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keouil · 3 years

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how you forget to be human

“so is she like,” scott hesitates. “cap’s first lady or something?” rated t. 2k+. steve/nat. also on ao3 / twitter / cc

Scott hasn’t been with the team for a long time, but he thinks he at least has enough working knowledge of how everyone operates.

The Winter Soldier—Bucky to Steve, James to anyone who dared—quite frankly still scares the living shit out of him, and that’s Magneto on a good day. It didn’t take much to deduce he seemed wholly uncomfortable in his own skin, his jaw coiled perpetually tight and the rigid set of his shoulders always in alert. It was uneasy just being around him, his discomfort bleeding over others and charging the air around his space with its own brand of disquieting; but always, without fail, Steve cushioned whatever apprehension anyone aimed toward his bestfriend.

Most of it came from Sam, and almost always in good nature as if to ease the brainwashed supersoldier into some semblance of normality; and Scott would fear for Sam’s life every time he opened his mouth, were it not for the also very obvious fact the Falcon held his own and didn’t appreciate handouts and the three of them seemed to be getting along uniquely (if not a little oddly) well enough.

The witch was a small problem, however. Simply for the fact she was a witch and Scott is wary because history taught him they burned all of them down in Salem.

He sees her wiggling those voodoo fingers around sometimes, almost unconsciously, and feels the hairs on his arms rise with every flick of her wrist. The energy around her isn’t suffocating the same way Bucky’s is. It was more a subtle nervous tingling; like she herself was afraid of the gravity of her own powers she had yet to have complete reigns on. Scott is oddly humbled by the fact and even empathises with her a little.

Steve keeps an eye on her and doesn’t bother hiding it, but it’s the archer who gets past her when it really counts. Clint Barton, who, surprisingly is the one he’s on the most similar wavelength with out of all of them: family man and all.

Clint Barton whose also friends with Natasha Romanoff.

Hawkeye who has simultaneously the most complex and impossibly simple relationship with Black Widow.

“I swear to god if you ring me up next time you’re out of goddamn Fruit Loops,” Natasha warns, digging through one of the five grocery bags on the kitchen island. She fishes for a few more seconds, before popping a colourful cartoon box out from under the bag and tossing it to Barton. “I’m bringing you in for real.”

Clint scoffs, placing the carton on the top shelf. “How many times have I heard that before?”

“Apparently not enough,” Natasha glares at him from her peripheral, scooping out Nutella and a pack of store-bought pryanik to lay on the table. Russian biscuits. For Wanda. “If I’m still stopping by an abandoned boarding house in the slums of Siberia every other week. Y’all grown men can’t do grocery shopping by yourselves?”

Scott blinks from his spot by one of the stools.

Of all the things he expected to wake up to in hiding from 117 countries from possible charges of aiding and abetting a war criminal, Black Widow casually arranging and organising their weekly rationale was nowhere near the top of the list. She did this all the while supposedly fighting for the other team.

This one needs no introduction.

Scott knows who Black Widow is. Scott knows Captain America, after all.

You don’t grow up in the land of the free without knowing his legacy even in minute passing. The man has been plastered on nearly every surface of the continent since the dawn of America. Scott has seen the news footages, read the official accounts, willingly devoured every single documentary or biopic helmed in honour of their nation’s greatest hero: he knows, down to the bone, the star-spangled man with a plan.

A forgotten and revered and rebirthed war hero.

How he came to know of her, however, is an entirely different story: because come the news footages, zoom in close enough you’ll see the infamous shield covering a much smaller and daintier figure; go over the accounts with a fine-toothed comb, they speak of a levelled dynamic between a commanding officer and a shadow leader; and, lest history not forget, the documentaries: Peggy, because behind every great man is a woman, Natasha.

“Now why would we do that if we got you?” Sam. He comes up from behind the hallway to playfully grin at Natasha before enveloping her in a small hug. She returns it easily.

Scott braces himself for what’s to come, because they came in a pair, and so: “Nat,” Steven Grant Rogers, in the flesh himself, pokes his head in not a moment later with a barely indisputable frown on his face. “You came here again?”

Natasha clicks her tongue at him. “Someone had to make sure you boys were fed.”

“That’s not— We can—” Steve stutters as he strides in, and Scott has to very carefully school his features into nonchalance because Captain America does not stammer. He sighs deeply before settling next to her, nudging her with his hip. “Tony atleast know you're here?”

Natasha gives him a pointed look. “Who do you think paid for all this?”

Scott watches their silhouettes grow smaller and smaller by the distance.

Even from afar, he can make out Steve’s absolute hulk of a frame: back impossibly straight in a way that bespoke authenticity, years of rigid military training drilled into his bones; only he seemed to mellow, somehow and very slightly, the fine lines of his shoulders angled in the direction of her voice. And Natasha: brave and lithe, nearly a head shorter and so much more smaller, facing forward in full confidence and a leisurely stride in her steps.

Siberia has a biting night air that seeps deep into the bone. But it’s also comforting somehow; all of them knowing, in one way or another, what it was like to be iced out from society.

They were all huddled by the makeshift campfire Barton fashioned out of some wooden logs and a matchstick. Sam, in charge of roasting marshmallows, was gently coaxing Bucky into eating one and promising him it’s not poisoned. Wanda was handing out steaming cups of hot chocolate brewed from the pack Natasha brought in a few hours ago, a staple in her weekly grocery runs because apparently the kid witch liked sweets.

Scott gingerly takes a sip from his mug, some of the warmth seeping into liquid courage he was building up for weeks now. He takes a deep breath before plunging himself into the waves.

“I can’t be the only one worried that the enemy has infiltrated our territory, right?”

To their credit, neither of them kill him on sight.

Wanda pauses in levitating one of the wooden logs above the hearth, a single bark of kindling hovering uncertainly over the air. Bucky has an unreadable expression on his face when he regards him. A look passes between Sam and Clint, betraying nothing of their inner thoughts at his outburst.

The fire is nice and toasty, but the air is stifling now and Scott has never felt more the outsider than at that very moment.

Until Sam breaks into a hearty laugh. “Widow?” he shakes his head amusedly. “No, man, Steve and Nat are tight. They’re past stuff like that.”

