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siriannatan · 5 months

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At The Edges - fWhipScott

Sometimes you get an idea and you have to write it and share it because you're unreasonably happy with it. This one's one of those :}

fWhip messed up. He knows it. Not entirely. He got the job done. He still got shot. But the mark got shot worse.

He got on the plane back home, over the divide, a damn bumpy flight. With the damn bullets still in him. And more adrenaline and alcohol in his blood than is probably healthy.

He can't go to any doctor west side like this. Sausage could probably patch him up. Can he even drive all the way to his house?

Where else can fWhip go?

Gem will drag him to the hospital against his will. Pearl too. Jimmy's not talking to him.

Sausage it is. The best chance of no hospitals.

He somehow managed to drive his terrible rental car to the right neighbourhood. He's pretty sure he got the right house. The window he told his charming brother to open was open...

He barely squeezes through the damn thing. Was it always this tiny? He thought as he hit the white floor tile. Wasn't Sausage's like tan brown?

Scott was having a lovely evening if anyone asked. Why would being stood up on a date, not even a first date with that particular jerk, ruin his evening?

Why would his brother sending a wedding invite upset him? He was simply sad Xor could not deliver it in person. Wedding planning had to be eating a lot of his time.

Why would his favourite take-out place be closed this particular night for incentivisation upset him?

Sitting alone on his nice, comfy couch. Under a soft, cosy blanket. Eating terrible pizza, fries and bourbon-vanilla ice cream and chasing it with some terrible soda. A perfectly normal evening in his opinion. Everyone should have an evening like that from time to time.

*THUD*

Scott almost spilt all his popcorn when something hit his kitchen tiles. Not thinking much. With a nearby broom, he went to check the noise. He did not want to draw his neighbours' attention.

All too happy people. Surely hiding something terrible behind those fake smiles. Especially the two handsome guys on his left. Serial killer level of perfect and happy.

In the kitchen, under the window. Luckily there was nothing there since Scott sometimes used the window as a convenient way to drop his groceries. Was a man. Not too tall a man with ginger hair who definitely did not fit the neighborhood. "Hello? Sir? Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?" Scott asked, poking him with his broom.

"No hospital..." The man groaned and passed out. Great.

With a shaking breath, Scott decided to be stupid and help the man. It's not like his day could get any better than it already was...

He started by rearranging his position. Carefully and gently. It's been ages since he graduated med school. And almost as long since he worked in healthcare. But he still remembered some stuff. And had some stuff.

With the man in a better position and with no confirmed broken bones or damage to the head. No lumps or bumps. He retrieved the old bag of med tools.

He made sure to keep the tools in top condition. And just recently went through it to replace what was no longer good—an old habit.

"I'm sorry it's to help you," he apologised before cutting stranger's undershirt open. It was tough fabric but nothing good medical shears couldn't deal with.

Four bullet wounds instantly jumped into his mind. He was on the east side... Likely didn't live there. Maybe... No time for that.

He cleaned the wounds, thankfully not too deep. He gently removed the bullets as well as he could without any assistance or making the wounds worse. Once he was sure it was all good he stitched them and a few cuts as clean as he could.

What was he to do with a stranger on his kitchen floor now? They were clearly a mercenary, judging by their clothes and weapons. Probably knew someone in the area. Went to the wrong door due to his injuries.

For now, Scott pulled up a stool. Moved all his sharp things out stranger's reach. Got him a pillow. The floor tiles were not good to lie on.

And waited with his sharpest scalpel. He didn't have to wait long. Mercenaries tended to be tough.

"Ugh... Saus..." The mercenary groaned, sitting up and froze when he noticed Scott.

"I think you got the wrong house, I removed the bullets, cleaned the wounds and stitched them," Scott explained, slowly, carefully. Fully aware no one on this side could know how to properly deal with billet wounds. Especially a mercenary. But he already helped and at least for now had the upper hand. And the man's kind of pretty. And Scott's evening was crappy enough.

"Oh... I'm sorry for the intrusion then... I... ugh... my head..." the mercenary fumbled with his words. He didn't even try to sit up. Good. Scott thought.

"You probably shouldn't move too much," Scott hummed. It was really bad actually. His random stranger was quite pretty. And Scott had a weakness for pretty guys. "You can stay if you promise to not kill me," he had no idea why he offered. Maybe he didn't want to spend the rest of the evening alone.

"I'd hate to be a bother, my..." the mercenary tried with a polite smile. Cute.

"It's not, and I'd feel bad if I saw an ambulance dragging you out next door if you faint," masking attraction with professionalism, he tells himself.

Somehow he manages to convince the mercenary to stay with him. Or fWhip as he introduced himself after Scott settled him in the living room with a glass of water and an ice pack for his bruised ribs. They had a pretty fun evening all things considered. fWhip stayed in Scott's guest room. And in the morning, after a fast check-up, left.

