an actual air conditioner

Unwavering Devotion // Chap 1

I’m just gonna leave this here, yes, hi, excuse me, bent fic for me to unstress myself and write something silly and simple and trashy, excu se moi. 

Nothing much to say? Klance Flower Shop Au ft. Pining Keith, Bad In Comunication Lance and Teasing Older Brother Shiro! 

Ps; Sorry if Keith sounds OOC….but I don’t give a shh; this is my playtime fic.  A L S O; LONG POST.

Ps.2; Excuse any typos…and stuff. yeah. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

The lonely half worn out rose lay on the wooden counter.

“Cough, cough.” It says in a high pitched voice, “I’m…I’m dying and I …will never see my beloved one last time.”

Suddenly, from the bottom of the counter, a small bluebell flower pops its head and shakes as it catches the sight of the fallen rose.

“My rose!” It shouts, voice deep and scratchy, “No! Who has done this! I will kill them all! I swear on my tiny life!”

“My bell…” Rose whispers in awe and hope, “My bell, you have come to delight me with your presence in my last seconds in this world, how noble.”

Bell shakes as if in disbelief, “No! Stop talking like that! You will survive! You - You have to –! There must be someth –!”

A sudden sharp agonized shout coming from Rose cuts it off abruptly and Bell watches in horror as another petal is ripped out from its lover.

“No…” Bell whispers terrified, “No!”

“The madman is back.” Rose whispers weakly, trying to rise up from the floor before flopping back limply, “Please….run, before he catches you, it’s too late for me.”

“But –!” Bell tries to protest but a big wide shadow suddenly takes over and both flowers just stay still as the threateningly figure of the pale hand hovers above them dangerously.

“I love you.” Rose whispers softly before the pale hand picks it up and starts pulling out its reminding dark weak petals, no longer holding its vivid red color it once had.

“No!” Bell cries out as it falls to the surface of the counter in defeat, watching in despair as its lover takes its last breath in the hands of a monster, “Goodbye…my rose.”


The nineteen years old jumps in surprise, his dark blue eyes wide in surprise as he drops both flowers in his hands and turns his head to meet his big brother’s unamused eyes.

“Uh…” He says incoherently, wiping the flowers behind his back off the counter to hide his play time, “Yeah, I’m working.”

Shiro snorts. “Sure, buddy. Bell says otherwise.”

Keith looks back at the counter and frowns when he notices that the Bluebell flower is hanging on the edge of it.

“You tattle tale.” He mumbles and Shiro laughs.

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*internal screaming softens a bit*

my cousin came out as trans this weekend and so my mom was telling me about how her parents are being supportive and trying to understand. so she goes on to say how if i came home and told her i’m gay, she’d do the same thing because i’m her daughter etc (i cannot stop sweating at this point). then she straight up asks me to which i respond with a few shrugs, some eye contact and a “maybe” and then she says “well if you do, just know i don’t judge you and i just want the best for you” and then i leave for work

today a customer came in all angry today cause he needed to buy an air conditioner and thye had to bring in one of the lift trucks to get it down and he was so angry cause they had to get the lift from the back of the story and drive it up and move a bunch of stuff on the floor to get to the shelf and he’s yelling about needing to be at a doctors appointment and i’m like buddy if you need to be somewhere how about you go there and come back when you actually have the time to shop for a $300 air conditioner that takes a fucking lift struck to get off the shelves instead of yelling at my coworkers

-So now that our home air conditioner is finally fixed, it’s actually cool enough to focus on writing again.

Also, fyi, if you have an old house with an old system, don’t get one of those new-fangled snazzy hepa odor reducing does-a-million-tricks air filters. They restrict airflow. Which makes it harder for the A/C to work. Which means you suffer needlessly during the hottest week of the year.

Apparently, the ones from the dollar store work just fine. 

In fact, that’s all your A/C can handle.

You can now return to your regularly scheduled penguin.

