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[the-californicationist]

Cali Cali bo-bali banana fana fo-fali me my mo mali! Cali!

I'm three Budweisers in and got an itch for alpha Price with a sudden need to breed (yay! Surprise rut!), and there's his sweet smelling omega neighbor who he's been keeping at arm's length because he's a professional dammit and has complete control of his urges, thank you very much.

Honestly, I just wanna see Mr. "I'm Married to My Job" lose it and show back up on base abashed and mated, and also ridiculously proud of his lil omega's claiming bite, because "she turned into a wildcat, lads. I couldn't stop her." *wink-wink*

Or not. I'm happy with any smutty Price fic you bestow on us, really. I'm just being weirdly specific because— alcohol = horny thots. 🍺😏🥴🫠

Drunken hugs 🫂 from Random Thot

RTG!! You are the most amazing person, and every time I see your pfp on AO3 or tumblr, I just get all gooey inside. Thank you for the ask! I wrote (and fully deleted) this fic three times because I wanted to get it right. I just pray that I could deliver. <3 <3 Hope this is what you were hoping for!!

MDNI/NSFW -- TW: damsel in distress, ABO dynamics, knotting, fuck-or-die scenarios, CNC, fluids, PIV sex, female OC

Glory, Glory

It was his last beer of the night, and he was ripping it apart. Curling, soggy shards of the torn label were stuck under his thumbnail, darkening the translucent edge and making it look dirty. They littered the sticky, lacquered bartop like ugly snow, falling in a tiny, chaotic mess. His hands were more than just dirty, the captain thought to himself as he used his wide thumb to itch at the glue-covered glass, rolling little, paper shards away from the smooth surface to reveal the amber liquid swirling within. The captain’s hands; they were covered in blood. Not innocent blood, but blood all the same. They’d never be clean again. 

But, that was the job, and he was good at it. His hands were a direct reflection of his hard work. Killing evil bastards kept the world safe. Some poor sob in a factory could clean out the glue-painting machine that pasted these fuckin’ labels on all of these bloody beer bottles because of one unshakable truth: John Price was good at killing evil bastards.

Unfortunately, the killing would need to wait until after the mandated leave window closed again. His argument with Kate still grated inside of his head. He could almost hear her harsh, Yank accent in his ears.

“What do you want me to tell payroll, John? You can’t be here. You’ve got too many days. Go home. See your mom.”

“I see her plenty, Katie. Let me run that ops gig with Keller. C’mon. I’ll do overwatch,” he tried his best to weasel his way back into a bit of active duty.

“You’d be the world’s most expensive overwatch. Hell no. Here’s your ticket,” she shoved an envelope in his hands, “...and your money,” another envelope, “Go the fuck home, Captain. That’s an order.”

An order. More like a toothless threat. 

But, alas, here he was, staring at a freshly shaved, buzzcut version of himself in a filthy pub mirror, undressing bottles left and right. 

“Another, mate?” The barkeep pointed to his almost-empty drink, making a slight grimace at the paper graveyard that was sprinkled across his bar.

“No,” John sighed, pulling out a few notes from his wallet, “I’m off.”

“Happy Christmas,” the barkeep took the bills and didn’t bother to look up again, setting himself to sweeping the torn strips off of the surface, preparing for the next paying customer. 

“You, too,” John muttered, tugging his black wool beanie over his ears before braving the classic cold, wet, and windy Liverpudlian night. 

He didn’t live far. John’s mum had kept up his loft down by the docks, but it certainly didn’t feel like home. Home wasn’t real. Not anymore. As he walked along the Mersey’s edge, he peered into the black water, wondering if he’d ever truly go home again. 

All of a sudden, he heard a shrill scream. Every sense that had been dulled by his lager was now as sharp as a blade and set on its edge. Again, a high-pitched shout pealed through the night air, beckoning him back to his heroism. That keening was the sound of some evil that needed stamping out, and he was hungry for it. 

He sprinted through the warehouse district, chasing the noise of scuffling, ducking behind alleys and abandoned garages, looking for the source. Finally, there was a flash of red that caught his eye, so he ran towards it, his mind making sense of the scene in front of him. 

Voices were jumbled and mashed up together, barely registering in his mind.

“Out here in a fuckin’ heat. Dumb bitch! C’mere.”

“She’s got a knife!”

“C’mere, you little slag. Get –”

In the middle of three huge, stinking Alphas, a tiny Omega was struggling, arm outstretched, brandishing her knife at them to keep them at bay. John came up behind the biggest one, some bald fuck with a dirty coat, and dropped him, cracking his spine in two places with well-placed fists, and breaking his jaw on his way down to the ground, leaving him groaning on the concrete. 

One of his mates, a older man with thick, black eyebrows, lunged at Price, a look of indignant surprise on his face. The Omega screamed, her red coat yanked back over her face by the third man, her knife clattering to her feet. Price focused on Mister Eyebrows, dodging a lazy haymaker before popping him twice in the nose, drawing out his blood and knocking out at least two of his front teeth. Then, John grabbed him by the collar, pulling his jaw into his raised knee and listening to the satisfying splash as he fell into a murky puddle. 

Finally, he set his sights on the last Alpha of the pack whose ropey arm was looped across the Omega’s neck, choking the air from her lungs. He growled at Price, his scent turning to rancid fear,

“Stay back! She’s mine, you big bastard.”

The captain had nothing to say. With a practiced ease, he side-stepped her assailant, breaking the elbow that controlled her throat, making him release her immediately. The evil bastard stumbled back, hand outstretched, bargaining for his life, 

“Wait, wait. I’ll share her with you, how’s that? I’ll even let you have first go!”

A deafening howl came out of his mouth as Price’s boot heel made contact with his kneecap, forcing it to snap at a terrible angle. John’s hand shot out and grabbed the man by the hair on the crown of his head, tugging cruelly at his scalp. Without mercy, John slammed his face into a nearby bollard, and the howling stopped.

It was quiet again aside from the Omega’s trembling breaths. She had recovered the knife and was now pointing it towards John with shaking hands and wide, determined eyes. 

“You alright, love?” Price asked, holding his hands up in a sign of peace, edging towards her in gentle, predictable steps. 

“Y-yeah… Stay! Stay right there,” her voice was bright and clear, and he could hear her strength laced through her words. He stopped in his tracks, respecting her wishes.

“What are you doin’ all the way out here, darlin’?”

“They dragged me over here from Baltic Fleet,” she straightened up, getting her bearings, wiping the blood from a small cut in her cheek, “Fuckin’ bastards. Thank you, by the way.”

“Jus’ doin’ my job,” Price shrugged, waiting for her to lower the knife even further before he continued his approach.

“Police?” She asked, a little confused. 

“Not exactly,” Price smiled, offering a hand out to her, “John Price, Captain of His Majesty’s RAF service.”

“Oh,” she studied him for a moment, and then her eyes fell to the hand, ready to bite but deciding to shake it instead. 

When he touched her skin, Price felt her fever. Shocked, he tightened his grip, not meaning to startle her but too surprised by her temperature to ignore it.

“Christ, love. You’re burnin’ up.”

As quick as a flash, she yanked her hand out of his grasp and retreated back towards the wall of the warehouse behind her, scooting her way towards the corner to get out of his range, ready to bolt. She didn’t respond, but John watched as she wiped her brow, dotted with sweat and covered in concern. 

“Hey,” he moved forward again protectively, “You can’t be out here alone. Not like this. At least let me walk with you. I’ll stay ten paces behind. It’s not safe.”

“I’m fine,” she said with more strength in her voice than what she was ready to produce.

