#Modern Roofing Solutions

[nehaagrawal]

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[blogeternal]

Breathable Roof Felt – Protect Your Home and Save Energy

As the architectural landscape evolves, roofing technology has witnessed remarkable advancements, with breathable roof felt emerging as a key innovation. This material, once a revolutionary concept, is now an essential component of modern roofing systems. Its unique properties not only protect homes from external elements but also enhance energy efficiency and structural integrity. This guide delves into the science, benefits, selection process, and installation techniques of breathable roof felt, offering a thorough understanding for homeowners, builders, and roofing professionals.

[marcosroofing]

Roof Repair In Melbourne - Australia

Hiring a roof repair In Melbourne is important to ensure the safety and security of your property. A damaged roof can lead to leaks, structural damage, and other issues that can be expensive to repair. Regular maintenance and timely repairs can help to extend the life of your roof and protect your property from potential damage. Roof repair in Melbourne is trained to identify potential issues and provide solutions to prevent further damage. They use high-quality materials and modern techniques to ensure that the repairs are effective and long-lasting.

[city-of-ladies]

"Women could be found working on construction sites, if only occasionally, including in specialized roles such as carpenters and masons. The research is found in the article, “Appropriate to Her Sex?” Women’s Participation on the Construction Site in Medieval and Early Modern Europe,” by Shelley E. Roff.

She surveyed a wide variety of records from throughout Western Europe, including tax records, inventories of wages paid on construction sites, and municipal accounts, and discovered numerous instances of women working alongside men on construction sites as far back at the 13th century. Most of these women were employed as day laborers, carrying out tasks such as moving water and building supplies around the sites, digging ditches and serving as assistants to bricklayers and stonemasons. For example, in the Spanish city of Seville during the 14th century, women were hired to dig trenches for the foundation of a new city wall, while at the nearby city of Toledo, one or two women were hired each day for the construction of the city’s cathedral, where they gathered lime and worked on the roof. Meanwhile in the French city of Toulouse, almost half the laborers working on the Perigord college site were women. Ross also finds several examples from England and Germany.

Roff notes that previous historians have seen many examples of women working on construction sites in their research, but they had believed that these were just abnormal exceptions caused by economic crises, or because the male population had been killed off through war or disease. But her new study suggests that women construction workers were more than just odd occurences. She explains that “the expansion of urban centers starting in the thirteenth century set off a trend of increasing female employment for day laborers and in the crafts, which only began to contract on occasion for women working in the crafts in the sixteenth century with ensuing economic crises.”

She also notes that in almost all accounts surveyed, the women were paid at a lower rate than the men, which would make the “a cost-effective solution” for site supervisors looking for ways to reduce expenses. The women who took these jobs would have come from society’s poor – those women who could not maintain their households and families just from their husbands’ (if they had one) income.

Roff also finds records showing women taking part in specialized building trades. In London in 1383, Katherine Lightfoot is recorded as the supplier of 2,000 painted tiles for bath in the King’s palace. Meanwhile, tax records from Paris during the years 1296 and 1313 reveal the existence of two female masons, a tiler and a plasterer. These women were not poorer individuals, rather they were the wives of male craftsman, and in some cases their widows. The 15th-century French writer Christine de Pizan noted in her book The Treasury of the City of Ladies that craftswomen, “should learn all the shop details so that she can properly supervise the workers when her husband is away or not paying attention.”

Women workers could be found on the medieval construction site, Medievalists.net

[keekee-23]

Unspoken Desires

A Y/N x Damian Priest Fanfiction

Warning: Smut

Summary: Damian Priest offers Y/N a place to stay during her house fumigation. She accidentally catches Damian in an intimate moment, leading to a passionate encounter that reveals their hidden feelings.

Y/N sighed as she locked the front door of her house, taking one last glance at the “Fumigation in Progress” sign staked in her front yard. She knew it was necessary, but the inconvenience of finding somewhere to stay for a few days wasn’t something she’d anticipated. Fortunately, her good friend Damian Priest had offered her a solution. He had invited her to stay at his place until the fumigation was complete. While she initially hesitated, his genuine concern and insistence had won her over.

The thought of being so close to Damian made her nervous, not because she feared for her safety—she knew he would protect her without a second thought—but because of the feelings she had been harboring for him, feelings she had kept hidden for far too long.

When she arrived at Damian’s place, she was struck by how comfortable and inviting it was. Damian’s home was a perfect reflection of him—modern, stylish, and undeniably masculine. The walls were adorned with a mixture of Batman, horror paraphilia and Asian inspired decor, and the furniture was sleek yet comfortable.

