#moving services Auckland

[zlandmovers]

House Moving Companies Auckland

Zland Movers is New Zealand’s leading furniture removals company and a well-known and100 per cent New Zealand owned and operated firm that specialises in domestic relocations. We need more drivers at our locations around New Zealand and in our intercity linehaul business due to our continuous development and demand for our services.

[aucklandapartmentmovers]

Moving Services Auckland: Reliable and Efficient Relocation Solutions

Relocate with confidence with comprehensive moving services from Auckland Apartment Movers! Our experienced team offers a range of moving services, including packing, loading, transportation, and unpacking. Whether you're moving house or office, trust Auckland Apartment Movers for reliable and efficient moving services in Auckland.

[aucklandmoverspackers]

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[iconclean]

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The benefits of this service include convenience, reducing stress, regaining a security deposit, and ensuring health and safety. Professional-grade cleaning materials are used to eliminate bacteria, allergies, and germs that could endanger your health. Icon Clean offers both services and can be arranged through their online booking tool or by calling their number for specific locations. Trust their cleaning partners to handle the grubby work, ensuring a seamless and stress-free moving day.

[accuratemoversnz]

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[moversandpackersaukland]

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[teamremovalsnewzealand]

Team Removals has been providing the people of New Zealand with the cheapest moving services for a decade, and we are committed to delivering the highest quality moving services at all times. We offer a numerous range of removal services to exceed our customer's requirements and expectation.

[hire-tradies]

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[zlandmovers]

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[pynkhues]

To your beacon in the gloom. Interview with the Vampire. Lestat x Louis. NC-17. 13k words.

A year after Louis and Lestat reunite, they're still figuring it out. Daniel calls it out, Louis tries to move them forwards, and maybe they just fuck instead.

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If Louis were to muse on it, which he does, despite himself, often, he’d say there was something carnal to the act of it. Something to harvesting your life, reaping your memories, threshing those moments of significance, of truth, of honesty from the thick crop of day-to-day mundanity, to pass on to a man who intends to make something of it. Off it. To take these things that have spent more than a lifetime growing in the fecund soil of you to cut, to cook, to plate up and serve for a ravenous public to devour.

Fruitage, preparation, consumption where Louis found himself both deft handed with Daniel, and deftly handled by him, a part of the art for once, instead of the purveyor of it, something neither Armand nor even Lestat had been able to give him. The businessman in him shed for the first time in what felt a millennia to leave only the man – brother, father, lover, vampire, and for a short while, simply human.

Which is all to say he perhaps should’ve expected it – Daniel’s newly assumed authority on the subject of his life. The space those two weeks in Dubai, those 15 sessions of remembrance and revelation created between the two (three? Four?) of them. An intimacy Louis finds to be both shallowly presumed and deeply, startlingly real.

“No,” Louis replies as the question Daniel has just floated into his head cuts across the music playing in the other room, closing the book in his lap. “There’s nothing left to bury but the memories of her, and I ain’t interested in doing that.”

“Don’t think of it as a funeral then, think of it as a memorial, hell, a vigil - - these things are ceremonial, they’re symbolic, and most importantly, they’re for the living.”

“I have my time with her,” Louis says, rising to slip the book – Robert Stalnaker’s seminal Mere Possibilities: Metaphysical Foundations of Modal Semantics – back to its place on the shelf in his newly renovated reading room, his interest already having waned.

Instead, he briefly wonders where Daniel is – still on tour for the book, that much he knows, a string of literary festivals across the South Pacific. He vaguely recalls mentions of Ubud and Auckland – but that thought passes too. Distance seems fleeting when they can close it now so simply after Armand’s petulant punishment.

“You know that. You’ve seen the room I’ve made for her and Paul here.”

“The difference, Louis, is a service is a place to share grief, not internalize it, and if you and Lestat are living together again - - ”

“We’re not,” Louis says quickly, too quickly, maybe, because Daniel somehow manages to scoff through the mind connection.

“You know I can hear both of your thoughts, right?”

Louis rolls his eyes, running a taloned finger along the spines that populate his bookshelf. No more philosophy tonight, he thinks. It’s trying his patience. 

“So he comes over sometimes,” he says, plucking out a copy of Paul Beatty’s The Sellout, and turning it over to read the blurb.

“He’s playing a piano at your penthouse right now, and correct me if I’m wrong, Louis, but you never had the musical acumen, which means not only is he playing it, but one of you moved an 800 pound upright past a swarm of pissed off vampires, building security, and up 83 floors to put it there.”

Read it on ao3 here.

[gumnut-logic]

Because it is that time of the year again, I just can't help myself :D

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Looking back, it really could have happened to any of them. Hell, now it had happened once, it was even more likely it could happen to any of the rest of them, but of course it had to be Virgil and, of course, it had to happen a week before Christmas.