“You’re not. You’re in a bloody heat. When did it start?” He watched as her knees began to tremble, and against her obvious wishes, he helped her sit on the warehouse deck, letting her keep the knife so she could feel safe. 

“Yesterday…” She closed her eyes, trying to shake it off, “It’s… I’m fine. It’s never this bad.”

Now that he was close to her, Price was smothered by the scent of her body. The Omegan glands in her neck smelled like thick, wild honey, and her heat was mixing with her aroma, turning an already sweet smell into a lucious, decadent gourmand, pulling him in like quicksand. 

“C’mon,” he helped her up, “Where’s your place? I’ll get you close.”

The clang of her knife made him glance up to see her eyes closed and her mouth slack. She was out, too weak to withstand the fever and the physical exertion. 

Price felt his body react to her need. He was filled with rage, white and hot, at her situation. Those goddamn monsters were trying to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state. She should be home in her nest, being taken care of by her Alpha, covered in soothing oils and cool compresses, her needy little cunt stuffed full of his knot, staving off these symptoms and enduring them for her. Instead, she’d been hunted, chased, made to fight for her dignity out here in the middle of the docks. Something else inside Price’s chest curled around his anger. 

Possession. 

He tried to shake it off, knowing it came from being unmarked, but it had been so many years as a lone Alpha that he knew how to control it. Or, at least he thought he did. 

Now, though, he found himself pulling at the neck of her coat as he held her in his arms, invading her privacy to check for a bite. He felt the shame wash over him as he covered her skin back up. He had no business searching for a mating bite. She was not his Omega, and he was not her Alpha. 

After a few minutes out in the chilled wind, he made it to his apartment. Thankfully, it was late enough that his neighbors weren’t outside to witness what looked like a literal kidnapping, and he shuffled her inside without much trouble. Price lay her down on his long, leather sofa, careful to rest her head on the soft arm. He went to the kitchen to retrieve a cold rag and pressed it to her forehead, hoping to hold back the fever for as long as he could.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Wake up,” he whispered, trying to gently shed her coat and sweater, peeling her layers off to bring her temperature down to a more manageable level. 

She moaned, her eyes wrenching shut even tighter, her face twisted in pain,

“My head…” She sighed, desperate for some relief. 

“I know, love. C’mon,” John propped her up a bit, moving the rag so that the coldest parts would be against her skin, “What’s your name? I can find an address. Do you have your purse?”

“They… took it? I don’t… I dunno…” She muttered, obviously having a hard time stringing her thoughts together, “I don’t feel so good.”

This was not ideal. Price knew what came next. A high fever, exhaustion, fatigue, nausea, increased heart rate, and then… 

“Alpha?” Her eyes were open, glassy and dark, the pupils fully blown, looking up at him with an outpouring of unfathomable need. Her scent rolled off of her in mind-altering waves, shoving Price’s carefully-built walls out of the way and sending shocks of desire straight to his heart and his fat, growing cock. 

“No, baby. I’m not your Alpha. Who is he? Can you give me a name?” John asked, checking her coat pockets in a rushed panic. He was running out of time. 

“Alpha, please… I need… Help me, please,” her shaking hands reached under his jacket and shirt, her knuckles rubbing against his furry belly, her strong fingers digging around for his belt buckle, getting right to the point. 

Price felt the room flex around him, and he tried to breathe in air that wasn’t saturated by her vanilla spice, searching in the deepest recesses of his mind for some semblance of his self control. 

“Easy, love. I can’t m–mmngh!” Her mouth slotted over his as he tried to protest, stopping his heart and his words at the same time. 

She was heaven. Her smell was making his skin tingle all over his body, down his arms and up his legs, rushing to his central, sacral core. And her taste was even better. His little cinnamon roll, so sweet and warm, burning for him like a flame, hot and ready to scar him for life. 

“Mngh… Love, mmm… Wait…” Price held her back, using more force than he thought he should need, surprised by her sudden power. 

“John…” He met her eyes and found a particular clarity within them. She was coming out of her haze. But, it wouldn’t last. This was his final chance to keep her from doing something she would regret. 

“Darlin’, I can’t. I’m not your Alpha.”

“You smell like you are,” she mewled, rubbing her wounded cheek across his engorged neck gland, spreading his scent all over herself. 

“I can’t,” he moved away from her, trying to hold her in his arms for comfort rather than to bask in her expressive heat, “My work… I can’t leave you here, pretty girl.”

She sobbed out, trying to hold back from writhing against his body, doing everything she could not to make it harder for him to turn her down. Her eyes were rimmed red and pink from exhaustion, and she was staring down at her own hands, vibrating with tremors, slurring her words,

“Just lock me in the bath. I’ll run cold water. I’ll be fine…”

Something ancient and feral snarled in Price’s mind. 

No.

“No,” he said, involuntarily, the voice in his head escaping from his throat. 

“Please… I can’t stop myself… I want your knot, Alpha. Lock me up before I do something to you… Something you don’t want…” She could barely put two words together. Every thought was a struggle. He was losing her again. 

He grabbed her and held her to his chest, clutching her like water in his palm, using all his strength to keep her with him,

“I want you, love. I want… Fuck, I need you.”

All of a sudden, the energy around their bodies stilled. That cracking, sparking electricity that bound them together was roiling just beyond John’s consciousness, ready to surge. But, he stayed perfectly still, waiting to see what she did next. She locked eyes with him and leaned in close, as if she would kiss him. But, she didn’t. She dipped her head down until she found his Alphic gland, swollen and bruised purple from him holding back his lust, nuzzling at it with the tip of her nose, rooting against him, testing his patience, checking to see if his temperament was true. Then, when he let her sniff him in his most potent spot, when she knew his soul was as pure as his scent, that he was true, she sucked his flesh between her lips, drawing his musk onto her tongue.

She’d accepted him. He reeled from it, unable to hold back a groan, his cock jerking against his zipper, thrashing to escape, flooding with hot blood and threatening to fill his knot before he’d even had a chance to taste her. 

John pulled her mouth off of him and stared at her eyes again, in awe of her beauty, his mind swirling and yet perfectly sharp, begging her darkly,

“Give me your neck, Omega.”

The ritual had begun, and as she swept her hair away from her shoulder, pulling it around her back, she bent for him, arching her head down in a submissive bow, revealing her Omegan mating line. It looked like a keloid scar, the raised skin swollen and painful, like a pounding vein that ran from below her earlobe down to the top of her shoulder, full of her hormones and thick with her magic. One bite, and he would be in her thrall, pliant to her every whim, beholden to her needs until her heat had run its course. 

Price had never given his bite to anyone. It had been easy to abstain. In fact, in his youth, he had a hard time understanding his mates’ commitments to their Omegas, scoffing at their lack of duty to their stations, doubting their commitment, and - moreover - doubting their loyalty. He remained a captain through and through, and he’d never made room for anyone or anything else. But, here he was, his teeth aching in his jaw, bigger and sharper than they should’ve been, his every sense heightened and taking her in like a drug, compelling him to punch through her delicate flesh and suck her nectar deep into his belly. 

The feeling of her skin against his lips was enough to send a chill through his body. He was cooling from the inside out, and his body needed her heat. She was forcing a rut to take hold in him, and he could feel himself changing for her. Then, he bit down as hard as he could, breaking the thin seal of her mating line with ease, feeling the searing mixture of her oil and her blood filling his mouth and throat like a ripe plum, wet and sweet, and promising pleasure if he chose to swallow her. 

He drank from her for as long as he dared, taking her in long, slurping gulps, letting her essence coat his throat, feeling the hot fluid burn inside of his chest and down into his stomach where it pooled and lingered, warming him up from the inside out. 

