#installation of locks.

[assemblagerapide]

Assemblage Rapide

Address : Montréal-Est, QC H1B 5A1 Canada

Phone Number : +1 438-884-2347

Nous proposons les services d'assemblage et de démontage de meubles, l'installation des supports pour rideaux, écrans TV, tableaux, ainsi que l'installation des serrures. (English: We offer furniture assembly and disassembly services, installation of supports for curtains, TV screens, tables, and installation of locks.)

Business Email : kouangnoel@gmail.com

Location Served : Montréal, Laval, Longueuil, saint Lambert, Broussard, pointes aux trembles, Terbonne,

Hours : Lun, Mer, Jeu: 9h-17h | Mar, Ven: 10h-20h | Dim: 12h-20h | Sam: Fermé (English: Mon, Wed, Thu: 9am-5pm | Tue, Fri: 10am-8pm | Sun: 12pm-8pm | Sat: Closed)

Payment : Interac or bank transfer; Cash

Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/Assemblagerapide

[yrdnzz]

some more sketches of blasian/black bllk chara designs

comms are closed at the moment but i will be doing sketches in return for donations for supporting those in palestine, more information on that here :]

[izaanagi]

There is a moment of panic when you knock on the door, your nerves giving a jolt - before a curt ‘Come in’ seals your faith. 

As the door creaks open, exactly like it would in a horror movie, you step in only to have the man sitting at his desk and typing away at laptop fill up your vision. He does not look up from the task he is completing, but even the clacks of his drawn out fingers sound elegant and useless to argue with. The aura that Barou exudes is simply that of complete devastation and utter dominion: there is no way to fight such a beast and even for a second hope you could come alive out of it. 

“I have the documents you asked for earlier. I am going to leave them on the desk, sir,” you put out, as the boss has not spared yet a glance, and you don’t  have enough time to waste. 

He does not answer, and so all is left to do is to pace forward, place the pile on top of the flawlessly arranged working desk and turn around to leave. But you still have to make a step towards the door, when the clacking stops. 

“Wait,” he snaps, as you hear him getting up and cross over to go towards the door, and shut it close. 

It’s not a good sign, and you swallow the clump of saliva just formed inside your mouth. There is anticipation and dread, and they’re both equally as powerful. 

As Barou approaches, all you can do is step back - but there is nowhere to go, as soon your back hits the desk and his splayed hand trap you right where you would not like to be at this time: right in his cage, his eyes fixed on yours, his cologne being overbearing of the citrus lemon ambiance diffuser he has somewhere hidden on one of his shelves. 

“You thought you could simply go like this after what happened yesterday?” He asks, almost curious. “Did you think that it was a one-time thing and that now we could just go back to working in the same space with no repercussions?” 

You swallow again, and shake your head. “I did not dare to think so, sir.”

Then, he comes closer and closer, until your mouths are a breath away and his deep red eyes are the only splash of colour you can focus on. 

“Then you can get on your knees and make me forget that for a second you did, little peach,” he whispers, as a grin tries to appear on his mouth. 

There is already a knowing pool of wetness forming over your grey panties, your hands slightly trembling both in fear and anticipation of what his newly formed connection will be like. It does not matter that Barou’s cock was inside you not even twenty four hours prior, this is a place of work and tainting it with the smell of sex is not something that you could have imagined. 

Almost on autopilot, a dull throb possessing your faults hidden beneath a layers of clothes, you sink on your knees, your face landing directly in front of your boss’ crotch, a tent in his pants evident. He’s semi hard by the time you pull down his zipper and his pants. 

Your nose bares close to his cock, a small smear of pre cum staining the white boxers - when Barou’s hands grabs your neck, almost enveloping it, and presses your face against himself. 

“This is all your fault. I’m sitting here and all I can think about is how tight your pussy was,” he almost moans. 

Your lick his shaft through the fabric, the firmness of his member weighting on your tongue. The fabric gets in the way, wet under your ministrations, until Barou gets tired of it and with a small “Fuck this,” simply tugs at his waistband, and draws his dick out, red and swollen. 

You lose no time to envelope his tip inside, sucking on the soft skin and trailing your tongue over his slit, salty from the precum. Your left hand then wraps around his length, from the base up to the middle, as your struggle to let your fingers meet, given his girth. There is a ton of Barou and your mouth is simply too small to take him all in. 

“You look good on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he says, as he pushes your head once again, his tip almost hitting the back of your throat with the power behind it. “Make use of that mouth wisely.”