Scott was a bit bummed that fWhip left without leaving him his number. But there was no helping it. He could only hope he'd bump into fWhip at some point. He was in the area for a reason. He likely went into the wrong window in pain-induced delirium.

A week later. Scott was cleaning his house when his doorbell rang. Not something that happens every day. Not without someone announcing previously they would be coming. So obviously he opened it as quickly as he could.

To a big bouquet of roses. And hiding behind it mercenary fWhip. "A... a thank you for not calling the ambulance," he said, offering Scott the roses and an almost completely hidden by them box of very nice chocolates.

"Oh... Um thank you, you didn't have to... Would you like some tea?" Scott could not believe his eyes and ears. Quite frankly was in a mild state of panic and shock. And it got worse when fWhip was accepted. "Sorry about the mess, I was doing a little cleaning up," he chuckled nervously.

Two years later, Scott was sitting on his couch, waiting for his husband to come back from 'work conference' sighing as he heard commotion from the kitchen. And grabbed his medical kit before going to patch whatever injuries fWhip brought back home.

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dantakeyoman · 8 months

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𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 | 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞

♡ 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚, 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒛𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆-𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚: 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 *

𝐓𝐖𝐎

"What are you prospecting?" Columbus grimaced as Tal opened his trunk to reveal the multitude of weapons he had in stock, "Jesus Christ."

"I think you've just renewed my respect for you, Tex," you commended, resting an elbow on his shoulder as he beamed proudly at his metal treasures.

"You are dangerous people," Columbus shook his head, "You're gonna risk our lives for a Twinkie?"

"And a Coke," you added, grabbing the barbed wire baseball bat.

After a long car ride, the three of you came across a local stop and shop joint.

And where there was shop, there was snack.

A Hostess snack specifically, according to Tallahassee's logic.

"There is a box of Twinkies in that grocery store," Tal started, picking up some garden shears, "Not just any box of Twinkies. The last box of Twinkies anyone will enjoy in the whole universe."

He tucked the shears in his pants, making you shiver.

'One wrong move and he's toast.'

"Believe it or not, Twinkies have an expiration date. And someday, very soon, life's little Twinkie gauge is gonna go empty."

"Let's hurry up, then. Keep wastin' time an' all the sodas are gonna be flat," you smiled, standing ready at the front door.

"Time to nut up or shut up," Tally smirked, slinging his banjo over his shoulder as he walked in.

You rolled your eyes, trailing after him with Columbus, "Fuckin' hill-billy."

"I heard that," he sighed, glancing back at you as he stood at the entrance to an aisle.

"Good," you smirked.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing the banjo off his back and starting to play.

And despite your constant criticism, you could feel the man's unorthodox, country charm growing on you by the day.

His blood lust and unsurprising, surprising fighting skills were things to be admired, sure.

But when it was just you and him, driving on the open road, sharing funny anecdotes about your time in Armageddon, it felt like he turned into a completely different person.

In a good way.

In a really good way.

It made part of your heart thaw, one that you hadn't let out the freezer since day one of the end of the world.

You were so lost in thought, you hadn't even realized that Tally was beating the shit out a zombie with his banjo.

You shook your head, trying to get yourself back to normal.

'Cool it. You cannot let yourself get fuckin' distracted. You didn't even notice what was goin' on outside.'

"Jersey! Don't swing! Don't swing!" Columbus exclaimed, running from another fat zombie and towards you.

Catching the memo, you nodded, winding up your bat as he slid past you.

"Swing!"

"Batta batta..." you swung with full force, knocking the head of the zombie clean off its shoulders with a smirk, "swing batta!"

The body fell to the ground, still twitching, so you plunged the knob into its chest, just to be sure.

"Good shit," Tally nodded, doing his best to not show how fucking impressed, and slightly turned on, he was.

He couldn't lie, that was fucking hot.

"Thanks," Columbus turned to you, looking down at it with disgust.

"You owe me," you smirked, dusting off your hands as you started off down the aisle, "Now, where's the fridge in this bitch."

A loud growl came from the end of aisle, and out stepped an incredibly fat zombie, which was at least a foot taller and wider than you.

"Whoa, Big Hoss," Tally whistled.

"You got this one, boss man?" You cocked a brow, getting ready to hand over your shotgun.

"You bet," he smirked pulling out the garden shears, "Watch and learn, sweetheart."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he went running at the zombie, snapping the shears.

"C'mere, big fella. Just gonna take a little off the top."

Columbus watched in awe, you in boredom, as the man decapitated the zombie with ease.

'Been there, seen that.'

"Wow, these fellas really let themselves go," Tally quipped, looking at the string of dead bodies the three of you left.

