#Custom Locks

[timeclonemike]

Neat!

Turtle lock its a turtle lock y'all!

[iandilocksmith]

5 Ways A Locksmith Can Protect Your Home

Protecting your home and family is a priority. But, knowing how to go about it can be a challenge. Fortunately, hiring a locksmith can make safeguarding your home and loved ones significantly easier. Many people make the mistake of assuming they only call a locksmith if they get locked out of their home or vehicle. This simply isn’t true. Take a look at some of the few ways they can help.

How a Locksmith Can Protect Your Home?

Window Locks

To truly protect your home from outside intruders, you need to consider every possible point of entry, not just the doors. A local locksmith Olympia WA will be able to safely secure all the windows in your home by installing window locks. Some alarm systems can be programmed to include the windows as well as the doors. That way if anyone tries to get in through the window, you’ll know the moment it’s opened.

Upgrading Garage Door Security

The garage is often an overlooked entry point for burglars. A locksmith can upgrade your garage door security by installing additional locks, reinforcing the door, and ensuring that any remote access systems are secure. This helps protect not only your garage but also any connecting doors to your home.

Dead-Bolt Locks

Experienced locksmiths know that the standard, simple locks that come on most doors aren’t overly difficult to surpass. That is why they can offer you high-security deadbolt locks that do a better job at keeping unwanted intruders from breaking in. You don’t want to wait until it’s too late to realize your current locks on the doors in your home are easy to pick or force open.

Custom Locks

Sometimes it’s not just the house you want to protect, but the items inside of it. If you have unique security needs, a skilled locksmith will be able to offer custom lock services and security devices to protect your personal valuables. Even if an intruder does make it into your home, you’ll have peace of mind knowing that your most personal possessions aren’t safe and sound.

Installing High-Security Locks

Standard locks can be vulnerable to picking, bumping, or forced entry. High-security locks, on the other hand, are designed to resist these common attack methods. A locksmith can install high-security locks on all your exterior doors, offering enhanced protection. These locks often feature complex keyways, drill-resistant cylinders, and other advanced security mechanisms.

[catscidr]

// taking care of your dogboy (hsr edition!) //

i. note — sry i havent been posting yall i got a job + ive been working on three cosplays at the same time bc my local con is coming up lmao (´ཀ`」 ∠) however the brainrot never stops. it only takes a break. a little break of approximatively. a month. ish. ......... anyways dog hybrid hsr boys brainrot !!! lmk if we want more of this with more boys •ᴗ• comments and asks are appreciated hehe ii. includes — blade, gepard, boothill and gn!reader iii. cw — slice of life stuff turning into smut, possessive behaviour, overstim, slight dom/sub dynamics, real messy stuff, manhandling. use of the word "hole" to keep reader gender neutral iv. wc — 1,9k

blade is a mutt riddled in scars and dirty bandages from living on the streets and fighting to survive.

you think he might be some german shepherd mix, but he refuses to let you swab his teeth n gums for a dna test (last time you tried you narrowly avoided a punch to the face. he apologized in his own way afterwards), so whenever people ask, just say he’s a rescue to avoid revealing that you actually just… don’t really know what breed he is. they usually drop the subject and simply go on their merry way, seeing as he wasn’t the type of pup to appreciate affection from strangers anyways– it’s rare for you to leave the house in the first place, though.

you had to switch to a remote job because blade is just so persistent when it comes to you. although possessive is a much better descriptor, because he doesn’t let anyone near you. whenever you leave to get groceries he ends up practically breathing down your neck from how close he gets— acting as if he were your literal shadow— glaring at everyone that gets too close to you. you’ve made it a habit to always go to self-checkout lane so blade doesn’t scare off the cashiers.

the second you get home he’s all over you, determined to rid you of that outside stench and replace it with his own. you started packing your grocery bags in a way that nothing will break if (read: when) you suddenly drop them on the floor, all because you’re so familiar with blade’s impatience.

he holds you still by engulfing your body with his, knees caging your hips as he grinds into you, shallow and deep. blade’s growls and huffs fill your ears just as much as his cock fills your hole, his knot kissing your tightness from the outside.

“do you like this? like how i have to fuck you every time you decide to go outside again when you could stay here,” with me blade omits, his tail swishing back and forth on the bedsheets behind him, the sound just barely grounding you to reality.

your grocery bags were long forgotten on the foor (as they usually are), your mind too foggy to function. clawing at the sheets, you try to crawl away from blade’s grip— to no avail.

he tuts, craning his head to bite down onto the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. “i might just need to mark you for extra precaution,” he bucks into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. you hear squelching, the constant plap! plap! plap! from his thighs smacking against your ass and whine, broken babbles leaving your kiss-bruised lips.

