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sneak out | jess mariano

PAIRING — jess mariano x fem!gilmore!reader SUMMARY — minutes into your mother’s dinner party, jess suggests you sneak out through your bedroom window - and you can’t help but agree WARNINGS — fluff, jess and reader being ‘troubled’ teens, a bit of angst, reader venting WORD COUNT — 2,322 NOTES — the idea of lorelai having a teen that was just like her is so appealing to me idk why - also would you believe me if i told you i listened to yung gravy while writing the majority of this fic

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You weren’t sure which was worse - the dinner your mother was hosting, or the idea that you now had to put up with a whole night of Luke’s strange nephew, whom you’d never met before.

Of course, you loved your family to pieces, and you loved Sookie and Jackson; hell, sometimes you looked at Luke as more of a father than you did your actual dad, but having everyone together for what you knew would be at least a three course meal, under one roof, with Luke’s mysterious nephew from New York, just felt draining.

So, to preserve what little social battery you had left for the day, you decided to spend the time between school and dinner in your room upstairs with a good book and a cd playing from the player that sat on your dresser at a low volume. You had to change the cd twice, first from one of your mothers Bangles cds to a Smiths one, but just as you were enjoying the beginning of David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust album (and nearly finishing up your book), did you hear the clanging of pots and pans from downstairs, as well as Sookie and Jackson’s lighthearted bickering.

You managed to bury yourself back into your book, one leg crossed loosely over the other outstretched one as you half-sat, half-laid on your bed, being mindful of your shoes so as to not get any dirt on your covers.

From downstairs, Jess was wandering around the Gilmore home as everyone else did whatever they were doing in the kitchen, internally monologuing and half-mocking their decor. He’d met Rory already, and she seemed like a nice enough girl. Enjoyed books. But he had yet to meet the third and final Gilmore girl, who so far had only been mentioned. However, as Jess scanned the various photographs on the mantle, he could hear the faint guitar of Suffragette City emanating from somewhere upstairs.

After peeking down the hallway to make sure no one was watching, Jess smirked and snuck up the stairs, into what was surely off-limits territory for someone like him. Still, he took the stairs two at a time and stealthily, managing to avoid all the places that would creak in a house like this one, despite never stepping foot inside beforehand. He followed the music down the hall, past some more paintings and pictures, to another bedroom. The door was open, and he was able to take a look inside. Posters covered most of the wall, leaving little space to show off the paint beneath them. Bookshelves occupied the wall right beside the door, and similarly to Rory’s room, they looked stuffed to the brim with books.

On the bed, facing him, was the person he assumed to be the final Gilmore girl - Rory’s twin sister. He watched intently, scanning every feature of your focused face as you scanned the final pages of the book you were reading. How your brow furrowed, eyes locked on the ink before you. The way the foot that hung off the edge of the bed was moving to the beat of the song.

Once Jess had decided that he’d been watching you long enough to constitute stalking, and how that was probably extremely creepy, he nudged the door open with a creak and stepped inside, clearing his throat and pulling his lips into a slight smirk. “Hey there, Ziggy.”

At first, you thought that your mother was finally calling you down to dinner, until you heard the unusually male - and entirely unfamiliar - voice come from the body in your doorway. Tucking a receipt into your book to mark your place, you glared over at the boy standing in your room with his hands behind his back, smugness rolling off of him in waves as he admired your room.

“You’re Jess, aren’t you.” Your flat tone seemed to amuse him.

“How nice, you already know my name. I’m flattered.”

You watched him as he walked around your room, over to the window where your desk was, trying to figure him out as he peeled back your curtains. “It’s impossible to not know someone’s name in this town, even someone who’s only been here for 28 hours.”

He chuckled. “Nice one, Ziggy. Now tell me, why aren’t you downstairs with the rest of the freakshow? I mean, they are your family, after all, aren’t they?”

You pretended to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. “Sorry to break it to you, Mariano, but I’ve been banned from the freakshow. Apparently having apathy toward any sort of Gilmore humour is forbidden, and they’ve locked me away forever.”

“Aw, so sorry to hear that.” Jess mocked, placing a hand over his heart with an exaggerated pout. “I can’t believe they shunned such a ray of sunshine.” He smirked at your rolled eyes. “No, really, you must be a real treat at parties.”

“Quit it, Mariano. Is there a reason you came up here or did you just want to cause enough trouble to get kicked out of our beloved Stars Hollow? Because if so, you came to the right girl.”

Jess’ brow quirked. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you heaved a dramatic sigh, slipping off your bed to walk over to Jess. “But it’s like… 9pm on a Wednesday. In Stars Hollow. Even if I wanted to cause trouble, and I don’t, because I did enough of that at school today, there’s nothing to do. Everyone’s asleep, and I’m pretty sure our 24-hour mini-mart closed like, half an hour ago.”

Now it was Jess’ turn to roll his eyes. “Your sister said that already. Is there seriously nothing to do here?”

“Nope.” You shrugged, just as a thought came to mind. “Well… there is one thing…” Jess’ eyebrows raised at the prospect of having something fun to do, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not anything revolutionary, you know.”

“Still, give me something, anything, to get us out of here, Ziggy. I’m begging you. I’m being suffocated by the stale air of suburban life.”

You nodded, tapping your fingers on your thigh. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you gotta do one thing for me.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything, I swear.”

“Stop calling me Ziggy.” You said. “It’s a stupid nickname, and although I admire the fact that you listen to David Bowie enough to come up with a nickname like that one, I hate it. Call me by my actual name.”

“Well I would, if I knew it.”

“My mother never told you my name?” You asked with a raised brow. “She never shuts up about me and Rory, I’m surprised you never caught it.”

“Apparently, I didn’t. It seems she likes talking about Rory more.” Jess shrugged. “At least, around me she does.” He barely caught the slight sag of your shoulders, the drop in your demeanour, before you picked it back up and smiled.

“Well, Jess. I’m Y/n. Y/n Gilmore.” After a pause, you looked around and snagged a sweater from the chair in the corner of your room. “Now, if you’ll follow me, let’s go have as much fun as we’re able to in Stars Hollow at night.”

Jess waited impatiently behind you as you unlatched the window by your desk and pushed it up, slipping through and holding it open for him. As he clamoured out, you grabbed the rock underneath the window and placed it on the windowsill, lowering the window so you’d still be able to get back in later.

You could still hear the tail end of the album playing as Jess looked around.

“How are we supposed to get down?”

“The trellis, obviously.” You said, carefully making your way across the porch’s roof to the trellis right next to the kitchen window. “Just don’t make much noise, this thing is right next to the kitchen’s window and if we get caught we’re screwed. Follow my lead, and run when you hit the ground, got it?”

“Got it.”

Scaling down the trellis was basically second nature to you, but you made sure to look up every once in a while to make sure Jess was doing okay. He seemed to be, which comforted you somehow. You waited at the bottom for him, making sure to stay out of view of the window to the kitchen and the edge of the porch, which were on either side of the trellis, and could possibly get both you and Jess grounded.

When he landed, he looked at you, and a dish clattered in the kitchen. You both snapped to the window, then back to each other. On instinct, you took his hand and ran toward the woods.

“Where the hell are we going?!” Jess whisper-shouted.

“Relax!” You whisper-shouted back, slowing to a stop as soon as you were hidden in the tree line. “We’re not going into the woods, dumbass. What do you think would’ve happened if we waltzed out in the open in front of the living room window?”

Jess only sighed and nodded, letting go of your hand. He let you lead him through the trees, keeping the light of the house close to you, walking around the garage and past all the cars, waiting until Babette’s house was out of sight until you stepped back onto the road.

The walk was calm and quiet, crickets and the breeze occupying you instead of chatter. After a while, when you were beginning to reach the town centre, Jess spoke up. “So, what now?”

You shrugged. “Not sure. Usually I head to the lake, bring a book, or a cd player and some headphones. I don’t normally bring people with me, you know?”

Jess nodded, lips slightly pursed. The walk continued through the town, passing by shop after shop, all of them closed for the night. You had to admit, you weren’t used to taking walks like these, out in the open. Normally you’d find whichever path kept you out of the possible sight of the townspeople, a habit you developed after Taylor snitched on you to your mother after he caught you walking to the lake by the Inn when you were 12. Still, it was nice, and even if you were caught, you somehow didn’t seem to mind it.

As the buildings were fading again and you knew you were approaching the lake, you checked your watch. 9:27pm. You sighed, and Jess looked at you. Dropping your arm, you shook your head. “Almost 9:30. They definitely have to know something’s up at home. Probably sending out a search party by now.” You told him, before shrugging. “Or, you know, miraculously, they forgot we existed and are eating Sookie’s delicious no-allergen, fourteen course meal as we speak.”

Jess scoffed. “Yeah, right. Luke might not care that much, but Lorelai? She seems like the world’s most protective parent.”

“She is.” You confirmed, sitting on your usual bench, eyes following Jess as he sat next to you. “Trust me, I love her to death, but it gets annoying sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, at least you have a protective mom.” Jess’ hands gripped the edge of the bench, his body hunched forward, making him look small, ready to run at a moment’s notice. “Mine decided I wasn’t worth the effort. Shipped me off to this… circus show without so much as a ‘sayonara, kid.’ You’re lucky.”

You frowned. Everyone knew within the hour of him arriving in Stars Hollow that Jess was a troubled kid, but even troubled kids deserved parents that cared. He was right, though, you were lucky. It just didn’t feel like it.

“I know I’m lucky, Jess, but it’s not all rainbows for me, you know.”

“Oh yeah? How?” He scoffed. “You have the perfect life, Y/n. A mom that cares, a great twin sister - hell, even Luke sings your praises.”

“Luke sings?”

Jess rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s not like that all the time, Jess.” You sighed. “My ‘great’ twin sister is, apparently, so great that she has all eyes on her at all times. My grandparents are always so proud of her for being so smart and planning this amazing, expensive, studious future - they’re planning on funding it, too, from the sounds of things. I just want to live, you know?” You kicked a rock with your shoe, avoiding Jess’ concerned gaze.

