asbestos removal is essential to ensure a safe and legally compliant demolition process.

Understanding Asbestos in Residential Properties

Asbestos was commonly used in residential buildings which were constructed before the 1990s. This material can be found in different materials, including insulation, roofing, wall cladding, flooring, and cement sheets. 

If asbestos-containing materials (ACMs) get disturbed during demolition, they release microscopic fibers into the air. Upon inhaling, these fibers can cause severe respiratory diseases, including asbestosis, lung cancer, and mesothelioma. That’s why it’s recommended to consider asbestos removal during the residential demolition process.

Legal and Safety Regulations

Asbestos removal is highly regulated In Australia and Perth is no exception. The Work Health and Safety (WHS) Regulations mandate that licensed professionals must handle asbestos removal before any demolition work starts. 

Homeowners and demolition contractors must comply with Safe Work Australia’s Code of Practice to ensure that asbestos is removed, transported, and disposed of at an approved facility safely. Failing to adhere to these safety regulations can result in severe penalties, legal repercussions, and major health issues. So, you should rely on the trustworthy residential demolition company in Perth specialises in providing asbestos removal. 

The Asbestos Removal Process

Inspection and Assessment - Before demolition project, a licensed asbestos professional conducts a thorough inspection of the property to identify ACMs (asbestos containing materials). These specialists may take samples and analyze in a laboratory to confirm asbestos presence.

Planning and Risk Assessment – The professionals can prepare a detailed asbestos removal plan, outline the necessary safety measures, equipment, and disposal procedures. This ensures less risk to workers and nearby residents.

Safe Removal and Containment - Licensed asbestos removalists use specialised protective gear and equipment to eliminate asbestos materials safely and efficiently. These professionals can seal off the work area and may use negative air pressure units to prevent fiber dispersal.

Proper Disposal – The reliable demolition contractors carefully package the asbestos waste in labeled, airtight containers and transport to a licensed disposal facility. They follow strict documentation and tracking to ensure compliance with environmental and health regulations.

Site Clearance and Air Monitoring - After removal, the contactors undergo air quality testing on the site to ensure that no asbestos fibers remain behind. Only after receiving clearance certification, the demolition process can proceed further. 

What Makes Professional Asbestos Removal Necessary?

Choosing professional asbestos removal service ensures following:

Compliance with demolition regulations in Perth

Protect workers and surrounding communities from asbestos exposure

Efficient and legally approved disposal of hazardous materials

Manage demolition process properly with minimal delays

Final Conclusion

Asbestos removal is necessary in house demolition process in Perth to protect public health and ensure regulatory compliance. Because of dangerous consequences of asbestos exposure, it is imperative to engage licensed professionals to handle the removal process safely and efficiently. 

If you are planning a residential demolition project in Perth, you should work with a reputable residential demolition company in Perth i.e. Big Bad Wolf Demolition.  We specialise in providing asbestos removal services to ensure a smooth, risk-free process from start to finish.

[shy-nightmare]

The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths

Chapter Nine: Where’s the Rabbit?

Summary: The dreaded Toon Patrol stops by for an unwelcome visit, and the Twisted Toonz Twins meet their rivals.

Credit for inspiration goes to @imaginarytoon1, author of “The Birchwood Twins: Toontown Investigators” and @its-metal-mistress, author of “Bendy and the Ink Machine: Learning How to Live”. Please check out their own wonderful content ^^!

Special Guests Tags 😊: @marinerainbow, @slashingdisneypasta, @weaselnerd and @lastofautumn

This chapter contains silly weasel shenanigans, Smartass and Tom having strong b e e f at first sight, Greasy being a BAMF flirting with Twyla (AGAIN!) in front of her brother 😅

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Clank!

The doorknob to Eddie’s office fell to the ground and it creaked open, almost ominously. The twins started to do their part of their boss’s plan; they are officially Eddie Valiant’s assistants who are also looking for Roger Rabbit, the accused murderer of Marvin Acme. For now, they just sat at the card-playing table playing Uno.

Tom kept his eyes on the door and watched a gang of five Toon weasels poking their heads in. The first weasel he saw was a tall weasel as thin as a toothpick and reeked of cigarette smoke and roadkill decay. Despite his scrawny figure, his arms were packed with steely muscle proven by holding his Tommy gun with no problem. His fur was an ashy blue with a powder-blue muzzle, ears, and underbelly and clad in a stained dress-shirt with rolled up sleeves, an open black vest along with a matching undone  tie and wore a bowler hat stashed with cigarettes poking from the black band. Four cigarettes poked out from his pursed lips and yellowed fangs, and his pockets held lit cigarettes dangerously close to setting his clothes on fire. A massive cloud of toxic plumes followed him, nearly veiling his bloodshot icy cobalt eyes. Unsurprisingly, he blinked just fine.