Fortunately, not only Gordon and Alan, but also John was aboard Thunderbird Two when her pilot folded in half with a groan. The great green behemoth responded to his touch and for a second there, the whole ship tipped sideways.

Alan lost his hard-earned sandwich, and Gordon, who had been half asleep in the co-pilot’s chair, despite the coffee he had consumed not five minutes ago, received an adrenalin spike that was well used in the next half an hour or so.

It had been a hard week. Australia was on fire. Every year the drought dried continent suffered and every year International Rescue did all it could to help. Brains had even designed some specialised equipment, deployed through Tracy Industries to help dampen the eucalypt fuel load, but the change of climate over the last hundred odd years had done its damage and the ecosystem suffered for it.

It was painful to watch.

And tiring to fight.

John had taken to coming down not only for Christmas, but for the fires. He had developed a communications network, tied into TB5, to help coordinate the fire services of the country and pin point the hot spots. At the end of the last outbreak, Gordon had been gobsmacked to find his usually reclusive brother sprawled in a chair beside the Australian Fire Defense Network chief, beer in hand, swapping stories.

It had helped that the chief was the middle of five himself and a communications specialist pushed into management. There was much commiseration.

But none of the past really foretold this little hiccup.

Later when Gordon referred to said incident as a ‘hiccup’, Virgil’s eyebrows had frowned so much, they’d physically climbed off his head and slapped Gordon around his.

Or it could have been Virgil’s hand. Gordon was too busy ducking to really identify the body parts his brother was using.

So, with three brothers aboard, Virgil had plenty of back up.

Gordon was fully awake and stabilising Two before he had even had a chance to draw in a breath. They were halfway across the Tasman Sea, finally on the way home for a well-deserved break.

“Virgil?” John was out of his seat and moving towards the pilot.

“Uh, I’m okay.” The man straightened, still in his silver firefighting suit, minus the helmet. A quick look in his brother’s direction and Gordon could see it was all a lie. Even through the soot on Virgil’s face, his brother’s complexion was pale, almost green. “Just a stitch.”

“Doesn’t look like one from here, bro.” Gordon frowned as John gently nudged Virgil back in his seat. The pilot closed his eyes and lay back, his shoulders dropping just a little. John reached over to the console and flicked a couple of switches. Virgil’s vitals sprang up in all their holographic glory.

Even Gordon could see something was seriously wrong. “You have a fever. What the hell, Virg?”

His brother stared at his stats and frowned. “Just thought I was hot.”

No surprise considering the conditions they were working in.

John sighed. “Your suit has active refrigeration, Virgil, you know that. You should be the coolest of all of us.”

If it had been a different situation, Gordon would have then started a ‘discussion’ on who exactly was the coolest or the hottest of the brothers. As it was, another groan from his engineer brother killed all conversation other than medical concern.

“What is it?” John disengaged Virgil’s seat from the dash, pulling it back and giving him access to his older brother.

“My side.” Virgil’s eyes were squeezed shut.

His lower right side.

Five minutes later and Gordon was beelining Two to the nearest hospital, which turned out to be Auckland near the northern tip of New Zealand.

Less than an hour later, Virgil had his very angry appendix removed.

Of all things.

For the past three days, it had been a mixture of firefly pod and fire exo-suit. His brother had been tossing about massive hoses, shifting huge amounts of timber, excavating firebreaks and water bombing from Two.

Apparently, all while suffering from appendicitis.

When Scott arrived on scene, he was a walking facepalm.

When Virgil woke up, it was all kind words for the first hour or so while he recovered from the anaesthetic, but after that, the tongue lashing Scott delivered was enough to strip the paint off the walls of Virgil’s hospital room.

Grandma ended up dragging the man from the room.

Everyone was quiet after that.

No one liked it when Scott got scared.

Least of all Scott.

But even Gordon had to agree that his eldest brother had a point. Appendicitis wasn’t something that didn’t come with symptoms. Virgil admitted that he had noted some pain, but he had been busy. There had been more important things.

Scott’s response to that was only suitable for mature audiences.

Gordon couldn’t help but agree after having to watch his brother writhe in pain on one of his own hover stretchers while they had been on approach to Auckland.

But it had happened when it had happened and everyone was safe, Virgil included. There were much worse scenarios available considering their occupations and the entire family was grateful it had turned out best it could.

Scott was still livid, though, likely because the man was exhausted. They were all exhausted.

Grandma eyed all of them in turn, cornering each of them in their hotel rooms. It didn’t take her more than half a day to conclude that International Rescue needed a well-earned break. Virgil’s illness made a great excuse and her meeting with Scott was short, sharp and to the point.

The Commander of International Rescue contacted the GDF not long after, advising their aunt that their organisation would not be available for the next week. Eos was tasked with redirecting emergency calls after Grandma grabbed John by the scruff of his neck and with an equally sharp word in his ear, grounded the spaceman beside his brothers.