“Alpha…” She moaned, raising her hand to cup his cheek as he sucked her life into himself, rubbing her thumb so softly over his shut eyelashes that he barely felt it. 

John pulled away from her, his eyes fluttering open, her bright orange blood iridescent with her mating oil, making the red cells burn bright like a fresh-cracked yolk, gleaming, trapped between his teeth like gold. He watched it drip down her chest, staining her clothes, and he began to tear them off of her. She let him, limp and mute as he peeled her open, making her naked and pulling her into his arms. 

He carried her into his bedroom, kicking open the door and busting the bolt through the strike, splintering the wood and not giving a shit about the damage. John lay her in the middle of the mattress and set to surrounding her with whatever softness he could find; his shirts, his blankets, even his scarves. Anything warm and comfortable was added to the nest, giving her as much support as he could before standing back to admire his work. 

She eyed him from her recumbent throne, commanding him with her gaze. John stripped off his shirt for her, raking it up his back and over his shoulders, feeling as if he was moving his body for her and only for her. All of his motions, even his ragged breaths, were only escaping from his lungs because she wanted them to. His buckle clattered apart, and he popped open the button of his jeans, lowering the zipper in a sharp, metallic rip. 

Once free, his heavy prick flagged, leaping forward and pulsating for her, proudly showing her his gleaming head. He was drooling an unrelenting stream of iridescent precome, his balls tight and full of Alphic oil, ready to coat her warm insides with his shining sex. 

John climbed onto the bed, his face focused on her wet mound, admiring the plumpness of her, imagining her - in every delicious way - like a tender peach. He crawled to her, his mouth still stained neon orange from her gland, and he smeared her wet quim all over his lips and tongue. He wasn’t licking her so much as he was wearing her like warpaint, moving his nose and cheeks through her to ensure he was soaked in her heady slick, his body making wild, unbridled choices purely on instinct.  

“Yes, baby, please…” Her voice went straight through him like a bullet, tightening his cockhead to an uncomfortable degree, and it jerked against the mattress in protest. Her hands were in his hair, scratching through his scalp, encouraging him to sink his tongue deep inside of her hole. 

John obeyed, helpless to her desire, his mind wiping clean and being rewritten by her will. He was swimming in her scent, drenched in her slick, and gasping against her pussy, his eyes fixated on her form as it writhed above him. When she met his eyes, she bit the inside of her lip, crying out for him, rewarding him for his prostrated fealty. Then, she began to rock her hips against his jaw, fucking herself on his face, and he let her use him to her heart’s content, staying strong and sure, allowing his body to be used, objectified and glorified by it. 

When she began to come, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He followed his tongue inside of her with two of his thick fingers, pressing against her walls, pushing her over the edge. She bolted upright, wrapping her thighs around his face, smothering him with her body, trapping him breathless between her legs. Her whole being trembled for him. He could feel the shimmer of her very soul, rattling and writhing with her siren-like keening. And just when he started to see spots in his vision, needing air just a little less than he needed to please her, she lay open for him, blooming outward like a flower, releasing him from a limbo he longed to return to, oozing with a stream of rainbow-tinted come, the Omegan oil within her womb escaping to advertise its promises to her mate. 

Without knowing why, John found himself lapping it up from her pulsing hole like a hound, swallowing mouthful after mouthful and grunting with each pass of his broad tongue. 

“John, I need... Please, put your knot inside me. I’ll be good…” She begged, tears shining at the corners of her eyes from her come-drunk bliss, her hands plucking at her nipples and trying to soothe herself down from her high. 

“My pretty girl wants this knot, yeah?” John grinned devilishly, dipping his finger into her over and over and licking it clean like she was a jar of endless honey, “Wants me to breed this gorgeous cunt…”

At that comment, she spread her legs even wider for him, opening up for him like a blossom for the sun, ready to take whatever he had to give her. It was mesmerizing for John to see her like this. Everything about her was filled with intoxication and need. He was just a vessel for her pleasure, pouring himself into her to make her full again. Dizzy and drunk with adoration, he notched his girth at her entrance, struggling to fit even his cockhead within her. 

“Fuck… so bloody warm…”

Her body was burning him with every millimeter he sank into her, the heat of her tight sex in such high contrast with his cool rut. It felt like he was swimming in a roiling pot of sugary caramel, clinging and cloying and sticking to every part of him, and yet it was not enough. He needed more. His hips thrust forward, savage yet steady, reaching deep inside of her like an anchor, rushing to settle himself within her darkness. 

The way his Omega cried out this time was different, and it snapped him to her attention, his mind immediately sensing a new need. 

“Love, tell me what you need.” He purred, his mouth kissing her lips and her neck, lapping at the now-healing wound his own fangs had made, talking to her between long licks of his tongue, “Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“You’re so big. I’ve never…” She sounded ashamed. 

Price slowed to a creeping pace, focused fully on her face, 

“Never had a knot before?”

She shook her head, her eyes full of worry. John wrapped her up in his arms, dragging himself out of her slowly before filling her up again as carefully as he could.

“Tha’s alright, baby. You’re mine, and I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

“Feels like I’m burning alive,” she sighed, her brow furrowing with distress, “John, I need… I don’t know how…”

“Look at me, alright?” He helped her focus her eyes on his, “Don’t… Just stay with me, right here. You’re gonna come for me, and then… I’ll give you what you need.”

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice so small. 

Price set himself on a path with a purpose. He used his hand to rub small, rhythmic circles beside the rigid body of her clit, coaxing her pussy to drop even more slick around him, using every ounce of willpower he had left not to let his knot slip inside of her prematurely. His thrusts were jerky and restrained, but he felt her begin to rock back and forth with his hand’s movements, bringing her closer and closer to her glowing joy. 

“Good girl,” he praised her, watching her as she began to fall apart around him, “Tha’s my good little Omega. Come for your Alpha just like that. Just… mmf-fuck! Like that! Holy fuck.”

The feeling of her slick pussy clenching and twisting around his cock’s tugid body was enough to make him see stars. He felt almost sick with pleasure, his whole core lighting up like a roaring fire, spitting and aching to bury himself within her. 

At the end of her crescendo, he felt himself let go of the chain, and he rutted his knot inside of her, humping himself forward ruthlessly, his body contorting itself to fit her needs. His knot sealed him within her, and although he was not yet orgasming, he was filling her with his come, the creamy flow of it spilling out of his tip, filling her hole and coating his prick from inside of its hungry little sheath.

“Your come… I can feel it inside of me. Oh, my God,” she sighed with some sort of relief, her eyes rolling inside of her head, her arms losing their strength, and her back arching towards him, lifting up as if she would float right into Heaven. 

And just like that, her fever began to abate. With his knot stuffed inside of her, locking his seed within her hole, his Alphic oils could soothe her heat, bringing her back to the realm of consciousness and delivering her from her wild state. 

“John,” she lay back, her hand pressed to his cheek. 

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he bent forward on his elbows and kissed her mouth, chastely at first, and then languidly, exploring her taste. When he did finally pull away, she was awake and alert, sated and happy. He smiled down at her, 

“Hey, pretty girl,” he whispered, wiping her hair back from her face. 

“Hey,” she smiled back at him, wrapping her ankles around his back for comfort, not knowing that it was just enough to set his cock on edge again, his Alphic instinct rejoicing at the feeling of being trapped by his mate. 

“You alright?” John asked, a tinge of worry at the edge of his voice.

“I am now, thanks to you,” she sighed, tucking herself in beneath him, rubbing her hands along his ribs and the soft fur of his back and arms, feeling every bit of him as if she was seeing him with her touch, “You saved me, Alpha.”