Scott furrows his eyebrows in concern. “But isn’t she—”

“On Tony’s side?” Clint quips, poking at one of the planks. Wanda finally drops the floating bark, and Scott doesn’t miss the flash of something in her eyes when she glances at him from the other side of the fire. He thinks he saw a spark of red for a second. “Sure, I guess. Technically she’s Team Iron Man or whatever that means. But Natasha is also fiercely loyal, especially when it comes to Steve.”

“What does that mean?” Scott asks in genuine confusion.

Sam opens his mouth to elaborate, words already forming on his mouth; before he seems to come to a belated realisation, blinks, and manages a nonchalant shrug. "Damn if I know,” he admits, turning over a puffy mallow and watching the crackles of fire burn its edges. “But she’s good for him. That’s all I care about.”

“And he’s good for her,” Clint returns easily, not an ounce of hesitation in his voice. “Maybe sometimes it’s just that easy.”

They hear the crunching of footsteps on snow creeping up behind them, and Scott takes this as his cue to stash the conversation for another time.

He watches them stroll in together carefully.

Steve holds the gate open for her and places a small hand on her back as they advance in the small patch of woods by the backyard. Natasha settles next to Wanda, hands going up and down her arms to warm the younger girl despite being the one having only just gone out for a walk in the middle of Russian winter: because, and at this Scott is now confident, the jacket resting on her shoulders three times her size was keeping her warm enough.

The quinjet doesn’t start up right away.

Scott is slowly panicking, because the realisation that he was truly out of his depth at fighting in the next greatest civil war of the century notches above his pay grade only viscerally begins to take hold.

He has a family back home, pets to feed, a little life saving every now and then; but never this colossal of a scale, never with the stakes stacked up so high against them, that it really could only ever be toppled down by the likes of fucking Iron Man and Captain America.

But Steve is still confident.

It’s so bloody obvious he was always going to keep at it, gunned down the concrete walls of the airport and clawed his way out of it brick by brick if need be. He was really and truly the good man underneath it all, and at the back of his mind, Scott still finds himself awed at the fact.

But he doesn’t know how on earth the man came out of that airport not visibly rattled, not at all unlike how Scott was currently feeling; and, as he processes the rest of their wayward expressions, he knew he wasn’t alone in thinking so.

“Cap,” Sam wheezes by the floor, fighting to labor his breathing with a hand clutched on his dislocated shoulder. “I still got the jeep parked outside. It’s not too late. We can hike the rest of the way.”

“No,” Steve replies, an edge of conviction in his voice. There is not a single tremor in his stubborn hands gripping the wheel. “That’s gonna hold us back days. We just need to be up in the air for now. We need—”

“A woman to come to your rescue again?”

This time, it’s Scott who sighs in deep relief at her voice. This time, Scott doesn’t fight the churn in his stomach at the prospect of having someone who nearly nicked him lifeless not even hours ago this close a range with them again. This time, she is not Black Widow, but simply Natasha Romanoff; Steve Rogers’ friend.

This time, Scott thinks, he will let them be easy just like that.

There was no more a sign of tremble in his voice or hands the entire battle, but at the lilt of her voice, he just crumbles.

“Nat,” Steve breathes out when he turns to her, hands fisting at his sides in an attempt to regain control. Just like that, he unravels; so easily and without preamble in the face of her steeled strength. “I can’t get it to turn on— And I— We have to get Bucky—”

“Work through it, Steve,” she cooes in probably the most placating voice he’s heard of her, but she doesn’t move to touch him when she comes close. Her hands are going a mile a minute over the control panel, pushing buttons and lifting levers. Steve is hovering by her side like it's the only thing holding him together. “You know how to fly this thing, right?”

Steve is visibly taken aback and angles his body to face her. “You’re not coming with us?”

The question hangs in the air.

It charges the silence around them and quells any of their growing uncertainty, because, clear as it was of Steve’s well-founded and undeniable leadership skills: they also knew, intimately, she anchored him through it all.

Sam was putting pressure around Bucky’s human arm as he looked back and forth at them tensely. He could feel Wanda hitch her breath behind him.

Natasha’s fingers keep flying away at the keyboard, until they feel the telling signs of an engine rumbling underneath and the overhead lights spurting back to light. The whole jet roars to life in the next second, heating fans whizzing and technical sounds beeping. She shifts some gears around and locks in a destination with the GPS navigation.

When she turns to look at Steve, it is then Scott forces himself to pry his eyes away and not bear witness to this part of his already over documented life. In that single moment of uncertainty, the what does that mean is meant like this: an intimate baring of a soul, heart, trust: in a way no words could ever begin describing or should even attempt to put to paper.

It is friendship at the most intimate level, it is soulmates on the most soul-crushing departure, and it is the everything else that comes after.

“Not this time, Rogers,” he hears her say, and Scott doesn’t have to imagine the slight fracturing of his iron-clad footing in the world swaying ever so slightly, when he replies with: “Then I guess I’ll see you around, Romanoff.” .

“So is she like,” Scott hesitates. “Cap’s first lady or something?”

They’re some seventy feet off the air above the Pacific Ocean, the moisture from the ocean drifting up to the open barracks and making the air glisten around them. Bucky is fast asleep somewhere down the lower levels with Wanda keeping watch over him, upon the fervent insistence of Steve arguing he needed rest. It came as no surprise that he also self-assigned himself the first watch of the night.

Sam is sharpening his knives, the grating sound of sandpaper slicing over iron piercing through the silent hum and drum of the night.

“Please,” he scoffs, looking over at him. “If anything, Steve is her first lady.”

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kukuandkookie · 5 years

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So, I'm making a story which may or may not be a remake of a old story I made, but with a new setting, new characters, a different tone, and a new storyline. Any writing tips?

Ahhh first off, I just wanted to say how honoured I am that you’d feel like asking me for writing tips! And I must also apologize if this is at all late, since Tumblr has this bad habit of not really notifying me when someone sends me an ask. PS: This might get long ahaha. I tend to ramble a lot. 😅

My first piece of advice is to read and study what you read! I often get inspired by a good book after I’ve finished reading and begin itching to write, but I actually learned how to write stories by imitating the Warriors series when I was a kid.

I’d also highly recommend studying grammar. Not so much so that it becomes boring and no fun, but enough that it doesn’t hinder your story. Bad grammar or spelling doesn’t usually ruin a story unless it’s really bad, but it can pull someone out of your story. When reading over my classmates’ works, I usually found they worked quite well when read out loud, but reading it over myself caused me to spot those sort of grammatical errors and it would draw me out of the atmosphere they were creating for their story.