“And my mother seems more concerned about her wellbeing than mine, closer to her than to me. But somehow she wonders why I’m the troubled one. I mean, I act out, I barely go to that stupid prep school because it’s so suffocating, and I got an eyebrow piercing without permission instead of taking a calculus test last month, which I’m just getting out of that punishment. Everyone’s so focused on Rory and how seemingly great she is, I don’t even remember the last time I was appreciated for anything. And don’t even get me started on my dad.”

“Sounds like these freaks don’t know a good person when they see one.” Jess told you. “You seem chill. Adventurous, too. But just because you aren’t appreciated doesn’t mean you aren’t good enough.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You too, Jess.” The world quieted around you for a moment, stars shining off the rippling waters of the lake. “But we don’t need to be good enough for them. Just good enough for us.”

He smiled, nodding once at you. Again, you appreciated the silence with him, watching the water or the sky. It wouldn’t be long until Luke and your mother found you both, you with your head on his shoulder and one knee bent to your chest, laughing quietly at a joke he told as you continued to get to know one another. But that was later. For now, you simply sat and watched the water, wishing the moment could last for the rest of your lives.

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I need a way out | Joel Miller x reader

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Joel Miller 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Slight E4 spoilers! Splinters, kidnapping

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You are tired, hurt and lost in Kansas City after rummaging the suburbs, getting kidnapped and escaping. You meet Joel and Ellie

𝐖𝐂: 1,4k

𝐀𝐍: There will be another part! If there is enough animo, I might make a series out of this :) I haven't written for Joel before, and even though Joel isn't seen much in this part; I have many ideas! Also, warning: this chapter is not proof read, I wrote this and wanted to upload it as soon as I could :p

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"Ouch." You hissed while flapping your left hand in the air as a reaction of plucking out a big piece of splinter from the palm of your hand. "That fucking stings."

Your right hand grabbed your bag in search of the flashlight you had packed in the side pocket. With a click came a flash of light and you placed the end of the flashlight in your mouth. You picked up the tweezers from the dirty floor and tried to pick out the remains of the splinter out your hand. With some cursing and grunting, you got all the splinters out. You had no time, or even the recourses to clean your hand the normal way before beginning, so all you did was splash over a little bit of the vodka you kept in your flask over your hand. You grabbed the bandages and before wrapping your hand you remembered you put down the tweezers on a dirty floor, so you had to desinfect your hand again. "There goes my fuel." You mumbled and poured down every last drop of your beloved drink on your hand.

After you had wrapped your hand and put everything back in the spot things belonged; the tweezers in your toiletbag filled with medical supplies, your flashlight in the sidepocket of your backpack and the flask was the only thing placed in a spot where it wasn't before; the front pocket of your bag instead of your jacket.

Your feet hurt, you were hungry and you felt drained. But you had to climb on these stairs, to the roof so you can scout for a way out of this damned city named Kansas. You have no clue how you ended up here in the first place, it was a day filled with chaos.

This morning you left your camp with a handful others, to go scouting in the suburbs for food and more medical supplies. When you got there, you all paired up with a partner and got supplied a list of houses that needed to be searched. You scoffed and cringed internally when Marshall teamed you up with Chase. Of course you would be teamed up with him, Chase did everything in his power to get you on this date he has been nagging you about for months. It did not surprise you he actually bribed Marshall to be teamed up with you.

"I hope you liked the flowers." He said while you were rummaging through some drawers of a kitchen. It was a nice kitchen actually, it had a lot of space; a long counter with a sink, microwave and coffeemaker; behind you was the kitchen island with a six gaspit stove and an oven; and of course, a lot of storage space with adorable cupboards above the counter. A lot of room to make multiple things at once, maybe a cake while cooking dinner even. You could see yourself use a kitchen like this, living in a house like this.

"Oy!" The nagging voice of Chase disturbed your thoughts and you looked up to him, confused. "Hm?"

"I said, I hope you liked the flowers, I know they are your favourite." "Oh! Uh- yeah, I did! They were lovely." You sighed back, not wanting to make a fuss about the fact that you actually gave them rightaway to mrs. Gallagher. They were beautiful, that was true. But what wasn't true was the fact that you liked roses, especially in the form of romance; you adored dandelions much more in general.

When he was about to open his mouth, the high pitched noice of trucks stopping abrupetley sounded through the neighbourhood. You ducked and crawled to the window, peeking open the curtain just a little bit to see what was going on. There were people armed with heavy machinery jumping off those trucks, kicking in doors and dragging people out. The same people you got here with. The sound of guns shooting and men screaming made you bolt for the backdoor. "Wait for me!" Chase yelled. He ran after you, into the line of trees.

"Fucking hell." Panted Chase, "Where did those guys come from?" You made a sussing noice, gesturing for him to get low to the ground. "Get low!" You yelled in a whisper.

"No way man! We need to get out of here." He yelled in a whisper back and continued his way further into the tree lines. "It'll get you killed!" You said back, too focused on him. It made you miss the gigantic dude walking up to you, now clicking the safety pannel on his gun pointed at your head.

"Stop walking or I'll shoot her brains out." The voice sounded heavy with a hint of a sore throat. You hope the bastard choked on a mouthfull of glass while raising your hands in the air. His mates followed along and grabbed you by the wrists before dragging you along to their trucks. Marshall already sat, by the rest of the group and he looked apologetic. You better hoped for that son of a bitch he also was sorry for teaming you up with Chase, because without him and his yapping ass you wouldn't be in this place.

They tied up ropes around your wrist before you could leave the truck and by your guesses, the rookie got assigned your wrists, because one swift motion and you would be out of them. That would get in handy later.

A couple minutes later, your group stood in front of the opening of a tall building, guards surrounding you. The building said something with FEDRA. The leader of their group was making big talk, you got bored quick. You got too focused on looking for ways out, you missed the part where one of your teammates spoke up. He was practically yelling and you couldn't make out his words, but by how everyone reacted on the enemy front and your own team; it'd probably end up in a fight. Just to be sure you took a step back, putting a bit of tension on the ropes. The moment one person gave the other a fist on the face, all hell broke loose. Everyone was too focused on the fight, you saw your chance to pry your hands out the rope and run for your life.

Just when you was about to turn a corner, you heard a male shouting: "We have a runner!". You knew this was going to be a long night, so you kept on running. Eventually you reached a dead end, standing between two tall buildings and a wooden fence. You knew going back was no option and certainly staying was no option either, so you did what seemed most logical and that was jump over the wooden fence. And holy fuck, that left your hand hurting a lot.

A quick scan of the area, you saw a door half-way open and you hoped by all the gods ever known to human kind, the door to the roof was open. Funnily enough, the door clicked close behind you so the enermy had less reason to search this building, they were probably dumb enough to think you took one of the alleyways.

So that's how you got here, okay so you lied a bit in the beginning; you knew how you got here in theory, but how will you find your way back to the camp?

Just a couple stories left to go, you can do this. With every breath you had, you almost reached the top of the staircase when you heard the giggling of a girl. "This is so goddamn stupid." The voice of a man sounded. "You laughed motherfucker." The girl said, which made you snicker in yourself. "I didn't laugh." The girl was out of breath from giggling you heard in the way she sounded when she said "Yes you did." With your hands raised up high, since you had no weapons because you lost them to the people from the trucks took them from you, you took some steps on the stair.

"Jesus, I'm losing it." Just a couple more steps, what were you gonna say? "You're losing it big time." The chuckles of both the girl and the male sounded through your head. You were now walking to the door with the broken window. They hadn't seen you, yet.

"Excuse me?" Your voice soft, yet drained of energy. The male grabbed his shotgun, pointed it at your head and the girl behind him, also with a gun pointed at you.

"Who are you?" The male asked, softly removing the safety with the sound of a click.

"I come in peace. Please don't shoot me. I just need a way out."

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Finding Each Other-Chapter 6

Fandom: Superman, Batman, Shazam, and Wonder Woman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Billy Batson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Zor El, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Lex Luthor, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent

Summary: Clark Kent always knew he wanted a family. He just always thought it would be traditional like his parents. Little did he know that destiny had something different in store for him.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Whenever Clark needed to clear his head, he did one of two things. He either flew or find a crime to stop. Both allowed him to clear his mind and focus on the task at hand instead of what was consuming him at the moment: Bruce. He was able to bury his thoughts on telling Bruce about the baby (since he doesn’t know if there is a baby or not yet). However, he had begun to worry about his upcoming date with Bruce. He didn’t know what Bruce’s income was, but he knew that he had to be making millions to afford the mansion he lived in. 

How can you impress a man who seems to have everything?

As Clark flew around Metropolis in his Superman costume, he came across a foe to keep his mind from spiraling: Livewire. She had an edge over most of his other rogues. She was made of pure electricity which made fighting her in hand-to-hand combat very difficult. After fighting with her for about an hour, he was finally able to subdue her by opening up a fire hydrant and spraying water at her. As he tied her up and was about to fly away with her, he looked around and felt the color from his face drain. 

Dammit, I didn’t realize that in pursuing her that we entered Gotham. Bats is touchy about metas being here without his permission. 

Clark sighed. He didn’t want a confrontation with the man. He suddenly heard police sirens coming his way. He decided to leave Livewire tied up by a pole for the Gotham police to take care of her and then flew up out of sight to the roof of the nearest building so he could watch to make sure the police were able to transfer her safely. 

After he landed on the roof and situated himself, he heard someone say excitedly, “Hey Superman!”

He quickly looked behind him and up to see that Robin was waving at him from a platform on the roof. Clark kept a passive face, but internally, he was trying to control his breathing. 

Kid nearly scared the crap out of me. I didn’t sense him at all.

Robin smiled and did a double backflip from the platform. 

Clark smiled. 

The kid is definitely impressive and has tons of skills. 

Robin beamed at Clark and exclaimed, “It is awesome to see you hear. Are you here to work a case?” Robin started bouncing up and down and asked excitedly, “If so, can we work with you?”

Clark chuckled at Robin’s enthusiasm and said, “Maybe some other time. I just caught Livewire.” Clark looked down to the street where he had left Livewire and saw that the police were putting her in custody. Clark breathed a sigh of relief and said, “It looks like the police are transferring her now so I will be going soon.”