“b-blade, y’can’t- ah,” he shushes you by plugging you full of his lengthy cock, his knot almost threatening to press inside of you. you whimper, feeling lightheaded from a mix of both nervousness and arousal.

he soothes the hickey he left on your neck, licking it languidly as he stills to bask into the way your hole throbs around him. warm and tight and oh so tempting.

“shit, wanna fill you. wanna… have everyone know they can’t have you. you’re mine, mine to love ‘n mine to fuck,” you’re not lucid enough to process his thinly veiled confession, too busy writhing your ass back against him in a feeble attempt to get him to continue moving.

you might want to invest into some good concealer or into those skin coloured tattoo patches to cover the bruises and bite marks blade’ll leave on you if you want to continue being a functioning member of society. you can’t really be walking around in public as if a dog had just mauled you right before you left the house, can you?

gepard is a golden retriever because of COURSE he is. similarly to blade, he likes to invade your personal space a lot— not because he’s possessive, but because he’s extremely protective of you.

the random bruises you used to randomly notice on your body faded as soon as he came into your life. gepard’s soft, lingering touches healed them; gently placing a hand on your hip before you bump into sharp furniture so it doesn’t hit you, redirecting your head to his shoulder as you nod-off in the train before you bang your head, and so on.

it’s a full-time job and he’s working 24/7, always on the lookout for anything that could possibly hurt you as you saunter off… wherever, without a care in the world— because he took care of everything!

he would clean the apartment for you, cook (though you usually insist you do the cooking; a human doesn’t have the same taste in food as a hybrid), and even act as your own personal alarm clock. gone were the days of being woken up by loud, blaring beeping. gepard woke you up with forehead kisses instead, making your mornings much more pleasant.

but poor geppie, he’s always taking care of you; so take care of him, won’t you?

every so often you’ll sit in his lap to help him get rid of whatever stress he held in his body. your hands will knead at the muscles in his broad shoulders, all while you simultaneously kiss away the strain in his face. his brows are furrowed as you do your best to soothe his muscles; you never forget to smooch his cheek, nose and the corner of his lips.

though the attention and gentle acts of affection always ends with your hands lower than they should be.

“ah ah, no touching, remember?” you murmur in his ear playfully. you had been at it for what felt like hours; gepard’s cock and abdomen was smeared with the remnants of his cum, skin tacky from his previous loads. your hand shows no sign of stopping, not even when he begged oh so sweetly.

“c-come onn. just… jus’ wanna kiss…” and who were you to deny your sweet boy? your lips find his in a heartbeat, his tongue swiping over your own sloppily as he breathes you in like a depraved man.

the only condition you had when you did this was for him to keep his hands to himself— at least until you both decide to move on to something else. until then, his fists clench the sheets beneath the both of you, and his ears stay flat on his fluffy head.

“i’m… i’m close again, g- aah, please, please…!” he begs, cock weeping precum as you continuously jerk him off. you smile, absentmindedly rocking your hips to the rhythm you held him prisoner to— gepard was too engulfed in the warmth of your hand to notice, anyways. “cum whenever you want sweet boy,” you purr, and he keens as he buries his face in your neck, his hips lifting off the bed ever so slightly as they meet your hand and he thrusts, riding the high of his orgasm.

sticky cum coats your hand for the nth time; you relent your grip on his cock for his sake, instead choosing to shower him with chaste kisses all over his face. gepard whines, taking ahold of your waist weakly as he breathes into the crook of your neck.

“geppie, your han-“ he cuts you off, swiftly switching positions so you’re now laying on your back as he hovers over you, chest rising and falling quickly, catching his breath from the intensity of his orgasm. gepard’s tail wags slowly behind him as his hands creep up from your waist to your chest just as slowly- you feel his cock harden against your pelvis, precum spilling from his pinky tip.

“‘ts my turn now,” he huffs, leaning down to nip at your neck.

boothill is the most obnoxious dalmatian hybrid you’ve ever seen (not that you’ve seen many, or at all). but he’s made your life so fun so you can’t be too mad at him

he’s always dragging you out of bed to go do something— could be going to the park nearby or sit in the living room playing video games on your dusty console, it doesn’t matter because he’ll MAKE you step out of your cozy nest!!

you’re glad he’s friendly, because you’re not sure how you would handle such an excited hybrid when you left the house. people come up to the both of you to chat and he indulges their questions, essentially leading the conversation (while you stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to say).

boothill is also great with kids, unexpectedly. 9 times out of 10 when you go to the park he ends up playing with someone’s child, bright smile on his face as he messes up their hair with a rough hand. they’ll throw a frisbee for him to go catch and he’ll do it happily, or he’ll even… teach them how to beat people up.