"And they're so fat," Columbus sighed sorrily.

"Hey, Tex," you waved off, walking over to stand directly in front of Tallahassee, "You call me sweetheart again and I'll kick your teeth in."

He smirked, "Whatever you say, Princess."

That familiar vein popped out your temple, and Columbus decided now would be a good time to jump in before you had an aneurysm.

But you also felt a fluttering in your stomach, one of butterflies and all things warm and fuzzy.

It was horrible.

"I think we should probably keep going," he nervously chimed, stepping in between you two.

Just then, some random woman came walking over from the back room.

"Who the hell are you?" You cocked a brow.

"Come quick," she asked, voice sad and cracked.

The three of you turned to each other, before nodding in agreement and deciding to follow, you hanging back to secure an exit.

You quickly wedged a box between the emergency exit door and the wall, then beelined to the back, where Tally and Columbus had solemn faces.

Looking past them, you could see a little girl, who looked no older than twelve, sitting on the table, hugging the woman from before with a sad expression

The three of you convened, and Tally tipped his hat.

"They're sisters. The little one's been bitten," he started in a low voice.

The flashbacks started rolling in, making you rest a hand on your chest like a granny with a weak heart.

"Shit," you cursed under your breath.

"Act normal. Try not to freak her out," he clarified, already seeing your reaction.

"Yeah," Columbus nodded.

An image of your brother's bloody, gnashing face flashed in your mind, making it hard to catch your breath.

It was odd, as if there was no air left in the air.

It hurt your chest, and made you feel like you were reliving the moment right then and there.

What was it those shrinks used to call it? A panic attack?

"Hey, you alright?" Tally asked, confused at your state.

You looked...scared.

He had never seen that look on your face before.

Hell, you'd just taken out a zombie twice your height and weight single-handedly.

He didn't even know why he cared so much at the moment.

"I'm fine," you stated curtly, stepping forward to get back to the task at hand.

'Distract yourself.'

He caved, reluctantly, and got back to business.

"Jersey, Columbus," Tal introduced, turning to the girls, "Wichita, Little Rock."

Columbus awkwardly waved, and all you could muster was a two-finger salute.

"So, you did all of this over a Twinkie and some Coke?" Little Rock asked.

"Oh, no, no, no, they did. I'm just kind of like a Sancho Panza character," Columbus denied.

Wichita rolled her eyes, grabbing Tally and huddling the four of you, you doing your best to try and catch some air before getting pulled in.

'Why is it so goddamn hard for me to get my shit together right now?!'

"Look, I don't think she has long," Columbus started.

"Yeah, I know. I know, and she knows. We're just looking for a way out," she sighed, staring straight at his gun.

"No, no, no, no. She's just a little girl," he denied.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Little Rock snapped.

"Right, sorry," Columbus apologized, "Look, I know that you're really sick. But your sister wants me to-." "It's not her decision, okay? It's mine. I made her promise," Little Rock corrected, tearfully.

"We already said goodbye, but we didn't have a gun."

"We don't know that there's no cure-." "You're just gutless!" She snapped, turning to Tally, "Give him the gun."

Columbus sighed, somberly handing it over, and you stood off to the side, nervously biting down on your fingertips.

Why the fuck was this situation bothering you so much?

This stupid zombie virus made no damn sense.

(b/n) was fine when he went to lunch, so why did he come back with his skin hanging off the bone?

And why did he try to kill you? His baby sister? His little grease-monkey? His best friend?

'It makes no damn sense!'

"Wait, wait, wait," Wichita stopped Tally before he could shoot, "I'll do it."

The two nodded to each other, and he handed over the gun, Columbus already checking himself out and standing off in the corner, covering his ears.

She gave Little Rock a final kiss on the forehead before checking to see if the gun was loaded.

Taking aim, Little Rock hung her head, and Wichita hesitated.

Just as Tally was about to offer some help, she turned the gun on him.

"We'll take your weapons, car keys, your ammunition," she stated.

"And if you got it, sugarless gum," Little Rock added, jumping off the table good as new, taking the keys out Tally's pocket.

Your eye twitched.

The whole time. The whole goddamn time.

They were conning you.

They created this whole show to scam people out their shit, to pull at peoples emotions in order to get some fucking haul.

You quickly drew your glock, placing it at Little Rock's temple.

Wichita's eyes went wide, and she quickly turned her gun on you.

"One more fucking move and your sisters brains go all over the floor," you stated with absolute seriousness, your eyes cold, dead, and tear filled.

The girl's grip tightened, but she complied, staying completely still.

"You think this is a fuckin' joke? You think you can use people's fuckin' humanity to score a fuckin' car? Give Tally the gun back. Now," you ordered, a couple stray tears falling down your cheeks.