Robin pouted and said, “No fair. I always wanted to work together.”

Clark chuckled as he ruffled Robin’s hair which caused him to laugh.

“Maybe another time sport. Besides, I am still not too sure how keen your boss is about working together.”

Suddenly, a lower gravel voice said, “You could also ask instead of staying in suspense.”

Clark nearly had to hold back a yelp. He gradually turned around to see Batman staring at him. 

What is it with these two and stealth? They can give a person a heart attack on how silently they move.

Clark forced a smile on his face even though he was internally worried that two people had gotten past his spatial awareness. 

“I hope that I am not stepping on any toes. I know your no metas rule, but the battle against one of my rogues led me here. Now that the police have them, I was just about to leave.”

Batman nearly smirked but quickly changed his face back to passive. Clark frowned at the quick subtlety.

Does he find me being here funny?”

Batman stared at Clark for a moment and then asked, “Do you know why I have the no meta rule?”

Clark looked at him hesitantly for a moment and said, “No.”

Batman moved a little closer to Clark and said, “I love Gotham with every fiber of my being, but it is one of the most corrupt places in the United States. Do you know how corruption instilled itself here?”

Clark shook his head. 

Batman took another step forward and said, “Power. People use power to not only abuse others but force them to bend to their will. It is bad enough when ordinary people do this, but if metas got involved and used their powers in the situation…it can lead to chaos.”

Superman frowned and said, “I get what you mean. However, not all metas are like that. Some like me just want to help people and make a difference in society.”

Batman stared at him for a moment and said, “I know that there are good metas out there, but sometimes power has a way of sinking its teeth in even the most noble of people and bringing out their inner monster.”

Clark raised an eyebrow and asked, “Isn’t that being a little cynical?”

Batman took another step forward to where they were within inches of each other. As much as Clark wanted to flinch, he kept his ground. 

Batman stared at Clark a moment before sighing and said, “The former district attorney, Harvey Dent, used to be the White Knight Gotham not only needed but craved. He was hard on organized crime, and had started to make a dent in the city, but then….” Batman’s face grew solemn for a couple of seconds. He shook his head and schooled his face back to passive and said, “Then he changed to a person that I don’t recognize anymore. It is disheartening, to say the least.”

Clark stared at him baffled. He had never seen Batman display any emotion beyond anger and discontentment. He also focused on the words, “…changed to a person that I don’t recognize anymore.”

I wonder if he knew Harvey Dent personally. If he did, that had to be traumatizing to see someone you care for become something so unrecognizable. 

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[strangelittlestories]

A casino. Flashing neon and jingling cred-coins. Desperation with the edges shined up bright enough to blind. Bright enough to cut.

A target. International man of something or other. Eye-patch. Tux. Bodyguard - loyal, silent and beautiful. Cleaning up at the poker table. The whole night yards.

There are two players soon to enter, though neither are yet aware of the other. They will be.

They are both chameleons in their way. They have a lot in common. If they met outside of a job, they'd probably kill each other.

At the entrance, our first player makes his move. His eyes are wide and sparkling. His lips are soft, but his suit is sharp. He's lost his invite, he says. How silly of him, he says. It's just been such *a lot* ever since the funeral... He is vulnerable and stunning. Even if his mark didn't believe him, she'd have let him in anyway. But she does believe him. They always do. She escorts him in on her arm.

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On the roof, our second player enters. She too has a plan ... She shoots a security guard with a tranq gun.

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Minutes later…

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The first player is eating caviar and drinking too much champagne. He'll make himself ill if he isn't careful. His host is happy to treat him.

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The guard on the roof has already been missed. His partner has lost visual. He hasn't checked in.

Wait, there he is. Facial recognition confirms it. His voice over the comm is cocky as ever. His partner despairs about him sometimes.

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Our first player has definitely had too much champagne now. He makes his woozy excuses, his breath a mess of rich decay.

He keeps staggering even once out of sight. “Sorry, I'm super drunk” is always a good excuse for being somewhere you're not supposed to.

The target's room is guarded. Regular sweeps. They look like hotel guests or staff. Their eyes give them away. Too alert. That and the bulge of their sidearms.

He collapses into their arms. His bleary eyes lock onto the security woman's own deep blues.

“You're so *strong*.” He says, a livewire of intensity in her arms.

She barely hesitates to reach for her gun.

Barely is enough.

He stashes her in a linen cupboard, taking care to put a towel beneath her head.

The target's room contains fifty thousand euros (fingerprint locked), three passport chips and a suspicious tube of lipstick. No data-stick. Must be on the target. Of course it would.

He catches a glimpse of casino security in the mirror and his search is cut short. He exits through a window.

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Our second player has much more time to search the room.

She worked the rest of the guard's shift (she'd hung him from the roof by his ankle - he would have a story when he woke up).

Now she had free run of the hotel.

She gave a little space to enjoy the room and start to get a sense of the target's habits.

A person was little more than their routines and their DNA. And she could learn both.

She pocketed the euros - fingerprints were no object. 

She threw the passports down the drain. No escape.

She smiled when she found the lipstick and applied a coat.

She felt for the target’s patterns. She smiled. Turned on the hot water. The steam washed over her like a second skin. She turned it off. She read the message on the mirror. She smiled again.

She stripped off the security gear and scrubbed off the contours that held the guard's face over her own.

She throws on a pink wig. Fastened into place, it cascades down her body and she's left in a stunning, shimmering gown.

She looks in the mirror again.

She feels most like herself when she looks like a stranger.

[marvelgaynesstothemax]

Ok, but I can’t even express the giddy feeling that surges through me whenever I think about this:

Just imagine… During season 3 of Daredevil, Frank is passing through Hell’s Kitchen and comes across Pointdexter pretending to be Daredevil and killing civilians. He immediately knows that it isn’t his Red based completely on the way he’s moving. Frank meets him on a roof, catching him by surprise when Pointdexter has literally nothing to throw (he analyzed his fighting technique) and catches him totally off guard.

But Pointdexter plays it cool and does a similar spiel to what he said to Karen, something like: “Hey Punisher, long time no see.” since he did his research on who Matt had come across in his time as Daredevil.

But since he’s so cocky he didn’t really read into who Frank was, just knew that Matt came across him during his time as Daredevil. And you just know Frank is internally pissed, just staring at this man with a stone cold expression on his face because like “No way this bitch is serious rn, this guy acts literally nothing like Red...”

They fight of course.

Frank still has the weight advantage though because Pointdexter has a similar build to Matt, easily pinning him to: Surprise! surprise! The chimney he chained Matt to during season 2!

Frank has said nothing throughout the entire fight up until this point.

So, Leaning in and whispering in that deep, dark, gravelly hiss of his Frank just goes “You ain’t him, who the fuck are you?” And the color drains from Pointdexter face because he suddenly realizes not only does Frank know he isn’t Matt, but he has the power to actually do something about it…

When Frank asks him who put him up to this, he refrains from telling, but being the intelligent person he is, Frank quickly pieces together that it must be Fisk.

When Frank draws this conclusion, he grins this feral looking grin and scoffs out a hysterical sounding huff of a laugh that sends chills down Pointdexter’s spine, coming nearly nose to nose with the copycat and saying in an even more dangerous sounding tone: “You tell Fisk… I’m making good on our promise.” All with the scary ass grin on his face, like he looks actually insane with how much his face contrasts with his tone.

You know exactly which promise I’m talking about.

When Fisk finds out that Pointdexter got The Punisher on his tail, well… You can imagine the fear driven temper tantrum that soon followed.

[hoodiehydra]

A Sea Of Tears

Kinda back in the writing game so...

Saw this from @jinxic a little while ago

Characters: Agoti (and mention of others but they're not there)

Prompt: Agoti has a panic attack in the middle of an ocean

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Water.

The rushing of water was all Agoti could hear, and usually he would pretend it wasn’t there, taking it as white noise, pretty much ignoring it. He stared at the white walls of the boat, no, fancy cruise, hating every second of it. This wasn’t gonna be the sequel of the Titanic or anything, fuck no. He hated water, he couldn’t even go in water. He could short-circuit and die. 

Why was he even here? Usually, he also had his family, but they weren’t here. The Dearests had successfully convinced him that going on a cruise for autographs to his fans would be brilliant for his career, even though he hated it. Yes, he did mention that he literally couldn’t be in water, even if he wanted to, but they persisted in making him board the boat by bribing him. How much, exactly? Twenty thousand dollars. It was a chunk of money, and it was all too tempting for Agoti to resist. Besides, the cruise was only for a day, he would survive, right?

That’s what he thought, but Solazar was adamant on letting him go. Every single way Agoti tried to convince Solazar to let him go, his manager/ father would only disagree. It wasn’t safe for the digidevil, and everyone knew that. Even the Dearests. 

They didn’t care, however, and only continued to push Agoti to go on with this, which he blindly followed. This was one of his dumbest ideas yet, but you couldn’t blame him. He couldn’t understand the riskiness of the situation.

This only brings us back to his current situation, which was him, curled up in his small little cabin. The Dearests didn’t bother giving him anything much, despite there being a few VIP rooms available. Agoti had the perfect view of the sea, which he hated so much.

Black tears streamed down his face as he sobbed into the mattress, clawing at the sheets and making strangled sounds, hissing occasionally like a cat. He was squeezing his eyes closed, breathing unsteady and deep. With shaking fingers and trembling thighs, he forced himself to get up, breaths shallow and quick. Standing weakly, his eyes were now a slight grey, stained from black tears, lips quaking, teeth gritted and tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth, throat tingling and numb. Small whimpers could be heard from him, and his fists clenched even tighter.

With blurry eyes, he forced himself out of the cabin to sign the napkins, notebooks and hands of his obsessed fans, grimacing internally but forcing a smile the whole time. He adored his fans, he really did, but he didn’t have the energy or bravery to do this today. 

“Could you sign my notebook?”

“Sign my arm! No, my back!”

“Mr Andromeda, do you have any words for your fans?

“I love your music, please sign this book for me, please?”