“Aye,” he nudged her jaw with his nose, asking her wordlessly to give him the vulnerable softness of her neck. She obliged, and he spoke to her between sucking kisses, “All mine. My Omega. Innit that right, baby?”

She was practically lambent beneath the scrutiny of his possession, rolling in it like a wave in the sand, captured by it and surrendering to the riptide of his unbreakable grip. She nodded, humming her ascent, her expression turning a little rueful right at the end of his kisses. The sorrowful timbre of her voice broke his heart, 

“I’m grateful. But, I know this isn’t what you wanted, and I’m so sor–”

“No,” he kissed her words away, feeling his length throb inside of her, urging him to kiss her again, “No, love.”

“I won’t bite you,” she promised, her gaze still full of apology, “You won’t be stuck with me.”

“Bite me, Omega,” he bent his head and buried his face in her shoulder, giving her his gland in total surrender, “Go on. I’m yours.”

“John…” She hesitated, but he could feel her body flood her hole, excited beyond measure at the thought of binding him to her as her mated Alpha. 

“Go on,” he commanded in his smoky growl, holding her tighter and bracing for the ecstasy of her teeth.

He felt her lips first, and his balls tightened, ready to fling him into a messy orgasm as soon as he felt his gland shatter in her mouth. Her Omegan teeth wouldn’t break the skin, but he knew she was strong enough to crack the shell around his swollen node. The anticipation of her bite was wrecking his mind, and he was gasping for breath by the time he felt her jaw set itself against him. 

“Baby, please…” He whined in her ear, his hips thrusting in short, jerking thrusts, unable to move much with his knot still trapped up inside of her, holding his gushing come in her hole, pushing it into her womb from the sheer volume of it. 

Her teeth connected, and he could hear his unbroken shell give way beneath her strength, the hormones inside of it rushing through his system like wildfire, burning through his veins and making him scream for her. At the same time, John felt his core throw him into a raw orgasm, his whole body trembling above her, wringing himself from the inside out. 

“Alpha,” she sighed, licking his neck to comfort him, “My Alpha…”

“Yours, baby. All yours.”

— — — — — 

The new trainees filed out of the gym, sweaty, bloody, and eager to be out of the captain’s sight. Price had run them ragged, forcing them to spar with practice weapons, pitting them against each other in a strained, exhausting competition. Ghost and Soap sat with Gaz as they eyed their commander, their eyes glued to the fresh bite mark on his neck, shocked into a silent stupor. 

“I cannae believe it. Mated? To which lassie?” Soap asked, dumbfounded.

“I didn’t think he’d ever take a mate,” Gaz marvelled.

“I thought he was savin’ himself for marriage,” Ghost quipped, earning himself a scuff from Soap.

Price made his way across the mat, pulling his sweaty shirt off his back to trade it for a clean one. The red welts and nail-marks across his shoulders and down his belly made Gaz let out a low whistle. But, his commander’s glare stopped him mid-note. 

“Wha’s that, Garrick?”

“Nothin’, sir. Just… admirin’ your battle scars,” Gaz smiled, wishing his two teammates would stop snickering so loudly. 

“Looks like a hell’uva fight, Cap,” Ghost added, looking everywhere but into Price’s icy eyes. 

“Wha’s her name?” Soap asked outright, skipping over the double entendres and going right for the point. 

Their captain sighed, zipped up his gym bag, and stood in front of his three officers, glaring down at them with a look that was on the border of dead-seriousness,

“If I told you that, lads, I’d have to kill you.”

[ziggyevenstar]

scavenger hunt for halloween 2023, notes

Team 1

Clue 1: “In a joyful place where gifts are kept,

Look for me where dreams are wrapped and wept.

Beneath decorations that sparkle with glee,

I hide with the parcels, can you find me?”

Clue 2: Look in the place where hands wave goodbye,

In a place where germs are known to fly.

Search for a bottle, clear and clean,

With power to kill what can't be seen.

Where hands get wet and dirt is erased,

Your next clue lies in this essential space.

Clue 3: In a room where meals convene,

Where daily conversations gleam,

Look beneath the surface of wood and glue,

To find your next clue, hidden askew.

Hint: Seek beneath where plates are placed,

A spot unseen, neatly embraced.

Clue 4: "Seeking the aquatic realm where colors intertwine,

Within the brushstrokes of an artist's design.

In the gallery's depths, you must wade,

Find the canvas where vibrant scales are displayed.

Look for an artwork swimming with fins,

Where pigments dance and creativity begins.

Hurry, brave hunter, time's ticking away,

Find the beautiful clue, and bask in its display.

Clue 5: A place where DJs spin and dancers groove

Find a realm where music comes alive, a sonic behoove

In a cave of rhythm, a sanctuary of sound

Look high and low, search all around

Follow the wires that snake and intertwine

To amplify tunes, bringing joy divine

In this auditory haven, the music roam

Seek the kingdom of amplification, your quest's home

Clue 6: Where offerings are made, and prayers take flight,

Find the shrine where dark turns to light.

Look beneath a silvered canopy on high,

Where incense weaves dreams into the sky.

Where past candles flickering with sacred glow,

A hidden clue waits for you to show.

Clue 7: I am hidden, not out of sight,

In a place where two paths unite.

Pedal, pedal, don't you quit,

Look near a signpost, where trails hit.

Seek me out, with a keen eye,

Between the marker and the sky.

A prize awaits, for the one who's best,

To find me, your trusty two-wheeled quest.

Clue 8: "In the place where mysteries unfold,

search for a book that's weathered and old.

Beneath fictional branches of a tree that

whispers ancient secrets, with the help of bess and george, you'll find me.

Look close, sleuthing dear, for the answer to the riddle lies hidden within the pages of a forgotten

book on the witch tree.”

Team 2

Clue 1: "In the realm of waves and signals, where connections are made,

Seek out the hub of the digital aid.

Deftly tucked away, yet still within sight,

Look for a gateway that illuminates the night.

Find me where invisible networks convene,

Amidst the chaos of wires and the hum of machines”

Clue 2: "Look to me and you'll find your next clue.

Seek the object that measures and is sun placement in lieu.

Find me where seconds dance and hands move,

In a place that ensures you're never late to groove.”

Clue 3: A place of focus, where knowledge resides,

Where papers and things pile up, and thoughts collide.

Look for the spot when silence prevails,

Where the journey of learning never fails.

Clue 4: "Unlock the path to an icy delight,

In a chilly domain that brings culinary might.

Inside this abode of sustenance, concealed with might,

Seek within the chamber, where hunger takes flight.

Look beyond the doors adorned with handles bright,

For the treasure hidden within, oh what a sight!"

Clue 5: "In a realm of grape and oak so fine,

Search a place where glasses raise divine.

Seek the spirits that dance and flow,

Where labels tell of crafted glow.

Under the vine's shadow, day or night.

Raise a glass to toast, this clue has led your way,

In corks and bottles, the prize now lay.”

Clue 6: In a chamber of tasks and paper trails,

Where ink meets paper and creativity unveils,

Seek a device with buttons and lights,

That brings documents to life amidst black and whites.

Clue 7: "Look for me where files reside,

secrets and treasures to confide.

Connect me in, I'll store it all,

your data safe, both big and small.

Seek me where technology thrives,

where USB ports and backups thrive.

Find me now, oh puzzle pro,

beneath maybe, or I hide below!"

Clue 8: You've reached the Capitol, where the games begin,

Now search for the place where trust wears thin.

In a district renowned for mining coal,

Look for a building that stands apart, bold.

Find the tribute made of silver and steel,

And there you'll find the next clue to reveal.