It was the first time you cried in the apocalypse

You didn't even cry during (b/n)'s death.

But the long delayed feelings were hitting you like a truck now.

Wichita quickly handed the gun over to Tallahassee, who was nearly as dumbfounded as her.

He had never seen you act so passionate about anything like this before.

You pulled the gun away from Little Rock, and pushed her towards her sister, training it on the both of them now.

"I'm giving you a minute to run. I don't wanna see either of you ever again."

The two nodded, and you put the safety on your gun, tucking it away.

And they quickly ran out the back way and towards the outside, leaving the three of you to stand in this thick atmosphere.

...

"What the fuck just happened?" Columbus asked, completely shocked.

"I just saved our asses is what," you stated, walking towards the exit, "Now let's blow this joint. I don't even want the Coke anymore and there's no Twinkies here."

"You're forgettin' one, tiny detail, Princess," Tally stated, crossing his arms.

"What?" You raised an eyebrow, seething and fluttering at the use of the nickname.

"The con-artists still have the car keys."

Your eyes shot wide.

"SHIT!" You exclaimed, booking towards the door and kicking it open, only to see that they were driving off with the car, the bags containing non-weapon items left on the ground.

"I fuckin' hate them," you steamed, slinging one of the stray duffels on your shoulder as the boys came out behind you.

"Nice goin', genius," Tally sighed, giving you a reassuring pat on the back.

"You're the one who gave her the gun," Columbus defended.

"Can't believe this," you huffed, "My dad's grenades are still in there."

"You had grenades in there?!" Columbus panicked.

"You didn't?"

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

"So, he's on one of these serious, Tour de France bikes. Y'know, the ones with, like, the toeholds, right? And he's pedaling, and zombie's head is, like, caught in the gear. With the hair in the chain just, like, going around," Columbus explained, stepping over a patch of shattered glass.

"Very cool," you nodded approvingly.

"But zombie kill of the week? No, sir," Tally waved off, "I saw this construction worker, I shit you not, he's on a steamroller, and a zombie goes down in front of him."

You scrunched your nose in funny disgust, knowing exactly where this was going

"You ever roll a tube of toothpaste up from the bottom?"

"Yeah, I always roll it up from the bottom," Columbus nodded.

"Well, the zombie's head is the cap," Tally smirked.

"Gnarly," you chuckled.

The three of you managed to make it on foot to this abandoned town, sharing delightful anecdotes of hilarious zombie kills.

You had already told your story of seeing a neighborhood guy throwing bricks from on top of a building and taking out an entire gaggle of zombies.

And a couple civilians, too, but hey.

Sometimes you gotta break a couple eggs to make an omelette.

"Are you one of those guys that tries to one-up everybody else's story?" Columbus asked, turning to Tal.

"No. I knew a guy way worse at that than me," he scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, "All right, let's find a car. My feet are startin' to hurt."

"That reminds me," Tal started, "I never had headaches like this till your assess came onboard. I mean, do what you want with a man, but do not fuck with his Cadillac."

"Hey, that's a nice minivan," Columbus chimed, turning to the car parked next to you.

"Oh, you know somethin'? That is nice," Tal agreed in a dangerously soft voice, approaching the car, "That's a beautiful van."

'Aw, shit.'

He picked up a stone and tossed it into the window, shattering it completely.

"Here we go," you sighed, sitting down on the curb to rest.

"Is he-?" "Just let 'im go. He needs this," you shook your head, assuring Columbus as the man picked up a crowbar, going to town on the poor vehicle.

He smashed for three minutes straight, going as far as climbing on top of it, smashing in the windshield.

"I want my Caddy back!" He angrily shouted, wailing on the roof, "Stupid little bitches!"

You figured this blowout would come sooner or later.

He was way too calm when the sisters stole the car.

Once he was done, he tossed the crowbar, panting as he climbed off the van.

"Feel better, buddy?" You asked, tauntingly as you stood up and patted his shoulder like a child.

"Fuck off," he scoffed, limping over to walk with Columbus, "Oh, I think I pulled somethin'."

"Old ass," you snickered.

"Keep tryin' me, missy. There's no law protectin' you no more," he threatened.

"All the more fun," you smirked, kicking up the crowbar and catching it, resting it on your shoulder.

He shot you a sharp glare, locking his jaw.

You were a real piece of work.

Even for a woman in the apocalypse, you were brash and vulgar and trigger-happy

Always ready for a fight.

Always ready to do whatever necessary.

You found humor in the everyday, which most people found repulsive and depressing.

It came so natural to you that he could probably talk to you about popping zombie heads pre-Z day and you'd still laugh.

You were a fuckin' oddball.

...

A gorgeous oddball.