Demands and praises surrounded him, and he could feel his energy drain away at every single one he was forced to comply and acknowledge. Had he known better, he would have rejected this deal instantly. Each painful second had him feeling more impatient for this to end, but the long queue of fans made him feel like giving up. It felt like headache after headache, and his thoughts were getting fuzzy and he felt so faint. Legs shaking and pen wobbling in his grasp, he finally signed the last autograph for a fan of his. 

“Thanks for the support!” He flashed them the most dazzling grin he could manage, one that didn’t quite match the lack of energy in his eyes. Lack of energy didn’t even describe it. It was like…

You know, the feeling where you want to scream and cry your lungs out and throw every single object you see because all you know in that moment is pure fear and frustration, without an escape or any comfort and no way to distract yourself from it because the feeling looms over you like a shadow in the sunset, so tall and long, and the only way to escape is to wait for the dark to fully consume you to blind you from it temporarily, but the dark’s equally terrifying as the shadow is, if not worse, and dawn feels like such a long time before it happens and you’re just so impatient for it you, feel like you’re going insane and you want to rip your throat out just to fight the pain with more pain-

And you spiral.

But you can’t because there’s people that look up to you, that you have to be a role model for, that you have to impress, that you have to obey, and you have no other choice but to compress it and pretend that there’s no such thing as outbursts, like there’s no such thing as a limit because you’re trapped and taped down to the ground and it’s such a struggle because that tape is you, and you’re holding yourself in a vice-grip and you can’t stop it, because it’s you. It’s you and you can’t stop yourself because how would that even happen, and you can’t do anything but deal with it as it slowly drowns you, the overwhelming pressure and the feeling that no one that genuinely cares about you to help.

It swallows you up, feels suffocating, even. But what could he even do? He’s practically helpless, and he couldn’t swim away, no matter how much he wanted to. First of all, the distance was too far from shore, and another thing; he can’t swim. He’d die in the water before he could even start paddling to shore. Electrified in the water, doomed before the waves could even push him to shore. He had no idea where “shore” was, and god, he could see the news headlines then. In big, bold letters, just 7 words plastered on the top of the papers: DIGIDEVIL CELEBRITY, DEAD AND WASHED ON SHORE.

The talk of the city it would be, but he would have been crazy to let that happen. Fuck, and what would his family think? They’d be so angry and disappointed, upset and distraught beyond imagination. What would that mean for his reputation, too? 

He paused, taking a deep breath, then another, until he was huffing and puffing and felt even more out of breath than earlier. He was breathing, but he wasn’t actually breathing. Just gasping for air. Take in air, heave out air. Air in, air out. Keep breathing.

His vision was blurry, and he couldn’t focus on anything more and he felt small zaps of electricity zip around his body, which hurt more than it usually did, as black, greasy tears rolled down his face. Shaking and shivering and panting, he didn’t expect this from a luxury cruise.

“Dad…?” Agoti pitifully whimpered out, his voice cracking slightly from how dry it felt, and how wet his face was. 

Silence.

Right, he was all alone. 

All alone.

All alone, until dawn arrived.

Until then, he’d just continue to fumble in the dark with that faint flashlight called “hope” in his hands to keep him company.

[t0kidal]

Baby Babiru?

(Independent one shot of other works, you're just another normal student, this is the first time you're meeting the big three (chaos trio, the dog, the cat, and the bird) of Babyls, inspired by Gakugen Babysitters.

btw, apparently the honorific 'kun' can be used strictly for young males but females can be called 'kun' as well by their 'superiors')

Here in the netherworld, life was precious. But very rarely did demons come together to reaffirm that, preferring the phrase “to each their own” as a principle.

As an effort to change that, for the sake of his grandson no doubt, the principal forcefully recruited some of the strongest students.

And you were there too, I guess.

Ok, you just needed some extra pocket money, living independently is hard and a little bit of income for a slightly larger lunch would be amazing.

But what exactly were you recruited for? You'll find out soon enough.

"006... 006... Ah, here we go."

Living alone wasn't too bad, at least your folks set you up with a roof over your head and a plot of poorly managed land (you couldn't help being at school almost the whole day). Now that you've sort of got the hang of it, you can afford to get a part time job!

Yay...

As you open the room door to 006, you see the top dog of Babyls, who you know goes by Opera.

The real question is though, Why do they have a kid?

Your gawking is put to an end when they clear their throat.

"Ah, you must be the other Kouhai. Welcome."

"Other...? I'm sorry, I'm not really sure what's going on..?"

That blue baby is just so stinking cute!

Would it be too much to just... squish his cheeks... just a bit?

"Sullivan-sama hired you for a project of his, in order to change demon society we, as well as fulfill a crucial desire."

'Oh no we're gonna be his gophers aren't we this is gonna suck so mu-'

"Having his grandson close to work."

"... huh?"

With that he releases a rope and a banner unfurls in your face.

'BABYLS' BABY DAYCARE.'

"Oh..."

'OH NOOOOO'

Demon children, extremely young ones to boot, were hellish creatures.

How did they expect you to survive!?

As if sensing your internal panic..

"Not to worry, uh..."

"Y/n..."

"Not to worry, Y/n-kun. My underlings will be joining us on this task."

'Underlings!?'

Just as you thought that, a voice behind you rings out.

"Ghg... Opera-Senpai!?"

You turn, startled, and find yourself almost nose to nose with Naberius Kalego, the guard dog of Babyls.

Your face goes pale and you step back into the daycare room.

"S-sorry!"

"Tch."

By his side was an avian demon, a little on the short side but you instantly recognize him from the rumors as the insanely strong human fanatic.

He seemed normal enough though...?

He eyes glance at you in acknowledgment before returning to read the banner overhead.

"Senpai... Are we... babysitters?"

"For the time being, Shichiro-kun, Yes."

It's silent... nothing but your internal screaming, and the chair demon's grandson's giggles could be heard.

"That damn chair demon..."

"Kalego-kun."

The temperature easily dropped ten degrees, as a terrifying look crosses Opera's face. Without looking, he hands off the blue child to you, disregarding the surprise on your face and the curious coo of said child, as he approaches Kalego.

"Need I remind you of what'll happen if you don't comply like a good dog?"

"Ghg... F-fine... Whatever."

Shichiro, noticing your confusion, steps closer and clarifies.

"Opera-senpai threatened to shadow Kalego-kun."

"Hmm?" That... you had to say it, "that doesn't seem so bad...?"

But as you listen to Shichiro explain you realize, oh... yeah... having waves of delinquent demons pester you every ten minutes has got to be the most draining thing you've ever heard. You could only look at the man in question sympathetically before your attention is snatched by a small coo.

".. Hello, little... uh.."

"Iruma" called Opera as he dragged Kalego away.

"Uh- Um, Ok, Hello Iruma, let's ignore that for now... I guess we'll be working together for a bit. Please take care of us." And then you shake his little hand all business like, marveling at how soft it is.

You gotta tell everyone, starting with 'Shichiro'.

"Uh... Shichiro... kun... huh. Nice name." Today isn't such a bad day, you heard a nice sounding name, shook hands with an adorable baby.

"Yes, That's me?"

"Ah Sorry! I just... well," It'd be weird to say you're amazed at how soft Iruma's hands are... right? "It's nice to meet you." You settle on that for now.

"Good to meet you too Y/n...?"

"Ah, you can just call me, Y/n. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable?"

"N-no... Not at all."

Shichiro couldn't help but smile behind his mask, you weren't too loud and you were polite. That's a win win.

Eventually, you all settle down in a little circle, Opera provided aprons for all of you to wear and you're now entertaining Iruma.

"I would've thought more parents would send their kids here..." You muse. "If only to try and connect with the Principal."

"Hmph, most noble children are tutored till they reach the age their clans see fit to send them to school." Responded Kalego. "I myself spent a great amount of time preparing myself for my future."

"I suppose..." You didn't really want to say anything else, while Shichiro was quite friendly, and Opera was... well meaning, Kalego was still a prickly sort you didn't want to cross.

And an awkward silence fell over the circle. You... against your better judgement, decide to break it.

"Opera-senpai, what class are you in?"

"Me? I'm in class 2-B on the issue of attendance."

Shichiro leans over to whisper to you, "It's cause he keeps leaving class to beat up the gangs that loiter in the halls."

"O-oh... is that so? I'm in... 1-C, it's not so bad there but it's a little..."

Iffy, you were going to say iffy because lots of your classmates, remember that Babyls is a mess during this time, liked to misbehave.

"Tsk. Shichiro and I are in class 1-A. But to be honest it's full of delinquents just like the rest of the school."

"'Tis a shame" agreed Opera.

"Don't give me that, you're literally one of them."

From how much he gets bullied by Opera... you don't blame him for that statement.

[guideoftime]

▴ — @puxrlunae | cont.

   Magical exhaustion is one of the worst feelings Sheik ever gets. His magical levels aren’t pathetic either, they take a lot for him to reach that level that he’s scraping at the bottom of his reserves. And the Goddess Harp tends to support him rather than drain him as quickly as using his magic straight out without a conduit. It’s why he can fight for as long and hard as he can with the harp without reaching the breaking point. Yet, with the fight before, pulling the Triforce magic from Amaron and then sealing Bongo Bongo–Sheik had used every single bit of his magic in his body until it was burning him from the inside. 

   His body was sore both internally and outwardly as he finally felt himself start to stir. He wasn’t outside anymore, he realized that quickly because the ground wasn't beneath him. Sheik’s blinked his eyes open slightly and he blinked at the roof of their home–he’s in their bed. A breath is pulled in quickly and he pushes himself up slowly, the tremble to his body visible in the shaking of his hands. 

   Magical exhaustion lingers and drinking a potion to replenish it makes him sick. 

   The fact he’s in their bed though–that means Kakariko was safe now, right? He pushed the blanket back off of him and turned to the side, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and sliding down to his feet. He has to catch himself on the nightstand as his body detests the idea of moving, his unbraided hair tumbling over his shoulder. He was in Amaron’s tunic too, the newer dark green one he made. There were ocarinas and harps stitched into the hem. He blinks at the tunic before picking his head up at the sound of the door clicking open. 