Extra

"In the land of Halloween, where spooks and frights abide,

Search the graveyard shadows where a skeletal figure hides.

Beneath the moon's pale light, where pumpkins grin and cackle,

Find the resting place of Jack, inside a mystic anklet shackle.

But beware, for the clues are cunning and might leave you perplexed,

In the abandoned crypt, a key dressed in Jack's signature checks.”

In sacred pages of ancient lore,

The words of divine wisdom doth pour.

In a realm where faith and hope reside,

Seek the book that serves as a spiritual guide.

Head to a place where metaphorical pews align,

Where devout voices sing, intertwine.

Within this sanctuary, humble and grand,

By this place, your clue shall stand.

Embark on a quest within these halls,

Where knowledge thrives and learning calls.

In a classroom of buzzing minds and keys,

Seek the device that empowers and frees.

Find a spot where a screen comes illuminated,

And student goes to be educated.

In a haven where minds unite to learn and think,

Seek the classroom where pixels blink.

In the realm of triumph and academic glee,

Seek the evidence of a milestone decree.

In a time capsule of memories, where nostalgia thrives,

Find the memento that commemorates high school lives.

With tassel and gown in a timeless pose,

Find the image of a journey that greatly grows.

[tradebirddigital]

Brothers Pharmamach: Your Trusted Partner in Pharma Manufacturing Machinery, Supply & Export

In the pharmaceutical industry, accuracy, effectiveness, and reliability are important. The equipment that powers this sector needs to be cutting-edge, robust, and built to exacting international standards. Brothers Pharmamach takes pleasure in being a reputable brand in pharmaceutical manufacturing equipment, supply, and export since we understand the importance of these needs.

Following Good Manufacturing Practices (GMP), We offer dependable and effective equipment that boosts output in the biotech, pharmaceutical, and healthcare sectors. We are the go-to partner for pharmaceutical producers around the world because of our commitment to quality, innovation, and client satisfaction.

Why Choose Brothers Pharmamach?

With years of expertise and an unwavering commitment to innovation, Brothers Pharmamach has emerged as a leader in manufacturing top-quality pharmaceutical machinery. Here’s what sets us apart:

1. High-Quality and Precision Engineering: Every piece of equipment we produce is made with reliability and accuracy in focus. Our products, which range from packaging and label solutions to filling and closing equipment, guarantee flawless operation, minimizing downtime and increasing production.

2. Extensive Product Range

We offer a comprehensive range of pharmaceutical machinery, including:

Liquid Filling Machines

Washing-and-air-jet-cleaning-machines

Dry-syrup-powder-filling-machines

Capping-machine

Wet-glue-labelling-machines

Sticker-labelling-machine

Shrink-sleeve-machines

Print-apply-systems

Sticker-labelling-unique-features

Other Products

Each of our machines is built to adhere to Good Manufacturing Practices (GMP) and international quality standards.

3. Global Reach & Export Expertise: At Brothers Pharmamach, we don’t just serve the domestic market—we have an extensive global presence. We export to multiple countries, ensuring that pharmaceutical manufacturers worldwide have access to state-of-the-art machinery to enhance their production lines. Our well-established supply chain ensures timely deliveries and reliable after-sales support.

4. Innovation & Customization: We understand that every pharmaceutical company has unique needs. That’s why we offer customized machinery solutions tailored to specific production requirements. Our dedicated R&D team constantly works on developing new technologies to enhance efficiency and compliance.

5. Unparalleled Customer Support: Our company's primary focus is on customer satisfaction. From advice and installation to post-purchase servicing and maintenance, we offer full support. Our team of experts is always available to help customers optimize their manufacturing processes.

Partner with the Best in Pharma Manufacturing

In a competitive industry like pharmaceuticals, having the right machinery partner can make all the difference. Brothers Pharmamach is committed to delivering world-class solutions that empower pharmaceutical manufacturers to achieve excellence.

Looking for reliable pharma manufacturing machinery? Get in touch with Brothers Pharmamach today and take your production capabilities to the next level!

For more info: https://www.brothers.in/ Email ID: info@brothers.in Location: Plot No. 2, phase II, GIDC, Vatva, Ahmedabad 382445. Gujarat india Phone:9825300706 | 9825006052

[digitalprintplus]

Labels - The modern tool for branding and protection!

The packaging and labeling of a product is the first thing a potential buyer sees. Looks matter. It tells him stories, stories he can relate to in order to improve his experience with the product.

There are a variety of packaging options. They could be printed boxes or plain compartments with glue marks. A flawless very much printed name conveys certainty to the purchasers. We still make a lot of these wet glue adhesive labels, but Self Adhesive Labels NZ are becoming more and more popular due to their smart finish and affordable price.

The simple application of paper as an adhesive sticker is long gone. A wide variety of special materials, including high-performance specialty films and paper, are now available for adhesive labels. Marking has turned into a craftsmanship that advances the item, forestalls impersonation, and is not difficult to join. Modern self-adhesive labels have a great print surface, adhere well, are simple to peel, and can be applied easily by hand or machine. Self Adhesive Labels NZ are long-lasting and able to withstand harsh environmental conditions. We are able to produce superior individualized goods thanks to our cutting-edge infrastructure and machinery and decades of experience. Stunning visual effects and application-specific security features are made possible by our printing expertise.

We are able to achieve printing of the highest quality using our ten-color printing press thanks to its adaptable configuration, which includes metallic foiling, textured finishes, embossed effects, surface finish varnish, and other features. to make a label that is Self Adhesive Labels NZ and stands out on the shelf.

In addition to self-adhesive labels, we offer the necessary hardware and peripherals for their use. We are a well-known supplier of barcode label solutions and have formed strategic alliances with a number of original equipment manufacturers. For more information about our Graphic Design NZ products, please click here. Because of this, we are able to offer individualized solutions for printing variable data on adhesive labels at your facility as well.

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The fastest Wet Glue Labeling Machine ever developed in India, designed to achieve an impressive production rate of up to 400 labels per minute on vial lines! Equipped with an advanced AC variable frequency drive system, this machine ensures smooth and precise speed control. Its microprocessor-controlled gluing system, combined with a unique twin label box design, guarantees consistent label delivery at high speeds. Perfect for 2 ml vials, it delivers a reliable output of 250-300 vials per minute.

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[akastrologyzone]

Lug Caps Manufacturers Suppliers In India

We have our units located in Site IV Sahibabad Industrial Area, Ghaziabad, UP (Delhi NCR) with a consolidated covered working space of more than 30 thousand square feet. We are well equipped and with all the amenities rendered by UPSIDC. Our units are very well connected to all type of transportations lug caps manufacturers suppliers in india .

We manufacture : .

LUG CAPS in various sizes and colours.

RO CAPS in all sizes & gauges.

SELF ADHESIVE LABELS upto eight colour printing in roll or sheet form.

WETGLUE LABELS of various sizes and colour to cater all types of packaging modes.

ROPP CAPS in different sizes for pharma, distilleries, or all bottle packaging.

PARMESHTHI Enterprises manufactures self-adhesive labels and wet glue labels for variety of bottled or canned products. It also manufactures pp caps for glass or plastic bottles.

In unit 2 plant, the lug caps and dop Caps are also manufactured of various sizes to cater the needs of the customer.

The plant is situated at a very good location and easy approachable by road at Site IV in the Sahibabad industrial area with all amenities provided by lug caps exporters in india.

It is a team of high skilled technical experts, designers and professionals, continuously pouring the essence of their talent and endeavours, delivering the fine quality in large quantity of multi -colour labels.

The processing and production is operational under a 15000sft covered area, equipped with electric generator for an uninterrupted productivity. The sensitive areas are dust proof and air-conditioned.

Added to other machines, it has a fully loaded multicolor LED flexo printing press, first of its kind in India, delivering cost effective and high-quality labels. It drives out 40 thousand meters per day, of printed rolls. The company has its own brand of paper/stock for its labels to challenge the quality, durability, colour stability, gloss and finish of its labels.

The automatic electronic cutters are tuned to recognize and slice the contiguous borders in simple straight line or designer cut finish.

A team of experts equipped with scanners shuffle the production for its continuous integration to table it for packing and dispatch metal caps manufacturer delhi ncr .

P.ent remains its brand of stock, labels, caps.

Company has its own fleet of vehicles to manage the logistics and schedules of deliveries directly to the esteemed clients.Mr. Anuj Jain, the young and dynamic entrepreneur is behind the wheels, steering the organization to build its reputation in shape of reliability and product confidence.

[psatalk]

Prakash Printers and Coaters gets a Lombardi Invicta I2 press 

Lombardi, a manufacturer of modular in-line flexographic printing machines, and Vinsak have unveiled the inaugural installation of Lombardi's 880mm inline Invicta I2 press at Prakash Printers and Coaters in Ahmedabad — their longstanding partner in the Indian market. This is the first installation of an in-line press of this web width by any manufacturer in India and marks the debut of the Lombardi I2 press in Asia and the Middle East, Vinsak said.

Vinsak, a leading supplier of printing and packaging solutions to packaging and label printers in India, Africa, and the Middle East, anticipates that this development will revolutionize the industry. With its advanced features, including the shortest changeover time, running speed of 300 meters per minute, and the capacity for value-added enhancements such as cold foiling and cast and cure, this press is poised to reshape the flexible packaging market in India in record time, the company says.

At its core, sustainability is paramount, with the press embodying the smallest footprint, minimal setup waste, low energy consumption, and complete elimination of solvents. This commitment to sustainability positions it as the foremost carbon-conscious converting system globally.

As a family-owned business with the third generation in the operations, Prakash Printers and Coaters consistently delivers value-added solutions for a diverse range of brands spanning food, FMCG, cosmetics, and industrial labels. The company is doubling its capacity every year.

The recent completion of a sprawling 100,000-square-foot factory underscores its expansion, yet demand continues to outpace even this substantial increase. Currently, plans are underway to construct of an additional 50,000 square feet as the company charts its course toward continued success and market leadership.

"Vinsak has been and will remain our steadfast technology partner in our journey of progress, as we persistently push the boundaries of our business," said Prakash Shivlani, director of Prakash Printers and Coaters -- underscoring the collaboration between the two companies.

"Prakash Printers hold a very special place in our company’s heart. They continually challenge us with new converting solutions they require, propelling us to innovate faster and stay ahead of the curve. This drive to find cost-effective and sustainable solutions for them is what fuels our partnership," remarked Mohan Pailwan, vice-president of Vinsak India. He underscored the mutually beneficial relationship between the two companies, driven by a shared commitment to innovation and customer satisfaction.

"India has always been a key market with a special focus, and Prakash Printers, our key customer, consistently drives us to innovate," stated Massimo Lombardi, general manager of Lombardi Converting Machinery in Italy. He emphasized the company's commitment to developing new technology in response to the evolving needs of customers such as Prakash Printers. He affirmed their dedication to advancing in-line presses for packaging markets globally, reinforcing their position as industry leaders in innovation and customer-centric solutions.

According to Vinsak, a decade ago, the label and flexo market predominantly revolved around presses spanning 280-330 mm in width. However, Vinsak's introduction of Lombardi to the Indian market initiated a significant shift. Today, the standard width stands at 430mm, with approximately 90% of inline flexo presses being sold at this width or wider.

Additionally, widths of 530mm, 620mm, and 670mm now command almost 20% of the market share. This evolution is accompanied by a broadening definition of labels, expanding beyond self-adhesive and wet glue to encompass shrink sleeves, IML labels, wrap-around labels, and heat transfer labels. In 2024, the market is poised for advancement to the next level, the company said.  

[affirmindia]

Benefits of using Water Soluble Material in everyday products?

Water soluble materials are revolutionizing product design across industries from packaging to textiles to electronics. Unlike traditional oil-based plastics, these innovative materials completely dissolve in water - unlocking more sustainable, efficient and user-friendly solutions.

Affirm India allows businesses to use this technology across diverse applications, from soluble capsules and recyclable tape to food wrappers. Read on to learn more about the wide-ranging benefits this next-generation material can bring to consumers and brands.

1. Promotes Sustainability

Reducing environmental impact is crucial today. However, standard packaging generates over 170 million tons of plastic pollution annually. Water soluble pouches offer a plastic-free alternative for items from detergents to medicines. These pouches safely contain products in transit before dissolving completely during use. This eliminates single-use plastics from ending up in landfills or oceans. For items like flat-packed furniture using protective water soluble paper, customers simply add water to recycle packaging without waste. Sustainability demands drive strong commercial potential for water-soluble solutions.

2. Enhances User Experience

Beyond sustainability, water soluble labels, tapes and films also provide consumer convenience. Soluble laundry tabs avoid fiddly pouring or spilling of liquids. Edible tasty tapes replace difficult-to-open plastic sealings on snack packs. Water-activated films like SmartSolveTM self-adhere when wetted to wrap awkwardly shaped gifts or food items neatly. No glue or tape is required. Water activation adds fun while removing frustration. Brands like Kurlytape, Aicello, and more are tapping into this demand for convenience while upholding eco-values via solubility - delighting customers.

3. Drives Production Efficiency

Manufacturers find that using water-soluble materials makes their work easier. Water soluble sheets leave no sticky residue, which means printing, coating, and packaging can be done quicker and cleaner, with less risk of contamination and less downtime for machines. Unlike other materials, water-soluble products also protect sensitive electronics from rust during manufacturing. In the world of textiles, dissolve threads leave no marks on clothes once finished. With the ability to customize these materials, water-soluble technology supports fast and dependable production in many industries.

4. Unlocks Innovation Opportunities

The unique properties of SmartSolveTM water-soluble material present new possibilities for embedding advanced functionality. Affirm India harnesses patented technology to engineer solutions matching client requirements, whether mechanical strength, controlled dissolution rates, printability, thermal sensitivity, or beyond. For instance, specialty delayed-dissolve films act as Bio removal before releasing active ingredients. Thermal printing properties eliminate label wastage, driving just-in-time customization. Sealing layers enable the creation of multi-compartment soluble pouches tailored to almost any sector. Early innovators access a world of opportunities.

5. Offers Commercial Advantage

With consumers and regulators pushing sustainability alongside demand for convenience,water soluble solutions futureproof brands against shifting preferences. Early movers reap rewards now by standing out as eco-innovators compared to plastic-reliant laggards. Industry giants like Procter & Gamble, Reckitt Benckiser and Clorox have already adopted water soluble pods through longstanding partnerships with soluble materials specialists like Affirm India. And more sectors are following suit from electronics to toy manufacturers as capabilities advance. Being an early engager with proven water soluble experts allows your company to lead markets globally rather than play catch up.

Conclusion

As a pioneer with years of expertise in water-soluble solutions, Affirm India offers brands specialist partnerships and leading material science capabilities to integrate this next-generation technology across products. Unlock sustainability, efficiency, innovation and commercial success with SmartSolveTM.

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Explore different types of bottle labeling machines such as wet glue labeling machines and self-adhesive sticker labeling machines.