"Think the three of us are smart enough to come up with a con like that?" He asked, quickly trying to distract from the very betraying thought.

You and Columbus stayed quiet, your silence speaking volumes as you tried to find an answer.

He shook his head in disappointment, "You hesitated."

"We don't need to come up with stuff like that. We're strong. Only people who can't fight for themselves do that shit," you shrugged.

The two nodded at you fair point, until Tally eyes landed on something that made him break out in a smirk.

"Either way," he smiled, grabbing your chin and turning your face to look at what he was looking at, "S'it better to be smart or lucky?"

Not too far away sat a bright yellow Hummer in perfect condition, parked nice and pretty in a driveway.

"I call shotgun!" You smirked, perking up and jogging over, Tally and Columbus not too far behind.

You slowed your jog to a walk so they could catch up, and approached the car, marveling at the paint job.

But Tallahassee, right behind you, noticed a pair of hands gripping onto the steering wheel.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he quickly stepped in front of you, warily approaching the driver's side.

You were surprised, and slightly taken aback by the chivalry, but decided to save it for later and draw your crowbar.

He quickly opened the door, taking a big step back, only to see that it was just a pair of severed hands.

Tally let out a chuckle, and you shook your head in disgust, "S'fuckin' gross."

He pulled a hand off with a repulsive crack, moving it around to hold up the middle finger at Columbus.

"That's nice," Columbus sighed.

"Smell the finger?"

You rolled your eyes, opening up the backseat and smiling at the duffel bag that laid nice and open.

"Tex, Doofus, take a look," you smirked, unzipping it.

Tally quickly peered over your shoulder, smiling like a kid in a candy store at the sight of various automatic weapons.

"Thank God for rednecks!" He beamed, looking up at the sky.

"I call dibs on the uzi-HEY!" You exclaimed as he yolked it up from under you, moving over to shoot up at nothing.

You huffed, settling with the AK and taking your spot in the front seat, Columbus sitting in the back.

The two of you waited patiently as Tallahassee continued his celebration in true redneck fashion, shooting things and painting a truck.

"Staying with this dickhead's gonna get me killed," you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Quick question," Columbus chimed, "How did my name go from Columbus to Doofus?"

"Your name's too long. And Doofus fits you, anyway," you answered, bluntly.

"Fair enough," he mumbled.

"Hoo!" Tally smiled, opening up the door and plopping himself in the front seat, "That felt good."

He turned on the car and peeled off out the neighborhood, a devious glint in his eye.

"Y'know, they say, he who seeks revenge should dig two graves," Columbus chimed from the backseat, already knowing what the man was thinking.

"Right. Two graves. One for the big chick and one for the little chick," Tally smirked.

"You are scary happy," you chuckled, turning to him

He turned to you with a laugh, and a knowing look.

Oh, he was gonna tear those girl to shreds.

"C'mon, why don't we just forget about them and head home?" Columbus sighed.

"Oh, you wanna talk about home?" Tally cocked a brow, "For me, home was a puppy named Buck. Cutest dog ever."

He took a deep sigh, the happy memories nearly visible in his eyes.

"All those fuckin' zombies. I lost 'im. And there ain't no getting him back, so I'm looking for a new home. Tomorrow, I may be skinny-dippin' in the Yellowstone River, or swingin' from the chandelier in the Playboy Mansion. But today, a Vortec six-fuckin' liter V8, a box full of hollow points, and, Lord willin', a GD Twinkie."

He turned to you with a rare, genuine smile.

"Gotta enjoy the little things."

You laughed, looking down at your lap with your own smile.

Tally's take on life was...enlightening.

He lived every day like it was his last, and enjoyed every moment like his first.

It was a good philosophy to have, especially in a world where life could easily become filled with an all-encompassing sense of dread.

Keeping things fresh and exciting was good distraction from the man-eating hordes of monsters scattered across the country.

And thinking about how philosophical his non-philosophy was, turned out a great distraction from thinking about how he sexy he probably looked skinny-dipping.

'Shit.'

You blushed, discreetly shifting in your seat, trying desperately to shove the thoughts out your head.

'The universe needs to give me somethin' to do quick before I fuckin' burst.'

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

#tallahassee x reader #tallahassee #zombieland #zombieland x reader

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dragon-kazansky · 1 year

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That imagine w/ fanboy abt rock paper scissor got me thinking. I didn’t want to go to graduation at all, so I asked my mom if I won rock paper scissors I didn’t have to go… it didn’t work I still had to go. Also it was on a very hot day, and we were in the gym b4 the graduation and the principal was like u guys need to keep hydrated b4 we walk, then gives us sodas to keep us hydrated. The school didn’t have any water in the concession stand, like wtf?