   Seeing his husband is such a relief that Sheik’s breath leaves him quickly and in a rush. His body moves a bit toward him, wanting to reach for him, but the hesitation keeps him freezing in place as he continues to grip the nightstand for balance. Amaron hadn’t changed, he was still in that same blue tunic he had been wearing when he rushed outside. Sheik can see the rips in it, the blood that stained it darkly. They were burning that one, he would make him a new one when things were okay. 

   “Amaron–” 

   Was he okay? Was he hurt? Did–doing what Sheik did ruin everything? Did it hurt him? He hadn’t even considered that, that forcing the power from him would hurt. Sheik’s only consideration was that it would give him the edge he needed to save their lives. Any other factor wasn’t even a fleeting thought.

   “I–” he tenses, his heart is in his throat and Sheik drops his gaze away. “I’m sorry.” 

[manyblinkinglights]

We are gonna carpet the front room (it’s on slab so it needs many layers of underlayment so your feet definitely won’t hurt from standing on it like they do now), carpet the bedrooms, and then get our stuff shipped. And piled in the front room. Hopefully it can be tarped for eventual painting all in a big mound like that. THEN everything else can take as long to get lined up as it likes (remove broken interior fireplace, push that wall back to make a bookcase nook bcs this house has bizarre internal voids the plans don’t match & why not use the space, install the flooring after so it doesn’t have to be patched). (Remodel of kitchen because it is 70yo and has cartoon suicide wiring).

Other stuff is outside stuff. Sewer lateral line replacement, French drain lapped around the house before it floats any further away (not a joke), replace old original copper pipes as they are reaching end-of-life, adjust gate for side parking, solar, hvac, move washer and dryer to other side of garage, refurbish garage, new ondemand wallmounted water heater on exterior wall instead of the buckwild badly installed one precariously looming there currently commanding a great deal of space like a tipsy lukewarm trainwreck. Remodel the two bathrooms bcs of extensive water damage and the bathtub that fiberglassed my butt. …I guess that’s an inside thing but it doesn’t have anything to do with anything else and can happen whenever.

Handyman will fix all the doors that don’t open and the nice sliding door’s wheels (unmaintained to the point of nigh unusability). I think the roof is also due for reshingling, would happen along with solar and hvac (currently have roofmounted unit).

House is lovely otherwise. I will need to get, a real job, wow. Since I will only be earning money until August. And mom likely can’t do ALL of this.

I want a quieter fucking bathroom exhaust fan. WHY are they so noisy.

[trshltna-blog]

How Malaysians coped under the pandemic- and public health 😷

P/S : I'm typing this out from my point of view as I experienced the pandemic as an 18 year old who just graduated from high school so basically I was not studying that time, and would play PUBG with friends I barely talk to now until 3a.m. Hopefully I'll still be as insightful.

When Covid-19 hit drastically in Malaysia in 2020, the whole nation went under lockdown which meant people couldn't physically interact with other people who didn't live under the same roof. From here, you can clearly tell how social media fits in this week's post. Call me an optimist but I'm glad to have gone through such a time with social media existing, in the 2nd decade of the 21st Century. I clearly remember a week turning into 3 weeks, to a month, to just 3 whole months of lockdown with no simple way out.

Over the past 2 years, social media has helped a lot in spreading information about the virus which clearly effected the public health. Alongside that, the pandemic effected other concerns too which included people losing their jobs, economic crisis, people's mental health and also the lack of food for households. With social media, it felt as if we weren't totally alone, although most days felt really draining and undetermined.

Alas in good light, those with access to social media were entertained by applications such as Tiktok, which blew up a lot during the pandemic because of its constant mindless scrolls of videos. I mean, it's not like we could do anything else anyway. There was the Dalgona Coffee trend, a lot of Megan Thee Stallion dances made and the 'I'm bored in the house yeah I'm in the house bored', if you know, you know, I guess!

Okay, I'm steering away a bit, back to public health!

I always say social media is helpful and I see the positive side of it mainly because my insights were all these infographics regarding Covid-19. Day after day they were go viral and with the ever ending use of Instagram, Whatsapp, Twitter and Facebook, people were easily aware about these important details.

For example, this infographic above guides individuals on how to use a face mask, because I do recall some people that weren't sure which type to buy, how to wear it and even shared their face masks with people. That was honestly so dangerous so I'm glad they came up these things to spread awareness.

I hope many Malaysians (who see this, lol) remember this image above! Because every single day family group chats would be updated with this on the Covid-19 cases and also all over other social media applications. It was so scary when the numbers kept increasing for positive cases, but we were always hopeful for more recoveries in the days coming.

There was also this application made for only Malaysians called MySejahtera which was quite successful in my opinion. Before this app was created, individuals who went out had to write down their names, phone number and their body temperature before entering a shopping mall, store, restaurant, or anywhere enclosed to be precise. Unfortunately, there was a plothole to this method as people could get away with writing down and also lie about their credentials. This is where the app comes in.

By August of 2021, most people had already gotten their 2 doses of vaccines. With that, all enclosed areas would restrict those with only 2 full doses to enter. A friend of mine who was interning in Kuala Lumpur that time couldn't even enter Pavillion mall because she had only 1 dose. This was all automatically uploaded and kept in each Malaysian citizen's MySejahtera. In order to enter, all you needed to do was scan the QR Code provided.

Social Media also enabled for this infographic above to be shared around many Malaysians before getting their vaccine. Even though there wasn't much choice since Malaysia had only fully provided Pfizer for the elderly, AZ and Sinovac for the rest, it was still good to be notified about the other vaccines existing.

I always love a clean, simple yet informed infographic and the image above did just that. It kept to its main point and conducted it well for people to read and dissect the message. That is, the message above is to spread awareness on places that one may highly likely get the virus.

The World Health Organisation (WHO) Malaysia created several infographics and guides for those who seek help during hard times like the pandemic. I'm not going to go in detail but if you check out their site https://www.who.int/malaysia/emergencies/covid-19-in-malaysia/information/mental-health, you can see that WHO provided for those who have lost their loved once, for the frontliners and even those who were struggling with their mental health.

I wasn't enrolled in Swinburne that time but they had also done a Swinburne's Mental Health awareness week, which is good as a university in Sarawak to promote such importance to students. Checklists and Bingos were a way to engage with a lot of people online so it was quite popular at that time. Here, I scrolled all the way down to @/swinburnesarwak's 2020 posts to find this.

All and all, it's good to know how Malaysians all over used social media to their fullest in maintaining a safe environment for most during the pandemic. Sharing these correct infographics, articles regarding the virus may seem small but here's the beauty of social media : nothing is ever as small when it's already out there.

#week7 #mda20009 #publichealth

[markimoofan75]

Mark’s Hell

The silence of the large room is broken by heavy panting.  It’s an echoing chamber that should be full.  It should have been a place where you could believe in the future of a colony.  Instead it is empty and cold.  It is quickly becoming a tomb for one man.  His mind is a whirl of questions.  How did this happen?  Why is it empty?  Where is the Captain?  Nothing about what happened made any sense to him.  This whole trip had been a cluster fuck but now Mark is alone with no answers and no way to get out.  

He bangs on the door hoping it will open.  His hands sting and burn as he screams.  There has to be someone right?  This ship is too big to be empty.  His mind goes numb and he starts to see blood on the door.  His voice is thrashed but he can’t stop.  His legs buckle and he slips down on his hands and knees.  The pooling of blood on the concrete brings the only colors to the room.  The floor is cold and the walls reflective but empty.  Panting Mark lays flat.   

After some time of slipping away in his mind Mark sits up and he feels the stiffness in his bones.  The room is dimmed and his eyes won’t focus.  He almost can’t remember where he is and then he sees the ceiling.  

“What?”  He can see twinkling stars and it hits him like a ton of bricks.  He is inside the Warp Core room.  How did he get here?  He turns to look at the warp core and nothing is there.  He stares, his face draining of blood.  He feels a deep sickness in the pit of his stomach.  He might have puked if he hadn’t seen the small wire on the platform and it kicked his mind in gear.  The Warp core was here.  Did the Captain destroy it?  If it was destroyed what the fuck is he going to do?!  

He flops back onto the floor with a thud.  Feeling like a huge elephant was on his chest staring at the stars.  This was a fucking disaster.  There was no way he was getting out of this room.  Looking toward the door he sees the bloody hand prints and sighs.  

“I guess I tried that.  Why would the Captain do this?”  Silence descended on him like a blanket and he tried to breathe slowly.  There is nothing to be done.  This is the place he will fucking die. That is the last thought as he fell asleep.  

In space you don’t have a good internal clock this far out.  The cryo sleep messes with that and when you don’t have a sun around it’s even worse.  So when Mark woke up he couldn’t tell how long he had been there.  He has no watch and his instrument panel on his wrist has no computer to communicate with.  That was the last straw and the screaming began.  Jumping up and punching the door felt good because at least there was pain.  He was surrounded by silence.  He could feel the small strings of sanity straining.  Wouldn’t it feel good to let go.  No one would know.  He could just slip away and everything would be over.  Mark can’t take any more disasters.  He lays down feeling the blackness slip over him.  Before he died he smiled for the last time for quite a while.

The real bitch was when he opened his eyes.  He was in the same fucking room.  It was so confusing for a moment Mark forgot to be afraid.  He laughed.  The kind of laugh that can be heard through walls.  The kind that gets you in your own private room for the rest of your life. It felt good but if he didn’t stop he would slip into a dark place.  

His hand flew up smacking himself hard on the cheek.  His eyes teared up and he stopped immediately.  It felt like someone else was controlling him.  He took another look around and still saw no one.  Maybe it was just the warm familiar embrace of madness.  Then a thought hit him again he had brushed aside before.  Why was he still here?  He remembers death.  How is that possible here?  There is no warp core to facilitate it and no worm hole because he didn’t see its aura out the roof.  