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Au where Lloyd is still a little kid and Morro is his babysitter

(non-ninja) Au where Morro is Lloyd’s emo older brother

Au where Morro is actually an air conditioner salesman and has the nickname “the master of wind”

Au where Morro and Lloyd swap roles so Morro actually is the green/gold ninja and Lloyd controls wind (and ghosts i guess)

Au where Morro (and/or possessed!Lloyd) has an undercut

Au where Morro is actually still a kid who ended up in the Cursed Realm by accident and is possessing Lloyd etc etc because he’s just lonely and wants attention really badly

Au where Morro is a hair stylist so Lloyd gets his hair dyed black and Wu almost passes out when he sees it

Au where Morro is scared of ghosts

Au where Lloyd’s voice stays hot deeper even after Morro is defeated

anonymous asked:

how would the mercs deal with the summer heat? and do any of them have any favorite summer activities?


hooks himself up to the morphine drip.


sweats it out. maybe a cold beer. 


practically dying. he didnt know the weather could get this hot. goes into the showers and sits under the cold water.


cold beer. also has some fun with dry ice science!!


he is a mess. has a swamp cooler on infront of him and sits.


a paddling pool. a lawn chair. and strawberry daiquiris. him and his mom used to do this and he loves it to much to give a fuck.


normally would find a pool or a lake but chooses to joing scout in the kiddie pool.


cold beer and builds a giant air conditioner for his workshop so hes actually pretty cool.


no one knows. they had to take off the suit because of the heat… so they may have vanished. sniper saw them go down to the sewer tunnels. 

at some point Engie is going to build a water canon and Demo is gonna make a million water balloons and they are going to sit on the roof and fuck with people.

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How does a refrigerator generate cold?
  1. The compressor squeezes the refrigerant (inside coils and tubing) which is in a vapor state - this raises its temperature, then pushes it into the coils on the outside of the refrigerator.

  2. The hot gas in the outside coils cools down to the air temperature of the kitchen.

  3. The refrigerant flows into the coils inside the freezer and the fridge - as it flows, it expands. This pulls heat from the refrigerator interior.

  4. The refrigerant expands, absorbs the heat from inside the fridge, cooling down the air.

  5. It then flows back to the compressor, where the cycle starts all over.

Interesting fact: Refrigerators, freezers and air conditioners actually generates heat, not cold.

A motor is used to MOVE heat from one place to another, plus the motor gets hot while it’s working.

Put a bunch of running freezers in a room, and the room will get hot. Open the freezers, and it will get even hotter.

If this is hard to get your head around, think about this: “Cold” does not actually exist. Heat is energy, cold is simply “less heat”. You cannot create negative energy, you cannot destroy energy. But you can move it.

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The signs go to hell @heyhoroscopes
  • Aries: haha fuck yes this is my home
  • Taurus: *hooks up with satan*
  • Gemini: I thought this place would've been a lot more uglier but it's actually kind of pretty
  • Cancer: I like how the air conditioner still works rlly well
  • Leo: *goes up to satan* hey baby did it hurt when u fell from heaven
  • Virgo: it's so booooring here ugh
  • Libra: nice prada shoes satan
  • Scorpio: *gets sent to heaven because they burn down hell*
  • Sagittarius: woo party
  • Capricorn: I knew it. Hell is real. Nice.
  • Pisces: what the fuck why is no one else upset about the fact that they're sent to hell
I'm Sorry. (Harry Styles) #14

A/N: Just wanted to say that I love you guys for sending me such great messages about the story! I love you all so much!


The next morning, I woke up on Harry’s couch. My eyes slowly opened, but I was still really tired due to my lack of sleep. I don’t even remember at what time I managed to fall asleep, all I remember is me tossing and turning almost the whole time. All because of that kiss. Even if I thought about it all night, I still can’t actually process the fact that I kissed my best friend. That I kissed the guy who always gave me advice whenever I liked someone else. The guy who was so happy for me when I got my first boyfriend. The guy who has been there for me my whole life. I never thought I’d get to kiss him.