Also I watched a D&D gameplay one time and instead of saying rock paper scissors (bc it’s medieval and fantasy) they said “you’ve never played boulder parchment shears?” And I lost it (so did the others on the stream) lol.

Ah yes. Soda. Very hydrating.

Sometimes me and my colleague play rock paper scissors to see who has their lunch break first 😂

😂 I like that!

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cronchywaters · 1 year

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very much belated valentine's day art! love ALWAYS wins

(silly (pink hair) goes by any pronouns, gabriel (green hair) goes by he/wing)

#art tag #ocs #original characters #shears by soda #silly #silly shears #gabriel #gabriel shears

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ctcglasspack1 · 2 years

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glass jar wholesale | wholesale glass jars | wholesale glass jars, perfume bottle manufacturers

Glass bottles used for Common makes use of for glass bottles consist of meals condiments, soda, liquor, cosmetics, pickling and preservatives; they're sometimes additionally substantially used for the casual distribution of notes. These sorts of bottles are utilitarian and serve a cause in industrial industries. The Press and Blow method is the maximum usually used approach in glass bottle manufacturing. It makes use of an man or woman section (IS) machine, that's separated into various sections to supply numerous boxes of the identical length simultaneously. The molten glass is reduce with a shearing blade into a particular gob length. Glass is crafted from herbal and considerable uncooked materials (sand, soda ash and limestone) which might be melted at very excessive temperature to shape a brand new material: glass. At excessive temperature glass is structurally much like liquids, but at ambient temperature it behaves like solids.

#ctcglasspack #spiritsbottle #manufactures #perfumebottles #wholesalebottles #Cood Bottle Page #emptybottles

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danisaflowers · 5 days

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Maximizing Shelf-Life: Tips for Preserving Bulk Carnations.

Ever looked at a grocery store bouquet of carnations and envisioned their vibrant beauty gracing your home, only to be met with the silent scream of "How long will these ACTUALLY last?!" We've all been there.

Carnations, despite their undeniable charm, can sometimes seem like fleeting bursts of color. But fear not! With a few simple tricks, you can transform those carnation cuttings into long-lasting stunners.

Here's the thing: carnations, unlike their prima donna flower cousins, are actually trooper blooms. With proper care, they can grace your home for a good two to three weeks – that's some serious bang for your buck! So, let's dive into the handbook of carnation preservation and banish wilting woes forever!

Step 1: The Snip Savvy

It all starts with the snip. When choosing your carnations, target the ones with firm, unopened buds. These haven't reached their peak bloom yet, giving you more shelf-life to play with. Using sharp shears or pruners, make a clean, diagonal cut about an inch below the flower head. This angled cut gives the stem more surface area to absorb life-giving water.

Step 2: The Stem Strip

Now, this might sound a little unusual, but trust the process! Strip off the lower leaves on the stem. Why? These submerged leaves become breeding grounds for bacteria in the water, hastening wilt. Plus, removing them allows the stem to focus its energy on nourishing the beautiful bloom up top.

Step 3: The Cleansing Cauldron (Well, Vase Actually!)

Give your vase a good scrub with warm, soapy water. This gets rid of any sneaky bacteria that might be lurking, waiting to pounce on your unsuspecting carnations. Fill the vase with cool or lukewarm water – carnations aren't big fans of a hot tub! Here's the magic ingredient: add a few drops of clear soda or a commercial floral preservative to the water. The sugar in the soda (or the nutrients in the preservative) gives the blooms a much-needed energy boost.

Step 4: The Chilling Chamber

This might surprise you, but bulk carnations love a good snooze! Before arranging them in the vase, give the stems a fresh cut and place them in a deep container filled with cool water for an hour or so. This rehydrates the stems after their journey from farm to florist to you.

Step 5: Placement is Paramount

Now comes the fun part – arranging your carnations! But remember, placement is key for longevity. Keep your vibrant beauties away from direct sunlight and heat sources like vents or fireplaces. They also don't appreciate the company of ripening fruits, which emit ethylene gas that can shorten their lifespan.

Step 6: The Superpower Splash

Here's the ultimate shelf-life secret weapon: every few days, give your bulk carnations a "superpower splash." Recut the stems (at an angle, of course!), remove any wilting blooms, and replace the vase water with fresh, cool water mixed with your trusty clear soda or floral preservative. This keeps the water supply clean and gives the blooms a vital energy boost.

The Final Words

If you notice a carnation drooping its head in defeat, don't despair! Here's a quick trick to revive it. Fill a bowl with water and submerge the stem up to the flower head for 30 minutes to an hour. This will help the bloom rehydrate and perk back up. By following these simple steps, you'll be a carnation connoisseur in no time. So, the next time you see a bunch of those beauties at the store, don't be intimidated! With a little TLC, you can transform them into long-lasting displays of floral magic.