  “Why?''   He had assumed before it was the worm hole or maybe a combo of warp core and worm hole.  His logical brain locked on that and he started pacing.  What is facilitating his respawn?  Was there something bigger that was controlling this place?  He never believed in a higher power.  It was a way for people to justify their shitty thoughts and actions.  It was a certainty he would die here again because of the lack of food and water.  He had no way of getting any or anything else to help him.   This room had only been meant for the warp core.  No cabinets, no cubby holes, and no secret hatches.  If he wanted to survive he needed to think.  It seemed impossible.  He went to the one electric wire he saw and reached for it.  When it shocked him he only had a second to think FUCK before dying again.

A small voice whispered “Don’t give up” and his eyes popped open.  Who the fuck was that?  No one was here.  However, a small blue flicker of light against the wall drew him in.  When he touched it he felt his hand being swallowed up but no pain.  His hand touched something solid and when he grabbed it he teleported away.  Hearing a scream next to his face his eyes flashed open.  He was in a kitchen holding on to a spatula.  The screaming continued and it finally occurred to Mark he wasn’t hallucinating.  He looked at the small grandmother next to him and apologized.  Then dropping the spatula he walked out of the room.  It took a minute but he got to the apartment hallway.  Staring at the red door he walked out of he cried.  He just cried until he heard sirens.  Running down the hallway he pushed open the emergency door just as the elevator opened.  The cops didn’t see him and that was his only saving grace.  He ran down the 5 flights of stairs as if he had wings.  Once out into the alley he stopped to pant.  

Nothing looked familiar at all.  He waited until he could walk slowly then he just casually walked out of the alley to the street.  Turning right he strolled off as the sirens behind him wailed.  This was a miracle.  Since he had woken up twice in the warp core he wasn’t sure if he died here he would make it out again.  It was important to make himself ready for life again.  He just kept walking feeling a warm breeze on his face and the sun on his back.  He was getting strange looks because of his coveralls.  A new wardrobe was necessary.  How the fuck would he do that without money?  Nothing here was helpful.  Besides, this didn’t look like the earth he came from so long ago.  

“Look at this asshole.”  The voice was gruff and low making all the hairs on Mark stand up.  He kept walking.  Bullies are a part of life.  The best way is to not deal with them at all.  

“Deaf too?  What a shame.”  The pain that followed was massive.  Blood was running down the back of his head.  He reached back to touch it and his finger entered a rather large hole.  That was the last thing he felt before the cold concrete of the warp core room.

Screaming was all he did for a while.  Until he remembered how he got out.  He searched all the walls for the blue light and found nothing.  Staring at the ceiling he wonders just how many times he would die here before the universe ended.  He had already figured the warp core was more powerful than he knew.  With all the shit that went down on the ship he knew that eventually everything would end.  How long that will take is a mystery.  An image popped into his head of a big vortex of blue light.  He had thought since he couldn’t see it out the hole at the top of the ceiling it wasn’t here.  But the vortex he saw when opening the ship door was massive.  Much bigger than the ship.   This room had been built like a smoke stack several stories high.  Maybe if the worm hole was lower down it only made slight contact with the warp core.  He had never seen where the warp core door was in the worm hole.  Was there a chance contact would happen again?  He needed to be ready because if he ever got out he needed a plan to get out of here permanently.

Mark had nothing else to do so he let his brain roam.  The only way to get out of here was either the worm hole or the warp core.  He didn’t have easy access to one but he might be able to make the other.  That sounded absurd of course.  The lady from the USA had said this tech took thousands of years to make.  That must be bullshit.  It wasn’t a complicated design but the inside was what he never got to look at.  What was inside the individual pillars?  Something had to conduct the energy in a way that made it a beam.  It wasn’t just the crystal right?  He remembered the crystal emitted a ball of light around it.  He never got to run very many tests on the core.  THey had been rushing every step of lift off from earth.  Everything was falling apart there. Everyone wanted a new life so no one was asking questions.  The ship worked and the warp core seemed stable. 

Mark didn’t count days but he did count times he died.  He remembered all of them and tried to keep a log. There were so many deaths he just stopped logging why he died and just marking that it happened.  His brain was so used to death it got kinda scary.  Sleep was not something he did anymore.  He just went until he died.  His need to get out and find the Captain was all he could think about.  The longer time went on the angrier he was getting.  How on earth did the Captain break everything?  They were never a part of building or inspecting the ship.  They came on last minute giving the whole project a boost of celebrity.  It gave the colonists confidence.  Mark was proud he got to be the lead engineer.  He doesn’t remember the Captain looking over the ship until the day of launch. Finding the warp core was a miracle and how easy it worked was a relief.  So how did the Captain know enough to sabotage?  Mark was not fully involved in much except making sure the ship would work.  There is always a chance the Captain poked around when he was not aware.  Lady had said it was the Captain though.  Mark had to get out and save the Colonists.  

He got out a few times and managed to get some supplies.  He also drew up a blueprint from memory.  It was a very long process.  If he didn’t jump out often enough he died from lack of water.  He was lucky enough to grab a couple buckets one time so he at least wasn’t really messing the room up.  When he hit one hundred deaths Mark sat down looking at the partially built warp core.  It was coming together so slowly.  He had managed to live several years outside of this hell hole.  Mark almost forgot what would happen if he died.  Then he fell down the fucking stairs.  When he woke up in the warp core room he cried.  It was like part of his mind had slipped.  He couldn’t remember feeling sad or a build up of emotion.  He just burst out in tears.  He cried on his hands and knees for hours.  He had almost felt safe.  

That is what hurt the most over what felt like millenia.  He was never safe. He never had roots or friends or lovers.  He was fighting against time and this was pure agony.  There was no hope.  He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled.  

One time when he was out he thought he caught sight of the captain on the street.  He ran after the figure shouting and didn’t even see the bus that hit him.  Feeling a searing heat and then waking up in the room again was so fucking painful.  The hope that had been in his heart made it that much more crushing when he came back here.  That time he just laid on the floor until he died.  His eyes were open but he had slipped far far away.  The dreams of madness were comforting.  He felt like they were his only friends.  

The warp core was inching along so fucking slowly.  It was hard to see the progress but it was there.  He had a long jump and got the rest of the supplies he needed.  Once back he worked non stop until he passed out.  He woke up in a puddle of pee and realized he had no other clothes.  Crying again he just sat there.  How was this even possible to finish?  He had no crystal so how on earth could he get this thing started.  Progress stopped then.  He wouldn’t be able to do anything without a crystal.  Sitting with his head in his hands he had the first thought of giving up.  Not just waiting passively for death but actively seeking it.  It was a scary moment.  He could imagine a nice length of rope but nothing to hang it on.  That stopped him cold.  Why should he give up like that?  He had almost completed this warp core.  From memory but even that was fading.  If he never got his hands on a crystal none of this mattered. 

The last death before salvation was from spilling his small amount of water on the cable he was repairing.  When he woke up he almost expected his hair to be standing on end.  Everytime he died he came back like a carbon copy of the first time he was here.  He didn’t understand why that was but he was grateful.  One of a handful of mercys he had here.  

 Mark had the weirdest feeling of growing old without the visual of growing old.  He didn’t have a mirror too often.  If he hadn’t been let out he would have slipped into madness.  That was the only thing keeping him going besides the need to get back to the Captain.  He had been thinking about the whole situation and with all the things that went wrong how could it not be their fault.  An anger had been growing inside for so long.  He couldn’t think about it too much.  He had a job to do and a goal in mind.  Get out by warp core.  

If only the Captain was here.  Sometimes he was so lonely he would have given anything to talk with the Captain.  He always liked to just bounce his thoughts off someone else.  It helped him think and figure out the right path.  This time he had to do it alone.  That was the worst pain of all.  He didn’t know how much human contact meant until he had none.  He came close to contact when he was out in the multiverse.  He seemed to be close to a similar universe which gave him the equipment needed for his work.  

Although honestly Mark wishes he had the means to buy what he needed instead of stealing it.  The first few times he tried getting a job but without documentation of your life you don’t get those.  He tried pan handling too because it looked like that would work.  His clothes were strange and he looked a little crazy.    He didn’t know why but the people avoided him.  It was as if some part of their lizard brain warned them against someone that felt wrong.  That of course made it even harder to have contact.  After a while he just ignored everyone else.  He existed in back alleys and dumpsters scrounging for his parts.  Time was something he had but he never knew how much.  

The fear of never getting to the captain was so strong that Mark couldn’t think.  His brain could not process the possibility he won’t ever see them again.  The war going on in his head was between two questions. If he did see them what would he do?  Can he forgive the Captain?  That was a whole other question.  He didn’t know exactly what happened but from his interaction with the alien Lady this is all the Captain’s fault.  He just can’t wrap his brain around why??  That was the question he thought about most often.  He had spent time with the captain and thought he knew them well.  However, how did this alien know something he didn't know?  It had to do with the worm hole and time loops.  They were what was popping him in and out of this universe.  Mark was not sure exactly how that was possible but with all the looping they did and the strange experiences with different versions of people they knew it was obvious.  Did the Captain know about the warp core before they boarded the ship?  Did they purposely sabotage everything and destroy the warp core for some purpose?  Mark tried not to dwell because it took up time and often led down the path of dissociation and death.  

The last time Mark came back he started to realize he was almost done with the warp core.  He didn’t have a crystal but he can test the electronics he installed and see if he can still create the juice to make it work.  He went to his journal to record yet another death when he saw just how many marks there were.  He was on the last page.  He sat down hard, knocking some of the wind out of himself.  His chest was tight and his eyes filled with tears.  He couldn’t breathe.  How long had he been building and jumping?  He got to the first page of the book and started counting.  He stopped when he hit 300 and almost threw up.  His brain had been avoiding seeing this truth.  He had been here well over a human’s normal life span.  He had been here so much more he had only counted a quarter of the way through the journal.  

He couldn’t think any more. The vastness of that time he had spent here felt like a sledgehammer to the chest.  He laid back staring up into the hole at the top of the room.  It was still black and he cried.  He let all of that pent up pain out.  Mark laid on that floor, his tears soaking his hair and ears. He was staring at the stars that usually filled him with joy and wonder.  He was among them and he should be proud and happy to be taking the first human colony out to a new world.  Space is something he has had a passion for all his life.  He became an engineer just to get here while the Earth was falling apart.  It was not only a dream but a need so that humanity would go on.  