Visit website - https://www.parthec.com/product/category/labeling-machine

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how a label production 101: 29 steps to success Want more? Check out my https://www.guangzhoulabel.com?tumblr=video2b Guangzhou label printing co.,ltd is a Specialized in research, development and supplying printing labels, self adhesive stickers, wet glue label , Security Label, multiLayers Label,Metalized Labels,transparent labels,Tamper Evident Labels ect ... We provide different kind of service in order to reach clients demand, We have advanced equipment, integrated pre-press and post-press automatic equipment:printing using a 10-12 color printing machine with automatic online quality inspection system ,with dual die-cutting and wasted disposal functions, Full Auto Screen Printing Machine，Automatic Die Cutting Machine，Multi-function Slitting Machine...et Making our knowledge, expertise and experience in label printing work for you . That means challenging you on the one hand and coming up with a perfectly matching approach on the other hand

[emrich]

5 Types of Food Packaging Equipment

Food packaging equipment executes unit operations that preserve food materials at a high level of safety, quality and taste. The most effective type food packaging equipment abides by strict governmental standards and specifications.

Common examples of this machinery include Form, Fill and Seal machines, sleeve systems, closing machines and vacuum chambers. The functionality and cost of this equipment varies by model.

Fillers and Depositors

Our fillers and depositors are designed to accurately dose a specific amount of liquid, cream or powder into packaging containers. Depending on the type of product, they can accommodate low- to high-viscosity compounds and operate as standalone units or integrate with other machines in your production line.

Using a servo-drive, the Unifiller multi-piston depositor can help you package a variety of entrée items including soups, sauces, salsas, dips and dressings into bags, cups or trays. It features a 16-gallon removable hopper for easy sanitation, an adjustable nozzle bridge for 4-8 across portioning and a diving and fixed nozzle option.

Sleeve systems are great for automating sleeving operations that are normally manual and time-consuming. They can help reduce waste and increase productivity. Capping machines are popular in soda and bottled-water factories and help close a bottle's air-tight cap. These machines are often used in conjunction with accumulation machinery and conveyors. Krones offers a range of food packaging equipment under the portfolio segments of digitalisation, process technology, bottling and packaging lines and intralogistics.

Vacuum Chambers

Vacuum chambers are large containment vessels that create a low-pressure environment. They can be designed to mimic specific environmental and atmospheric conditions, such as high altitudes. These chambers can be used to test and perform applications for manufacturing operations.

The food industry uses vacuum chambers to speed up the cooling and drying processes for products. This helps preserve a product’s cellular integrity, color, taste and appearance.

Another common use for a vacuum chamber is the creation of crystalline materials. In this process, a saturated solution of liquids is mixed and agitated so that structural solid crystal deposits will form. This is done because crystalline materials are much more stable than liquids, even in extreme temperatures and pressures.

A vacuum chamber can be fitted with a number of valves and gauges to monitor and control the process. Some vacuum chambers use a manual control system, while others require an automated controller that can make adjustments to the process.

Sleeve Systems

A sleeve system allows for an easier and faster process of labeling bottles or containers. Rather than using pre-printed labels, these sleeves are printed on film and then seamed to the bottle or container. The sleeve can then be heated with steam or electricity to fit the bottle or container perfectly.

Once on the container, a tamper evident band is added. This helps protect the product while ensuring that it is safe for consumption by consumers. Additionally, the sleeve can include full color branding and unique shaped containers to differentiate the brand from competition.

The sleeve may also be fabricated on-site, rather than being shipped to the user as a finished unit. The sleeve may be formed to an elongated generally cylindrical shape, with a tab 22 that is provided axially along one or more of the long side edges of sleeve parts 21. The axially-terminating ends of the tab 22 may be chamfered, angled, or otherwise modified as desired.

Labeling Machines

Labelling machines are used to attach labels or decorations to packaging containers. This can be either to promote a brand, communicate product details or offer tamper evidence. The machine can use wet glue or pressure sensitive (self-adhesive) labels and comes in a variety of configurations.

Usually the container or item is conveyed to the label distribution area by a conveyor belt. The labels are then positioned and fixed to the items using a roller system that ensures proper spacing between products. This is especially important for products that are round-shaped, like bottles.

Another type of labeling machine is the hot melt machine, which applies thin stripes of molten adhesive to a paper label and wraps it around a product, such as a soup or paint can. Activated by a foot or hand switch, this machine is incredibly fast and offers high-quality labeling results. This type of machine is ideal for labelling large-volume containers. SaintyCo labeling machines come in different options and designs.

You can also read the types of food packaging machines here.

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From Manual to Automated: How Labeling Machines Can Transform Your Labeling Process

Are you tired of the tedious and time-consuming process of manually labeling your products? Do you want a more efficient and cost-effective solution? Look no further than labeling machines. This powerful Machine can transform your labeling process from manual to automated, saving you time, money, and frustration. With advanced technology and customizable options, labeling machines can handle a…

[magic-and-moonlit-wings]

Basic Chore Tips

General Cleaning:

Dust the shelves and anything hanging on the walls (photos, mirrors, diplomas), and then sweep the floor. Dust will fall while you’re wiping it off of stuff.

Use a long-handled duster to get cobwebs out of the ceiling corners. Don’t worry, once the web has gathered that much dust, the spider isn’t using it anymore and has moved on to a new one. 

You might have seen or heard the description “damp, not wet” to describe a cloth or mop. This means wringing water from it until it doesn’t drip anymore, but there is still water soaked into the fibers that can be used to wash things without leaving puddles. (To wring = to squeeze, sometimes involving twisting as well as compression.) 

A damp dust cloth picks up more dust than a dry cloth. 

Vinegar diluted with water can be used in place of most commercial cleaners. Put a splash of vinegar in the water bucket to mop, or a _ vinegar to _ water ratio in a spray bottle to use when cleaning the bathroom. 

Mopping is sweaty work. Short sleeves are recommended. 

Toilet Cleaning: 

To thoroughly clean a toilet: Close the lid, and wash the outside of the lid, the toilet tank (that boxy thing on the back), the outside of the bowl, the base, and those little panels tucked in the back that bolt the toilet to the floor because a lot of grime collects there. Open the lid, wash the inside of the lid, get between the seat and the lid if you can because sometimes stuff collects in that gap, the seat top and bottom, the hinge that attaches it to the toilet, the rim of the bowl starting with the space under the seat between the hinges, and then the inside of the bowl. Flush.

To quickly clean a toilet: Wash the seat top and bottom, the rim of the bowl, and then the inside of the bowl. I also recommend wiping off those little panels at the back of the toilet base where it bolts to the floor, because seriously, those things get disgusting. Flush when finished.

Microwaves: 

Based on the order in which the machines were invented, a dish or container that is microwave-safe is probably also dishwasher-safe; however, being dishwasher-safe Does Not Mean it is also microwave-safe. 

If microwaving something that tends to ‘dry out’, like leftover chicken, put a little bowl or cup of water (a tablespoonful will do) in the microwave with it.

To microwave a plateful of noodles, or something else that ‘stays cold in the middle’, leave a little space the middle of the plate empty. 

To heat up something you just got out of the fridge, sometimes putting it on a new plate instead of the plate from the fridge helps the microwave to heat up the food instead of the plate itself.

There are covers you can get that go in the microwave over the dish, so you can clean the cover instead of the whole microwave. This is worth investing in.

Other In-The-Kitchen Tips: 

If a plastic container has a patch that looks rougher than the rest or ‘worn away’, it is probably shedding tiny bits of plastic. You don’t have to discard the container but you should probably switch to storing non-food items in it. 

When putting water on the stove to boil, set a timer for twenty minutes or so to remind yourself to check on it and see if it’s boiling yet. 

Stains are easier to wipe off the counter while they’re fresh than if you wait until they’re dry. 