Your head starts bobbing up and down, taking as much of him as you can, as your tongue swirls around his vein underneath, his glans and wherever it reaches. You almost gag before you can remove yourself from him, a thread of saliva connecting you to the majestic statement of manhood. You look up only to find Barou Shouei flushed, one hand still on the desk to support himself and the other ready to take advantage of you again. 

Blowing him is a hard job, as you twist your hand around the parts you cannot reach with your mouth, licking his shaft up and down with your tongue, and then sucking in his tip, cheeks hollowed up. 

As his cock hits the back of your throat again and you gag for the umpteenth time, you can feel Barou’s cock twitch. It reverberates throughout your wet pussy, looking for some kind of release, but Barou’s hands are soon on your head and all you can do is grasp his hips as he thrust into your mouth with ferocity, seeking a climax. 

There is an abrupt “Holy fuck,” as cum flows into your mouth, thick and hot, the taste of sea water. There is no time to spit out as his hand closes your mouth and all you can do is swallow his semen, make a disgusted face and wipe your mouth. 

“I hope you enjoyed your meal,”he says as he shoves his dick once again in your mouth, in order for it to be clean. But that’s as far as it goes, as you stand up, your knees hollering at you from being in that position a minute too long and wobbling at the door, mentally scanning your desk to remember whether you brough some water with you. 

“Close the door as you go,” Barou adds, as he zips himself up and goes to sit back again at where you found him when you came into the office. 

“You are such a dick,” you mutter to yourself as you bang the door after you, and can all but see the satisfied shit eating grin that Barou Shouei has plastered on his lips. 

[prince-liest]

fuck it I'm gonna write an omegaverse fic

[tcshi]

boyfriend!reo who despite your multiple protest about him spending his money on you, sends you bouquet of flowers that coincidentally aligns when the previous ones he's sent you are all dried up.

boyfriend!reo who plucks a flower from the bouquets so that he'll know when your flowers are all withered before he sends you a fresh new bunch.

boyfriend!reo who learns all of the things you love so that he can engage in the conversations with you pertaining them just like how you entertain every talk of his about football.

boyfriend!reo who let's you turn his hair into beautiful braids even though truthfully they're a little messy, but for him it's the thought and effort that counts.

boyfriend!reo who loves putting his chin over your shoulder as you're seated on his lap, loving the intimacy and closeness of your preferred way of cuddling before he's peppering the skin of your neck with small kisses, chuckling at the squeals leaving your lips because he knows it's your ticklish spot.

boyfriend!reo who appreciates your patience in the relationship because his schedule can get a bit hectic when the premier league starts.

boyfriend!reo who assigns a personal staff to look after you every game, making sure you're comfortable and fed while spending an hour and 30 minutes watching him play.

boyfriend!reo who proceeds to greet you first with kisses when the halftime is over and they're emerging from the tunnel, tells you that it's his good luck charm before he's being whisked away by nagi to their side of the pitch.

boyfriend!reo who runs over to you first things first in the vip area where the team’s family members are all seated together after a game, reaching his arms over the athletic fence that separated the terrace and pitch and him from you.

boyfriend!reo who likes to hold you by the waist as you're seated down on the terrace bench with him, not even minding the sweat that clung onto his soaked jersey before he's back at planting kisses all over your face.

boyfriend!reo who kisses you shamelessly in front of thousands of people, tongue and all before sheepishly smiling every time the candid pictures of that event are flashing through his sns and greeting his eyes every morning after.

lastly, boyfriend!reo who's down bad for you who knew you were the one for him when you've shown the same passion as him for a sport that you don't even play. boyfriend!reo who loves you unconditionally, more than willing to spend his entire life with you. boyfriend!reo who's already got the ring hidden deep inside his jersey short pockets and ready to be flaunted in public in your finger.

a/n: was heavily inspired by boyfriend!nagi (@the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm ) so i thought why not make one for my baby boy reo <33 i’m afraid my favorite lilac is slowly climbing up the charts and might possibly top rin and nagi as my bllk bf sooner than expected :›

[phoenixcatch7]

The Wayne doll house

Have some haunted doll au, since it's been bubbling away in my mind.

The bat cave is large and sprawling, many layers and tunnels and hollowed out cracks in the walls. It takes many years to fully reinforce to prevent stray kids from tripping into stagnant waters or fall down crags as he once did. The doll cave, as it becomes known, is in one of the deepest, darkest corners, one where the lights of the furnished caverns above don't reach.

It's one late night sitting at the computer when it suddenly occurs to Bruce that his first encounter with a doll was at the well entrance, many levels above.

There was nothing there when he went back.