Did it feel awkward to kiss him? Not really. Did I like it? God, yes. Did it feel like the right thing to do? Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t even know if that kiss would change anything between us. Harry was drunk, he probably doesn’t even remember it happened! But if he does remember then… we’ll see when he wakes up.

At the meantime, I managed to sit up and stretch my arms. Looking at my phone screen, I saw that it was only 9:35am. I groaned. I got like 4 hours of sleep and that was definitely not enough for me. Harry would probably wake up at like 2pm or so. Trying to decide if wether I should just watch TV or try and go back to sleep, I decided to go with the TV, since it was pretty hard for me to go back sleep. It always happened.

30 minutes of watching Pokémon and then I switched the channel, stopping when I saw that they were playing ‘Hairspray’. So I just sat there, watching the movie, singing along, but I guess I must’ve fallen asleep again for a while because when I opened my eyes once more there was some other program playing on the TV. And when I checked the phone again, it was 11:49am. Sighing, I decided to call Emily and see if she was awake. Her phone rang 5 times before she picked it up. “Hello!”

“Hey, Em,” I said. “Watcha doing?”

“Not much, just scrolling through Twitter, listening to mom arguing about an employee being rude to her on Macy’s earlier,” she replied, making me chuckle. “What about you? You still at Harry’s?”

“Yup, I am. He’s still asleep, though, and I think he will be for a while” I said, turning to look at the stairs for no reason.

“Oh, okay,” she said. “Well, was he a burden last night? Did he do something crazy? Or was he just cuddly and all lovey-dovey with you?”

Yeah, we made out…

“Umm, well he was talking a lot of nonsense, but he fell asleep quickly” I had to lie to her. I wasn’t going to tell her through the phone. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to tell her at all! I know, it makes me seem like a bad best friend, but I wasn’t up for the 20 questions game that awaited for me once I told her about the kiss.

“Oh, well that’s good, then” she said.


“By the way, do you wanna come over later? We can go to the pool and call Valerie and Amy, as well. Just to chill before we go back to school tomorrow”

“Sure, sounds good” I answered.

“Awesome!,” she exclaimed. “Well then, I guess I’ll see you later, my friend!”

“Okay!,” I smiled. “I’ll bring some bags of chips and some Oreos”

“You’re the best. Bye, Henley!”


When I hung up, I changed the channel once more. There was really not much to watch, so I just left it on ABC Family in case anything good came on. Waiting for that to happen, I just grabbed my phone and started playing with it, just going through social medias or watching YouTube videos. And I stayed like that until it was 1:43pm. That was when Harry came down the stairs, groaning and muttering stuff under his breath. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy once I turned to look at him, not really knowing what he was going to do. But I decided to just play it normal. “Good morning!” I said as he made his way towards the couch and took a seat next to me.

“Not so good, actually,” he said, rubbing his temples. “My throat burns, my head is killing me, and I feel like I’m going to be sick”

“Well, I guess the tables have turned,” I told him, resting my head against the couch once more. “Last time, I got the hangover and you were fine. Now, It’s the other way around”

“Shut up” he muttered. I let out a small laugh.

So far, he’s acting normal. Like, he doesn’t seem to be feeling awkward around me and he isn’t acting weird. He’s just same old Harry.

“Next time, try to go easy on the drinks” I said.

“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind, thanks” he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Raising my hands in defense, I said, “I’m just giving you useful advice!”

He chuckled. “Whatever”

As I gave him a smile, he started to look around the house. “Shit,” he said. “I gotta clean up the mess”

As I took a look at my surroundings, I also remembered how messy the house was left after the party was over. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you”

“You will?”

“Sure, why not?,” I shrugged. “I have nothing else to do, so…”

He grinned. “Gosh, you’re the best, Henley”

And I, trying way too hard not to blush, said, “I know”

He shook his head at me. “Well, uh, do you wanna start now or…?”

“First I need lunch and some coffee” I said, standing up from the couch.