The next two weasels were the ones Tom paid close attention to. The first weasel leading the charge had to be the boss, and Tom already knew he was going to be a pain in the ass. Judging by his “Don’t fuck with me” glower, taste for fine things in life and “I’m walkin’ here” stroll, he had to have been referencing someone famous. Joe Pesci? Nah, he was born in ‘43. Capone? No, he died in January this year. Cagney? Yep, definitely Cagney.

His fur was tawny brown with tangerine coloring half his snout, underbelly, and pawpads, and his long, black-streaked tail lashed aggressively. The guy was small, but there’s no doubt he could take on wiseguys much bigger than him; his lean arms were heavy with firm, solid muscle and his chest puffed out, displaying his strength like a prideful pink peacock. He wore a light pink double-breasted Cagney zoot suit adorned with four bronze buttons fitting his lean, sinewy form over a crisp white dress shirt holding a hot pink bejeweled tie, white spats warming his clawed feet, and a light pink fedora fit snugly on his head. Like any other gangster, he seemed to take pride in his style with the way his jewel glittered in the light, and the polished gold chain of a pocket watch hanging from his left pocket. His eyes were cold like ice and sharp like golden switchblades, which complimented his mean-looking mug.

Tom’s eyes moved to the other weasel, who was most likely the right-hand of the gang. His fur was dark chocolate with light mocha warming his snout and ears. Although he too was slender, he had a bit of a pot belly that looked well in proportion to his size and height. He stood a head taller than the other four and wore a zoot suit similar to Cagney Weasel’s, but unlike him whose style fit in with the classic gangster types, his Pachuco suit emblemed the Zoot Riots. He wore a jade-colored trench coat trimmed with a black collar and baggy sleeve-cuffs over matching high-waisted trousers and spectator shoes, but his main colors were contrasted by a white dress shirt and a hot pink tie. His oiled black hair was topped by a wide-brimmed jade fedora casting a shadow over his dark eyes, accenting his outfit of choice. He strolled in with a slink of his movements, as if he were trying to look suave in his saunter but all Tom had to do was take one whiff on him and smell the heavy cologne laced with sleaziness.

You call him Casanova? Tom arched a brow, Brother, tone down the Creep Chanel No. 1, will ya?

The fourth weasel had to be a secret love child of Ripper Roo and Wind in the Willows. He was small and thin, coated in caramel fur that he probably skinned off from the body of a poor unfortunate Toon. His blue eyes were wide and unhinged and yellow swirls danced around his orbs with deranged delight, and sprouting from smiling lips were dozens of small yellow fangs perfect for tearing off flesh from your fucking face and chewing human meat. On top of his head was a wild mass of spiky gingerbread hair probably used as porcupine quills, and he only wore a straitjacket with unlocked restraints and large baggy sleeves covering his paws while he was holding a barber’s razor.

And finally, there was the fifth weasel, who nearly tumbled on his way in while holding a nail-implanted baseball bat. He appeared to be the muscle of the gang, but he was a little bigger with the meat than the muscles. Honestly, he looked more like a potato made out of pillows and fluff rather than muscle and bone. His fur was coated in gingerbread and apricot fur warming his bucktoothed snout, and his bagel belly was stockier than the right-hand’s. He only wore a blue-and-white striped T-shirt barely covering his gut, untied blue tennis shoes, and a red beanie holding a yellow propeller. His wide hazel eyes looked around the room, oblivious of the twins nearby.

“Looks like they gave us the slip, huh, Boss?” Casanova asked in a low husky voice laced with Puerto Rican descent, pulling out a pistol.

“Nah. Valiant’s got him stashed somewhere,” Cagney replied and pulled out a loaded Colt Trooper Mk II. Tom took a wild guess that the gun was loaded with Dip-filled bullets.

“That him?” Tom mouthed at his twin.

She silently sighed, then nodded. Her eyes glared at him sharply and pointed a clawed finger at him, mouthing “But don’t kill him yet.”

“Can’t make no promises.” Twyla shook her head at Tom, but a small smile cracked her lips.

“Hey, you!” the leader exclaimed. “At the ‘cable’! Show ‘your-shelves’!”

Twyla rolled her amethyst orbs, then let out a soft growl and looked over her shoulder to greet him with an icy glare. The pink bastard’s eyes widened at the sight of her, then returned the glare while lowering his gun.

“Ugh, you again?!” he barked. His right-hand peeked over his left shoulder and his lips curled in a prurient smile seeing the noirette. A low growl rumbled from Tom’s throat. “What are you doin’ here?!” The Brooklyn weasel snarled at Twyla.

OK, folks. Time for the big brother to step in.