And on the topic of atmosphere, it is important to set the scene and also describe things, but definitely don’t go overboard. It often comes off as pretentious or cumbersome, breaking the flow of writing. I do describe certain things while writing, but I usually focus more on dialogue.

When it comes to dialogue, every character has their own voice, so they won’t all sound the same! Make sure to tag their dialogue with variety as well (like, don’t constantly use “he said, she said”). Try looking at other novels. Sometimes authors use “cried, scolded, screeched, begged,” etc). Sometimes they don’t use any dialogue tags at all so as not to break the flow of dialogue.

For example, this is a piece from the chapter I’m currently writing:

Or for something more casual:

The second one had four voices going on, but hopefully the voices flowed naturally enough and it wasn’t too confusing who’s who. If flow is hard to tell, you can try reading it out loud; it’ll also help you pick up on repetition.

Repeating something can be really good for dramatic effect, but too much repetition can also be bad. This is something I’ve had drilled into me by my English teachers since high school. Seeing the same few words a thousand times isn’t very interesting, so try to vary your vocabulary! There’s a whole internet out there to help you find the right words (for example, instead of always writing “angry,” you can look up “angry synonyms”).

Fictional writing, or creative nonfiction, is also where you can break a few rules of English for more dramatic flair. For example, there’s no need to always have full sentences. An incomplete sentence will stand out.

Definitely be sure to vary sentence length so not everything looks the same. And every time a new action/piece of dialogue happens, it’s a general rule to start a new line.

I like keeping certain things about my characters and world vague and versatile so that I can play around with it more, although I know worldbuilding and detailed characters are important to many writers. It’s okay if your characters start off a little flat—the more you write for them, the more their personality will come alive and have proper depth.

Sometimes I make a character because I feel like it and I give them a name I just feel like fits. I once made a character with curly brown hair and green eyes and randomly named him Ross, but I eventually incorporated the meaning of his name into his backstory (promontory or headland). He evolved while writing from a more cocky character to someone who is kind and quiet, but stubborn, distant, and has trouble getting over the past.

Of course writing characters also depends on your style. I have a friend who enjoys picking meaningful names for their characters, and there are authors who like to write down all the personality traits, flaws, and strengths right away. I prefer going with the flow, which I find isn’t a bad place to start, but the other way isn’t bad at all!

I usually like fleshing out the backstories for all of my characters, probably more than things like height or birthday. And that’s mostly because every person has their own story and their own scars, so it can affect them in different ways. Even flat characters I first develop just to be a villain often end up becoming more sympathetic later because I decided to focus on their backstories.

And of course we know everyone says “don’t write a Mary Sue!” but characters that seem pretty perfect can still come off as flawed and likeable. Not writing a Mary Sue doesn’t mean writing someone who is boring or terrible at everything or horrible to everyone—there is often a reason the hero is the one with some form of hidden skill or talent.

I’m going to pull on the character of my current obsessions as an example: Wei Wuxian from the novel Mo Dao Zu Shi. He’s intelligent, heroic, kind, and powerful, but such good things can also be translated into bad ones. Flaws are often exaggerations of positives. So for example, even though Wei Wuxian is intelligent, he’s still brash and reckless. He’s heroic, but this translates into a hero complex with impulsiveness, a lack of foresight, and can drive other people away. His kindness can turn into rage or self-sacrifice, and his power makes him arrogant.

Like with the thing on Mary Sues, try not to always worry about avoiding clichés or tropes. It’s good to avoid them, but they’re also staples of writing for a reason, and people do like what’s familiar (in my Film Studies classes, we describe movie tastes as “people want to see what they’re familiar with, but with something unfamiliar sprinkled in”). So it’s okay to use clichés/tropes sometimes, but don’t rely too much on them or your story will feel generic. Add your own twist!

But speaking of twists, don’t try and shock your readers with plot twists out of nowhere. Don’t panic if a reader picks up on your clues and then change the twist to something that doesn’t make sense just to shock the reader. This often cheats people of their experience. If they guess your plot twist, it can mean you laid down the right clues! But if you really want to shock them, try to drop enough hints for the new twist so it makes sense. For example, I find Coco’s plot twist much more sensible than Frozen’s.

Oh, and try not to worry too much about things like Chekhov’s gun. I had a Writing prof ask us to keep it in mind, but I find it more applicable to short stories, and that’s because it started as a rule for theatre. If you show a gun in your play, it should be used later by a character as a sort of payoff. In a longer story, this is less relevant as not every prop has to be important. Still, if you focus a lot on a particular thing, you should probably go back and explain it later.

I have a bad habit of sometimes mentioning things that seem important to characters at the time and totally forgetting it later until I reread old chapters. For example, I had one character who doesn’t have his mom with him anymore be interested in a ring box in one chapter, but I forgot about it for awhile. I later explained that it was his mom’s wedding ring, which is why he cared about it so much.

I do often get lucky, as my two long-term stories (one that’s close to being wrapped up and one that’s already finished) have both filled most plot points sometimes by chance. I usually just start writing without a real idea of where I’m going—sometimes the stuff I write just establishes characters or their backstories—but they usually start forming into a proper plot later on when I’ve established more characters and backstories and figure out where I want the climax to go.

I’m not saying that my way is the right or only way though! It helps a lot of authors to map everything out from the very beginning. I just find certain plot points change as my writing improves, so I start off with less plan but usually end up coming up with a proper story bible for me to follow as I write. Research and planning, at the end of the day, are still really helpful!

The hardest problem with writing is that we need our readers to care. If they don’t care, then the thing you work painstakingly on won’t feel as rewarding. And it’s easier to have people care when your characters/plot/world are interesting, feel real, and are likeable (or at least have a “love to hate” thing going on for them). Not every character needs to be tragic and edgy—most people recommend against this—but they can still be sympathetic. Sometimes though, characters are just villains or just background characters, and that’s fine too!

Plus everyone has different tastes, so it’s never guaranteed everyone will like your story—but then again, it’s no guarantee everyone won’t like it either!