Now all he could do was stare at the cold space outside.  He couldn’t get out and he was in his own personal hell.  The pain was an ache in his whole body and he just couldn’t take it.  He waited for the inevitable death and even welcomed it this time.  Maybe when he came back he wouldn’t remember what he knew.  Sometimes he didn’t remember things and that was a blessing.

When Mark came back this time it wasn’t with pain it was with rage.  He still marked his journal as it was a deep habit.  He just threw all that pain at the Captain in his mind.  Fixation was taking over and his need to finish the warp core was a drive.  He was going to make sure the Captain didn’t do this again and then he would save everyone.  

Mark was surprised one day as he was testing the warp core to see a shadow of the Captain fall across the floor.  The captain wasn’t fully there yet and Mark grabbed a fire extinguisher so he could be ready to take control.  The Captain was just staring in the room at nothing and not moving.  Mark watched and then said “Hi Captain.”  As their head turned he struck hard feeling a satisfying smack of metal against skin.  As the Captain fell Mark actually felt hope fill him again.  Maybe he would be able to get through this.  It was all up to him to fix everything and he was going to finally be the hero.

Grabbing his pliers he went to the waking Captain and kneeled down.

“Sorry about that. Couldn’t afford to let you make another mistake.”

Mark ripped the worm crystal out of the palm of the Captain’s glove and sparks flew but Mark was way too focused to notice.  The rage was back.

“Funny thing to say after an eternity of second chances.”

The Captain reached for the crystal and Mark grabbed their hand looking them in the eye.

“Don’t”  It was a command and the Captain’s eyes widened.

“You don’t have to keep trying anymore. There’s no time anyway. Another thing I never thought I would be saying again. But I’m going to fix the damage you caused. I had a long time rebuilding this machine you broke.  A long time over too many lives. But I know now this thing does more than just make worm holes. Distance and time are the same things from different perspectives.  That’s all these universes are, different points of view.  And this machine didn’t just bridge a tunnel through our universe, it was bridging all of them. And you destroyed it.”

Mark put the crystal in as he talked to the captain watching from the floor.  He was putting in coordinates and an arrival date he wanted.  He would go back to just the right place and fix everything.  His excitement grew but his disgust at the Captain was building.

“I can’t undo what you’ve done. Not here anyway. Or at least not now. But if I could go back, if I could try again. If I could stop you before any of this even started. Maybe I could save everyone”

Mark was so intent on talking to the Captain and was not paying attention to the warp core.  It said “Paradox detected”  Mark turns to look at the warp core in confusion.  What the fuck was this machine talking about.  It had never talked to him before.  “What the hell does that mean?” He sees movement out of the corner of his eye and turns toward the Captain only to receive a handful of sand from nowhere.  His eyes sting and he madly tries to wipe it away because if the captain gets away this may never end and he is desperate to escape.  

“Was that sand?  Who throws sand?”  Mark is getting enough out to see and reaches for the Captain as their hand is headed for the crystal again.  He grabs it screaming at the Captain

“Captain no you’ll destroy everything.. again! “

As the warp core was booting up it said “Target arrival date not guaranteed”  This was not something Mark heard his whole being was fixed on stopping the Captain and saving everyone.

As the beam shot out of the top of the warp core and was forming it’s worm hole Mark began to float towards it and grabbed the Captain’s hand

“Ahh Captain, Captain Don’t let go Don’t let go!”

As Mark is being pulled by his feet he realizes that he needs the Captain to let go.

“Wait, let me go. Captain please I can fix this.  Look I don’t know what you did, maybe you didn’t mean to but I have to stop you.  I have to! God I wish I had thought of a fake hand or something. Please, this is it. This is the end of everything. Everyone that ever existed is going to get wiped out unless you let me go! Captain please, I have to keep trying.  I have to!”

Mark doesn’t know how to get the Captain to believe him.  He can’t stay here.  He just can’t do it again.  He has to get out.  Looking at the Captain he is hoping with everything inside him.  This can’t be the end of everything. Hanging here in a moment, waiting for someone else to decide his fate and the fate of the universe.

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How to Use Tarpaulin Sheets for Roof Protection

Assuming your roof has encountered a damage like a tempest or different solid breezes, falling tree appendages of some kind, or any other reasons, a Tarpaulin Sheets can be a savvy choice to guarantee that you can fix your roof immediately cheaply. Tarpaulins are relatively cheap, easy to install, and can persevere through the harshness of the climatic circumstances where they are utilized and for quite a while at that assuming that very much fixed. Here are a few hints on utilizing tarpaulins to safeguard a damaged roof temporarily:

Choosing a Tarpaulin

Pick a heavy duty tarp made from polyethylene or vinyl to guarantee that it very well may be utilized both under the sun and during the rain and wind. Tarps that are of a lighter weight won't capable of hold up.

It ought to be noticed that the tarp ought to be adequately large to cover the affected area by at least 12 inches all around. This is because having additional space gets the tarp and keep things all together.

The tarp should be waterproof, and it needs to have a fabric weight of at least 200 from high-denier material. This means thickness and mash thickness to invigorate the paper and durability.

For instance, pick a white or silver tarp variety that reflects heat instead of the heat that can develop under it and harm the roof considerably further.

Cleaning The Area Of The Roof That Has Been Damaged

This allows the removal of any residual roofing material, flotsam and jetsam, or damaged underlayer that may be on the area to be covered, to in a clean surface.

If so, then repair or brace any seriously damaged roof structural components in light of a legitimate concern for the task and the construction.

For the uncovered roof sheathing, place roofing felt or vapor barrier fabric to avoid any association with the inside of the home. This restricts the chances of water getting into the structure.

Installing the Tarpaulin

Place the Heavy Duty Tarpaulin over the area that has been affected, and guarantee that there is a ton of material hanging over the edges of the affected area.

Starting at the corners, mean the wood lath or the batten strips that have to be fastened to the roof by utilizing galvanized nails or screws. Here the battens ought to be fixed each 18-24 creeps along the edge of the structure.

Place further bits of wood straight over the affected district with the end goal that they are pined to other areas of the roof that remain solid.

Overlapping is necessary between the tarps; this ought to be finished at least 12 inches apart and the tarp repair tape.

You may want to consider having boards or sandbags located along the edge to give more weight to the Tarpaulin sheet to keep it from lifting and being damaged in blustery weather. These should be liberated from hindrances like scuppers or drains.

As we as a whole know the capability of the temporary roof tarp is to safeguard the structure from further damage because of water seepage or other adverse impacts of weather circumstances like breeze, rain, and others, it is essential to keep it in great shape, and guarantees that it is appropriately installed at all times.

Conclusion

A roofing Tarps, particularly a heavy-duty one, when very much placed and appropriately cared for will make a suitable roof cover for quite a long time or perhaps even a long time as you approach tracking down an answer for the damage. To guarantee a tight seal, follow the necessary strategies that will allow you to anchor the covering against your local weather condition by offering adequate help, overlapping, and pressure. Controlling space internal vapor barriers, means for drainage and ventilation is also important. In the event that appropriately used, Tarpaulins will be of great assistance with regards to safeguarding your roof throughout repair.

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House Washing Services - Why You Need Them

House washing is important for maintaining the beauty and value of your property. It keeps the exterior of your home safe from harmful mould and contaminants, boosting kerb appeal and giving it a fresh new look.

Kleen Genie offers top-quality House Washing Services Brisbane, using soft washing techniques and scrubbing surfaces where necessary to deliver a sparkling clean result. Their cleaning solution also kills mould and mildew spores, providing a safer and healthier living environment for your family.

Roof Cleaning

The roof is one of the most important House Washing Services Brisbane components of a house. It protects the building from harsh elements and keeps its occupants safe and warm. Unfortunately, it also gets exposed to dirt, moss and mould that can damage the surface. Over time, these contaminants can lead to leaks and cracks in the roof.

Regular professional cleaning is the best way to prevent this from happening and keep your roof looking its best. A clean roof can improve the curb appeal of your home and even increase its value. Real estate agents and appraisers often take the condition of a roof into account when assessing a property’s worth.

A comprehensive roof cleaning service will remove all stains and discolouration, whether it’s caused by mildew, lichen or dark streaks from the algae gloeocapsa magma. Soft washing is a safe and effective technique for cleaning the surface of your roof without damaging it. This method uses a lower water pressure and special cleaners to provide exceptional results.

Driveway Cleaning

A clean driveway is one of the first things guests, visitors and clients notice, and it can make or break a great first impression. A dirty, mouldy or stained driveway can also reduce the overall value of your home. Luckily, a quick power wash from time to time can help.

Driveways can be made from a variety of materials including exposed aggregate, stone, concrete and pavers. They tend to get dirty, oily and soiled over time from the elements and cars that are driven over them. Often, these surfaces can become mossy and slippery, causing injuries to people walking around.

Driveway cleaning services use pressurised water (and sometimes specialised cleaning agents) to remove oil and other car liquid stains, dirt, grime and other debris from the surface of your driveway. This helps to restore its original look and prolongs its lifespan. It is also a cost-effective alternative to replacing the entire surface.

Gutters Cleaning

Gutter cleaning is an often overlooked task, and if not done regularly can lead to serious damage. Clogged gutters prevent rainwater from draining away from the house and may cause water damage to internal ceilings, walls, timber flooring, and electrical fixtures. Gutters that are clogged can also divert rainwater to the eaves, roof valleys, or back up under the cladding of the building, causing expensive damage.

Jim’s professional team use a gutter vacuum cleaning method to remove all leaves, debris, dirt and moss from your property. They can even hose down the gutters to flush out any blocked areas. This will leave your property looking fresh and clean, while protecting the value of your home.

Window Cleaning

Clean windows reflect light, which can brighten a Cleaning Services Brisbane and increase its kerb appeal. They can also help protect the surfaces underneath them from grime, preventing it from building up and deteriorating over time.