“Well, well, well.” A low, gravelly voice echoed around the walls of the disorganized office, alarming the weasels. All ten pairs of eyes whirled to see the presence of Gunslinger Tom Toonz looming in from the dark shadows of the other end of the table. He looked down at them with a menacing grin revealing his glistening sharp fangs, and his unfriendly eyes reveled in the concealed fearful apprehension radiating off from the pack. “Didn’t know we were havin’ guests on this fine, bloodless day.” he chuckled sinisterly. 

He spotted the way the chain-smoker’s eyes swiftly glanced at him, as if he just figured out that Valiant was in fact not alone, and Tom grinned darkly at that. Even the loon’s swirls stopped moving almost instantly like he was sane enough to imagine the dangerous consequences of this little “visit” if they make a wrong move.

“Duh, there’s two of them?” the “muscleman” tilted his head like an innocent puppy, which nearly made Tom’s heart melt with sympathy. Poor guy has no idea of the potential – no, actual danger he and his teammates were in.

“Shaddup!” the leader snapped, then whipped his head back to the duo while raising his revolver. “Show us where Valiant is!”

Unsatisfied with the lack of fear, Tom’s grin dropped before he lightly jerked his head towards the kitchen. The pink-clad gangster heard a faint humming and caught a flash of movement, then followed the trail to the kitchen.

“Hold it right there!” he aimed his gun at Eddie who was at the sink doing his…laundry.

He barely spared them a glance. “Hello, boys. I didn’t hear you come in.”

Completely ignoring the detective’s “assistants”, Cagney grabbed a chair and slammed the back of it against the counter, nearly knocking Tom off his. He glared metaphorical daggers at his back, then suddenly whiplashed and bared his teeth seeing the so-called Casanova sneak his way towards Twyla’s personal space. He rested his chin on his left palm, giving her the goo-goo eyes.

“I didn’t know that I was going to see you again~” he purred, his voice dripping with lust. "Se sintió como…una eternidad."

Twyla raised a polite albeit confused brow, but Tom saw right through that sleazy creep. “Oye. Guárdalo en tus pantalones, repelente.” He growled at him.

The gangster flinched like he literally just noticed Tom was there too, and nonchalantly held his hands up. But Tom noted the smug amusement in his eyes.

He was faking it. This motherfu—!

“What’s in there?”

“My lingerie.” Eddie responded, pulling up a wet sock from the sink. The leader’s nose scrunched his disgust and turned away while holding his nose. Suddenly, as soon as his back was turned, Roger popped out of the sink, spitting out the water. Abruptly, the zoot gangsters turned their heads in Eddie’s direction just as Roger was successfully shoved back in the sink. To distract them, Twyla started coughing.

“You all right?” Tom asked.

Twyla nodded, then mischievously tossed him a 2+. Her brother glowered but swallowed his pride and took two additional cards. She coughed again to keep them distracted as she took a sip of water from her glass.

Rolling his eyes, Cagney shoved his subordinate out of the way before interrogating the twins, as well. “While we’re here, mind if I ask for yer names?” he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

“Only if you give yours, bub.” Tom raised a brow but complied, pointing a red Uno reverse.

“Fine. I’ll give ya tha’ coitesy,” the Brooklyn weasel replied harshly, then suddenly took Tom’s hand in a brief but firm handshake. “The name’s Smartass. Sergeant Smartass.” He emphasized on “Sergeant” with a touch of pride, his lips curled in a cocky, smug grin. “I run dis outfit.”

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, introducing his men.

“That’s Wheezy, my left-hand.” He pointed his thumb at the smoker weasel, who blew a cloud of smoke as a means of saying “What’s up?”.

“Psycho. Dat’s all you need `ta know about him.”

“Hiiiiii!!! Heh-heh-hehe!” The straitjacketed weasel giggled manically.

The boss weasel, Smartass, then motioned towards the tubby weasel…who was staring at nothing. Tom had to guess that they were some sort of Doc and Dopey rip-offs. “Stupid, our muscle.” At the mention of his name, the potato turned around and childishly waved, “Hello!”

Smartass finally addressed the creepy elephant in the room with an exasperated, annoyed sigh. “And the mug oglin’ tha’ dame is my right-hand Greasy.”

The tallest weasel made a clicking noise and flirtatiously winked at Twyla, who only gave him a brief glance and flicked two reverses at Tom. He ignored his sister’s audacity for now.  

Smartass turned back at them, “And…” he gave them the once-over. “Who tha’ hell are you?”

“Name’s Tom. Gunslinger Tom.” Tom introduced himself, returning the once-over. “I’m also a bad bastard. And the dame you’ve recently harassed and your ‘right-hand’ flirted with is my sister, Twisted Twyla.” He jerked his thumb over to Twyla, who curtly tilted her chin up.

“Sister?” the weasels exclaimed in unison, minus Greasy who silently whispered, “Twyla.”

