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lowpolyanimals · 10 months
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Seal from Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne
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andpierres · 5 months
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u don't like seal? arf arf? 🦭🍌?
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lisbeth-kk · 4 months
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Sherlock fandom.
Hold Me
Sherlock thought his heart broke when his grandmother died. He was wrong. It got a crack, sure, but it was nothing compared to the heartbreak he felt when Victor walked out of his life without any explanation. 
Please, tell me what I’ve done wrong! I can fix this. I promise you. Anything, Victor. Please. Sherlock.
The letter was never answered.
Sherlock wanted to drown himself in the nearest river or rob the medical cabinet in Matron’s office and OD on whichever substances it contained. He never got the chance to do either because Mycroft turned up at Cambridge and took him away to their favourite place in France, their grandmother’s family home. 
After a week of fresh air, delicious food and Mycroft’s advice, Sherlock was able to shut the door to his heart. Infinitely.
“Seal it tight, brother mine. Only then can you be certain to never get hurt again. Sentiment is never an advantage.”
Sherlock was grateful to his brother for the advice. It worked and slowly the thought of Victor and what they had faded, and he was almost successful in deleting it. Almost.
He was always confident when he faced danger and criminals. Every word he spoke was the truth, unless he was lying to get a confession or trick said criminals. But that kind of lie came out easy and confident as well, because it was part of the game. His voice never faltered or showed signs of distress. He was quite certain he would pass a lie detector test if required.
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It came as a shock to him that lying to Moriarty was futile. When he told the villain that he had no heart and Moriarty contradicted him, Sherlock knew he was beaten. 
John Hamish Watson, who thought himself to be ordinary and unworthy, did something no one had ever accomplished. By being himself, never put off by Sherlock’s odd behaviour, always praising his deductions, protecting him from harm’s way from day one, he’d torn the seal over Sherlock’s heart to shreds. It lay bare for anyone to crush and break, and Moriarty knew. The most dangerous man Sherlock had ever encountered knew his weak point, that he was human and not a stranger to sentiment and love. 
Sherlock could barely breathe after he’d tossed away the bomb jacket John had been wearing. John who’d urged Sherlock to run. John who’d been willing to die so Sherlock could live. 
He tried to stand up, but his feet wouldn’t cooperate, and he sunk to the floor, his head slumped forward. Meeting John’s eyes was out of the question. His own eyes would reveal too much now that he was utterly shaken and out of control.
A sound broke the silence. It was a choked sob. Sherlock realised it came from his own throat and tried to fight his transport to regain his normal superior posture but in vain. He was trembling all over. 
Warm hands on his shoulders startled him and all his defences broke when John spoke.
“Come here,” he said softly and pulled Sherlock to him.
Without hesitating or giving his movements a second thought, Sherlock encircled John’s back with his arms and held on for dear life. He rested his head on John’s shoulder finding comfort in the familiar scent from John’s skin.
“Hold me,” Sherlock whispered almost inaudible. “Please, John.”
And John held him as tight as Sherlock had ever been held. Sweet words were murmured into his hair.
“I’ve got you. Always. Don’t shut me out anymore, Sherlock. Let me love you the way you deserve. Please?”
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Sherlock had thought it would be awkward once they returned to Baker Street, but John was nothing but determined when he’d set his mind to something. John showered first and when Sherlock came out from the bathroom, John was waiting for him and simply took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
Before Sherlock fell asleep in John’s arms, he asked John to promise something.
“Keep my heart safe, John. It won’t survive another break.”
And John, wonderful John, promised. Without blinking or hesitating. 
“I promise, my love. Your heart is safe with me. Always.”
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mimisempai · 4 months
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Seal it tight
Summary
Not letting anything show, not letting himself go, hiding and locking up what he feels deep down, Aziraphale has known how to do this for millennia. Even when, over the years, a little of what he feels leaks out, he knows better than anyone what to do.
Seal it tight.
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Angsty but as always with a happy ending.
A little premise of my longer project.
Fore the @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt #239 : Seal it tight
On Ao3
Rating G -  563 words
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"It'd be funny if we both got it wrong, eh?"
