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hutchford · 4 months
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Car engines need an unobstructed inflow of fresh oxygen. The air filter prevents dust, dirt, sand, insects, and other debris from coming into the engine along with the air. But over time, car air filters become clogged up and can start to restrict the inflow of oxygen, which can lead to engine problems. Here are a few signs that you might need to replace your air filter soon at your local Ford dealer, Hutch Ford.
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ew-selfish-art · 5 months
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DP x DC AU: Danny desperately wants to find the explosion guy. Tim is really good at covering his tracks... he didn't account for ghosts.
The explosions make it onto TV as purported terror activity and most people haven't heard of that part of the world much less ever given a second thought to care about it. The only real reason it gets reported on has something to do with the Justice League and... Danny knows too much.
He's been in training for Clockwork's court (which he's suspicious of- feels like kingly duty bullshit- but Danny is playing along out of curiosity for now) and he's learned a lot about how the living and non-living worlds collide. That means learning about CW's usual suspects- one of which just happened to have a ton of bases around the area Danny was seeing on the news.
It didn't take long for Danny to try to piece together that whoever blew up Nanda Parbat was trying to fuck with the League of Shadows, and was doing it successfully. Less green portals in the world the better, same goes for assassins. But it gets Danny thinking... Maybe he can employ similar tactics on the GIW Bases that keep spawning on the edges of Amity Park. It would at least set them back while he and his friends navigated the help line desk to request Justice League intervention. None of them can leave Amity Park, so outreach is going to have to be creative.
So Danny figures he'll just find the guy. Call up some ghosts who were there, or er, came from there and get a profile and track him down. But the ghosts keep saying it was The Detective. Annoying!
Danny goes full conspiracy theory, gets Tucker and Sam involved, and begrudgingly asks Wes Weston his thoughts.
He hadn't expected Wes to garble out a thirty minute presentation (that had 100 more slides left to go before he cut it off) about how Batman totally trained with a cult and so did his kids. Danny kind of rolled his eyes but... hey, new avenue of searching in the Infinite Realms at least.
The ghosts confirm that Bombs is for sure not Batman's MO- But maybe his second kid would know? The second kid was already brought back to life though, so no way to easily reach him... Danny starts to realize that this might be the work of a Robin now. Wasn't the red one known for solving cold cases? (Sam provides this information- its a social faux pas to not know hero gossip at Gotham Galas- everything she's learned is against her will).
It all comes to a head when Danny goes about the hard task of opening a portal for the guy to come through at just the right time, explain the infinite realms so he doesn't panic and then describe what the fuck was going on with the GIW. It takes months, just over a full year, of random (educated guesses) portal generating- Finally, Red Robin drops into the land of the dead.
"So, you're the guy I've got to talk to about explosions right?" Danny enthusiastically asks.
Tim thinks he's died and landed in the after life following 56 hours of being awake and plummeting off the side of a building into a Lazarus pool. Nothing makes sense about the kid in front of him.
"Yeah, I got a guy for munitions." Tim answers cooly.
"How do you feel about secretly sanctioned government operations that violate protected rights?"
"Gotta get rid of 'em some how. Need me to point you in the right direction?" This might as well be happening.
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lustrethings · 2 months
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Ik the idea of Lucifer disliking or having generally negative feelings about his wings is a more or less popular take (on most fics I read anyway) for the sake of hurt/comfort and I love it don't get me wrong but I really love the idea of Lucifer being his most confident with his wings in full display (bc apparently in canon that happens!)
I imagine it's a lot of work to take care of them, but I can see him taking great pride (hah) in his wings and keeping them tidy, and it's exactly why they're not out often (pocket dimension for the wings like bonnets are for curls), bc he's often lacking the energy to tidy them up if they do get messy or dirty!
So anyway Alastor learns how to take care of them and Lucifer starts to have them out more, because he feels more at ease knowing someone else will help keeping them, and that helps him feel more confident on good days.
He also likes being able to fly to Alastor's height whenever they're arguing but that's beside the point
In return he tries to help Alastor with his antlers and hooves when the sinner is feeling particularly at ease with it.