#roses in bulk #Wholesale roses

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loupmoon · 3 months

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My soda tastes like my memory of the farm I visited and had a demonstration of how to shear a sheep and taught how to crack a whip?

#mine

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taimio · 3 months

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Conquering Blight: Effective Strategies to Revitalize Your Garden

Gardening is a labor of love, but unfortunately, many gardeners will find their plants under attack from a variety of diseases and pests. One of the most dreaded of these is blight, which can quickly kill off entire plants or entire sections of your garden. Dealing with blight is critical to a successful gardening experience, and includes proper identification, prevention, and treatment. This guide will look at each of those steps and help you understand how to deal with blight in your garden.

How Do You Deal With Blight?

Picture this: vibrant flowers, lush greenery, and a sense of serenity in your backyard. Now, snap out of it, because the reality of dealing with blight can be a total buzzkill. As someone who has battled the beast of blight myself, I know the struggle is real. But fear not, my fellow gardener, for I have some sage advice to help you banish blight and reclaim your garden paradise.

1. Identify the Enemy

The first step in this epic battle is to know your nemesis. Blight is sneaky, so arm yourself with knowledge. Whether it's fungal blight, bacterial blight, or viral blight, understanding the enemy will give you the upper hand. Consult a trusted resource, like GardenersHub.com, to learn more about specific blight types and their telltale signs.

2. Quarantine and Conquer

Once you've identified the blight, it's time to take action. Quarantine the affected plants and create a safe distance to prevent the spread. Yes, it's tough to say goodbye to your favorite blooms, but think of it as saving the greater good of your garden. Remove and destroy the infected plants, but be sure to follow proper disposal methods to avoid a blight boomerang.

3. A Blight-Fighting Arsenal

Now that the battlefield is clear, it's time to arm yourself with weapons of mass blight destruction. Cultural practices like proper watering, spacing, and pruning can help prevent blight from taking hold. Consider crop rotation to thwart blight's attempts at a comeback. And don't forget the power of natural remedies: neem oil, baking soda spray, and compost tea can be your allies in this fight.

4. Maintain Vigilance

Blight is not a one-time enemy. It's more like that annoying neighbor who keeps borrowing your tools without returning them. Stay vigilant and regularly inspect your garden for any signs of blight resurgence. Early detection means you can nip it in the bud before it spreads like wildfire. Trust me, a few minutes of inspection can save you from heartache later.

Remember, dealing with blight is a marathon, not a sprint. It may take time, patience, and a few lost battles, but with a fierce determination, you can triumph over blight and restore your garden to its former glory.

In conclusion, blight may test your gardening skills, but it also offers an opportunity to learn, adapt, and grow. Embrace the challenge, fellow green thumbs (oops, I said it!), and remember that even the most pristine gardens have faced blight at some point. So, grab your gloves, sharpen your shears, and let's show blight who's boss!

Learn more about gardening with Taim.io!

#Blight

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sparkycinnamon · 3 months

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what somebody may be served at a restaurant in the adventure au

Forest Kingdom: The forest has many different kinds of foods, so someone may be served a mix of plants, nuts, roots, berries, and meat from small woodland creatures. Drinks are typically water or freshly-made berry juice.

Candy Kingdom: Considering the name and appearance of the kingdom, the dishes in it are obviously going to be candy-themed. Someone may be served a jelly fish with gummy orange slices on the side. Chocolate and chocolate-covered nuts are popular side dishes, as are taffy and rock candy. A giant stick of gum is often provided as an appetizer when multiple people are eating. Drinks are often soda or sugary milks.

Tech Kingdom: For people who eat normal foods such as plants and meat, food will mostly look like meals from other kingdoms. For robots, they may be served liquid coolant with added copper (the copper is not for eating, it's simply for flavour).

Ice Kingdom: Unfortunately, there are not many plant species in the Ice Kingdom, so most food comes from meat or meat byproducts. However, there are a few plants that do grow in these cold temperatures, such as a long blue plant that is rich in vitamins and a purple berry which is often used in jam. Drinks are typically just water.

Cloud Kingdom: Most meat products in the Cloud Kingdom come from birds. While not many plants grow in the kingdom, there are some leafy plants, fruits, and berries that do grow in the skies. Drinks are either water or juice.

Slime Kingdom: Since there are many slimes in the kingdom, they are often harvested for their slime as food. However, they aren't killed for it, but excess slime is simply wiped off of them (similar to shearing a sheep). The leaves on the trees are also very big and are often served as a meal themselves. Drinks are either water or juice made from slightly more watery slime.