I hope all of that helps, and that I haven’t scared you off with my ranting! Writing is a world of infinite possibilities, and I find it easier to test more of those possibilities than with drawing. At the end of the day, don’t forget to write for yourself and write what you also like. Improvement comes with practice, after all!

#advice #reference #writing tips #kuku answers #kuku88 #kuku rambles #quite a lot oops #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #svtfoe next gen #svtfoe

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aaltjebarisca · 5 years

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6 Must-Haves for New Homeowners

Derek Hales, editor-in-chief of Modern Castle, a platform that tests and recommends home products, and his wife rented for eight years in Phoenix before buying their first home in 2016. Naturally, they already had a few tools and household-organization items on hand. “But almost immediately we discovered a ton of things we needed for our new home,” Hales said.

Those things included storage hooks for the laundry room and shoe shelves installed in a front closet. The hooks help the couple get brooms, mops, dusters and other items off the ground for cleaner storage, while the shelves replaced Hales’ wife’s former shoe bin. “Those were such simple but amazing saving graces,” he said.

While every house presents its own unique challenges, there are some items that most new homeowners will find handy.

Basic Tools

When you were a renter, you’d call the landlord for repairs around your home. Now you’ll be the one in charge, and there are certain tools you’re likely to need, including:

16-oz. Claw Hammer. Hammers are useful for small fix-it jobs, from hanging pictures to repairing loose fence boards. The flat area of the hammer is used for driving nails, while the back has a two-pronged claw for pulling nails out.

Quality Screwdrivers. Screwdrivers are essential for inserting and removing screws – think unscrewing vents or putting up light plates – and they come in both manual and powered forms. With a manual screwdriver, you have to lift away from the screw head after every turn to reposition for the next one, whereas a powered version lets you insert and remove screws in a single step.

Locking Pliers. You have to squeeze the handle of ordinary pliers to maintain the grip, but locking pliers, also called plier wrenches, can be locked onto a workpiece to use as a vice or clamp. This is helpful when you need to move between different tools and parts.

Adjustable Wrench. Adjustable wrenches can be modified to fit many sizes of nuts and bolts. But be careful: They’re also called “knuckle busters” because they can slip off bolts. To avoid injury, pull the handle of the wrench toward you rather than away from you.

Tape Measure. The basic tape measure, also called a push-pull tape, comes in various lengths and is spring-loaded so that the tape retracts into its metal or plastic case. For most homeowners, a 12-foot tape is probably long enough. But if you’ll be taking on larger projects, you might consider a “builders’ tape,” which is 25 feet long and has marks at 16-inch increments to measure between wall studs.

Power Drill. Power drills have many uses, from drilling holes and driving screws to stirring paint and sanding. Cordless drills cost more, but they’re pretty convenient. “Our cordless drill is the most useful item we own,” said Jonathan Faccone, who purchased his first home in Horsham, Pennsylvania, two years ago. “There’s always something around the house that needs to be screwed in or adjusted, and the drill’s a lifesaver.”

Staple Gun. A staple gun looks like a large version of an office stapler, but it shoots out quarter-inch- to nine-sixteenth-inch-long staples used for joining fabric and wood in carpeting or upholstery projects.

Step Ladder

Your new home may offer more storage for items you don’t need too often, but some of those

spaces might be hard to reach. A footstool near the kitchen and a ladder or two in the

garage, including an extension ladder, may come in handy.

“Step ladders are a must for us because we are constantly going up to our attic to store things, then taking them down again,” Faccone said. “They are also a better choice than using your new dining room chairs to change lightbulbs or touch up paint.”

Many homeowners find ladders so useful they leave them behind when they move, paying it forward.

Wet-Dry (Shop) Vac

My husband insisted we get a shop vac, also called a bucket vacuum, when we bought our first home, and boy, was he right.

Shop vacs feature a durable hose and a canister for holding debris or liquid, and you can switch between blowing air out or sucking debris or moisture in. Note that if you’re vacuuming liquid into your shop vac, you’ll want to replace the filter right away (easy to find at DIY stores).

Unlike the ladder, the shop vac is a device you’ll want to take with you when you move.

Fire Extinguisher

While fire extinguishers often come standard in a rental, they may not be present in your new home.

“I consider a fire extinguisher an absolute necessity,” said recent home buyer Nikki Stephens, a blogger for Mommy My Way. “I have one in my kitchen and one in my laundry room, and if I had a garage, I’d have one there too.”

FEMA offers a guide to help you select a fire extinguisher for your home – and you may need more than one to protect vulnerable areas and to be sure you can extinguish all kinds of fires.

“You don’t want to wait for an incident before realizing you need a fire extinguisher, because then it’s too late,” Stephens said.

Items for Hard Water

Many areas of the country have hard water (water with high mineral content), which can leave brown or red stains on porcelain and deposits on faucets, as well as clog shower heads. If you live in an area with hard water, you may want to take care of the effects sooner rather than later to minimize damage to plumbing and fixtures.

“There was so much hard water buildup on our kitchen faucet that it was the only thing holding the faucet together,” Hales said. “We had to replace that faucet immediately, and clean and replace our refrigerator’s built-in filter.”

You can use professional cleaning products like CLR (Calcium Lime Rust) or try submerging fixtures in distilled white vinegar overnight to dissolve buildup.

Emergency Preparedness Kit

In light of recent natural disasters, consider having an emergency preparedness kit on hand.

FEMA recommends stocking enough food, medicine and other essentials for each member of your household (including pets) for 72 hours.

You should also have an emergency plan and a meeting place where you and your family can go if you’re separated during an emergency or can’t get back to your home.

A Piece at a Time

Going from renter to homeowner will take some getting used to. But don’t fret: With just a few fundamentals, like a hammer and a screwdriver, you can get many household jobs under control. And you can add more specialty items as you need them for different projects.

Good luck in your new home!

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mikebrackett · 5 years

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6 Must-Haves for New Homeowners

While every house presents its own unique challenges, there are some items that most new homeowners will find handy.

Basic Tools

When you were a renter, you’d call the landlord for repairs around your home. Now you’ll be the one in charge, and there are certain tools you’re likely to need, including:

Step Ladder

Your new home may offer more storage for items you don’t need too often, but some of those

spaces might be hard to reach. A footstool near the kitchen and a ladder or two in the

garage, including an extension ladder, may come in handy.

Many homeowners find ladders so useful they leave them behind when they move, paying it forward.