“Sure, okay, we can make lunch first,” he nodded, running a hand through his hair. “But I need some pain killers. Could you be an angel and get some for me? I’m sorry, It’s just that my body’s not functioning well right now”

I chuckled. “Yeah, of course”

“Thanks, love”


After Harry and I ate some waffles with bacon and apple juice, we started cleaning up the house. I gotta say, people sure knew how to leave a mess. Plastic cups were scattered almost everywhere, mostly on the backyard. Drinks were spilled on a few corners. The cushions were out of place. There was also confetti for some unknown reason on the floor. And that was just some of the stuff we found.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Harry looked disgusted as he held out a condom. A used condom. “I don’t even wanna know what happened here”

I let out a small laugh. “The fact that it was in your room makes it funny”

“Gross, Henley, shut up!,” he said, but I just laughed harder. “Now I gotta go wash the bed sheets! Jesus, I just slept in that bed…”

“Well, you should’ve locked the bedrooms,” I said. “You know how people are with their hormones”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Or maybe I’ll just throw tea parties from now on” he said, making me laugh again.

“You’re gonna be drinking with your pinky up, too?” I asked him, pretending to hold a tea cup like those really fancy people.

“Well, of course, m'lady. I need to have my manners” he said, bowing in front of me.

“Oh sir, you are just too kind,” I said. “It is always a pleasure to have tea with such a gentleman”

“Why, thank you,” he said. “I try my best to leave a good impression on such fine ladies like yourself”

I laughed out loud at the last part, him joining me afterwards. “We’re getting distracted, Harry, and we need to clean this house before Anne and Robin arrive!”

“Relax, we have time,” he said, still laughing a bit. “Their plane leaves at six, we should be finishing way before that”

“Not if we keep playing around” I pointed out.

“Okay, okay,” he said, chuckling.


Thankfully, Harry and I managed to finish cleaning early, which left us time to just sit down and take a rest. “I gotta leave you soon. I’m going to Emily’s for a little while,” I said, taking a chip from the bowl in front of us. “I would’ve invited you, but It’s girls only, so…”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, whatever”

‘White Chicks’ was playing on the TV, so we were just sitting on the couch watching it while eating a bowl of chips. The cleaning was pretty tiring and it was getting hot, so Harry turned on the air conditioner. It was actually pretty peaceful.

“Henley, why did you stay the night here?” Harry spoke after a few minutes of watching the movie.

I turned to face him and then I shrugged. “Well, you were really drunk, so I just stayed here to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid or anything that could hurt you”

“Oh,” he said. “Well, thanks”

“Yeah, you’re welcome”

“Why didn’t you sleep at Gemma’s room, though? You could’ve just slept there and not here on the couch” he said.

“I didn’t really wanna go there without permission, it felt weird,” I said. “But don’t worry, the couch was okay,”

“I’m pretty sure Gemma wouldn’t have minded you sleeping in her room” he said.

“Yeah, me too, but still” I chuckled, making him roll his eyes.

Almost 15 minutes had passed and I couldn’t stand it any longer. Harry hadn’t mentioned anything about the kiss and he was acting as if nothing really happened, and the curiosity was killing me. So, I tried to act casual as I turned to him once again to ask him. “Hey Harry,” I said.

His head turned to look at me. “Yeah?”

“Well, you were pretty drunk last night, but… do you… do you remember anything? Anything at all?” I asked, fiddling with my fingers but trying to look normal and not like I was about to throw up.

His eyebrows furrowed at the question, and he seemed to think and try to make memory of the party. But, after a few seconds, he shook his head. “I don’t. All I remember is me talking with a few friends and then getting a few drinks with Ed. That’s all I can make out right now”

Make out… make out…

“Oh, alright. Just wanted to… make sure you didn’t do anything stupid” Was my excuse.

He nodded in understanding. But then, his eyebrows furrowed once more, and he sat up straight, staring at the floor with a thoughtful look on his face. “I… I do remember something else…”

Oh God.

“W-what’s that?” I asked, trying to hide the panic that was quickly building up inside me.

“Well,” he said. “I think I was in my room and… and I was with someone…”


“Yeah, and I think I…” he looked up at me. “Henley, I… I kissed someone last night”

At this point, my heart was beating extremely fast and my stomach was doing backflips. “Well, who was it?” I don’t even know why I asked him.