(you stare mortified as he teaches a little girl how to throw a proper punch only for her to then punch her parent when she leaves boothill’s side. you go up to them and apologize profusely, forcing boothill to bow with you.)

he also loves to help you out, even though he’s not the greatest at household chores— but he definitely tries! though he is a stellar cook, which never fails to surprise you whenever he’s on dinner duty. he just… really sucks at everything else.

it’s… mostly because he just has so much energy. he sweeps the floor? nope, he’s picking off the pieces of the broom off of the floor because he accidentally broke it. he’s fixing your bed? nuh uh, you’re throwing out the ruined bedsheets because he accidentally tore them to shreds somehow.

so, with all of these accidents happening because he’s just brimming with energy 24/7, you started purposely exhausting him. or, rather, gave him the green light to exhaust you until he tires himself out.

“booth-aah, w-wait, you’re being too…!” you fall over on top of his hard chest, keening at the new angle his cock reached inside of you. he repeated his assault on the spot that made you see stars as your jaw gaped, broken moans leaving your lips.

“don’t tell me y’re tapping out.. haa, already!” boothill grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. he throws his head back with a loud moan, abs tensing as he nears yet another climax— the 5th one of the night. maybe, maybe not. you lost count after the third one.

you bury your face into the crook of his neck, focusing on the feeling of his cock plugging you full instead of the soreness, the burn in your muscles that came from your knees holding you up on his lap.

watching you riding him will always be his favourite thing in the world, even if he always ends up fucking up into you and taking back control at the end of the night.

“gonna cu-uum…” you whine, clenching around his length almost painfully tightly, hearing his breathing hitch as an orgasm is ripped out of him in consequence to yours. boothill’s fingers dig into your ass, his hips lifting off the bed as he cums deep inside of your sloppy hole again, sticky fluid building up beneath the sheets.

you collapse on top of him fully, chest heaving against his own as you come back to your senses, slowly but surely. boothill’s ears perk up, hearing how your breathing had evening out.

“so… got another round in ya?”

[civetside]

IS IT CLOSE ENOUGH TO HALLOWEEN TO POST THIS?

[veurence]

𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖨 ﹫𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗓 ＿＿ 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌.

[harrowedsoup]

I can’t believe that Harrow staring at Gideon’s sweaty forearms is canon. I would love a ranch AU where Gideon thinks Harrow hates her because she keeps following her around looking PISSED but that’s just Harrow trying to cover up the fact that she’s checking her out while she’s doing physical labor. 

Or an AU where Harrow keeping hiring Gideon as a contractor to rebuild her house, because it’s like a million years old, only to keep changing the plans because she likes watching Gideon swing a sledgehammer around

[thebramblewood]

Friends who mold clay together stay together.

Previous / Next

Caleb: Your idea of a night on the town is crashing your former campus?

Helena: It’s my happy place, okay? The last time I remember feeling safe I was here.

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Helena: Huh. Foxbury has gotten more creative. Still assholes, though.

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Caleb: Are you picking the lock?

Helena: Are you an undercover cop? Relax.

Caleb: I just wouldn’t have guessed casual breaking and entering was your style.

Helena: I’ve already done worse things than the old me could even imagine. Committing a petty crime seems hilariously quaint in comparison.

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Caleb: Tell me this isn’t about finally getting revenge on some professor who once gave you a poor grade. Clay?

Helena: Ulrike made me take a pottery class with her one summer. I was terrible at it, but for once I didn’t care. It was oddly meditative. My brain was at peace. I could really use that feeling now.

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Helena: Caleb, look! [hisses dramatically]

Caleb: [laughing] Stop! You’re distracting me.

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Helena: Will you show me the rest of the story now?

Caleb: Tomorrow. You should really try to get some rest first.

[emile-hides]

The year is 2024, 8 years post release, and Pokemon Go not only finally gives trainers the ability to have more than just the default hair style and one of four eye and skin colors, but decided while they were there to completely blast every other Pokemon Game in the world out of existence by removing Gender entirely and giving the player customizable body types complete with separate sliders for Weight, Muscle, Shoulders, Chest, and Waist

[katbug666]

"i have mommy issues."

don't worry baby mommy can take care of that...

[arithmonym]

checking out the new stardew valley update :-)

[wiihtigo]

these frauds

[ironvolt545]

⛥WICCAN⛥ aka "TEEN" ~ AGATHA ALL ALONG

Introducing my version of Wiccan aka "Teen" from Agatha All Along. Enjoy!

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[wontune]

COMO MEXER NAS NOTIFICAÇÕES PELO LOCKSTAR NO SAMSUNG

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@moon-zazai pessoa que pediu o tutorial!

[lgbtmi]

my prev custom dice set randomly gained traction and it made me realise I've never shared these beauties with the tumblypoos (affectionate)

these were made by bandit.bones.dice on Instagram, they're based on my girly willow and yes those are rose thorns in the hunger dice. photos don't do them justice. go ask locke to make u sum dice.

[eskildit]

kinda want to put ianthe and abigail pent in a jar together and shake them around a little. something about the afforded eccentricity when you have a secure position of power but are not (or no longer are) the next in line to rule.

[vamp-a-day]

day 70

learned my art program has an animation feature