Wet-Dry (Shop) Vac

My husband insisted we get a shop vac, also called a bucket vacuum, when we bought our first home, and boy, was he right.

Unlike the ladder, the shop vac is a device you’ll want to take with you when you move.

Fire Extinguisher

While fire extinguishers often come standard in a rental, they may not be present in your new home.

FEMA offers a guide to help you select a fire extinguisher for your home – and you may need more than one to protect vulnerable areas and to be sure you can extinguish all kinds of fires.

“You don’t want to wait for an incident before realizing you need a fire extinguisher, because then it’s too late,” Stephens said.

Items for Hard Water

You can use professional cleaning products like CLR (Calcium Lime Rust) or try submerging fixtures in distilled white vinegar overnight to dissolve buildup.

Emergency Preparedness Kit

In light of recent natural disasters, consider having an emergency preparedness kit on hand.

FEMA recommends stocking enough food, medicine and other essentials for each member of your household (including pets) for 72 hours.

You should also have an emergency plan and a meeting place where you and your family can go if you’re separated during an emergency or can’t get back to your home.

A Piece at a Time

Good luck in your new home!

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ronaldbosieyiii · 6 years

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Tiny House: Part Three

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Things I used for this project:

ISOTunes Bluetooth Hearing Protection

Circular Saw

Framing Nailer

Custom Tool Belt

Slap Stapler

There was actually two months time in between my first visit (when the first two videos were made) and this second visit when we made this video above. In that time, Anne completely cleared out the site by removing the old shed she knocked over prior to us starting on this one. She also leveled out the land and caulked and primed most of the tiny house.

Bonus for this part of the build: George Vondriska came to help as well!

This week we started off with the electrical. First using a chalk line to mark the heights of the electrical boxes. Actually I held one end of the line but then while George started nailing on boxes, I started screwing down the floor. Anne and I used nails when we were putting it together, but adding screws will prevent squeaking over time.

While we were keeping busy there, Anne was going around the studs drilling holes in order to run the Romex. Anne figured out where she would be placing her panel then we started routing the wire. She actually plans to do solar in the future but while figuring out that process, we stuck with the traditional method of power. The tiny house will have a few boxes along the lower walls, a few light scones above the windows, then 6 outlets in the ceiling for lights or maybe fans.

Working as a team, George would work ahead and drill the holes needed, while I followed him running the wire. I’m not sure if you can see or not but Anne placed the level across both our ladders to hang the Romex wiring from so she could feed it to me as needed. This is a great solution if you don’t have a spool caddy.

After getting all the wall outlets and switches wired in, we ran the wiring to the ceiling lights then started on insulation. We went with pre cut and faced batts and started on the ceiling as it’s the worst. What we found to work quickest is George and I would be on the ladders with Anne passing us the batts. I would feed in my end and staple it down. Then pass it to George where he would repeat on his end of the batt. All the while Anne would be cutting another batt to size to fit the wall cavity my ladder was currently positioned in front of. By the time I split the batt down the center and fed it behind the wiring in the cavity, George was done with his securing and would pass the stapler back to me.

All three of us got a kick out of trying to perfect our timing on this. : )

When it came to the walls, it seemed to go even quicker as most of the bays were as easy as taking a batt out then stuffing it in the cavity. However, we were working with just a single stapler so we ended up with one person stuffing (making sure to split the batt and place half behind the wiring), one person stapling, then the third person measuring the odd ball size cavities and making those cuts needed. This kept all three of us busy and knocked the job out quickly.

Alright, up next was drywall! Which I was stoked about as I’ve never done drywall before. With the ceiling going to be the most difficult, we started there. Also you want to start on the ceiling so your wall boards butt right up to it.

We first made a helper in the shape of a T. This will be used to hold up the drywall sheet while we have time to secure it.

Now folks, I know this to be called a dead man, and George knows it to be an old lady……which are quite different. Either way, you can see how it works here. George and I are able to lift the sheet into place, then when we were happy with it’s position Anne could kick in the dead man which allowed us to rest our shoulders and start attaching.

Before attaching the panel though, George would first cut out around the electrical boxes with a router and a bit called a roto zip. It works similar to a flush trim bit except it’s much smaller and is designed for this specific application.

Then using a collated gun, which is a drill that feeds screws off a magazine clip, I would start attaching my side to the studs. Since there was only one collated gun, George would use a regular drill to drive in screws on his side. At least enough of them to hold up the panel so he could hop down and start lining out the next sheet and I could finish up the attaching.

A few other things I learned that are helpful on this step is to mark all your studs and rafters on the panels before setting them into place. This way you can very quickly go through and attach it. Stagger your seams just like with any other sheet application. When you start on a second row use a full panel and start in the center of the room then work your way out. Oh, and if you use a regular drill for drywall, look into a special bit for drywall screws that will prevent you from overdriving the screw.

You’ll notice that the drywall we are using is green, that’s because this is moisture and mold resistant. Anne noticed it was only going to cost $60 more to use this kind of drywall over the traditional kind and with it being in the forest and in Washington she decided it would be worth it.

After getting the ceiling knocked out, we unloaded the rest of the drywall from the truck and into the tiny house so it would all be on hand to quickly throw up. The sheets come in a pack of two and just a tip, as you unload and stack them, peal off the paper ends and flip the outside panel so it faces the same direction as it’s partner. This way the entire stack is all facing the same way in the end and you won’t have to do a bunch of flipping around when you’re rockin.

With the ceiling done, next we repeated the process and knocked out the walls. We very quickly got into the groove of two people holding the panel up, while another attached….this was mostly my job because once I discovered the fun-ness of that collated drill I wasn’t willing to give it up…..When the sheet was attached enough to stay up, George would cut out for the boxes while Anne would measure for the next board and be prepping it with cutting it to length or height, then also laying out the stud lines….or going back with the regular drill and sinking any screws that didn’t properly seat with my gun. It is really important for the next step that you don’t have any scew heads protruding.

Now we were in Washington and dancing around rain the three days we had to work, so with a break in the rain, we decided to attach the roof before taping and mudding.

You should remember from part two that Anne and I already progressed the roof to sheathing, roofing paper, and drip edge but were waiting on the metal roof to be delivered. So now it was as simple as passing the panels up, laying them down, and attaching them. While these panels are large, they aren’t that heavy so I was able to tilt it up to the roof then George was able to pull it up all the way and create a stack on the roof to use.