“I… I can’t really remember well,” he said, shaking his head. I mentally let out a long sigh. “But I’m pretty certain that I kissed someone, and I think it felt… good”

I tried to hide my sudden surprise with a laughter. “Is that so?”

He nodded. “Yes. It is, the more I think about it”

“Okay, then” was all I could say.

All of a sudden, he grinned. “Maybe I should find out who it was”


What would happen if he found out that I was the girl he kissed? Would he still say that it felt good? Would he feel uncomfortable? Would he get angry that I didn’t tell him right away? Would he stop talking to me? Would he get disappointed?

God, all those thoughts made me even more nervous!

“But, how are you gonna do that?” I questioned.

“Well… I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Maybe it’ll come to me slowly. Maybe I’ll remember it later”

“Yeah… maybe” I said.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to remember…

anonymous asked:

jaebum sounds kinda... overwhelmed in his last interview for dazed and confused? I had no idea he had such a hard time getting closer to younger people, now I wonder how close he is to yugyeom and bambam? he should share his worries more :/

I know it’s a late(ish) reply but omg work tired me out so much. I am dead. ; A; This might get a bit long omg. I spend so much time thinking about how Jaebum is.

Anyways, I kind of expected Jaebum’s interview to be this way? Much like how I expected Jinyoung’s InStyle interview to be about how he wants to improve himself. I think Jaebum, and GOT7 in general, shows us a lot of the image of them joking around or he’s just idling to be the too chill (or no-chill) leader onscreen but I’ve always found him to be a rather pessimistic/realistic person. Jinyoung is the same way, where they’re both very contemplative and self-reflective people. 

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Home: Tayvin one-shot

Word count: 1,181

Just some short stuff.

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It was unusually hot in New York today. When Taylor went out this morning to get baked goods from her favorite bakery, the temperature had already been as high as 71 degrees. She had hoped for the temperatures to go down by sunset, but it didn’t seem as if they had any intentions of going lower. In fact, it’d been a rough 85 degrees since noon. It was no doubt one of the hottest days in New York.

Adam had insisted on going out to dinner with Taylor tonight, but the temperatures were so high that neither of them found the idea of sitting in a crowded room very appealing. So instead, they’d stayed home and enjoyed the food Adam had cooked. Well, he had, but she hadn’t. It was so hot that she’d decided to skip dinner altogether.

Though it was 89 degrees, Adam hadn’t bothered too much. The singer, however, seemed to have a problem with the heat. He’d actually lost count of how many cold showers his girlfriend had taken or how many popsicles she had devoured by now. In some way, he had to admit, it was nice to once have a day where it really felt like summer, even if he got enough of it whenever he was in L.A.

Taylor shoved the bedroom door open. Her cheeks were red, her hair still dripping from the shower. Adam watched as she ran her hand through her slightly wet hair, plopping down onto the mattress of the freshly made bed.

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Customer: Why does this say cool air on the side?
Me: Because it’s a fan…
Customer: But does it actually cool the air?
Me: Like an air conditioner? No, that would require Freon or some other refrigerant.
Customer: So why does it say cool air then?
Me: It’s a fan. Fans move air. Moving air feels cooler.
Customer: Well that’s false advertisement. I want a discount.
Me: No.
Customer: *tosses product across counter and walks out*

“Ở đây ông chỉ chuyên sửa quạt thôi. Mỗi cái công chỉ được bốn năm chục ngàn, nếu lấy đắt quá họ chả thèm sửa nữa. Với lại bây giờ nhiều nhà giàu, họ dùng toàn điều hoà, quạt hỏng thì bỏ đi, mua cái mới nên cũng ítkhách lắm.”

“I only repair electric fans. Repairing each costs around 40.000 to 50.000 dong, ask for anything higher than that and I’ll lose customers. Not that I have many now–people have turned to air conditioners because they are getting richer and can actually afford them. Fans are just getting more and more disposable.”