Crawley looked at him with a slight chuckle and continued, "If I did the good thing and you did the bad one."
Aziraphal couldn't help but join in, finding the idea amusing as well.  
Before he realized what he was doing. 
He was laughing with a demon.
Then he put on a serious expression and protested, "No. It wouldn't be funny at all."
He ignored the slight disappointment on the demon's face.
Yes, like that.
It was too dangerous.
Seal it tight.
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"Well, maybe there is something to be said for. Shades of gray." 
He raised his glass to Crowley, who in turn raised his, and they toasted as the demon added, "Well, shades of... dark grey." before taking a sip.
Aziraphale, buoyed by the atmosphere, retorted, "Shades of a very light grey, I'd rather fancy." 
They continued drinking in silence.
The angel cast a few more furtive glances at Crowley, allowing himself a brief moment to soak in the gentle atmosphere.
Before he locked away the feelings that had blossomed inside him that night.
The night that had shown him how risky it was for him and for Crowley.
He couldn't let himself go.
Seal it tight.
Until next time.
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I love you. I love you. I love you.
"I forgive you."
Yes, seal it tight.
Crowley backed away, sighed, and as he left, whispered, "Don't bother."
Don't leave me. Come with me. Don't turn your back on me.
Seal it tight.
The closing door didn't slam, but the sound echoed just as loudly in Aziraphale's heart.
He put his trembling hand to his trembling lips.
His whole body was shaking.
Do it again. Come back to me. Don't leave me.
Seal it tight.
He heard the door and turned sharply, hoping, but saw Metatron enter and turned away immediately.
"How did he take it?"
Aziraphale took a deep breath and turned to him with a smile on his face.
Seal it tight.
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Standing in front of the elevator, Aziraphale tried to resist the impulse to turn toward Crowley, to run toward Crowley, aware of his presence near the Bentley.
The pressure was so strong that he couldn't hold back a glance, barely turning his head.
He filled his eyes one last time with the vision of the one he loved more than anything in the universe. His heart screamed, but his face showed nothing.
Seal it tight.
Then he took a deep breath, put a fake smile on his lips, and stepped into the elevator.
He kept that smile on his lips as the doors closed on everything that made up the life he loved so much.
Seal it tight.
Just a little longer.
Until the day you won't have to anymore.
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"Good morning, Angel."
Aziraphale is jolted from his thoughts by Crowley's still sleepy voice as the demon finally awakens.
Watching him stretch and emerge from his slumber, Aziraphale, still in the recollection of his memories, gently touches his own lips, then begins to smile.
With all his heart.
Without restraint.
No need to seal.
Neither his mouth nor his heart.
He leans into Crowley's face and softly replies, "Good morning, my love." 
Then he closes the distance between them and presses his lips to the demon's in a tender kiss.
His lips on Crowley's.
The only seal that matters.
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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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zombiestims · 9 months
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Could you do a stimboard based on the ILOVEYOU virus with pastels? No bright Red's, but pinks of varying shades and whites? Computer and LOVE Letter themed, ty!!
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ILOVEYOU Virus stimboard with pink computer and love letter stims, hope you like it :D
🩷 . 🤍 . 🩷 | 🤍 . 💻 . 🤍 | 🩷 . 🤍 . 🩷
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imjustemo4genoyall · 10 months
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Hot damn
Hot damn
Sidney Patrick Crosby really did fuck that old man
HOT DAMN
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How to Identify Chimney Cracks: A Guide for Homeowners in Odem, Texas
Chimneys are an essential feature of many homes in Odem, Texas, providing warmth, ambiance, and ventilation. However, over time, chimneys can develop cracks, which, if left unattended, can pose serious risks to both property and safety. Identifying chimney cracks early is crucial for homeowners to take prompt action and prevent further damage. Here's a comprehensive guide to help homeowners in Odem identify chimney cracks effectively.
Visual Inspection: One of the simplest ways to identify chimney cracks is through a visual inspection. Homeowners should carefully examine the exterior of the chimney, paying close attention to the mortar joints between the bricks or stones. Look for any visible cracks, gaps, or signs of deterioration in the masonry.
Use of Binoculars: In some cases, chimney cracks may be difficult to spot from ground level. Homeowners can use binoculars to get a closer look at the chimney's exterior, especially at higher levels where cracks may be more prevalent.
Interior Inspection: Chimney cracks aren't always visible from the outside. Homeowners should also inspect the interior of the chimney, particularly the firebox and flue. Shine a flashlight up the chimney and look for any signs of cracking, spalling, or discoloration on the walls or liner.
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Check for Moisture: Moisture can exacerbate chimney cracks and cause further damage. Homeowners should inspect the chimney for any signs of water penetration, such as water stains on the walls or ceiling near the chimney, musty odors, or mold growth.
Listen for Strange Sounds: Cracks in the chimney structure can sometimes cause strange sounds, such as creaking, popping, or hissing, especially when the fireplace is in use. Homeowners should pay attention to any unusual noises coming from the chimney and investigate further if necessary.
Hire a Professional Inspection: While homeowners can perform visual inspections themselves, it's also advisable to schedule a professional chimney inspection at least once a year. Certified chimney sweeps have the expertise and tools to identify chimney cracks and other issues that may not be immediately apparent to the untrained eye.
Monitor Changes: Keep an eye on any changes in the appearance or performance of the chimney. If you notice new cracks, widening of existing cracks, or other signs of deterioration, it's essential to address the issue promptly to prevent further damage.
By following these steps, homeowners in Odem can effectively identify chimney cracks repair odem and take appropriate action to ensure the safety and integrity of their chimneys. Early detection and timely repairs can help mitigate the risks associated with chimney cracks, preserving the functionality and longevity of this essential home feature.
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liquidlycan · 2 months
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CW // MINOR EYESTRAIN + FLASHING LIGHTS
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John Egbert Stimboard with Arcade, Aquatic , and Blue themes!
not requested by anyone but a gift for my partner !
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Viola + Clearing Verses!
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mtnikolle · 4 months
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A Potion for the Ages
For @kakairu-rocks KakaIru Valentine's Week 2024, Day 2 Prompt: Love Potion and @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt "Seal It Tight!"
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: lruka & Naruto
Pairing: lruka/Kakashi (future implied)
Word Count: 1092
It's (relatively) early on a Saturday morning in February when Iruka slips through the door of the Namikaze-Uzumaki household. The weather has been unusually warm for February, and everything outside is slippery from last night's freezing rain.
lruka quietly hangs his jacket (not his parka!) on a hook in the entrance, sets his boots on the mat, steps around Kakashi's backpack, and goes to find Naruto. Minato may or may not be home from work yet, and if he is, he'll be sleeping. Which is why he's here on a Saturday morning instead of his usual Thursday after school. Iruka is both surprised and worried that he doesn't hear Naruto. Naruto is loud at least 90% of the time that he's awake, and at—Iruka pulls his phone out to check—8:30 in the morning, there's no way Naruto isn't up.
Iruka pokes his head into several rooms, none of which hold Naruto, before he finally hears the babbling sound of a Naruto stream of consciousness ramble™️ coming from the kitchen.
lruka steps into the room and, even though Minato and Kushina said he didn't need to come until 9, wishes he'd arrived earlier. The kitchen was, well, not a <i>complete</i> disaster, but not far from it either. There are so many bottles of things from the fridge and cupboards on the countertops that lruka can't help but wonder if they are completely empty. The sink is full of dirty bowls, and there are puddles of… something on the floor and countertops.
Quietly, Iruka greets Naruto, “Hey, kiddo, whatcha up to?”
“Iruka!”
Naruto's whisper is so loud that it might as well be a shout.
"Is your dad home yet?”
“Yeah, he got home an hour ago. And Kakashi, that lazy bum, isn't up yet.”
Iruka snorts. Kakashi isn't remotely lazy, though Iruka understands why Naruto thinks he is.
“Did you have breakfast?”
Naruto grimaces, but nods.
“Dad made <i>so many</i> pancakes for supper last night!” Then he pouts. “We're gonna be stuck eatin’ ‘em ‘til Mom gets home!”
Iruka knows Kushina is gone for the next week, so this is definitely an exaggeration.
“What are you up to, then?”
“A potion to help Kakashi!” he exclaims.