One panel wasn’t long enough to have the overhang Anne was wanting so we started off by cutting a panel up to create a starter strip. Starting at the bottom of the roof we made a few spacers to make sure the overhang was even then another spacer to use as a guide on where to place our screws. This just keeps them in line and makes it look sharp in the end.

After the starter row was complete we started laying down full panels, over lapping each one by one corrugation and again using a spacer to make sure the overhang was even along the top of the roof. This was my first time laying down a metal roof and I must say I’m a fan. It was easy and it looked very sharp afterwards. Total I don’t even know if the roof took us an hour to complete.

Still taking advantage of the let up in rain, we continued on with the outside work. Moving over to the soffit. For this we used some plywood that Anne had on hand which happen to be some 3/8” material and cut it to size with a circular saw. And this wasn’t all that bad. Soffit on my shop was horrible and I think scarred me for life! Or at least my shoulders for life, but using boards only 8’ long made it extremely manageable. Tip for this step is to go through and mark all your studs on the siding before throwing up the soffit. If you forget it isn’t a big deal as you can just measure, but it does speed things up if you remember and mark. We attached them to the studs with a framing nailer.

It was in the middle of this step that George had to fly back to WI so we said our goodbyes but got back to work. Since Anne and I were already on ladders we went ahead and cut and threw up the remaining trim work needed.

But after that, the only thing outside left to do was prime and paint but we decided to leave that and spend my last day in Washington getting further on the inside.

Now Anne plans to do a nice reclaimed barn wood floor eventually but in the meantime we did a second layer of plywood for the subfloor. We tracked in a ton of mud through building so we made sure to sweep before laying these sheets down and also made sure to stagger the seams from the previous layer of treated plywood.

That was of course a very simple step. Next we threw up a few sheets of cement board. This is because Anne is including a tiny stove in the tiny house. She will eventually plumb an exhaust line that will vent through the ceiling but for the mean time we just took care of the floor and walls by cutting a few boards then attaching them in place. Later Anne will cover these boards in stone and create an accent section that should look pretty adorable and cozy.

Even though it’s far from ready to be installed, we at least wanted to unbox the tiny stove to set it in place and see how it would look. Pretty adorable and cozy if you ask me.

Alrighty, now on to taping and bedding! Again this was a first for me and I will tell you now, that I loved this step. I wish I had more time to dive into it and get really good at it. Anne taught me what she learned from doing her shop build then we took off on it. It took us a second to figure out the best way to work efficiently but we eventually came to Anne going around and taping all the seams then me coming back and mudding.

We used mesh tape for all of the seams but paper tape in all the corners. Anne was having a heck of a time with the corners, particularly on the ceiling, but a friend suggested wetting the tape before applying it and Anne said this made all the difference in the world. So just a tip if you’re new to drywalling.

We made it a point to complete the first coat before calling it quits that day so that it could be setting up over night and allow us to apply a second coat before I had to head back home. The next day we started the day off with the second coat hoping it would dry by afternoon time frame so we miiiight be able to get a third coat on, but no such luck. With all the rain Washington was having when I was there, there was too must moisture in the air for it to dry quickly. No problem though.

This last day was Anne’s actual birthday. We ended up eating two different kinds of birthday cake for breakfast, spent a few hours mudding together on this awesome little house we built together, then spent the rest of the time playing around her farm with her lovable animals. I just want to say that I feel very blessed to have found a friend who thinks this was a perfect day.

Be sure and watch Anne’s YouTube channel to see the rest of the progress of Tiny House and I hope you enjoyed this series.

(If you haven’t seen part one and two in this series, you can check out part one here and part two here)

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Of Rocks, Romantic Rivalries, and Rune Rangers (Part 10)

“Weave! Weave!” Lance cried.

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” Keith shouted back as he fired a standard issue AFA assault rifle, the stock braced against his shoulder, the barrel of it jerking wildly from side-to-side.

In front of them, the holographic swarm of tiny ankle-biters kept on coming, some of them getting blasted into magical dust by the bullets, most of them smashing into the barrier just in front of Keith with gleeful grins and high-pitched giggles.

“Gah, this thing won’t point where I aim it at!” Keith cried as he reloaded his gun.

“That’s because you’re still trying to fight the stabilizers and the targeting system!” Lance yelled. “Work with the gun, not against it!”

“Sweet Shepherd, is there anyway to turn them off?!” Keith snapped as he lowered the rifle. “Why the fuck would you ever make a gun that tries to fix its own recoil and aim for you?”

“Because, that’s how you end up getting the most accurate and reliable guns possible!” Lance replied. “I can pull up the statistics right now that show all AFA-licensed weapons have a higher overall accuracy rate than any other brand, human or Fae made!”

“Yeah, well knowing my gun shoots 93 of every 100 bullets perfectly straight isn’t going to matter if I can’t actually get it to fire where I want it to, let alone hit anything!” Keith said as he cast a dirty look at the rifle. “Fucking aim-assist…’”

Lance scowled. “Hey, don’t blame the magitech for a user-side problem!”

“Oh, so I guess it’s because of your top-notch teaching skills that I can’t shoot for shit with this thing!” Keith said as he put the rifle down on the counter.

The target practice holo shut down, Keith and Lance spent a few moments shooting daggers at each other, before the two of them groaned and backed down.

“Damn it, we really should have spoken up when Pidge paired us all off, no way in hell I’m learning how to shoot any of these if it’s you doing the teaching...” Keith said as he gestured to the rack of human-made firearms on the side.

“Agreed,” Lance said. “Probably should have taken up Allura on that offer of more Water Fist training.”

Keith chuckled. “Yeah, knowing you, you’d probably fare even worse than I did just now.”

“It can’t be that bad, can it? Basic was just a whole lot of drills and learning the moves, meditating, and ‘getting into the Flow,’” Lance said, moving his arms and legs like he was going along with an invisible current. “What’s up with advanced?”

Keith put a hand on Lance’s shoulder. “Let me put it this way...”

Crash!

Allura drop-kicked Shiro through a door and into a break room, jagged splinters flying everywhere. Hologram office workers dashed out of the way or got knocked down to the floor, their screams and panic filling the air as the two hit the ground.