Virgil received a few glares, but the tired man just rolled over awkwardly and went back to sleep. Apparently, he agreed with Grandma.

Always did, the big Grandma softie.

Except perhaps with her cooking, but that led Virgil to being the biggest victim in that department because despite his incapacity to lie, he would do anything for the woman.

Virgil was released from the hospital a day after his surgery and they helped him back to their hotel rooms and set him up with the holoprojector and an appropriate stash of snacks and engineering journals. Kayo even bought him a sketchbook and an array of art materials.

For two days, the brothers hung out with him or darted out to the shops for convenience’s sake. Copious amounts of takeout were consumed, a treat they were often denied on the Island. But ultimately five usually very active men got very bored very quickly.

They couldn’t go home, because Virgil wasn’t allowed to fly. His operation excluded air travel for at least seven days, which meant, to add insult to injury, they would be stuck on the mainland for Christmas Day.

Their first Christmas off in who knew how many years, and they couldn’t even share it at home.

John distracted himself by linking in with Eos and helping out with emergency calls...until Grandma discovered him and rounded on both him and Eos with the ire Scott had managed to inherit.

Both father and daughter behaved after that, Eos a little stunned at the power of the eldest Tracy.

Alan dove into his computer games and hermitized. Gordon could only swim so much, so resorted to pranking Alan, which ended up in the brawl of the century and half the penthouse draped in toilet paper.

Scott turned to Tracy Industries and began phone calls that lasted hours. Virgil sent Gordon to chase him down.

Scott quite frankly ignored him, which led to Virgil hauling himself off the couch and doing the chasing himself.

That led to a screaming match that ended with both men pale when Virgil twisted angrily and groaned as he pulled at his stitches.

The atmosphere plummeted after that and the whole penthouse floor deteriorated into a sullen gloom.

It was shaping up to be an ass of a Christmas.

Until Gordon had an idea.

-o-o-o-

We'll be Home For Christmas

[priceseyes]

meet my oc!

universe: cod!mw trilogy. name: athena ‘birdie’ kallis.  age: 25. birthday: november 1st, 1998. born: auckland, new zealand. partner: capt. john price. 

note: Athena and Price have an age gap of 12 years with Athena being 25 and Price canonically being 37.

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Athena Kallis was born near a settlement within Auckland, New Zealand. That settlement was Piha. Growing up, she'd love exploring the beachside, going out for a swim and creating her most memorable memories there as a way of distracting herself from the mournful loss of her parents.

Her parents’ unfortunate demise happened when she was quite young, 9 to be exact. Once hitting age 9, she’d find herself moving in with her Uncle Ari in the inlands of San Marcos, Texas where some conflicts would arise considering who she was and where she was from. 

Her Uncle Ari knew how tough the death of her parents would be on her, he understood thus wanting to help and guide her through the grief…with special training, of course! At the age of 12, Uncle Ari had taught her numerous moves and how to use a gun plus other various weapons. As time went on, Ari could see the potential her niece had of becoming a fearsome woman, she was like a bird. The way her arms strode like wings when using them for sneak attacks, how her legs spread like claws in order to fight back against an enemy and her mouth like a beak in order to spit out a venomous bite she’d use to defend herself. So! Once Athena hit the ripe age of 23, Ari finally decided to call up an old buddy of his: Captain John Price. 

John Price is a long-time friend of Ari’s and long-time member of the British Army, earning the rank of Captain. He’s also a part of the Special Air Service of SAS, also forming Task Force 141. 

When getting the call from Ari about the potential of Athena joining the task force, Price asked if Ari would be up to bringing his niece in and showing Price what she’s got. When agreeing, Athena was brought in and she didn’t disappoint. Ari wasn’t kidding when he said Athena was like a vicious bird of sorts, Price liked that. Soon after, Price then took Athena under his wing, the young woman having to leave behind her uncle for a while. Price would continue what Ari had started and train Athena even more, having her become something even greater than before. 

The two had soon become quite close during their time together, a connection blooming between them. Athena, herself, realized that she had begun catching feelings for who she’d call her mentor yet, she didn’t act on them to later on. Price, himself had felt the same, thinking it was wrong that he’d be catching feelings for a young woman such as Athena. However, the two would eventually confess their feelings to one another and continue sharing that special bond they had since the moment they met. 

Once Athena hit the age of 25, Price had asked her to join Task Force 141. She, of course, said yes and since then, She and Price had become each other’s ride or die while sharing an incredible bond with others on their team.

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Fun Facts: 

She is Māori

A tattoo on her left arm symbolizing her culture and where she came from. 

Favorite animal is a wrybill. 

Is Demisexual.

Has a scar underneath her eye she gained from the attack of an enemy. 

Is close friends with Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick.