#the house we lived in before that was also extremely cheap and this was because the landlord was russian and rented it to us at

[missmeinyourbones]

TWIN SIZED MATTRESS

a part two of where love lives because i am such a sucker for rei getting those kids the hell out of that house and the todoroki fam being normies 

You would almost be drifting off to sleep—if it wasn't for the dead weight of Shouto’s  limbs on your lap and the irritating buzzing of Touya’s whines in your ear. 

“He’s out cold.”

Touya gestures to the blob of red and white hair sprawled out by your side. After one episode of his cartoon and a few head scratches from your hand, Shouto was out like a light. 

It’s been about thirty minutes since then, and the low mumble of the cartoon still humming across the dim living room speaker is driving Touya up a wall. 

“If you’re not gonna let us go upstairs, at least let me change the fuckin’ channel,” he mumbles behind a scowl. 

You roll your eyes but gently toss him the remote regardless. He hums at his victory, catching it easily and flying through countless channels, eventually landing on some poorly produced scary movie from the early 2000s—and if it wasn't for his youngest brother wedged in between the two of you like a cushion, he’d be using the film as an excuse to cling onto you.

It's not long before the sound of a key in the lock softly rattles the front door, and a few seconds later, Rei enters quietly, almost like she's not trying to make a single sound. But when she sees two (and a half) silhouettes on the couch, she tosses her keys on the counter with a bit less caution.

“What a pleasant surprise this is,” her voice is teasing, but it’s all in good fun. She’s a soft woman, in her speech and touch—and the way Touya’s eyes glass over when they’re on her.

He barely lets his gaze stray from the film to flicker her way when he mumbles half-hearted a “hey, Ma.” You decide to be the adult in the situation and properly greet the woman of the house.

Slowly and carefully removing Shouto’s limp limbs from your lap, you manage to slide out from beneath his weight and stand up.

“Shouto didn’t feel well, so we gave him some medicine and let him lay with us for a bit,” you gesture to the sofa where he still snores while your boyfriend watches the movie and scoots away from the drool now pooling on the cushion beside him. 

“How sweet you two are,” she breathes, simultaneously thanking you while cheap-shotting Touya, knowing this had to be all your doing. 

Because it doesn’t take a genius to know that while he means well enough, there’s no way in hell it was Touya’s idea to cuddle up with his brother on a Friday night. 

“Are you staying the night?” she innocently asks, her gaze flickering to the stove clock and seeing it’s well past midnight. 

You make a mental note to kill Touya later for not telling his mother of your attendence. Politely, you decide to tread lightly, “If it's alright with you, please.” 

At the same time, Touya mumbles something from his spot on the couch about it being too dark out now for you to be driving anyways. 

“Of course,” she shrugs her jacket off, laying it on the back of a chair while getting herself a glass of water, “take Touya’s room, he’s fine on the couch.”

At that, your disinterested boyfriend is suddenly extremely intruiged with this conversation.

“No,” he nearly chokes on his own disbelief, “I’m not okay on the couch.”

“Don’t listen to him, take the bed,” Rei continues, completely ignoring her eldest son practically throwing a fit as he finally stands and scurries over to the two of you.

“We’re adults,” he heaves, though his whiny tone betrays his claim, “I think it’s safe to say we can sleep in the same bed, Ma.”

Rei deadpans as blunt as ever, looking her eldest dead in the eye without a shred of shame or subtly when she sighs.

“I’m too young to be a grandmother, Touya.”

You feel your skin grow hot, and you don’t miss the way Touya’s neck flushes also red as he curses under his breath. 

“The hell is wrong with you?” he rubs his eyes in irritation. “As if we’d ever try anything with all of you fuckin’ people here.”

You bite your tongue at the lie that webs through his teeth. As if that wasn't what you were doing in the first place when Shouto decided it was a convenient time to have a stomach ache.

With a silent wave of her hand, Rei seems to send Touya up to his room to both get it ready for you and grab whatever he needs for the couch. He does so wordlessly, but can’t help the dramatic sigh and heavy footsteps up the stairs along the way.

When Rei sees your nose crinkle at his theatrical antics, she shakes her head and reassures you.

“He’ll be fine.” 

She offers you a glass of water, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments.

It’s nice. For a house that's always breathing with hectic excitement, it’s refreshing to take in its small noises. The sound of the floorboards creaking beneath Touya’s footsteps above, the ice maker grinding and chiseling every few moments, the ceiling fan whirling against the metal of its own chain.

After a moment, Rei speaks up—and when you catch her eye, she’s admiring you with a different kind of softness you’ve yet to see on her. 

“We love having you here,” she delicately insists, before quietly adding, “all of us.”

Her comment warms you from the inside out. Like a fire in your chest, the genuity of her words spreads all throughout your veins and into each crevice of your body. It feels like home has eaten you alive. 

“I love being here,” you manage to whisper after a moment, “thanks for always having me.”

She returns easily, “Thank you for taking care of my baby.”

Your head turns to where the tiniest Todoroki quietly snores on the couch, “It’s no big deal, Shouto’s always great.”

“I wasn’t talking about Shouto,” Rei doesn't miss a beat, gently resting a loving hand on your shoulder.

Touya calls your name from upstairs, seemingly to let you know that his room is ready for you. You shoot Rei a smile that you hope does even a sliver of the happiness you're feeling justice before crawling upstairs.

Annoyance clear on his face, he points to his messily prepared bed with a mock kindness, “Your grace.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics but accept the bed nonetheless. One you’ve been in more times than you can count, but never without him, Touya’s bed is comfortable in all of the right places. The comforter isn’t too heavy for the summer heat, and his sheets smell like the perfect balance of his cologne and lingering cigarette smoke. 

You half expect Touya to give you a proper goodnight, but you should’ve known better, because instead of coming over to kiss you, he sulks to the doorway before whispering, “The second she’s asleep, I’m coming up.”

You do your best to sound strict behind your inching smile. “No, you’re not.”

Touya merely shrugs before gently closing the door, his pillow in his hand and a flickering look in his eye.

He keeps his word because precisely eight minutes after you hear Rei gently creep upstairs and close her bedroom door, another one opens and Touya’s lanky frame scurries in.

“Get out,” you half-heartedly threaten through a sleepy rasp.

His movements don't hesitate in the slightest. He continues to close the door slowly, securing it and creeping to his bed on his lightest steps. 

“This is my room,” he humbly reminds you.

“You’re gonna get us in trouble,” you attempt to reason with the unreasonable.

“Please,” he scoffs, shimmying himself beneath the covers and onto his flattened pillow, “she knew this was gonna happen the moment she sentenced me to that fuckin’ couch.”

Touya moves to spoon you, placing his hand on your stomach before you tense up and turn around to face him directly.

“We are not having sex,” you harshly remind him in a whisper.

You can practically see his stupid smirk when he replies, “Didn’t realize I was dating a nympho.”

He hears you kiss your teeth in annoyance, but when you move away from his hands, he shushes your complaints and halts your movements with a tightening grip.

“Hey, stop,” he whines, letting you turn around but forcing his way to nuzzle into the back of your neck.

“Just wanna lay with you,” he whispers into your back before gently nipping the skin and adding a sweet, “you gremlin.”

You gently scoff at that and settle beneath his touch, and the world almost feels like it stops spinning as the two of you cram into a twin size mattress Touya’s had since he was about eleven years old.  

“Thanks,” his voice quietly cuts through the silence of his bedroom, barely louder than the cicadas that chirp outside as he continues, “for helping the little asshole tonight. Pretty sure he was faking it, though.”

He feels you laugh through a huff of your nose, “Doesn’t matter, I was happy to be here.”

 Touya softly gnashes his ankles against yours when interlocking your legs together. You feel a tiny kiss on your exposed shoulder when he groggily speaks above the sound of the air conditioner.

“Think we were all happy for that.”

[askdamasky]

About This Blog

This is a Marble Hornets/Creepypasta ask blog featuring Masky and Tim Wright. This is a crossover blog which means my muses will be able to interreact with other Marble Hornets characters and OCs as well as ones from the Creepypasta fandom! What we do-

Roleplay with canon and ocs from both the Marble Hornets fandom as well as the Creepypasta fandom

Possible drawn answers as I deem fit

Headcanons galore!

Short drabbles featuring my boys and other characters from the fandoms

MUN questions/announcements

What we don't do-

S*xual roleplay of any type

Ab*se of any kind

Heavy acts of vi*lence or t*rture

We may touch on some hard topics here occasionally but all will come with the appropriate trigger warnings in the tags to prevent from upsetting others. Aside from that the longer rp threads will have a tag on them as well. If you do not want to see these threads blacklist 'long roleplay' If you have a question that you don't want others to see please let me know and I will post it privately just for you. Aside from that you can always DM me and we can discuss it but there will be NO RP in my DMs thank you! :>

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Meet The Muses

Tim Wright

Marble Hornets/Creepypasta

Age: 29

Height: 5’ 7”

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual

Disorders: Paranoid schizophrenia, seizures, anxiety, depression

Personality: Some may call him a broken man with how he sees the world but its more like he is cautious and tired. He has been through a lot in the past couple of years and his whole world has been shaken. Between seizures, massive bouts of depression as well as hearing and seeing things others can't he is more than a little stressed. He finds himself in odd places with no memory of leaving his home and it causes him to become extremely paranoid. He has a distrust for people and also doesn’t trust himself to be around them thanks to his ‘curse’ or ‘attachment’ to that weird faceless creature that peers into his home from the treeline. 

Headcanons

Had a massive mental break when his schizophrenia started to show in his early 20s causing him to be admitted. He stayed there for over a year before they got him on the right medication to help

While there he started to lose time and have gaps in memory resulting in him becoming confused and more than a little freaked out

Because of this he tends to be on edge when it comes to medical professionals as well as medical buildings and equipment

He is currently seeing a therapist, however, and has been working through his issues and learning coping mechanisms to assist him in everyday life. They have also been looking into his memory gaps but Tim refuses EMDR treatment to really look into it

There is a stray cat that has been trying to worm its way into the house and commonly walks with Tim on his evening walks

Lives just out of town in a rather run down home but the rent is cheap and he doesn’t mind a fixer upper

Is afraid of the dark and has a keychain flashlight for if he is outside when the sun goes down. Sometimes he loses himself and ‘wakes up’ somewhere out in the woods behind the house

Hasn’t stayed in touch with his college friends and is a bit of a recluse. Not leaving the house now that he has a work from home job

Has been trying to quit smoking but has found himself addicted to vaping now instead. Still not that great but he is trying

Tim has the ‘slender sickness’ which is assumed to be the reason behind his seizures but there is no true way to prove it really

Has a sort of Jekyll and Hyde situation with Masky as they are technically the same person. Tim just doesn’t know it other than his memory loss but even then he doesn’t think about himself having a whole different state of consciousness. His only clue is that white mask that keeps showing up in his house no matter how many times he throws it in the garbage

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Masky

Marble Hornets/Creepypasta

Age: 29

Height: 5’ 7”

Gender: Male (He/They)

Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual

Disorders: PTSD

Personality: Masky is a man of few words and some could call him the quiet type. The man doesn’t seem interested in others most of the time and only speaks his truths without concern of how the other person will take it. He has a knack for showing up to places seemingly out of nowhere and has a habit of staring as he sizes up whomever he has found. Masky works for/against the Operator/Slenderman in a constant push/pull relationship with the creature. He is often trying to scare others away from the creature’s haunting grounds but it doesn’t always work. He will never stop trying.

Headcanons

Has quite the temper but is not physically aggressive towards others unless his life or wellbeing is on the line

Does not work for the Operator/Slenderman by choice but has a pretty strong connection to it. Often times his time is spent trying to get away from the creature rather than actually do any of its dirty work

Is ‘technically’ considered a proxy to the Operator/Slenderman though he isn't a very obedient one which causes a lot of headache

Loses his sense of self and free will when the Operator/Slenderman is too close and results in him doing the creature's bidding. This mostly includes stalking and kidnapping though he has had times where he has to get violent

Has the ‘slender sickness’ which results in a lot of coughing and seizure like fits though he is not diagnosed with seizures (he would never go to any medical facility to get it checked out)

Knows of some of the other proxies though he only ever works with one nicknamed ‘Hoodie’ though he doesn’t really feel one way or the other about the rest

Masky knows about Tim in their odd situation though he doesn’t really care about him. Masky is only ever thinking of himself and his own needs rather than an alternate state of consciousness he has no communication with. He also doesn't WANT any communication either

[annlillyjose]

Rock Salt – WIP Intro

hello again! on today’s news, your girl has a new wip aka something to fixate on and mould her life around for the next couple of months (or years). and because i cannot keep any exciting news to myself, here’s a wip intro.

but before we head into that, here’s a little backstory to how it happened. i finished writing dairy whiskey, i worried about my brain being incapable of forming new book ideas, two to three days after i get this new book idea that i’m totally hooked on, struggles to find a name, names it, decides to go forward with it, so again, here it is – rock salt!

here are the specifics:

disclaimer: this is an original work of fiction. plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated. don’t be a pathetic loser.

genre: literary fiction

pov: first person retrospective

structure: probably going to be just full-length chapters

projected word count: 50k

concept: identical twins rain and norah move out of their family home for college where they purse two different degrees, live with different people in separate homes, and fall in troubles of their own. these begin to affect each other and they grow apart, being forced to navigate the the most confusing part of their lives – their shared existence as twins.

aesthetics/vibes: indigo skies, the beach, moths, seawater, salty breeze, chopping off one’s hair because existential crisis and queerness, lesbian relationships, house parties, fire, gloomy days where you feel like it’s going to rain but it doesn’t, cheap housing, bad grades, rotten food in the fridge, the moon, hanging plants, weed and local flowers

CHARACTERS

if you’ve heard these names before, no you haven’t, but again, they’re from twinepathy – the short story i wrote nearly three years back and scrapped afterwards. i tried to create new characters for this book but they feel like the perfect fit, so here they are.

norah

18

lesbian, she/they

her real name is eleanor

the protagonist and the narrator

studies political science

shoulder-length black hair, dark brown eyes, 5'3, skinny, wheat-coloured skin

always wears basic t-shirts or sweatshirts with a pair of mom jeans

distant, secretive, in constant disapproval of everything

strives on academic validation (and is being too hard on herself to bring in good grades)

rain

also 18

aroace, she/her

her real name is lorraine

studies painting and the applied arts

long black hair, dark brown eyes, 5'3, skinny, wheat-coloured skin

is a goofball, sunshine and rainbows, has a lot of friends, is extremely talented in her art, golden retriever energy with some drama to be unleashed

cannot keep her mouth shut so ends up in trouble with norah

don’t want to introduce them officially, because they’re not key characters, but here’s a little info on their older sisters –

harper

23

is called harp

is a high school geography teacher

engaged to her college boyfriend

oldest child in an asian household (i guess that’s saying enough)

violet

21

is called viv

the neglected middle child

in her last year of a nursing degree

wanted to study music but was too scared to bring it up to her parents and ended up being stuck at a hospital

plans to go abroad and marry a rich guy

well, that’s all i’ve got for you today. i haven’t started writing this book yet and i think i won’t until i finish editing dairy whiskey in august. i think i’ll start in september and then hopefully do nanowrimo for it in november. i’m super excited to work on it because it’s so different from dairy whiskey in a lot of aspects. but i’m discovery writing (as always) and we’ll just have to see where it goes. but until i come back with an update for this book, you take care, stay hydrated, water your plants, and eat a second dessert tonight.

– ann

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[worldsewage]

Kingyoto 6, 10, 11, 23, 30, GO (is this what we mean by ask game am I doing this right) (also this is all from the surface tier 0 my brain got overloaded with information when i tried reading the rest)

6. Living situation; where do they live? How did they end up there?

Kingyoto lives in an extremely cheap apartment area outside of Inkopolis, sort of in an awkward area at the outskirts of the city, close enough to Inkopolis to get there in an 30 minute drive, but not far enough to be in the Calamari County / Farmland region at the far east… one day I’ll redo my Homerun Map so this makes more sense hehe. The area he lives in already has a few salmonids in the apartment, so it’s designed for semi-aquatic gill having water-folk. So he doesn’t need to install any new beds and stuff. The water pressure is high, has one of the tank beds, has a few humidifiers… etc..,

I think Fido has definitely almost accidentally killed himself in this shower before since the water pressure is high, there’s a large crank in the shower you can switch to turn the water into a fine mist so it’s not heavy water, this is a requirement of houses in Inkling Heavy Areas.

10. Any hobbies? Where did they begin?

Plant life botany and assembling terrariums + tanks. It just in general makes him happier, and since he loves to cook he likes to use his tanks to cultivate richer plantlife and veggies. They spruce up the place and he likes having something to look after or he’ll get pretty depressed.

11. What do their hobbies mean to them?

It’s in a way a taste of home away from home, sure it’s not exclusively a Salmonid Thing— but the humid-heavy environments, maintaining temperature, it kind of reminds him of the shoddy always-breaking house he grew up in that was always leaky and had tubes that were clogged. He likes to take care of these little pain-in-the-ass set ups because he likes to feel a sense of control in what he sees as a mini-household. And his shrimps need him.

23. Do they have a daily routine? Do they enjoy it, did they choose it?

For sure, he’s got a calendar, work, chores, errands, repeat. It’s not really the life he ever intended to want but he’s never really had big plans for himself. He likes it, I think, I don’t think he ever tries to think too hard about it 😭…he stays active and does what makes him happy, he’s not a pastry chef or whatever he dreamed of as a kid but it works.

30. Are they easily amused? Or is it a lost cause trying to entertain them?

FOR SURE ME THINKS. I mean Yes as in hes easy to please and if you crack even like a SEMBLANCE of a joke he’ll start snickering. People usually don’t talk to him since he’s a Salmonid living in Inkopolis so his existence is seen as a “sore subject”, but I think if anyone’s nice to him or gets a little silly he’d get giddy and sort of have an overreaction and would later apologize for it like a weirdo…. What are u doing Kingyoto… you are Alive and with EMOTIONS.

[usmsgutterson]

did u know ao3 has no jesper x male fics??? IT IS ABSOLUTELY CRIMINALLL 😭😭😭😭

can i pls req a jesper fluff 🤭🤭 i dont rlly have a preference for how u do it, just like playful flirting and confessions 🫶🏼

thank you :)

Light of The Moon- J.F x Male! Reader

Okay, judging by your comment about ao3, I went ahead and made this an x male! reader and it is pretty damn fluffy lol. I'm sorry that this took me like, two weeks, I just couldn't figure out how to start this for the life of me and only after I figured it out did I proceed.

I hope you like this one! I leaned more into the confession aspect then I did the flirting because I cannot write anything better than half decent flirting for the life of me, but I hope you like this if you read it kind nonnie.

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- mentions of lungs being given away (Jesper says he would've given his left lung up) mentions of blades, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption. I'm also tired and this is largely unedited but we die like matthias in this house

Spring was an odd, but a lovely, time of year. It was the in between as far as weather was concerned. Some days called for rainstorms, others were humid and breezeless, though more often than not, it was a perfect blend of the two extremes.

That day, the day that Jesper graced your door with a candle, some tea, and a few good books, it was rainy. You could hear the pitter-patter of rain against the window that stood two feet above your bed and was connected to the ceiling, and you'd let it be the soundtrack to your routine that day.

Waking up and eating two of the cinnamon buns you'd bought from a bakery in the Geldcanal, not far out from where Wylan had lived with his mother.

Brushing your teeth, showering, getting dressed, grabbing your umbrella and your bag and getting a ride on a cheap coach to the University District, where you took your classes and ignored the intense headache that kicked in halfway through your day. Going home, doing a few hours behind the bar at the Crow Club.

The rain still continued close to eleven bells, after you'd grabbed your cheque for two weeks of work from Kaz and when Jesper showed at your door, two teas in hand, a candle, lighter, and a few books in a satchel draped over a shoulder.

"Mind if I steal your company for a bit, love?"

You scoffed. "You needn't flirt with me, Jesper, not if company is your goal," you said. "I would legitimately drop everything just to hear you laugh, so the flirting isn't necessary."

It was Jespers turn to scoff. "Well then, as far as flirting is concerned, it seems you've become my competition."

"Loser goes against Nina," you suggested as Jesper passed you the tea he'd grabbed. Jespers face showed horror for a moment before he relaxed.

"She'd beat us in a minute," he said. "No chance either of us would win that fight. I think I watched her make eyes at a pair of boots she liked once."

You laughed, took a sip of the tea Jesper had brought along. "Thank you for the tea, by the way. Needed it more than I thought."

Jesper only shrugged in response, incredible grin coming to his face easily.

"It's no problem, love," he said, the grin turning into a smirk. He'd been using that nickname for you since you'd known him, claiming he liked the way it made you flustered.

You'd taken that for what it was, chosen to remain selectively oblivious every time he used it and your heart gave a funny flitter in response.

"I've missed you," Jesper spoke into the silence. "Kaz has had me swept up in jobs and—"

You accidentally cut Jesper off with a nod. He'd been swept up in jobs for Kaz, you'd been swept up trying to graduate from university in one piece as midterms approached and your workload grew more by the day. A literature degree, as it turned out, was not all that you hoped it would be. It wasn't anything short of difficult and it was nothing if not occasionally mildly inconvenient.

"I've missed you more," you said. "Academia, especially in lit, is not easy. I regret this degree sometimes. Miss the jobs, the thrill of it."

Jesper laughed. "Ah, so you miss the jobs more than me?"

You shook your head. Jesper was your best friend, the guy who you'd been in love with since you enrolled in at Ketterdam University and met him in your first week. The jobs may have been worth it because of the money, but ultimately, jobs be damned.

You'd gotten the degree so that you wouldn't be reliant upon crime-based income as it were after having lived as a member of the Dregs for nearly a year and a half when you'd enrolled. But, there was a part of you that knew you'd happily give the degree up if it meant you never had to go more than a week without seeing Jesper, without hearing his jokes and responding to his quips with wit quicker than a blade.

"Never," you said. "I've missed you like hell, though. Seriously. I've missed you much it's not even funny."

Jesper laughed as he lit the candle, and an easy conversation went on. Jesper discussed the job that he'd just been on, and in turn, you discussed the mundanities of university life.

"I came round to talk about something," Jesper said after a few moments had passed, taking a sip of his tea absentmindedly. You took a sip of yours, dread filling you from head to toe.

"Anything good?" You asked.

"Depends on if you feel the same way," Jesper said, a nervous laugh prickling at the end of his sentence. "I uh—silences have never really been my forte, as you've been able to guess. I don't know when it happened, but we've known each other so long and it just kind of did, and I understand if you don't—"

A grin spread on your face before you could stop it. "Are you in love with me, Jesper Fahey?"

"Am I that easily read?" Jesper asked.