He greeted her with his usual charming smile, his tall, muscular frame leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Make yourself at home, Y/N,” Damian said, his voice smooth and inviting. “I’m really glad you decided to stay here. It’ll be nice having some company.”

Y/N returned his smile, though her heart was pounding in her chest. “Thanks, Damian. I really appreciate you letting me crash here. I didn’t want to impose.”

“You’re not imposing at all,” he assured her, his dark eyes holding hers for a moment longer than usual. “I’m happy to have you here.”

The warmth in his voice made her stomach flutter. She had always been attracted to Damian—who wouldn’t be? He was tall, tatted, handsome, and had an effortless charisma that drew people to him. But there was more to him than his looks. He was kind, thoughtful, and had a way of making her feel special, even when she was just a friend in his orbit. And now, staying under his roof, she couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way about her.

After Y/N settled in, Damian insisted on making dinner. He moved confidently around the kitchen, his strong hands expertly chopping vegetables and seasoning the meat. Y/N watched him from the kitchen island, admiring the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he worked.

“You’re quite the chef,” Y/N remarked, trying to distract herself from the way her body was reacting to him.

Damian chuckled, glancing at her over his shoulder. “I like to cook. It helps me unwind after a long day. Plus, it’s a great way to impress guests.”

Y/N smirked, feeling a little more at ease. “Well, consider me impressed.”

They ate together at the dining table, the atmosphere comfortable but with an undercurrent of tension that neither could ignore. They talked about everything and nothing— her job, his upcoming wrestling tours, their mutual friends, old memories—but there was something different about their conversation tonight. Damian seemed more attentive, his gaze lingering on her lips when she spoke, his hand brushing hers when he passed her the salt. Y/N felt the heat rise in her cheeks every time their eyes met.

After dinner, they moved to the living room. Damian poured them each a glass of wine, and they sat on the couch, the dim lighting creating an intimate ambiance. They continued talking, their conversation flowing easily, but Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen, something that would change everything between them.

When it was finally time to call it a night, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. The day had been surprisingly perfect, and the thought of it ending left her with a longing she couldn’t quite shake.

“Goodnight, Damian,” she said softly as he showed her to the guest room, the wine having left her feeling warm and slightly flushed.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, his voice low and filled with something she couldn’t quite place. “Sleep well.”

She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Her heart was still racing, her mind replaying every moment of the evening. It was as if something had shifted between them, something subtle but undeniable.

Y/N changed into her pajamas and slipped into the guest bed, but sleep wouldn’t come.

Her mind replayed the evening's events, the way Damian had looked at her, the subtle touches that sent shivers down her spine. Did he feel the same way she did? Or was she imagining things, letting her attraction to him cloud her judgment?

Sometime later, she woke up with the need to use the bathroom. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep as she padded down the hallway. On her way back to the guest room, something caught her attention. Damian’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a soft light spilled into the hallway.

Curiosity got the best of her, and Y/N found herself peeking through the crack in the door. What she saw made her heart stop.

Damian was lying on his bed, his shirt discarded on the floor, his muscular chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. One hand gripped the sheets beside him, while the other was wrapped around his length, moving with steady, deliberate strokes. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what she was witnessing. But what shocked her more than anything was hearing him moan her name, his voice thick with desire.

“Y/N…”

The sound of her name falling from his lips sent a shockwave of arousal through her body. She should have turned away, given him his privacy, but she was rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of him pleasuring himself, thinking of her.

She bit her lip, feeling a rush of heat between her thighs as she watched him. The sight of Damian in such an intimate moment, his face contorted in pleasure as he whispered her name, was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed. Her pulse quickened, and she felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to go to him, to be the one to satisfy the desire he was feeling.

But just as she tried to back away, her foot accidentally bumped into a small table by the wall, the sound echoing loudly in the silent hallway. She froze, her heart leaping into her throat as Damian’s eyes snapped open and locked onto hers.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Y/N’s face burned with embarrassment, her mind racing as she tried to come up with an excuse, anything to explain why she was standing there, watching him. But Damian’s expression was calm, almost amused, as if he had been expecting this all along.

Slowly, he sat up and adjusted himself. His movements were deliberate as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Y/N’s eyes were drawn to his body, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. He didn’t seem the least bit ashamed of being caught in such a compromising position. If anything, he looked pleased.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down her spine.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her brain was still trying to process what she had just seen, what she was still seeing. Damian’s eyes were dark with desire as he stood and slowly walked toward her, his movements predatory, like a panther stalking its prey.

Y/N’s body reacted before her mind could catch up, her heart pounding in her chest as he approached. She knew she should turn and run, retreat to the safety of the guest room, but she couldn’t move. The way he was looking at her, with such raw, unfiltered lust, made her knees weak.