-

The justice league stared at the subaru. The subaru, having no eyes, did not stare back.

The seven of them had just finished a very long, arduous mission, and narrowly escaped government censure after the base they'd been raiding had turned out to belong to some corrupt official. With the alert up, they couldn't escape through city airspace, or even in their hero suits.

So civilian it was.

Batman had hotwired some bloke's car while the rest of them ducked into alleys and shop bathrooms, but the problem remained. There was seven of them. And five seats.

"I can shift into something more suitable for being carried," suggested j'onn, "but I believe one of us might have to hide."

"Foot well?" Hal tried, and everyone looked around at the tall, bulky, broad heroes.

"Think they'd have to go in the boot," Barry finally said. Everyone immediately turned to him. "No."

Batman spoke up before the discussion could devolve.

"I think.... I would be best for that."

The team stared.

"Batsy?"

Having no lungs meant he could not drag in the tired sigh he wished, but whatever force allowed this body to talk was capable of approximating something suitably resigned.

"As I am, I am... incapable of fully passing as human. It would be best if I remained out of sight."

"So just? Go change? I swear we won't be weird about whoever you are under the mask. Even if you're like, bald."

"Thank you, Wally, but I'm afraid I'm being serious." Reaching for the mask in broad daylight was unpleasant, but the glue and wires held as he gave it a few thorough tugs. "It doesn't detach."

Everyone stared. Clark reached out as if he wanted to check, but withdrew.

"Do you even have a civilian identity??" Oliver eventually asked. "Because at this point I'm genuinely not sure."

Wayne Enterprises and Queen Industries had a meeting that same evening. "Hn."

"Can we go back to the 'incapable of passing as human' part?!"

"We can discuss it in the car," he snapped, stalking past Barry and popping the boot. "In case you haven't forgotten, we're on a time limit."

For once, that seemed to encourage them, and batman, with great dignity, folded his joints and cape into the small space, ignoring Hal's mutter of 'what kind of contortionist -' as he slammed the lid. With a little shuffling he managed to activate his comms.

"I will inform the watchtower of our delay."

"Batman, they're tapping all outgoing signals, you can't -"

"It won't trigger," he interrupted, before he twisted his consciousness and sent it spiralling across the country.

Bruce awoke with a groan, stretching his limbs and taking a moment to marinate in his annoyance before he reached for the comm and voice modulator on the beside table.

"Batman to watchtower, we've encountered delays. If the Texan state government calls we haven't entered the state in six weeks. Batman out."

-

"Alien?"

"No."

"Reanimated corpse?"

"No."

"Uh... Demon?"

"Hm. No."

"You're not just a meta human, are you?"

"No."

"Vampire?"

"No."

"Robot??"

"No."

"Batsy, please, someone's got to win the bet eventually. How do we even know you're not lying?!"

"You don't," Batman said, not looking up from his paperwork and Flash groaned, letting his sticky notes fall to the floor as he buried his head in his arms.

"One day," he bemoaned to the keyboard, "one day we'll figure it out."

"Until then please keep your eyes on the monitors."

Flash groaned again.

-

Robin ducked under superman's arm as he scuttled down the corridor, laden with the night's haul of snacks. The real problem wasn't getting them - stopping league members from raiding the kitchen would be extremely counterproductive - but keeping them until he could return home to his human body to eat them. Batman had started searching him each time they left and it was really cutting into his daily sugar intake. Unfair! Just because he didn't actually use energy to stay up my night to fight crime, it felt like he did!!

'Oh, you're broken, Robin, oh, don't go out until the glue has fully set, Robin' his arm was fine! It wasn't like there was much crime to be fought on the watchtower anyway! At least not physically.

So he was pretty pleased with himself until he went to set the snacks down and found that the tar like glue they used had soaked through the sleeve and gotten all over his chocolates.

With his other hand, he tried to pry them off, wincing as the wrappers tore and stuck. He tried to shake it, ignoring the way his elbow rattled in the joint.

"Come on, come on - aw, cheezits."

The arm fell off. Robin stared despondently at the limb, surrounded by torn wrappers and dripping black glue where it connected to the elbow. The sour stink of formaldehyde filled the air.

He was going to be in such trouble with Bruce.

The click of the door jerked his head up.

Flash stood in the doorway, wide eyed. Robin stared back.

Flash screamed.

Oh yeah @dehydratedmockingbird have a thing

[cicadacelebration]

📞

[corioheinous]

Currently writing a post-Blue Lock aged-up kaisagi fic on ao3 and have been struggling so hard with creating a solid foundation for both characters’ Characterizations. but man did it become easier when I realized how many possibilities there are to explore when making Isagi juuust a little bit obsessed with Kaiser. Like we all know Kaiser is a lot a bit obsessed with Isagi (read: tearing his hair out and choking himself over it every other week) but I think it’s fun to explore Isagi’s quieter, most likely unwelcome obsession with Kaiser. Because at the end of the day, all toxic yaoi situationships are at least somewhat of a two-way street.

There’s a great paradox in which Kaiser embodies everything about a professional football player that Isagi wants to become (and look I know Noa exists but they’re not. they’re not foils in the same way okay that guy is pushing 40) while simultaneously being the most infuriating and annoying bastard in the world to him. Isagi recognizes Kaiser’s raw talent and the years of practice he’s put into developing his techniques as both very intimidating qualities to have in a rival and inspirational ones. Because they’re not impossibly far out of reach; these techniques (particularly metavision) are ones Isagi already employs on the field everyday, just has yet to master them at the extraordinary level Kaiser has. Isagi wants to beat Kaiser at his own game, using his own moves, and has unconsciously allowed Kaiser to become a sort of model for him in the process. Despite the fact that he hates the guy’s guts, he’s mirroring his best qualities to the point where even fans can see that they would synchronize well together if they just let themselves.

But Isagi would never let himself. He’s stubborn. He despises Kaiser. He probably sees a rosebush growing on the side of the road and lets it ruin his day. He’ll probably bear ill will toward anyone with blue hair and pronouns for years down the line. Which is why it’s so fun to be writing a more mature version of Isagi, one who has probably put a lot of that childish resentment behind him. Because when you remove his resentment toward Kaiser, you’re still left with some irritation, yes, but the bulk of it is admiration. It’s Isagi letting Kaiser rile him up more than he pisses him off. It’s Isagi wanting to butt heads with Kaiser both on and off the field. It’s Isagi buying a shirt/hoodie/pair of boxers with a rose pattern on it for no reason he could possibly fathom on his own. It’s a quiet, repressed brand of obsession that might take them both off guard when it comes to light, but it’d be a beyond brilliant moment when it does.

[abirdie]

Gael García Bernal in Werewolf by Night / Werewolf by Night in Color (2022 / 2023, dir. Michael Giacchino)

(these gifs also feature Laura Donnelly and an out-of-focus Eugenie Bondurant, plus Carey Jones was in the on-set suit for Ted)

Gifs are all 540px wide so you can click to see larger.

[other gael filmography gifsets]

[nonasbirthday]

"why is there only 1 RB per planet. why dorsn't the moon get an RB. what even is a soul" are all good questions and i have another!

if john killing the planets produced the resurrection beasts, if the reason he killed the planets was to get a thanergy boost from their deaths, and a thing must have a soul for it to be killed, does this mean the fucking sun has a soul?

ugh you know before nona came out i was semi-convinced that alecto was actually the RB of the sun. which doesn't really make sense bc how could there be life on the sun. but john said he reignited the sun, and that he continued to power it, and his eyes kind of look like an eclipse, you get it. so YEAH i'm with you here, if john actually resurrected the sun then it seems like it's gotta have a soul right?!! IF john is telling the truth, which seems to be a big if, because in HTN right as we believe john's death is causing the sun to collapse he suddenly re-forms and tells augustine that he can't actually be killed by the RBs or by mercymorn, so no need to worry about Dominicus after all, except how it may have toasted the sixth a little bit there, whoopsie! BUT then in NTN john does say he "bit through the sun first" so like!! what is the deal!!

[locksmithdesplainesillinois]

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[madredhattie]

While reacquainting himself with the internet post-Hisui, Ingo learns to his crushing disappointment that the ads promising “hot singles in his area” have nothing at all to do with his preferred battle format.

Completely unrelatedly, he also gets first hand experience with a computer absolutely riddled with malware.

[rielzero]

Tiny Afterstory Drabble (spoilers) Locke/Loki

Context: Locke is a vampire now, and for privacy reasons rather than be a well-known hero in Baldur's gate 3, he declares himself dead to protect his new un-live.

The Undertaker, Jermaine: Well, It's good you had time to drop by the morgue. I'm currently in the progress of preparing your gravestone.

Locke: Oh, anything you need?

Undertaker: Hmm. The.. Public opinion already decided on the message they wanted, but I just need your full name.

Locke: Right, Astarion suggested I should change it if I'm going to declare the old me as dead.. Feels weird to me though.

Undertaker: You could just keep your first name?

Locke: I just have my first name, the middle one and last one were kind of made up on the spot..

Undertaker: *sighs* I don't suppose its that unique.. In Baldur's gate perhaps, but elsewhere..?

Locke: If it's not a risk to keep it.

Undertaker: Very well, but I'll add the extended name to the gravestone to make it more.. Realistic. Long names look official.

Locke: That was my exact same thought.

Undertaker: *scribbling it on parchment*

Locke: Loki Artorius Gaude, that's correct.. No.. You spelled my first name wrong.

Undertaker: ...Wait, it's not Lo-ki? Have I misheard it all the time..

Locke: Yes, its Loki. L-O-C-K-E

Undertaker:

Locke:

Undertaker: Boy.. You've been misspelling your own name for TEN YEARS.

Loki: WHAT. But-

Undertaker: *pulls a hand through his hair before pinching his nose* How.. Did you even come up with your name?

Loki: ..I was the lockpicker, so.. ''Lock'' ''Locki'' Low-key? Something like that. I thought it was cute.. And smart.

Undertaker: You were sixteen and you wanted your name to be cute and smart?

Loki: It was ten years ago.

Undertaker: Fair. Sigh.. *grumbles* Locke Artorius Gaude.. There. I'll have it carved soon.

Loki: *looks really embarrassed*

Undertaker: You're changing your name either way, just start spelling it differently, no one will bat an eye.

Loki: I'm fairly certain everyone in my life thought I spelled it L-O-K-I except for myself..

Undertaker: There's worse things to worry about.

Loki: Like what..?

Undertaker: Lice.

Loki: That's weirdly specific..

Undertaker: Get out. I'm working.

[tcshi]

helloo! can i request bachira as a boyfriend/dating bachira hcs!! thanku ♥️♥️

boyfriend!bachira always has a spare hair tie for you wrapped around his wrist. he sometimes uses it himself to tie his hair in a cute manly bun or he simply just leaves it there for the other people to see that he's happily taken.

boyfriend!bachira loves sharing his clothes with you. he loves seeing you walking around the apartment in nothing but his shirt or his hoodie. he finds the image of you in his clothing to be somewhat domesticㅡand simply another ploy if there are other people around to show them that you're his.

boyfriend!bachira loves burying his face on your stomach or chest. loves it especially if you're wearing one of his shirt that's a little bit loose on you. he'll pull the hem of the shirt up before straight up diving his face onto the hot skin of your bare chest. he’ll take this self-gratification even further when you're not wearing any bra on which often leads to more than just cuddling.

boyfriend!bachira who sends you a hefty, cheesy yet adorable text messages and voice mails in the morning so that you can start your day by listening and reading through them. he knows how much you love them so he spares some of his time in the early morning to send you a ton of sweet messages and voice mails that makes you smile.

boyfriend!bachira who rings your favorite local cafe, orders your usual and gets it sent through doordash so you don't have to wake up and prepare your breakfast. he asks the person in the line to leave you good morning notes as well, signing it off with his name. if he doesn't have anything in his schedule, he'll be the one to run over the cafe and order your stuff himself before greeting you with a ton of kisses on the bed after he gets back.

boyfriend!bachira who asks you to move in with him after a year and a half of dating, who already had everything planned out to a T during your six-month of dating because he really really likes waking up in the morning and the first thing he sees is you, or when he goes to bed in the evening and the last scene he remembers is you, cuddling his figure against the warmth of your own.

boyfriend!bachira who plays a lot more refined and smoothly when he sees you in the vip area with the other players’ family, sitting prettily and wearing his jersey.

boyfriend!bachira who dedicates every goals he makes in every game because you inspire him to be a better player in the pitch simply by just being there.

boyfriend!bachira who grins cheekily when he's asked about your relationship during game conferences and answers, “i’ve never been happier in my life than at this point where i am now,” which garners a lot of online talk about how the two of you are so perfect together.

boyfriend!bachira who proudly shows you off during red carpets, galas and parties, not only in the presence of the press and media but even in the people attending said events as well.

and lastly, boyfriend!bachira who’s already starting to plan out your engagement, writing it all in his journal and even asking your family for your hand in marriage beforehand. he secretly buys your engagement ring when your family finally said yes, now all there is left to do is to ask you.

a/n: hello nonnie >< i hope you liked this !! i’m having a little mental block right now and feeling a little sick so they're not as good as i would've wanted them to be but i still hope u like them wskjsks !! thank u sm for requesting !! have a great day/night ahead of you !! mwuah <33

also just wanted to come on here and say that i’m very very saddened bcs morocco lost ☹️ all i have now is argentina and i hope they bring home the win !!