You grinned, shrugging. "I've loved you since I saw you at the Boeksplein on my first day at campus," you said. "I saw you and I just thought that—"

Jesper blinked. He'd recalled turning, meeting your gaze and silently recognizing you when he saw you maybe a week and a half later at the Slat, brandy in hand as you poured over something from your course load. He remembered striking a conversation about it, too.

"I watched you take notes on the book you were reading for a classic lit division my first night at the Slat," Jesper recalled. "I remember. I approached, started a conversation, and I fell in love almost right off the bat. It was the brandy that got me, I think. Brandy shows good taste."

You laughed a bit as Jesper came to sit to your right. "That night?" You asked. "I looked a mess that night, and you fell in love with me then?"

"You didn't look a mess," Jesper disagreed. You remembered that night in near perfect detail. You'd been wearing a Ketterdam University jumper that all first years got in the welcome kits they were given at the campus entrance, a maroon colored one with gray sweatpants. Your hair was a mess from running your hands through it so much, your fingertips stained with ink by the time that Jesper had approached.

"I absolutely did, Jes," you disagreed.

Jesper thought on it for a few moments. "All right," he said. "I concede. You looked a mess."

You nodded your agreement.

"But you were quite the mess that day," Jesper said. "The sight of you sent me into a gay panic that Inej made fun of me over, and I think right then I would've given my left lung just to kiss you."

You laughed, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

"I really would've," Jesper said. "Still would, I think."

"You don't have to give anything up to kiss me," you said. "The feeling is mutual, seriously."

Jesper grinned, and you pulled your forehead off his shoulder, standing and setting the to-go mug of tea you held onto your dresser. Jesper did the same, and then you both were leaning in.

"May I?" Jesper asked.

You grinned, nodding as your arms came to rest on either of his shoulders where his wrapped around your waist. "Jesper, I have waited for you to kiss me for four years. Please do."

And then his lips were on yours and you were so happy that it felt almost earth shattering, contentment flowing through you like it never had.

He pulled away, grinning. "I love you," he whispered, lips still ghosting yours. "I have loved you as long as I've known you."

"Ditto," you whispered, and he was laughing, and your lips were on his again and you were so content that it was almost dizzying.

You spent the remainder of the night in each others company, the both of you exchanging kisses and talking in the light of the moon. You felt like your life was perfect, and you wouldn't've had it any other way

[museenkuss]

Hi Marie! What does B540 Girl mean?

Hi! :) In short, it refers to a girl who wears Baccarat Rouge 540, a very strong perfume. On public transport, sitting in the same cart as someone like this can be really, really annoying (or worse, depending on your nose, your allergies, and other factors the "B540 Girl on the Train"TM doesn't care about). So basically, what I was saying was "we can be sure we're not the type of person who wears a very heavy fragrance, disregarding the needs of the people around them".

There is more to say about this specific example, however - regarding current trends, greed and luxury, respect and status symbols, etc. I got carried away and did say it, and you're welcome to read it if you'd like! :) You don't have to, though, the short version sums up what I meant in the ask)

Baccarat Rouge 540 is a scent created by Francis Kurkdijan, a perfumer who has created a lot of very popular fragrances for different fragrance houses over the years. This scent, he created for his own brand, Maison Francis Kukrdijan. So the fragrance is sometimes shortened to "Baccarat Rouge" or, more cryptically, "B540 by MFK". This is a niche brand, which means a bottle will cost you between 250-450€.

The scent is incredibly popular and currently, we live in a time were "dupe" has become a very accepted concept. When I was a teenager, we called those counterfeits "knock offs" or "fakes" and the mere concept was embarrassing. So, in other words: The market is flooded with B540 knock offs. Zara sells one, for example. Kurkdijan himself has produced similar scents for other houses before creating this one for his own brand, for example Burberry Her Elixir. Cloud by Ariana Grande is also said to be very similar, but I'm not sure whether he created it. You'll find hundreds of tiktok girlies proudly showing off their fake B540s online and discussing which knock off is most convincing. Shein culture for perfume. Which is unfortunate, because the scent itself is most definitely very well done - FK is no doubt a skilled perfumer. However, this scent to me is always connected to this tacky greed that sticks to dupe culture. "How can I get this for cheaper?" - this is not meant to attack people who can't afford perfume this expensive. I think most of us would think three times before spending 250€. BUT the shein haul mindset of "if I get the knockoff of this, I can ALSO get the knockoff of that, and the knockoff of that, too, since it's all so cheap anyways" is very gross to me. It's pure greed and gluttony, there's no love or respect for the actual product anymore. --- Again, this doesn't apply to everyone who buys knockoff perfumes or tries to get a fragrance that is similar to one they like but can't afford. I have nothing negative to say to these people, I know what it's like. I'm saying that unfortunately, to me personally, B450 has become a symbol for a specific kind of gluttony.

To sum up this part: The scent is very popular. It's a status symbol, but you can also douse yourself in dupes and similar scents for a very wide range of prices.

As for the scent: This scent is very strong. Again, it's popular and taste is subjective. It's extremely sweet, smells of red fruits with something "deeper" that to me feels as if you're eating a bunch of mushed, sugared fruits (strawberries, red currant..?) with a handful of dirt thrown in. It grinds between my teeth. I notice when people wear this scent (or a similar one) around me, and it quickly becomes oppressive to me. I probably don't notice every single girl who wears a variation of this scent, but since it IS so very popular where I live, whenever I go out (shopping, uni, public transport), I'm very likely to encounter at least one person that smells like this. Strongly and oppressively. This also slips into another conversation around a current trend where the goal is to smell "so the whole room can smell you" - which is wildly inconsiderate not only to people with allergies, but also jsut to normal people who don't want to be trapped with your perfume. It's the equivalent of playing tiktoks on your phone on public transport. But once more, I don't want to hint that every girl who wears this fragrance (or a similar one) just showers in it, ignorant towards the damage she's doing to the people in her surroundings. It's a strong perfume, and when you get too used to is, you might end up overdoing it without noticing. OR, also an option: I notice is especially because the scent isn't pleasant to me.

To summarise: to me a "B450 girl" is someone who smells very strongly of a fragrance without regard or respect for the people around her, and who's a slave to fast fashion ideas of trendiness. It's a symbol more than a real person, and as such, it's a symbol for trends that are both inconsiderate and tacky.

[vetinarivimesy]

Okay okay okay. I'm enough of a nerd that yes I own those damned Disney Star Wars themepark cookbooks, and I've been steadily working my way through most of the recipes in them.

Mostly the recipes are a great balance of fun, interesting, and vaguely deliberately shifted around a really solid base to make it just a little unfamiliar so it's 'space' themed. But actually something you'd be willing to cook, without a million and a half rather finnicky steps and a ton of things to wash up before the thing even meets heat.

(With one or two minor SNAFUs caused by ye olde separated by a common language - tomato paste vs tomato puree woops)

But ahem, anyway that 'spicy' Mandalorian stew, ey?

For all of the advertised heat in the thing... You essentially end up with a rather tasty Japanese style curry with couscous in it, rather than rice on the side.

Nice? Yes.

Spicy? No not really. Even compared to other similarly mild curries, and taking spicy to mean spiced not hot. The Japanese style curry this recipe seems to be based around somewhat infamously comes from the bland for the UK-palette generic curry powder of the Victorians...

Sooo. I am spitefully choosing to follow a large chunk of fandom's example and picking bits of Star Wars at random to pick and choose my canon from... I'm now taking that recipe as 'proof' that Mandalorian cooking... really isn't all that hot.

And yes, I made that Pog soup too. Tasty? Yeah sure. Spicy? ...Eh?

And again, spitefully logicking my way through, which culture is always depicted in the films as actually extremely multicultural, and actually allows its members to retain their home traditions from their roots, and actually is based loosely around Asia rather than the old colonising empire building bounty hunters and rogues mashed with Knights Templar thing that is still the bulk of what the Mandos have?

The Jedi.

Who, notably, are absolutely missing any representation whatsoever in either of the two Disney-era Star Wars cookbooks. Since the setting is post the second Jedi genocide in the Skywalker Saga...

So whilst I'm now headcanoning, Mando food as all bark and very little bite, spitefully and based solely off of a very dubious bit of 'canon'.

I can also with impunity go, Sichuan cooking for the Jedi? Yes. Yes. Yes. Genuinely interesting Indian cuisine? Sure why not? Spicy Uzbek style stews? Great! Shakshouka as fiery as you can get it for breakfast? Amazing! Enough spicy kefta to feed fifty ravenous knights? Fabulous!

There's a brisk, and expensive given they're just cheap space-ramen, trade in the Jedi Temple sector of Coruscant of all the numerous flavours of Space-Buldak Chilli Noodles, since the Padawans basically live off of them.

Swimming in chilli already? Well that's not hot enough for old Master Rancisis! Add more! And don't forget the numbing peppercorns, that's Master Sifo-Dyas's favourite part!

Cue a fanfic, with the usual increasingly irritating set-up. Ahahaha, lets laugh at the culture that supposedly eats nothing but the blandest thing on the menu encounter the Manly Men we only eat the Hottest Vindaloo because we're hard! culture... And... Nope, nosiree the Mandos cannot handle it at all, cue much blue milk chugging, and not from the jedi half of the contingent. Despite all their showboating about how spicy they love their spicy spicy stew, they're like the old stereotype about white Brits in an Indian Curry House in Goodness Gracious Me.

(Seriously still far too spitefully amused that the official 'Spicy Mandalorian Stew' recipe produced bland but tasty comfort food in reality.)

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Let us all accept, right here, right now, that we are living through a climate emergency and our stocks of polar bears are running extremely low. I join you in this view. I truly do.

Now, what are we to do about this huge problem facing humanity? What can we in Britain do? We can only do one thing. You know why? This country is responsible for two percent of global carbon emissions. Which means that if Britain was to sink into the sea right now, it would make absolutely no difference to the issue of climate change.

You know why? Because the future of the climate is going to be decided in Asia and in Latin America by poor people who couldn't give a shit about saving the planet. It's going to be decided by poor people in Asia and Latin America who don't care about saving the planet. You know why?

Because they're poor.

I come from Russia, which is not a poor country, it's a middle-income country. Twenty percent of households in Russia do not have an indoor toilet. What they have is an outdoor toilet. And I don't mean one of those nice portaloos that we get here. I don't even mean a Glastonbury portaloo. I mean a wooden shack with a hole in the ground, that holds the collected fermented memory of the last 10,000 visits.

How many of you are going to go home tonight and say, let's rip out our bathroom and erect a Siberian shit-house in the back garden?

And if you're not, why should they?

A hundred and twenty million people in China do not have enough food. I don't mean that they don't get dessert. I mean they suffer from malnutrition. That means that their immune system is breaking down because they don't have enough food. You're not going to get them to stay poor.

[...]

You are not going to get these people to stay poor. You're not even going to get them to not want to be richer.

And so I put it to you ladies and gentlemen, there is only one thing we can do in this country to stop climate change, and that is to make scientific and technological breakthroughs that will create the clean energy that is not only clean, but also cheap.

The only thing that wokeness has to offer in exchange is to brainwash bright young minds like you to believe that you are victims. To believe that you have no agency. To believe that what you must do to improve the world is to complain, is to protest, is to throw soup on paintings.

And we on this side of the house are not on this side of the house because we do not wish to improve the world. We sit on this side of the house because we know that the way to improve the world is to work, is to create, it is to build.

And the problem with woke culture is that it's trained too many young minds like yours to forget about that.

==

Wokeness cannot build or create. It was never intended to. You can’t fix climate change with postmodern deconstruction, or address third-world famine with Marxian discourse analysis.

The only way to solve our problems is through the same disciplines that wokeness is actively trying to deconstruct, decolonize and destroy (at least partly out of academic envy): science and the evidence based social sciences. You can’t build a bridge with woke math.

That is, humoring this reality-untethered ideology is the exact opposite thing we need to be doing. We need more hard science, more blasphemous ideas (nuclear? gasp!), more of what liberal society does best. We need to rid ourselves of these idiotic navel-gazing distractions. We need to ignore the shrill scolding of society’s least stable. We need to get back to everything we’ve done before to successfully solve our problems.

Here is the graph of human poverty over the last 200 years, from Our World in Data.

We crossed the 50% threshold somewhere between 1960 and 1970. Somewhere around 1965, only about 60 years ago, more people were not in extreme poverty than were.

We didn’t do that by entertaining bored elite academics redefining words for political ends. We didn’t do it by acquiescing to ideologues trying to piggyback their personal hobbyhorse onto every endeavour. We did it by understanding and addressing objective reality as it actually stands.

“Lived experience” will not save the planet. Science will.

[grandhotelabyss]

Thoughts on Hemmingway? I am so ignorant of literature, that I kinda have to take people like Logo Daedalus for their word when he says that he is basically a hacky Bukowski writter. Still I read "The Man and the Sea" and thought it was alright, but still, I'm not sure if it's just do to my more than limited knowledge and experience with real literature or if Logo's takes on literature are also "flawed" (like I dont take him serious in shit like tv shows, like he was praising that shitty "The chosen" show till it had some neocon austerity propoganda in it, ignoring how cynically "soulles" and cheap it was from the start ((also trying to say the live action One Piece isnt totall garbage which should be obvious to everybody, but thats just my own pet peeve lol))

Judgments of Hemingway have been so wrapped up in political signaling and counter-signaling since at least the advent of second-wave feminism that it's hard to know what to say—and in a different sort of signaling and counter-signaling, this time aesthetic, about the merits of minimalism vs. maximalism in narrative prose.

Politically, Hemingway was still the paragon of male chauvinism when I was educated, whereas he has now re-appeared, thanks largely to Ken Burns's (very good) PBS documentary, as the disabled trans heroine we've been waiting for. I tend to look on those kinds of shifts with amusement, since they are essentially academic squabbles, but I am glad we've caught up to his posthumous queer novel, The Garden of Eden, which I read this year and found excellent despite its supposedly being unfinished. (I think it is finished; he just knew he couldn't publish it in the '50s.) It's obviously a book written at white heat; it feels like it might combust in your hand.

The quality of that novel aside, and of The Sun Also Rises, I tend to believe he's best approached as a poet: a writer who explored his unique sensibility in his particular epoch in a brand-new style, a style that transformed not only his own language but several other languages as well (he was and remains beloved in France, Russia, China...). He is a lyric writer, fundamentally, and had a lyric writer's effect: on the very way we speak and write. His American renovation of English, his new democratization of literature, makes him a 20th-century Walt Whitman. He was also, though he didn't flaunt it, a very learned man who knew exactly what he was doing. He didn't write simply because he was stupid!

On the other hand, he's bound to look inadequate next to a preternaturally gifted true novelist like Faulkner, who was rather an American Shakespeare. Faulkner's own critique of Hemingway—here comes the minimalism vs. maximalism debate—was that he did not show courage as a writer, that, in other words, his famously rigorous style was too controlled and even too populist to touch greatness. I probably agree with this, less as a critique of Hemingway at his best than as a critique of the idea of making him the model writer whom everyone had to imitate, which is what he became in the middle of the 20th century and in some creative-writing pedagogy.

(Minimalism and maximalism should be thought of as techniques always available to any writer, to be used depending on the needs of a particular project. Even my own work exhibits both extremes, with The Quarantine of St. Sebastian House and The Class of 2000 more toward the Hemingway end of the spectrum and Portraits and Ashes and Major Arcana more toward the Faulkner. The power of the great late-20th-century American novelists—McCarthy, Morrison, DeLillo—is that they could do both, often in a single book.)

Speaking personally, I fell in love with Hemingway when I discovered him as a teen. I always had a tendency to write purple prose, so I needed to learn that minimalist lesson, and I found him at just the right time for it. Before I read him, I never knew you could do so much with so little. I could see even then that he was uneven, that The Old Man and the Sea was labored and portentous and A Farewell to Arms beautifully written but not much of a novel, compared to the perfect crystalline crispness of short stories like "Soldier's Home" or "In Another Country" or even the taut, dramatic The Sun Also Rises.

(I've never read For Whom the Bell Tolls, I should admit; you probably need to read that one to form a complete judgment.)

In short, I like Hemingway, I even love Hemingway. I would not put him in the front rank of the novelists, but I would put him in the front rank of artists who work in language, if you get my distinction. If you want to know where to start with Hemingway, I would get either a selection of short stories or The Sun Also Rises, not The Old Man and the Sea.

[mimics-dom]

The most delicate of flowers

This is a vent post more than anything. I just need to scream in a place where the people I see day in and day out are unlikely to see

I will start by saying that the pandemic has yet to end for my household. We are still in a petty heavy quarantine. We don't go places and when we do we are masked.

Now to back up and explain why. My household consists of myself, my husband, my best friend, and my husband's best friend who is also the husband of my best friend, and one other. I playfully refer to the four of us as a platonic polycule. It's not an untrue statement. Anyway, my best friend is immunocompromised in a big way. The immunosuppressants she's been on completely wiped out her immune system to the point that vaccines don't really stick and she can get sick just from breathing in mold particles. Needless to say, we are VERY careful... or at least... the four of us are.

Our fifth wheel, a roommate that has been in the house longer than my husband and I have, isn't as careful. Before Covid hit, he and his primary GF lived with us in this very large house. After Covid hit, and it was expressed that we needed to take EXTRA care because of the frail state of my best friend's health, said girlfriend moved out and started living with one of her other BFs.

After a year+ of WfH and having no contact with the outside world, a few of us, the other roommate included, were going a little stir crazy. We talked and decided that it would be okay to take back up some of our hobbies, so long as we were careful and always wore masks around others. Another conversation with the 5th roommate about his love life and how it was hurting his mental state not to be able to be physically around his partners led to the house deciding it would be okay if they came over to visit him so long as they were not sick or had not been exposed to Covid. He agreed.

Fast forward to 2024. We are still in quarantine, as I said at the beginning of this post. We probably will be for the rest of my best friend's life. I am completely fine with this. She is my precious and delicate flower that must stay in a terrarium set up very specially for her heath and safety. I know that if I didn't want to "deal" with the stipulations of that terrarium that I could just move out. I would rather be with her and be separate from the world then be with the world and be separate from her. Our fifth wheel on the other hand... he wants the cheap rent of living with us, but doesn't really like the fact that he has to live up to the condition, and in fact has become lax on his end. Yesterday he informed the house that the girlfriend that had been over all weekend had just tested positive for Covid. During that weekend she was in our kitchen while myself, my husband, and my husband's best friend were in the kitchen... Which means that all 3 or us were also exposed to her. So for the rest of the week I will be wearing a mask while in my own house to keep my best friend safe, her own husband can't be close to her until we are sure that our exposure didn't result in us catching it... we have also been in the same room as our roommate after he was exposed and didn't know... and I am just tired. Tired of dealing with people who aren't willing to go to the extremes we need to to keep my best friends safe and then think they can still just walk into our carefully created terrarium, people who think it's unfair that they should have to live by those standards while living in said terrarium. And I know she is tired too. Tired of always being "The bad guy", but she isn't and will never be a bad guy to me. She is my precious delicate flower and I will do everything I can, and everything I must to insure that I get to keep her in my life for many years to come.

[tetsunabouquet]

So, I finally recovered a bit emotionally. I've already spoken a bunch of times about my neighbors from hell upstairs, but at the end of the hallway there is a couple living there. I think I spoken about them before too as the wife can be really annoying. However, they can be more then annoying as both she and her husband have a lot of anger issues. Her husband chased me down the hallway over a simple typical neighbor dispute, calling me a 'cancerous bitch' when I was like, 19 or 20 years old? This dispute has been growing more of an occurence since they had their son and yesterday it got so bad that the wife was screaming at me from the hallway ( I was inside) that she would break every bone in my body and put our cats on fire if she ever spotted them walking in the hallway (we can close off the doors and create a mini-garden space in the hallways and they have also done that, we often let our cats out in ours). She had lost it so badly that I had to call the cops on her and ensure that I could actually leave the house for grocery shopping without her jumping on me. Aside from the threats, she called me an egocentric bitch, a stinking whore and because she knows I am autistic she also threw some ableist remarks my way. I felt so scared and hurt yesterday that I nearly threw up when I was walking back home from grocery shopping as I was so fearful of seeing her at the hallway again. My stomach still clenches paintfully whenever I even think of her and yesterday. I barely was able to sleep, because her screaming just continued to echo in my head. I am trying to hold on to hope. Because we finacially have climbed our way back from the extreme poverty I endured in my early teens, we have enough that if we save just a few thousands more for covering the personal costs of a mortgage, me and my mom can actually buy a home at the countryside! It's not much, but it's enough that we have options like a cheap small village farm which has always been our dream because my mom could turn the stalls into her own private living space and I can have the house. I just need to be a little more patient and show those fucking hillbillies that they can't break me and are setting themselves up for failure with their almost Karen-like delusions.

[idontknowstudios-writes]

(Bi-)Weekly WIPS Workshop! 28/04/2024

All of my newest and shiniest wips worked on this week, all in one place!

If you see one that catches your eye, say something!!

Under the cut;

Works of note List of works in my "save for later" tab

*ignore vegeta

fandom key; TGCF = Heaven Official's Blessing MHA = My Hero Academia (They make crossovers really easy, okay?) AC = Assassination Classroom DC = DC Comics SPA = South Park GIJOE = Genshin Impact DOEV = Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess CSM = Chainsaw Man

WORKS OF NOTE;

Untitled (Mononoke/Demon Slayer)

Shapeshifting Tanuki Kagomei and the Medicine Seller Kusuriuri find themselves in the entertainment district hunting a mononoke. (lots of ideas for this to make it long form, going from the entertainment district arc to the sunset countdown arc, but it would take a lot of work)

Untitled (Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess)

Reynold Ekhart gets sent back to the very bigenning of the story by Vinter after his sister Penelope dies and the kingdom falls to the hands of Leila. He decides to do everything in his power to stop that from happening; lots of fluff with penelope and Vinter/Reynold heavy. (I have three chapters already completed, ~5000 words total. I'm in love with this fic) I WANNA WRITE THIS ONE SO BAD BRO BUT ITS SO HARD T_T

High School Sweethearts (Young Justice)

This is a rewrite of an extremely old work I *think* is still up somewhere on like; wattpad of all places. Main character is Renner Opal, a french gothamite under the alias "Anemoi" that just so happens to be there during Cadmus and gets recruited by Robin because the two become very close after Renner sustains a nearly fatal injury. Renner/Robin is the endgame. The story is basically already written, but I have to go back and rewrite everything because I wrote all of that over two years ago. It's a nightmare. There is also a mildly planned out sequel set to happen in season three, i think?

Untitled Crackfic (DC Comics/South Park)

Kenny moved to Gotham with his family due to how cheap they found an apartment there. Everyone promptly dies, except for kenny of course. A year later, Butters is kicked out of his house and calls kenny for the first time since he's moved. The bats see two kids living on a roof and say "we need to protecc"

Untitled (CSM)

No one has died au; intro to a new oc named Yoshiki who is a mysterious devil that hasn't revealed any of their abilities just yet. The oc is not op, just lies a lot, and his super top secret motivation is that she just wants a family.

Untitled (Demon Slayer)

Sequel to "Come Here Dearest"!! Giyuu & Obanai centric with some Mitsuri and others planned to be there towards the end. Super underdevelopped at the moment, I'm still thinking on it

Untitled (Demon Slayer)

Demon OC "Eishin Katou" was a demon slayer before he got turned, and after being turned was restrained and subdued by his mentor (unnamed as of now :/). He now still takes on missions and works mostly alone so that no one finds out he's a demon. That is until he's sent to the entertainment district, and he can barely stop himself from biting the hashira he's bandaging up. Uzui recognizes that he's a demon, but also that he's showing a lot of restraint and not attacking easy prey. Hashira meeting ensues, and then ??? i dunno, we'll see

[nevergiveuponyourdreamss]

Advice for oversea student to the UK

1. Investigate!

Do some research on the city before coming to the UK.

Instead of the school you will go to,

To your accommodation,

 To the places you plan to visit,

Airports,

Transportation facilities,

Shopping opportunities 

Be sure to look it up on the internet.

2. Prepare yourself for a different culture!

Remember that you come to a different culture. Their homes, their food, their lives are completely different. The places where you will stay may be smaller and less comfortable than the houses in Turkey. In Western culture, houses are small because people spend less time in their homes than we do. But don't worry, you won't be bored. The house you are staying in will most likely have a garden or a beautiful park within a maximum of ten minutes' walk. England's parks are famous. When we say parks, the parks here are not places where there are a few dusty trees and moldy children's toys squeezed between neighborhoods, as in our country. Even the small ones are green and clean places with hundred-year-old trees, starting from three-five thousand square meters. You will have opportunities for walking, rest and sports.

3. Everyone who lives in the UK is used to its citizens, foreigners, students and tourists. For this reason, there are people you can easily talk to wherever you hang out. Do not be afraid to speak incorrectly, it is considered normal to make mistakes when speaking, they will understand you and help you. For example, I was going to Turkey for the Christmas holidays.That's why I bought a ticket from Bournemouth to Heathrow Airport and then to Stansted Airport. But I missed my second bus because my first bus left late. I told the people working at Heathrow Airport about my problem. They had found me another ticket to catch up. I took the bus we found and arrived at the airport just in time.

4. Public transport in the UK is very easy. Metro and bus maps are prepared in a clear and understandable way. You can easily reach wherever you want.

5. In intercity transportation, trains are good if you buy an early ticket. You will reach your destination city comfortably and quickly. You can go to the most remote corners of the country. Apart from that, intercity buses are also cheap. It is a convenient means of transportation for students.

6. The British are known for indifferent. To some extent, they are, but they are extremely polite compared to other European nations. Use "please" and "sorry" a lot in this country. It would be a real shame if you don't use it where it is needed. One thing in particular, which I would like to point out, is the "queue culture" in this country. Make sure to be in line while waiting at the cash machine, shopping, cash register, post office, etc. Don't get too close to what's in front of you. Don't worry – if it's not a stranger – no one will try to take your turn.

[yash220]

Roofing services in Ealing in London

Introduction

A roof is which covers the top of a building or house. It saves the house from rain, snow, wind, sunlight, and extreme heat. A roof is part of building covering. The features of a roof are dependent upon the aim of the building that it covers. The available roofing materials and the local culture of construction, may also be ruled by locals or national rules. Services of Roofing services in Ealing in London are discussed below

Roofing services in London

Roofing services in Ealing in London roofing is a very good roofing company in London. The company built it many years ago with the same mindset. Therefore it takes great honor in its work.

 J O ‘ Maera firstly set it up in 1988. Ealing Roofing gives roofing and guttering services at a quality you can be proud of.

The Ealing Roofing team takes all big and small roofing projects. They deal with all problems coming up with an end and you will be happy with the result. Moreover the work of Ealing Roofing is all over guaranteed. 

Types of Roofing in Ealing in London

Flat Roofs: 

Glass Fiber Roofs:

Glass fiber is a material which is made up of good fibers o f glass. Firstly, they tried it out with glass fibers. But the huge making of glass fiber was only made with the machines. Moreover, “Glass Wool” is a product called “fiberglass”. It was invented between 1932 and 1933. Games Slayter firstly set it up. But later on, it was then invented as a material used as thermal building insulation.

Asphalt Roofs: 

An asphalt roof is a type of wall experts are using for waterproofing. In North America people are using Asphalt roofs on a large scale. It has really cheap rates and it is very easy to install. 

Facilities by Roofing Services 

Roofing services contain a range of solutions related to roofs. And the services given are roof installation, repair, maintenance, checking, and replacements. Roofing experts make sure of the strength, and protection of a building’s roof. They also offer some services

ROOF REPAIR 

Leak repair: Firstly they will find leakages and fix them which happens because of flashing issues.   

Repair and changing: Changing broken parts of roofs to protect from future damage. 

Wind damage repair: Fixing and repairing damage which occurs because of some weather events. 

Chimney and flashing repair: Fixing damaged flashing around chimneys and other roof parts. 

Skylight maintenance and repair: Fixing leaks, cracks, or issues caused due to skylights installed on the roof. 

ROOF MAINTENANCE:

Roof checking: After some time checking the roof to find problems, damages, and signs of damage. 

Cleaning and waste removal: Removing leaves, and other waste that can catch moisture and damage the roof. 

Gutter cleaning and repair: Confirming proper drainage by cleaning and repairing gutters. 

Minor repairs: Finding small problems like loose or missing parts, or small leaks before they become  big problems. 

REPLACEMENT 

Full roof replacement:

 In this they replace the old roof  with a completely new roof. 

Partial roof replacement:

 In this they replace only half of the roof and the other part will be the same. 

Choosing the right roofing material: 

Talking to the experts of roofing to select the best roofing material. They will help you to choose the material as per your needs, budget, and a good lifespan. 

Designs of roofs 

Open roofs:  Open roofs are long lasting. It remains strong in all types of climates. And moreover we can use  open roofs on all types of building whether it’s new or old. The joints of open roofs are welded with hot iron. 

Green and ballasted roofs:Nowadays green roofs are becoming more and more popular especially in big cities. Green roofs increase the both value of building and the people living in the building

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Conclusion 

Roofing services in London provide really good service to customers. And moreover the roof contractors of Ealing, London are the best. Furthermore they also offer super service, quality materials, and unique craftsmanship.

[zannatykhatun]

questions to clarify what the product manager’s acceptance inspection is? What to charge?

Regarding how to do self-media, the most common issues that come to everyone’s mind are content, traffic and monetization.

Everyone will habitually look for the so-called secrets and methods of increasing followers first. As for whether there are any secrets to easily increase followers, let’s not talk about it for now.

I think before doing self-media, you need  HE Tuber to figure out one thing first, which is what kind of self-media should you do to make money.

This is the root cause. If you don’t understand this problem and just shoot and write blindly, it will be difficult to realize it in the end.

So, I want to share it with you based on my experience over the past few years.

1. Self-media that creates solutions

If you are an individual doing self-media, I do not recommend that you do self-media such as information, entertainment, popular science, etc.

Because doing this kind of self-media is typically thankless, gets good reviews but fails to gain traction, and is highly homogeneous.

You must be a self-media provider of solutions. Selling cheap products is the solution. Doing second-hand recycling and helping others find houses are solutions. Teaching others how to live broadcast rooms, how to do e-commerce, how to shoot short videos, and how to create personal IP are also solutions.

It is true that you can get traffic if you dance, sing a song, tell a story, etc., but there are too many such accounts, the success rate is too low, and the sustainability is too short.

2. Create highly vertical self-media

Don't just write or take photos of something hot when you see it. It's useless. We are not posting in WeChat Moments or spreading leaflets on the streets.

To create highly vertical self-media:

One is the verticality of the population. Which type of people do you want to serve? The elderly, children, mothers, etc.

The second is product verticality. When selling children, do you plan to sell sandals or sneakers, down jackets, T-shirts, sweaters or sports suits?

The clearer the solution provided, the easier it is to focus on monetization.

3. Build product-based self-media

What products have you prepared in advance for monetization?

Is it courses, physical objects, consulting, training, or community?

Treat your account, content, and services as a part of product delivery, and always think about how to optimize this product.

Many information accounts are just for spreading information.

Especially some vertical information signals seem to have accurate crowds, but they are extremely difficult to monetize.

4. Create personal IP-based self-media

Remember that personal IP is the only one. Dong Yuhui will always be Dong Yuhui. If Dong Yuhui is selected by Dongfang Screening, then he will have nothing to do with him when he changes jobs or companies in the future.

Because everyone will remember Oriental Selection first and recognize the service and quality of Oriental Selection, and Dong Yuhui is just one of thousands of bloggers.

But it's different when it's changed. Dong Yuhui is Dong Yuhui, and he has continued to emphasize this identity. In the future, even if he is alone or doing another business, he will still have potential.

Another example is that many people are embarrassed to appear on the scene and like to create accounts and content types that are not real people. However, the traffic brought by this approach has nothing to do with the blogger himself.

If you change the platform, account, or business, the blogger still has to start over.

5. Make light delivery to self-media

If you are not selling physical products, then I suggest you do self-media with light delivery.

What's the meaning? That is, any time you want to stop, change the track, or stop doing it, the loss will be minimal.

For example, if you provide consulting services and no longer want to provide free services or charge fees, you can just stop or delete the introduction in the profile.

But if you stock up on goods at the beginning, buy a lot of equipment and even hire employees, the cost of this self-media approach will be too high.

Even if you want to bring goods, for a long time, you will only be a merchant bringing goods instead of selling goods yourself.

6. Self-media for private domain diversion

Before starting a self-media business, it is recommended that you prepare a few more WeChat IDs.

Whether you are writing a public account, shooting a video account, or doing Douyin or Kuaishou, you must divert traffic to the private WeChat.

Draining traffic to the private domain has three purposes:

More accurate communication

More accurate conversion

More accurate repurchase

No matter how good the traffic on the external platform is, it will stop as soon as possible.

7. Become a self-media that makes money from the first day

This is the point I have always emphasized. When doing self-media, you must have the idea of ​​making money from the first day.

And it must be executed immediately and presented to the user.

First, prepare your monetization products in advance. Even if it's just a piece of information, you can sell it for one dollar.

Second, highlight it on your self-media account. For example, the official account can directly guide and directly display the product QR code.

In other social media, you can show your honors and achievements through profiles and videos to attract users to come to you.

Don't wait until you have shot 100 videos and have tens of thousands of fans before monetizing them. This is a huge waste of traffic.

8. Build channels and self-media

Nowadays, if you want to make money in self-media, the ability requirements are not just about writing a text.

Rather, it is necessary to have self-media with multiple formats, multiple scenarios, and multiple channels. For example, if you are writing content for public accounts, you must also synchronize your content on Toutiao, Zhihu, and Baijia accounts.

At the same time, turn your text into a video and publish it on the video account, Douyin account, and Xigua.

In addition to attracting traffic, live broadcasting is also required for maintenance and conversion.

Many people will say that many bloggers only need to write articles and have never watched their live broadcast. Why don’t they make money?

Brothers, even a master can make money by writing one or two articles a month.

For us ordinary people, apart from the blessing of luck, hard work is our only competitiveness.

Others broadcast once a month, then you broadcast it every day.

If others shoot one video a week, you shoot five videos a day.

Only by working extremely hard can you compare to one percent of others and exchange for a little bit of soup.

There are indeed many ways to do self-media, including topic selection, character design, beginning, monetization, etc., but the best first step is very important. Knowing what you want to do is the prerequisite.

Otherwise it’s all in vain, which is why I share this article today.

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[minaxmoon]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [MINA MOON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [BAE SUZY]. You must be the [TWENTY-FOUR] year old [ATTENDANT AT TIDAL WAVE MUSIC SHOP]. Word is you’re [CREATIVE] but can also be a bit [IMPATIENT] and your favorite song is [SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW BY KEANE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

Basics:

Full name: Mina Moon

Nickname: M

Age: 24

Birthdate: February 11th, 1999

Sun,Moon,Rising: Pisces, Taurus, Pisces

Hometown: Aurora Bay

Job: Attendant at Tidal Wave Music Shop

Been in Aurora Bay: 24 years (left for 2 years, has been back for 1 year)

Bio:

Mina is the middle child and only daughter of Dae and Hana Moon. Her parents immigrated from Seoul to Aurora Bay years before she was conceived with her paternal grandmother following along.

Her father works as a financial advisor, while her mother is homemaker. Mina's mother was a social butterfly and from the moment she stepped foot into Aurora Bay, she opened up their house. Her house was the fun house. Karaoke and game night were a staple of the weekends.

While her household was social, Mina remained more on the quiet side. Her favorite pastimes were playing dolls, reading, writing and playing the piano. Much of those hobbies are still the same in her life, but she swapped the dolls for the sims franchise.

Despite her quiet nature, it was always easy for Mina to make and keep friends, just like all of the Moon family.

Mina always felt a sense of overprotection from her family, being that she was the only girl. Her father guarded her way too much, while her mother had high expectations of their gifted daughter. All of that has caused her to become a perpetual people-pleaser with a tendency to have no boundaries and lack of being able to say 'no'.

Wanting to make her parents happy, at their request, she stayed in Aurora Bay after high school and attended the local college gaining a degree in accounting. Something that she thought was soul sucking for her creative side but practical from a financial side.

Upon graduating, she was offered a job in Chicago and gladly took it to get away from the limitations she felt her parents put on her.

It was in Chicago that she realized her degree would go to waste because there was no way she could continue being an accountant. She lasted in her job for a year, before quitting and taking a job as a barista. It was a small little coffee shop that had open mic nights, which sparked Mina's love for music again.

With her cheap keyboard, Mina began writing her own songs and composing her own music. Sometimes even playing at the coffee shop that she worked at. She continued this for a year.

Alas, the rent was too damn high and Mina had no other choice but to return to Aurora Bay. Luckily for her, Mina didn't have an onslaught of questions from her parents because they had moved to Texas a few months before she came back. She never told them that she quit her job long ago and lies even until this day, telling them that she was laid off due to budget cuts.

She lives in her childhood home with her grandmother. Her grandmother has made it a point not to hassle Mina as she figures out what she wants in life.

She's in a transitional period and completely at a lost for what her goals are and what comes next.

Headcanons:

Mina has an extreme sweet tooth. Catch at the bakery at least three times a week.

Mina has at least six songs that she has wrote and amatuerly recorded but refuses to let anyone but close friends listen to them.

She travels outside of Aurora Bay and to major cities every other weekend to play at bars and sing covers of popular songs.

Mina has a black cat named Severus and a pug named Daenerys.

Despite her lying to her parents about her life direction, Mina is extremely close to her family. She has an older brother(wanted connection) still living in town that she sees frequently.

Important Relationships:

Family; Parents: Dae and Hana Moon, Siblings: Ewan Moon (26), Jaeson Moon (19), Grandmother: Da-Eun Moon

Platonic; Plots wanted: Childhood friends, family friends, work buddies, college friends, sibling-like relationships.

Romantic; Plots wanted: First love, unrequited crush. Mina has only had one relationship in her life. So that person would remain very special to her.