Regular window cleaning is recommended by most cleaning companies to avoid the build-up of mould, lichen, moss, red and green algae and bacteria on windows, glass and guttering. It is especially important if you have a solar power system at your property, which requires regular cleaning to ensure its maximum efficiency.

A full external house wash service will include professional window cleaning at ladder height. This is usually done using a pure water-fed pole system mounted on a telescoping pole to safely and efficiently reach high exterior windows. Whether you have a single-story home with hard-to-reach windows or a commercial property across multiple floors, professional window cleaners can deliver exceptional results. They can even spot small issues with your windows that may require attention in the future, saving you from costly repair or replacements.

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Commercial Roof Inspections – What You Need to Know

Avoid roof leaks and costly structural damage to your commercial structure. Understanding how commercial roof inspections play a crucial role in identifying potential roofing system issues before they escalate into expensive repairs or replacements keeps your roof at its peak performance.

New Image Roofing Atlanta gathered information about commercial roof inspections, including why they are necessary, when they should be performed, who should conduct them, and what an inspector looks for.

Why Commercial Roof Inspections Are Necessary

Commercial roofs are exposed to various weather conditions, including rain, snow, wind, and UV radiation, which can cause wear and tear over time. Poor installation, design flaws, or irregular maintenance can cause roof deterioration. Regular roof inspections help identify potential problems early on, allowing for timely repairs and maintenance to extend the roof’s lifespan and prevent more significant issues from developing.

When Are Commercial Roof Inspections Required?

While there is no regulation mandating how often commercial roof inspections should occur, they are typically recommended annually. However, certain factors may necessitate more frequent inspections, like severe weather events, age, or recent construction activities nearby that could inadvertently damage the roof. Inspections may be required as apart of a property sale, lease agreement, or insurance policy.

For more information about free commercial roof inspections and scheduling one, visit newimageroofingatlanta.com/roofing-services/roof-maintenance/roof-inspections

Watch this video to discover more about insurance and deductibles when roof repairs or replacements are needed.

Who Performs Commercial Roof Inspections?

Commercial roof inspections should be conducted by qualified professionals with expertise in commercial roofing systems. This could include licensed roofers, roofing contractors, or certified building inspectors. It’s essential to select inspectors with experience in commercial roofing, as they are familiar with these structures’ unique challenges and requirements. Additionally, inspectors should adhere to industry standards and best practices outlined by organizations like the National Roofing Contractors Association (NRCA) or the International Facility Management Association (IFMA).

What Do Inspectors Look for During a Commercial Roof Inspection?

During a commercial roof inspection, inspectors evaluate the roofing system to assess its condition and identify potential issues (if any). Here are some areas inspectors typically focus on:

Roofing Materials – Inspectors examine the roof type and material condition, including membranes, shingles, tiles, or metal panels, to ensure they are intact and free from damage or deterioration.

Roof Structure – The roof’s structural integrity, including the decking, support beams, and trusses, can identify any signs of sagging, rot, or corrosion that could compromise the roof’s stability.

Flashing and Sealants – Inspectors check flashing around roof penetrations like vents, chimneys, skylights, and HVAC units, as well as sealants along seams and joints, to ensure they are installed and sealed to prevent water intrusion.

Drainage System – Proper drainage prevents water ponding and potential leaks. Inspectors evaluate gutter conditions, downspouts, scuppers, and drains to ensure they are clear of debris and functioning effectively.

Roof Penetrations – Any openings or penetrations in the roof, like vents, pipes, or equipment mounts, are inspected for leaks or damage signs that could compromise the roofing system’s integrity.

Insulation and Ventilation – Inspectors assess the insulation and ventilation system quality and condition to ensure they meet building code requirements and provide adequate thermal comfort and moisture control.

Safety Features – Safety measures like roof access points, guardrails, and fall protection systems are inspected to ensure compliance with OSHA regulations and protect workers during maintenance and repair activities.

Environmental Factors – Inspectors consider factors like tree overhangs, nearby construction activities, or environmental hazards that could impact the roof’s integrity and longevity.

The following is a more complete checklist of areas covered during a commercial roof inspection:

Overall roof membrane or material condition

Completing a core sample to discover roof composition

Seam and joint integrity in the roofing system

Proper drainage system to prevent water pooling

Flashing condition around HVAC units, vents, and other penetrations

Adequate insulation to meet energy efficiency requirements

Wear, tear, or puncture signs in the roofing material

Roof coating condition, if applicable

Roof access points and equipment properly functioning

Adequate roof slope to facilitate water runoff

Roof curbs, parapet walls, and other roof accessories conditions

Rooftop equipment assessment for potential damage or leaks

Rooftop penetration inspection for proper sealing and flashing

Compliance Verification with local building codes and regulations

Checking for any ponding water or excessive moisture signs

Evaluation of any rooftop vegetation or debris that could impact drainage or cause damage

Assessment for proper fire protection measures, if applicable

Conducting thorough inspections and addressing any issues allows commercial property owners to prolong the roof’s lifespan, maintain a safe and secure building environment, and avoid costly repairs or replacements in the future.

Commercial Roofing System Inspection

In this article, you discovered commercial roof inspection information, including why they are performed, when you need them done, who should conduct them, and what inspectors look for during one.

Scheduling commercial roof inspections keeps you ahead of potential roofing issues by keeping your roof in its best condition while extending its lifespan.

Failure to stay on top of regular commercial roof inspections will result in leaks and potentially catastrophic structural and internal damage.

Sources: gsa.gov/real-estate/historic-preservation/historic-preservation-policy-tools/preservation-tools-resources/technical-procedures/checklist-for-the-routine-inspection-of-buildings nrca.net/roofing-inspection-checklist wbdg.org/guides-specifications/building-envelope-design-guide/roofing-systems-commercial-buildings

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Commercial Flat Roofing

Exploring the Benefits and Considerations of Commercial Flat Roofing In the realm of commercial buildings, the choice of roofing plays a pivotal role in ensuring longevity, sustainability, and cost-effectiveness. Among the various options available, commercial flat roofing stands out as a popular choice for many property owners. Its practicality, versatility, and durability make it a compelling option for a wide range of applications. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the intricacies of commercial flat roofing, exploring its benefits, considerations, and why CDR Construction & Roofing is your ideal partner in ensuring quality installation and maintenance. Understanding Commercial Flat Roofing Commercial flat roofing, as the name suggests, features a horizontal or nearly horizontal surface. Unlike pitched roofs, which have a noticeable slope, flat roofs have a minimal incline, often imperceptible to the naked eye. This design characteristic offers several advantages, making it a preferred choice for commercial buildings:

Cost-Effectiveness: Flat roofs typically require fewer materials and less labor compared to pitched roofs, resulting in lower installation costs. Moreover, their simple design facilitates easier maintenance and repair, reducing long-term expenses.

Space Utilization: The flat surface of these roofs provides additional usable space, allowing for the installation of HVAC units, solar panels, or even rooftop gardens. This utilization of space is particularly advantageous for businesses seeking to maximize their property's functionality.

Accessibility: Maintenance and inspections are more accessible on flat roofs, as technicians can walk across the surface without facing the safety challenges posed by steep slopes. This accessibility facilitates regular upkeep, prolonging the roof's lifespan and minimizing the risk of damage.

Energy Efficiency: Flat roofs offer opportunities for incorporating energy-efficient features such as cool roofs or reflective coatings. These measures help regulate indoor temperatures, reduce the heat island effect, and lower energy consumption, resulting in cost savings and environmental benefits. Considerations for Commercial Flat Roofing While the benefits of flat roofing are compelling, it's essential to consider several factors before making a decision:

Drainage: Proper drainage is critical for flat roofs to prevent water ponding, which can lead to leaks and structural damage. Design considerations such as internal drains, scuppers, and tapered insulation are necessary to ensure efficient water runoff.

Materials: Various materials are suitable for flat roofing, including built-up roofing (BUR), modified bitumen, single-ply membranes (such as TPO and EPDM), and spray foam roofing. Each material has its unique characteristics in terms of durability, cost, and maintenance requirements, so careful evaluation is necessary to choose the most suitable option for your building.

Maintenance: While flat roofs are relatively low-maintenance compared to pitched roofs, regular inspections and proactive maintenance are essential to identify and address issues promptly. Partnering with a reputable roofing contractor like CDR Construction & Roofing ensures that maintenance tasks are performed effectively, extending the lifespan of your roof.

Weather Resistance: Flat roofs are susceptible to certain weather conditions, such as heavy rain, snow accumulation, and UV exposure. Proper insulation, robust membrane systems, and routine inspections help mitigate these risks and enhance the roof's weather resistance. Why Choose CDR Construction & Roofing When it comes to installing, repairing, or maintaining commercial flat roofs, partnering with a trusted and experienced contractor is paramount. CDR Construction & Roofing offers unparalleled expertise, reliability, and customer service, making us the ideal choice for all your roofing needs. Here's why you should choose us:

Expertise: With years of experience in the roofing industry, our team possesses the knowledge and skills to handle flat roofing projects of any scale or complexity. From meticulous installation to efficient repairs, we deliver exceptional results that stand the test of time.

Quality Materials: We use only the highest quality materials and products from reputable manufacturers, ensuring the durability and longevity of your flat roof. Our commitment to quality extends to every aspect of our work, guaranteeing superior performance and satisfaction.

Customer Satisfaction: At CDR Construction & Roofing, customer satisfaction is our top priority. We prioritize clear communication, transparent pricing, and personalized service to exceed our clients' expectations. From initial consultation to project completion, we strive to make the roofing process seamless and stress-free for our customers.

Comprehensive Services: Whether you need a new flat roof installation, emergency repairs, or routine maintenance, we offer a comprehensive range of services to meet your needs. Our team works diligently to deliver timely and efficient solutions, ensuring the integrity and reliability of your commercial roofing system. Commercial flat roofing offers a host of benefits, including cost-effectiveness, space utilization, accessibility, and energy efficiency. However, proper planning, maintenance, and partnering with a reputable contractor are essential for maximizing these advantages and ensuring the longevity of your roof. With CDR Construction & Roofing, you can trust that your flat roofing project is in capable hands. Contact us today to learn more about our services and experience the difference firsthand.

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