Allura quickly sprang back up on her feet, Shiro scrambled up to his feet and to the counters on the far side of the room. He frantically grabbed at most everything he could throw—ceramic coffee mugs, metal utensils, aluminum soda cans—but her hypersensitive ears and superior reflexes let her dodge them all with ease.

Shiro came to the end of the counter, and to the holy grail of any office: the Auto-Cafe machine. He randomly punched order buttons, freshly made recyclable ceramic mugs fell out of the dispensers, brimming with more fake, holographic coffee, grabbed them just as Allura grabbed his head.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

Shiro desperately looked around in-between Allura giving him an extreme close-up of the menu. He noticed a rectangular box just to the side of the machine, the lid half-way open, glimpses of real, non-holographic frosting and pastry crumbs inside. He grabbed a jelly- filled donut with his prosthetic arm, and put it right up to Allura’s face.

She didn’t notice what he was doing until she had gooey, sticky, spicy-sweet firemelon jelly sprayed right into her eyes.

The golem in the testing chamber put its hands to its “ears,” seemingly screaming in agony as Pidge and Hunk blasted it with one of their recreations of Mero’s singing. From the way it fell to its knees, laid completely flat on the floor, and violently shook before it went still, they could tell it was another failure.

Pidge shut off the speakers, and the two of them waited for the last of the purple-pink waves of magic to dissipate or get absorbed in the walls before they pulled the ear-muffs from their heads. Hunk started to read the stats on a monitor, Pidge activated her recorder.

“Track #17 also failed,” she said. “Subject not only showed any signs of subversion or aggression towards target dummies made to resemble Celestial Guard and assorted allies, it also seemed to have suffered in extreme, horrific agony, before shutting down from the trauma.

“Highly suggest destruction of actual audio file, while keeping exact frequency for reference and possible recreation in the future; no telling what will happen if this leaks out.”

Hunk sighed as he compared the readouts from the other sixteen tests. <Looks like whatever Haggar did with Mero, it was one heck of a one-hit wonder,> he said. <We’ve got almost exact replicas of the sound, but we don’t have that something that makes it brainwash people.>

<Could be from the use of black sand, void steel, pure vitae, or the many other exotic materials we’re not getting our hands on, ever,> Pidge said. <Maybe we should just look at improving our gear’s magic defense in general, emphasis on sonic attacks.>

<Sounds like a plan,> Hunk said as he and her left the control room. <I’ve already got some prototype designs we can punch in the fabricators right away!>

Elsewhere, Shiro shoved Allura’s head into the scanner of one. He slammed the cover on top of her head, the machine fired up, dutifully making a 3D mould of Allura’s face: eyes closed from the glare of the beam, her left cheek smushed against the bottom, her lips curled into a scowl.

Allura threw her foot up into Shiro’s crotch; as he reeled from the pain, she pulled herself out, and shoved Shiro’s head into it, before slamming the cover on him, too.

The machine ejected the half-finished mould of Allura, and started making one of Shiro’s face.

Lance stared at Keith, unable to decide if he should look annoyed or horrified. “You’re shitting me right now, right?” he asked.

Keith shook his head. “Nope, completely serious. People and folks have died from advanced training, let alone master level.”

“But this ‘training’ sounds crazy and ridiculously dangerous!” Lance said after Keith finished explaining. “And that’s really saying something, considering what else we put ourselves through.”

“Avalon is crazy and ridiculously dangerous,” Keith said. “You may think you’ve got a taste of it back during your field trips with the AFA, but until you live out in the Country full-time for a year or two, you really don’t know what the wilds are like.

“It’s why I trusted Fae weapons more than human ones—they’re designed to take a helluva beating from anything and everything, fire just fine even if you after you just unburied it from two tons of sand and shook it out, and I know they’ll get the job done, unlike this piece of shit,” he said, gesturing to the assault rifle still on the firing range’s counter.

“And yet the bulk of weapons in active use for military forces, human or Fae, private or government, are all from human manufacturing,” Lance countered. “Are you saying that the billions of soldiers, justices, and watchers out there are basically using NERF guns and bats?”

“No, but I am saying is that they’d do the whole realm a favour by using real weapons, without fancy computers doing all the work for them,” Keith countered.

Lance scowled. “Okay! That’s it! I will not let this insult to my race—of which half of you belongs to, might I add—stand!” He gestured to the other rack of firearms on the side, all Fae-made. “Pick a weapon, any weapon, and let’s see if I can’t kick ass with it like I do my rifle!”

“Alright, Mr. Badass, if you want to get your ego torn to bloody pieces like that, who am I to complain?” Keith said as walked over. He looked over the selection, briefly debated giving Lance a log-cannon just to see him struggle to carry it around, but decided against it.

“Here,” Keith said as he gave Lance a repeater, a wrist-mounted machine pistol. “Rapid-fire, stock-issue weapon meant for versatility and ease-of-use over accuracy and raw stopping power, just like the AFA AR.

“Need some help loading and reloading it?” he asked as Lance strapped it on. “Newbies tend to keep taking their eyes out with the canisters the first couple hundred times they do.”

“I’ve got this!” Lance said as he braced the repeater on his other arm. “In fact, give me some ammo, and I’ll load and reload this thing like pro, first try.”

“Don’t keep me in suspense!” Keith said as he threw one at him.

Lance caught it. He slapped the release lever, slammed the canister in, and locked it into place. Keith watched as he spun the firing cylinder and peeled off a burst of bolts, then gave Lance a thumbs up.

Lance grinned triumphantly, slapped the release lever again, upon which the canister flew up into the air and hit him in the eye.

“GAH!” Shiro cried out as the staple-gun canisters bounced off his face.

Allura ducked to his blindside, and pounced on him; Shiro tried to dodge, but the tears blurring his vision made it impossible.

Thud.

The two were on the floor again, Allura on top of Shiro. “Not so fun being blinded, is it?!” she cried as she began to punch him in the head.

Shiro turned them over, and started blindly punching at her. Allura pulled her own reversal, and two began to roll and roll along the length of the now deserted office, cursing and punching all the while.

Bang! Allura stubbed her toe on the leg of a wooden chair.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Fuck!” Allura cried as her pinky toe began to throb.

Shiro stopped, and looked concerned. “Shit, Allura, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she muttered.

“Good, I was worried for a moment there, Shiro said, before he headbutted her.