#would anybody be interested if i did more worldbuilding-type posts like this? yknow to expand the lore and world #adventure au #art #look at my art boy

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Kitchen Shears | How to Clean Kitchen Scissors, Tips For Caring and Benefits

It’s happened to all of us. We are in the middle of cooking a meal and reach for our kitchen shears, only to realize that they are caked with diced onion from the last time we used them. Or, we go to grab them out of the drawer, and they slip through our fingers because they are so greasy. Not only is this frustrating, but it can also be dangerous. Cleaning your kitchen shears is important for both safety and sanitation reasons. Below is a step-by-step guide on how to clean kitchen scissors, so you can avoid any accidents or cross-contamination in your food.

What are Kitchen Shears?

This dishwasher-safe utensil is perfect for everyday use in the kitchen Kitchen shears are a type of scissors that are specifically designed for use in the kitchen. They typically have a sleek, ergonomic design that is comfortable to hold and easy to use. Kitchen shears can be used for a variety of tasks, such as cutting meat, vegetables, and herbs. They can also be used to open packaging or remove rose thorns. In addition, kitchen shears often come equipped with a built-in bottle opener, making them a handy tool to have around the kitchen. Whether you need to open a package of chicken breasts or chop some veggies for dinner, kitchen shears are up to the task.

How to Clean Kitchen Scissors or Shears?

After washing scissors, dry them by hand with a clean towel, paying particular attention to the hard-to-reach areas Step 1: Unscrew the Blades The first step is to unscrew the blades of your kitchen shears. Most shears will have a small hole near the joint that you can insert a key or similarly shaped object into and twist. Once the blades are separated, rinse them under hot water to remove any visible debris. You may also want to use a scrub brush to remove any dried-on food particles. Step 2: Soak the Blades in Vinegar After you have rinsed the blades, it’s time to soak them in vinegar. This will help to remove any stains or stuck-on particles. Fill a bowl with equal parts vinegar and water and submerge the blades in the mixture. Let them soak for at least 30 minutes, then rinse under hot water. You may need to repeat this step if there are still residual stains on the blades. Step 3: Wash the Handles While the blades are soaking, take this opportunity to wash the handles of your kitchen shears. Simply remove any build-up of dirt or grease with a damp cloth and some dish soap. Rinse thoroughly and dry with a clean towel before reattaching the handles to the blades. Step 4: Dry Thoroughly and Store Properly Once you have reassembled your shears, make sure to dry them thoroughly before storing them away. Moisture can cause rusting, so they must be completely dry before putting them back in the drawer. It’s also a good idea to store them away from other sharp objects, like knives, to avoid dulling or damaging the blades.

Why Kitchen Shears Must be Cleaned?

Kitchen shears are one of the most versatile tools in the kitchen. They can be used for everything from cutting herbs to snipping chicken bones. However, because they are often used for raw meat, it is important to clean them thoroughly after each use. Otherwise, they can become a breeding ground for bacteria. The best way to clean kitchen shears is to rinse them in hot water and then disinfect them with a vinegar solution. For a deeper clean, you can also soak them in a mixture of water and baking soda. By taking the time to clean your kitchen shears after each use, you can help keep your kitchen safe and free of harmful bacteria.

Benefits of Kitchen Scissors

Multipurpose utility scissors upgrade your kitchen tools Kitchen shears are versatile tools that can be used for a variety of tasks, from cutting meat and poultry to snipping herbs and opening packages. But what many people don’t realize is that kitchen shears can also be used to easily remove the stem from a strawberry or slice through a hard-boiled egg. In addition, kitchen shears can be used to cut pizza, make homemade ravioli, or even create decorative garnishes for cakes and cupcakes. With so many uses, it’s no wonder that kitchen shears are an essential tool for any home cook. Moreover, - They are easy to use - They are small and easy to store - They are perfect for precision cutting - They can cut through a variety of materials

Tips for Caring Kitchen Shears

After each use, kitchen shears should be washed and dried Kitchen scissors are one of the most versatile and hardworking tools in the kitchen. However, like any other tool, they need to be properly cared for to function their best. Here are a few tips for keeping your kitchen scissors in top shape: - After each use, rinse the scissors with warm water and mild soap. This will help to remove any food particles or grease that may have accumulated on the blades. - Once a week, disassemble the scissors and clean the blades with a toothbrush. This will help to remove any build-up on the blades and prevent them from becoming dull. - Once every few months, sharpen the scissors using a honing stone or sharpening steel. This will keep the blades nice and sharp, so they can easily cut through whatever you're working with. By following these simple tips, you can ensure that your kitchen scissors will always be ready for action.

Conclusion:

Cleaning your kitchen shears might seem like a tedious task, but it’s important for both safety and sanitation reasons. With this step-by-step guide, we hope that now you know easily how to clean kitchen shears and avoid any accidents or cross-contamination in your food preparation. Read the full article

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