“But, duh,” Stupid pointed out. “You’re a wolf and she ain’t!”

Next to him, Wheezy roughly nudged his shoulder.

“We’re fraternal twins.” Tom cast the muscleman a very sharp, intimidating glare. “And we’re hybrids. Don’t fuckin’ forget that.”

“Easy, Wolf,” Eddie called out, lifting his free right hand. “Last thing we need right now is the house blown down.”

“Sorry, Boss,” Tom apologized.

Smartass rose a brow, “Boss?”

“They’re workin’ with me.” Eddie noted the cynical look in the leader’s eye, then elaborated. “I needed someone who also knows Toon cases better than anyone else, and they were offering their services.”

Smartass briefly glanced at the twins, then turned away. “Search the place, boys! And leave no stone unturned.”      

The four patrollers followed the command and began their trail. Greasy frowned, rolling his eyes for some unsurprising reason but did what Smartass ordered him to do. Papers were tossed in the air, filing drawers and cabinets were becoming a mess, and other debris scattered everywhere.

“Look, Valiant. We got a reliable tip-off the rabbit was here,” Smartass hopped back on the chair, shoving the barrel of his revolver at Eddie. “It was ‘corrugated’ by several others.” He pressed his gun at the detective’s cheek. “So cut tha’ bullshtick.”

Eddie arched a brow at him before answering, “You keep talkin’ like that and I’m gonna have to wash your mouth out.”

He shoved the bar of soap right in Smartass’s mouth, causing the Sergeant to lose his balance. In a cartoony way, he rolled down the staircase knocking over a few boxes just as Roger popped back up again to spit out the soapy water. Twyla scooted her chair far away from him before he could knock her over as well. While he got up coughing bubbles, his men started to laugh hysterically.

“Stop that laughin’!” Smartass yelled, though his voice was muffled by the soap. He eventually spat out the bar right in Wheezy’s face. It threw him off Eddie’s desk and slammed into the window, but that only managed to make the other three laugh even harder.

“Stop that laughin’! Ya know what happens when ya can’t stop laughin’?!” Smartass yelled again, holding up a toilet plunger and harshly whacking Psycho and Greasy on the head. Stupid fell against the file cabinet, still laughing. In a fit of rage, Smartass threw the plunger at him like a spear. It went right into his muzzle and pinned him to the cabinet.

“One of these days, yer gonna die laughin’!” Smartass dusted himself off as he brushed past the twins back to Eddie. He retrieved his revolver and pointed it at him. “As for you, Valiant, step out of line and we’ll hang you and your laundry out…to dry.”

He splashed the water a couple of times, cackling with sinister malice. The twins watched him walk down the stairs, but he paused once he got next to them. He grabbed a card from the pile and inspected it before he looked back at them.

“This ain’t over with you two either. Not by a long shot,” he smacked the card down, revealing a slashed zero. He stared Tom right in the eyes, but that didn’t scare the Rubberhose wolf. Not even a little.

“Oh, so you wanna play, huh?” Tom asked, genuinely amused. He leaned forward, his lips slowly curling into a warped smile revealing his fearsome fangs. “Game on…squirt.”

Smartass’s eyes flashed with indignance but made no comment. He scoffed a snarl, then turned to his gang, “C’mon, boys! Let’s am-scray.”

The pack made their way out of the door, but Greasy dragged behind. He waited until they were out of earshot, pulled up his trousers a bit and walked over to Twyla.

“I hate this business before pleasure mierda, mi hermosa rosa de noche,” he lamented, gently taking her hand. “But sadly, I must follow the boss’s orders. Until then, adiós, cariña.”

He kissed her hand and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

Twyla couldn’t help but keep her gaze lingering on the door. Behind her, Tom growled as he walked up the stairs to Eddie.

“They’re gone.” He spoke.

Roger popped his head out of the sink. “Jeepers, guys! That was swell!” he smiled, squeezing the water out of his ears. “You saved my life! How could I ever repay ya?”

He jumped on top of Eddie and kissed him on the lips with full gratitude.

Eddie pushed him off, growling. “For starters, don’t ever kiss me again!”

After a minute, he turned to Tom. “I’m no genius, but I’m guessin’ you don’t take kindly to needle-nosed jackasses with a badge, huh?”

“You’d be pickin’ up the correct observations, Valiant.” Tom confirmed, straightening his jacket. “Any idea what to do now?”

“We’ll swing by the Terminal Bar Station and get Dolores,” Eddie motioned to his and Roger’s handcuffed hands for emphasis. “I gotta ask her for a favor anyway.”

While Tom helped dry Roger off, Twyla was stacking up the cards when she spotted a white paper note on her side of the table. Her brows furrowed together, and her head tilted in confusion as she brought it up.

Get out of the case while you still got the chance. You’re gonna get hurt.