Crack!

Pidge and Hunk continued headbanging o one of their favourite Ice Lord tracks.

<Oh yeah!> Pidge said as she lowered the volume. <It’s definitely going to be “Soul of Steel!”>

<You sure?> Hunk asked. <The vocals on ‘Emerald Blaze’ might help screw up the resonance of a sonic attack even more—plus, the bass-line is better.>

<True, but it might help to be able to focus on the lyrics to try and ignore the attack itself,> Pidge said. <With Emerald Blaze being mostly screeching and screaming, someone might think it was just Mero’s song all over again.>

<Shall we test it out on the golems and see which is more effective, or if it’s going to be a matter of personal choice?> Hunk asked.

Pidge smiled. <Of course! We’ve got effectively infinite materials and funding here, right?>

<To the fabricators, then!> Hunk said, standing up and dramatically pointing back to the machines.

Pidge giggled, before the two of them got back to work.

<Hey Pidge, I’ve been meaning to ask, did you and Allura have that talk you needed last night?> Hunk said as they started punching in designs for the fabricators.

<We did, and it was pretty great,> Pidge replied as she did the same. <Thanks for pointing me to her, Hunk; it gets kinda hard to ask her, since well, you know...> she looked away, her cheeks turning light pink.

Hunk pushed the “Start” button, then patted her on the shoulder. <I understand. Have you ever thought of just telling her? Get it off your chest? I’m sure you and Allura can work it out.>

Pidge’s eyes widened and her ears pulled back, before she frantically shook her head. <Oh, no, I can’t! Especially not now that--> she quickly shut her mouth.

<Now that what…?> Hunk asked.

Pidge paused for a moment. She debated telling Hunk for a few moments, before she mentally slapped herself and reminded herself that this was Hunk. <I’m pretty sure Allura and Shiro are dating,> she said.

Hunk blinked. <Huh?>

<I’ve been noticing it for a while now, the way they’ve been stealing glances at each other all the time, how they’re suddenly so much less professional around each other, and their going off on that coffee date just cemented it,> Pidge explained.

<I’ll admit they haven’t gone out and confirmed it, but it’s just so blatantly obvious, you know?>

Hunk looked conflicted for a moment, before he said, <I don’t know, there’s still a chance you might be wrong, right?>

<Eh, true, but I wouldn’t bet money on that...>

Hunk nodded. <So what’s your plan now?>

Pidge shrugged. <Go see what my other options are, I suppose. Support them as much as I can as their friend. Try not to cause unnecessary drama between them.> She paused. <Well, any more than I already have, anyway...>

Hunk’s eyebrows rose. <… Pidge, what did you do…?>

Pidge looked away, her cheeks red once more. <Well… you know how I had a sleepover with Allura last night, right?>

Hunk nodded, eyes wordlessly asking Pidge to continue.

<Well, after our talk, I kinda… pretended to fall asleep so I could snuggle up to Allura, and she kinda… snuggled back. I’m afraid Shiro’s going to take it the wrong way since he’s human, you know?>

Hunk paused, before he laughed. <Oh man, Pidge, the way you were saying that I thought you and Allura--> he made a sexy animal noise.

Pidge’s cheeks burst into flames.

Hunk reached out and put his hand on her shoulder again. <Dude, Shiro’s too chill of a guy to freak-out over something like Allura snuggling with you. Besides, have you even felt your fur lately? You’re soft like a cloud, who wouldn’t want to snuggle up with you if they could?>

Pidge nodded slowly. <Hah, yeah… guess I’m worrying over nothing.>

<Pidge, trust me: even if Allura feels the need to bring up last night, it won’t put that much of a wedge between them. They’re the most mature of all of us, no way they’d ever get this petty!>

At the same time, Allura and Shiro staggered into a restroom, the both of them battered, breathless, but still out for blood. The two of them grabbed the sinks for support, and glared at each other.

“Having an off-day, Allura?!” Shiro snapped in between pants for breath.

“Sort of, didn’t get a full night’s sleep!” Allura replied as she slowly started to walk towards him. “Stayed up for most of it being with Pidge, you know!”

Shiro scowled. “I thought we already made it abundantly clear you and Pidge didn’t have sex last night!” he cried as he tensed up, getting ready for combat once more.

“Oh, we didn’t, you’ve got me there.” Allura grinned evilly. “Dosen’t mean that’s we didn’t PLENTY of other things, though!”

Shiro’s eyes widened.

Allura dashed forward, grabbing Shiro and slamming his head into the counter.

Crack.

The ceramic fractured. Stunned, Shiro could only stagger along as Allura dragged him into a nearby stall. She threw him onto the toilet, he grabbed the edges of the bowl, while Allura grabbed the back of his head and chest.

Shiro’s eyes widened as his face came ever closer to the sparkling, very real water.

Splash.

Allura quickly waved a hand in front of the “Flush” sensor.

She grinned as the sound of rushing water and garbled, panicked screaming echoed on the tile walls.

Shiro pulled himself out, collapsed on the side of the bowl coughing up water and wheezing for breath.

Allura stood up and casually leaned on the wall. “For clarity, ‘other things’ was talking about her personal problems, and helping her through them,” she hummed. “It was really lovely— you could say we had quite the bonding moment last night!”

Shiro wiped the water from his face, before he gave Allura one of the dirtiest, most hate-filled looks he had ever made in his entire life.

Allura just grinned back.

“Training’s over!” she chirped, making gestures in the air before the props and scenery around them began to disappear. “I must say, Shiro, you did remarkably well today, being able to keep up with me and trade blows for as long as you did, but I’m afraid you still have a lot to learn if you’re going to become an adept at the Air Fist, let alone a master.

“After we cooldown and patch ourselves up, we’ll review the footage together and I’ll offer you some pointers,” she said. “At the very least, I can say with full confidence that you’re much better at fighting than you are with romance!”

Shiro scowled as he pushed himself up. “You realize all these insults just makes me all the more determined to completely beat the ever-loving crap out of you next time, right?” he asked flatly.

Allura beamed. “That’s the point! I’ll admit I had reservations about numerous traditions with the Air Fist, but I have to admit: this was fun!”

“For the winner, at least...” Shiro grumbled.

Together, the two of them left the Raucous Room, already thinking about how they were going to utterly destroy the other next time.

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