When cleaning up flour off a counter or tabletop, use one hand to sweep as much of it as you can into your other hand or a container. It’s fine to use a damp cloth to wash up what’s left over, but thick wet flour is basically glue.

Laundry:

Most clothing does not have to be sorted by colour, except for new jeans or new bright red things. (Indigo and red dye are both more likely to leak than other dyes.) Sorting by weight, so that thin fabrics are in one load and heavier fabrics are in another, is a good idea if you have a lot of laundry to get through, but if you can fit everything into just one load it will probably be fine to put it all in together. 

Real wool, bras, and anything you’re worried might ‘shrink’ should be hung to dry, but most other things can be tossed in the dryer. Check the labels, and when in doubt, hang it up. I think ‘dry flat’ means ‘the weight of this item might cause it to stretch oddly if hung to dry’, but I haven’t had any weird distortions from hanging up clothes which say that on the tag.

Clean the lint trap of your dryer between loads to prevent build-up. 

When finished, leave the washing machine open to let water evaporate and prevent rust. Leave the dryer shut.

Ultimate Tip if you only have the time and/or energy to do one chore:

Either sweep the floor or wash the dishes.

If it’s just general living space upkeep, get the dishes/utensils/cooking implements clean. This will make preparing food easier and more pleasant for your next meal. 

If it’s to make things look nice before guests arrive, sweep. A clean floor can make the whole rest of the room look cleaner. 

[bnhabadass]

Pairing: Akaashi x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1370 Synopsis: You can’t help but feel drawn to the cute customer who keeps coming in during your shifts.

It was a quiet day at the shop when he came in. Soft hair dripping from the rain, glasses fogged up. But you didn’t notice that at first, not until he approached the front desk where you were stationed.

“The Phantom Tollbooth?” he asked, eyeing the blue book whose pages you were tumbling through.

“It’s a childhood favorite of mind,” you said, still not looking up. Setting the book down, you typed a few things into the front desk’s computer. “Can I help you find something today?”

“Yes, I ordered a few books and I received an email saying they were in. They should be under the name Akaashi Keiji.”

You typed the name into the computer’s system and waited for it to load. “Sorry it’s taking so long. This thing’s really old.” You rubbed the side of the chunky computer.

The man nodded and made a noise out of understanding.

You hated interactions like this, when the computer was taking a very long time and there was just a moment of awkward silence between you and the customer in front of you. And all you want to do is pick your book up and continue reading but you can’t because that would be rude to the customer. So instead you pretended to scroll along the web page as if you were looking for something in particular.

The customer fiddled with the cap on a stray pen left on the front desk. He grabbed one of the free bookmarks you keep next to the computer and stuck it in his bag.

“All right,” you said when the computer had finally loaded. “Let’s see. It looks like your books came in this morning. I’ll grab them from the back.” You left your spot and the front desk and went to the back room where book orders and other supplies sat on shelves wrapped in brown paper and twine. You grabbed the one labeled “Akaashi K.” and ran back to your waiting customer. “Here you go.”

As you sat them on the counter, he thumbed around the package, feeling to make sure all three books were snug inside.

“That’ll be 4200 yen,” you said, finally looking up at your customer for the first time. And at that moment, you couldn’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter.

“I’m sorry, did I say something funny?” He looked puzzled and quite frankly annoyed.

“No,” you giggled. “I’m sorry I know I’m being mean. It’s just, you’re soaking wet and you’re getting water everywhere.”

Puzzled, he turned around and saw the trail of rain drops he had led into the store. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize–”

“No no it’s fine,” you cut him off. “As long as the books stay dry you’re all right.”

He nodded and looked down at his soaked through sneakers. “Thank you. Um, here’s my card.”

You took his debit card and swiped it through the machine. “You’re all set.” You handed him back his card and his receipt which he gladly folded and stuck in his wallet. “Have a good day and, um, stay dry.” You couldn’t help but let out a fleeting giggle as you watched him walk out the door and back into the pouring rain.

It was dry out, and even sunny, at the start of your shift the next day. Although cool wind blew past you and the only thing you had to keep your hands from falling off was the latte you had just ordered from the coffee house next door.

“I’m here,” you called to your fellow coworkers as you made your grand entrance through the front door.

“Thank god.” Hanamaki, one of the coworkers you favor least, took off his uniform apron and balled it up. “Enjoy your hell duty.”

You would not consider this job to be hellish in the slightest. You loved the smell of the decaying glue holding the books, old and new, together. It was such a peaceful environment which you were happy spending hours upon hours in.

The door of the shop opened, and the twinkling of the jingle bells tied to the handle pulled your attention to the front door.

Kicking the soles of his shoes against the store’s welcome mat was the customer you had met yesterday, the one who had left his trail of rain water leading right to the front desk.

“Don’t tell me you finished all three books already,” you said, astonished by his presence so soon after your first encounter.

“No,” he said, running a hand through his fluffy hair. “Just the first one. The other two are gifts for friends.”

You nodded in response. “Well what can I help you find?”

“Just browsing,” he dismissed. And with that, he disappeared into the isles stacked floor to ceiling with non-fiction, gothic literature, YA novellas and so much more. He emerged twenty minutes later with a small stack of books.

“Find what you were looking for?” You set down your half drunk latte and began scanning each book, smiling at some of the titles you recognized.

“It’s a dangerous place in there,” he admitted. “Never thought I’d come out with this many books.”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “I’ve spent way too much money here, even with my discount.” You finished ringing him up. “Anything else I can do for you?”

He shook his head and handed you his card. “Actually, there is something you can do for me,” he said as you handed him the small paper bag with the store’s logo printed on the side. “Could I by chance get your number?”

You froze and eyed the man in front of you. He wore a black and white flannel shirt and tight dark jeans that seemed to outline his figure in indescribable ways. He looked at you patiently with a nonchalant expression that told you he would be fine with either a yes or no answer. “Why?”

“Well, you seem to have good tastes in books,” he started. There was a brief pause before he met your gaze and continued speaking. “Also, I think you are very pretty and my stubborn roommate thinks that I should be dating more.”

You felt a bit light headed. This seemingly perfect stranger, someone you have barely had a full conversation with, was being so bold with his words. You wanted to speak but you couldn’t find the words. The seconds hand on the clock behind you ticked at an abnormally slow pace. The bell jingled but you didn’t look away from the man and the way he rubbed the pad of his thumb back and forth between his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he broke the silence. “That was incredibly rude of me. I don’t even know your name.” He bowed his head down and turned around, ready to leave and possibly never come back.

“It’s (Y/n),” you sputtered. You finally took a big long breath as he turned around again. “And I’m assuming you’re Akaashi?” you asked, remembering the name on the order he picked up during your shift yesterday.

“That’s right.” He walked back over to the front desk. “So you’re (Y/n), your favorite book from childhood is The Phantom Tollbooth, and from the sweater you are wearing I can assume you’re a student?”

You looked down at the sweater with your school’s name and logo on the chest. “That’s right,” you chuckled. “And you’re Akaashi, I’m guessing you love reading more than anything in the world and you’re bold enough to ask a stranger for their number.”

You found the blush dusting his cheeks to be adorable, and your smirk lifted up until your face began to hurt. “I guess I am,” he mumbled.

“Well good.” You folded your hands in each other and rested your chin on them. “Because I’m not confident enough to do so.” You grabbed a pen from the cup holder to your side and wrote your number on a post-it.

“Thank you,” he said when you slid it towards him. “I’ll text you.”

You watched as he bid farewell, turned around and left. This seemingly perfect stranger who had asked such a bold question. The butterflies in your stomach would never seem to calm down.