“A potion?”
"Yeah!”
Iruka shushes Naruto before he gets even louder and wakes Minato. Naruto looks contrite for 0.25 seconds, but does continue more quietly.
“Me and Kakashi watched a movie last night—he let me stay up so late, it was awesome!—there was dragons and battles and wizards and witches—”
Iruka lets Naruto’s flood of words continue for a while, but none of them explain the mess in the kitchen or how any of it is supposed to help Kakashi, who is due to roll out of bed and stumble out the door late for work soon.
Eventually, Iruka interrupts, "Naruto. What does any of that have to do with this…?” Iruka gestures to the mess all around them.
“The sword guy had a crush on this sword girl, but she never even <i>noticed</i>, even though he was always talking stupid and turning red and watching her when they weren't fighting zombies!”
Iruka blinks in stunned confusion. Zombies? He thought it was dragons…
“So he went to this guy who made a potion so she would notice him and fall in love with him.”
Naruto sounds completely disgusted as he says those last few words, but he's also still young enough to believe that girls have cooties…
“Kakashi…?” Iruka prompts.
“Right. Mom said he has a crush. But he never does anything about it! Tch, lazy—”
“Naruto,” Iruka interrupts.
“Right. He needs <i>so much help</i>! So I'm making a potion so Kakashi can become awesome and the guy will notice him and fall in love.”
It's moments like this that show how much Naruto now sees Kakashi as his brother, rather than an interloper, because while Naruto’s tone expresses his disgust at the whole concept and how lacking he thinks Kakashi's person is for this, he <i>does</i> genuinely wanted to help. Which is cute, if misguided, but he decides to leave that conversation to Kakashi…
“And how is it going?”
Naruto sags. “Ugh. Not so good.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. We don't have any of the weird stuff the potion guy used, so I've been trying all kinds of stuff.”
That certainly explained all the bottles. Iruka decides to abandon the homework plan that was originally created for the morning and asks, “What can I do to help?”
Naruto actually pauses to think, and Iruka hears the front door close, so Kakashi definitely heard most of that. Iruka smirks as he imagines Kakashi playing along.
“It should be Valentinesy, I guess, maybe...?”
“That's a good idea. Maybe something chocolatey or sweet?”
Naruto's face lights up, “Yeah! And mom said something about being hot, so maybe spicy…?”
Iruka snickered, then sighed.
“Ok, well, we're going to need to clean this up before we can get started.”
Naruto makes a face, but doesn't argue, so Iruka starts putting bottles back in the cupboard, and Naruto grabs a dishcloth to start cleaning the spills.
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Chocolate sauce.
Vanilla.
Honey.
Chili flakes.
Mustard powder.
Cinnamon.
They mix it all together in a clean bowl, and Naruto scoops some out for Iruka to taste. Iruka, having the advantage of knowing what's in it, doesn't grimace or wince once it goes into his mouth. He simply swallows and decides he's lucky that the flavours of the spices haven't had time to develop…
(Afterwards, he also adds some of Minato and Kushina's chocolate whiskey, but Naruto doesn't need to know about that.)
“Let's see if we can find a nice looking container for it, shall we?” lruka gives the concoction his seal of approval.
Before Iruka can stop him, Naruto jumps up, fist in the air, and shouts, “Yes!”
“Shhhh!”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“It's your dad you're going to need to apologise to if you wake him up,” is Iruka's stern response.
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Together, they go and look through all of the vases, old perfume bottles, medicine bottles, water bottles, and food storage containers in the house. Nothing is quite good enough for Naruto. Naruto eventually hits the jackpot anyway with a little bottle in the recycling bin. Iruka thinks it was probably a sampler alcohol bottle Kushina brought home from her last business trip. The important thing is that it's cool looking enough for Naruto, and Iruka can wash and sterilise it.
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“Seal it tight! You can give it to Kakashi when he gets home.”
Slyly, “Maybe <i>you</i> should give it to Kakashi instead.”
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cozycottagestims · 7 months
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ikusayu-no-hana · 2 years
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The one who single-handedly slayed the seven evil gods, Takamagahara's most ruthless Executioner...Susanoo.
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