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sashimiyas · 7 months
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atsumu moves away for work and no amount of technology can bridge the distance between he and his family.
facetimes and phone calls and even spontaneous visits always leave atsumu’s heart aching the moment he steps foot into his quiet osaka home.
and when his thoughts become too much to handle, he likes to write it down. it began when he was a kid.
a child, too distracted by the imaginations in his mind to listen to his teacher, begins writing little blurbs and notes to his ma.
boo boo hurtz. osamu h3t me >:(
tummy rawrrrrr >:(
mess u. cen i go hom :(
❤️ i lov u mom and i lov osamu
the thoughts become more legible as he grows older. he writes osamu letters too when they eventually get assigned different classes. during the youth training camp, he’d almost written through whole journal and atsumu never realized how comforting it felt to speak to them quietly. almost like in a soul searching way. like plucking his deepest and most intimate pieces of himself, folding it, and handing it to people he trusts most. who he knows could never love him less.
but atsumu also had taken for granted how easy it was to provide ma and osamu these letters. he’d tuck them underneath his ma’s compact powder by her bathroom sink, slip one into osamu’s athletic bag. never did it require a stamp and address and a specific formatting.
so when he gets to the postal office, atsumu already feels out of place. his pocket feels heavy with secrets that no one else but the addressed person should know, but did he even fill it out correctly? what’s postage for anyways? do all envelopes have to be white? because his is yellow.
the line moves too quickly for atsumu to gather his bearings and by the time that he arrives to your desk, he’s shuffling papers out of his pocket so quickly that an envelope rips.
“it’s okay!” you affirm, high pitched and soothing as if you already know this is his last straw for the day. “i’ve got tape. we can fix this.”
you scoot your wheeled office chair back and rummage through the cabinets before you until you find it.
popping back up, atsumu is forcing the ripped pieces of paper by sheer will alone.
“what’s the damage?” the athlete would laugh at your phrasing. maybe that hysterical laughter actually is him because you lean closer in concern, casting shadows over his heart on paper and gently try to push his hands to the side so you can get a better view.
frantically, atsumu slams his palms flat against his note to osamu in fear of revealing more of himself than he already has.
you don’t catch words but you do see the bubbled edges of water damage splatter across the page.
“okay, okay,” you back away, hands up. “i know you’ve got it. you know what—“
you pull at the edge of the tape slowly, reminiscent of the way ma peeled the bandages for him only for atsumu to crinkle the ends with his uncoordinated hands because atsumu wanted to be the one to put the bandaid on osamu’s elbow and no one else.
“—here. i’ll hand you that tape and you do what you got to do.”
he does.
he does all that he has to do to redeem himself for this awkward first meet. he does all that he has to do for you to say yes on a first date, to say yes to meet his ma and osamu, to say yes to forever with him.
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tmascfaggot · 11 days
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starting to think i might like the dynamic aspects of bdsm more than i like the sex. hm
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imthursdaysyme · 3 months
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arwen ft arthur giving his wife anything she wants
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britneyshakespeare · 7 months
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dallon weekes has a portrait that ages for him in his attic like dorian gray but it also still looks pretty good because he doesn't really do anything wrong
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biophilianutrition · 5 months
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Wellness & Self Care
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arsenicflame · 1 year
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honestly, when reloading a gun takes as long as it did in 1717, and you're fucking Blackbeard, carrying 9 loaded guns into battle doesn't seem that ridiculous
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idiotsonlyevent · 12 days
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i kind of dont like the chilchuck interpretation that he's viewing the rest of the party as 'replacements' for his kids.... like not only does chilchuck not need 'replacements' for his daughters, bc he's still in contact with them, but also that framing very significantly changes his dynamic with the rest of current party (who are all adults). like i dont think a character who's been infantilized throughout his adult life and is very cognizant of party dynamics would do that?
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hutchford · 4 months
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The last thing you want to worry about when you turn on your car is whether the headlights are working. It may seem like one day, your headlights are working perfectly. The next, they’re dim and barely lighting up the road ahead. If your car’s headlights are giving you the runaround, it might be time to consider a change. And what better place to get some new headlights than your Ford dealer?
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tomatoluvr69 · 25 days
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Ohhhhhh my goddddddddd so I’ve basically been to the doctor three times since turning 18 and aging out of the pediatrician because of my horrible doctor fears and issues. So it’s a MOMENTOUS occasion and the culmination of years of glacial self-work that I felt ready FINALLY READY to sit down and make a doctors appointment for a routine visit!! Like that is give or take a decade in the making…….and all the ethereal alchemical elements were correct so I could finally do it this morning. But the clinic is closed and you can only do it weekdays ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ ok guess I am going to the doctor in 10 years probably. See you 2034
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inevitablyineffable · 2 years
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thelastlightningbug · 5 months
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coming home and immediately taking my pants off, but in a doctor who reference way, not an it's pouring outside and my jeans got soaked through way
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defensenow · 8 days
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They should invent a type of dentist who shuts the fuck up and does their fucking overpriced job without comment.
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