When he was only a foot away, Damian reached out, his hand cupping her cheek as he gazed down at her. His touch was warm, his thumb gently stroking her skin as he tilted her head up to meet his eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to see that,” he murmured, his voice sending vibrations through her body. “But I’m glad you did.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. There was something in his tone, something in the way he was looking at her, that made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall. Her mind was racing, trying to process what was happening, but all she could focus on was the heat radiating from his body, the way his breath ghosted over her skin.

“I… I didn’t mean to—” she started, but Damian cut her off with a soft shush.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” he whispered, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. His touch was gentle, but there was a firmness to it that made her shiver. “How long I’ve imagined this?”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She could hardly believe what she was hearing, but the sincerity in his voice, the intensity in his eyes, left no room for doubt. He wanted her—just as much as she wanted him.

“I’ve thought about you, too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it, but she didn’t care anymore. The truth was out, and there was no taking it back now.

Damian’s eyes darkened with desire, and before she could say another word, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Y/N melted into him, her hands coming up to clutch his shoulders as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

The kiss was everything she had imagined it would be—intense, passionate, and filled with a longing that had been building between them for so long. Damian’s hands roamed her body, exploring every curve with a reverence that made her feel cherished, desired. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her toes curl.

He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers, and Y/N moaned softly into his mouth. She could feel the heat of his arousal through his boxers against her, and it only fueled her own desire. She wanted him—needed him—more than she had ever needed anyone.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bed. Y/N’s heart pounded with excitement as he laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers, every movement deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” Y/N admitted, her voice trembling with anticipation. She reached up, tracing the lines of his jaw with her fingertips, marveling at the softness of his skin beneath her touch. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Damian.”

Her confession seemed to ignite something in him. With a low growl, Damian claimed her lips once more, the kiss searing and intense. His hands were everywhere, sliding beneath her shirt to push it up and over her head, discarding it carelessly to the floor. Y/N’s breath hitched as his hands moved to her bra, deftly unclasping it before tossing it aside. He paused for a moment, his gaze raking over her exposed chest, his eyes darkening with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone, and lower still. Y/N’s breath hitched as he kissed his way down to her breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease one of her hardened nipples.

Y/N gasped, her back arching off the bed as Damian gently took her nipple into his mouth, sending a surge of pleasure through her. The sensation was overwhelming, and she instinctively tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he lavished her breasts with tender attention. His tongue teased and his lips caressed, each movement igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. Damian’s hands began to explore further, slipping under the waistband of her shorts with a deliberate, slow motion, smoothly tugging them down along with her panties, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

Once she was completely bare before him, Damian paused to drink in the sight of her. His eyes traced every curve, every inch of her exposed skin with an intensity that made Y/N’s heart race. The heat of his gaze made her skin tingle, and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks under his thorough scrutiny. Yet, despite her initial shyness, the way he looked at her—with such raw, unfiltered admiration—made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Y/N's thoughts blurred, lost in the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her. The earlier embarrassment she had felt was now a distant memory, drowned out by the overwhelming desire that consumed her. All she could focus on was Damian—how incredible his touch felt, how deeply she craved him. Every caress, every kiss was like a spark to the fire burning within her, intensifying her need for him with each passing moment.

Sensing the depth of her longing, Damian's lips began to travel lower, brushing over the soft, sensitive skin of her stomach, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His hands followed, gentle yet firm, as they continued to explore her body. He paused briefly, lifting his gaze to meet hers, his eyes dark with desire and filled with a silent question. Y/N, breathless and unable to speak, simply nodded, her consent clear in the way her body responded to his touch.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Damian leaned down, his lips pressing a tender, lingering kiss to her inner thigh, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. Every movement, every touch, was filled with a reverence that made her feel cherished, desired, and utterly consumed by the moment.

Y/N bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her as his lips moved closer to the place where she needed him most. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body trembling with anticipation as Damian continued his exploration, his mouth leaving no inch of her untouched.

When his tongue finally flicked over her sensitive core, Y/N cried out, her hips lifting off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Damian’s grip on her tightened, holding her in place as he delved deeper, his tongue teasing and tasting her with a skill that made her head spin.

He worked her with a precision that spoke of experience, his movements deliberate and focused. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to drive her to the edge of ecstasy. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as she lost herself in the sensation, her mind a blur of pleasure.

“Damian…” she gasped, her hands reaching for him, needing to feel him, to touch him.

Damian lifted his head, his lips glistening with her arousal as he crawled back up her body. He kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, and Y/N’s desire for him only intensified. She could feel him, hard and ready against her thigh, and she wanted him inside her, needed him more than anything she had ever needed before.

“I need you,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with the intensity of her longing.

Damian didn’t keep her waiting long. He quickly stripped away his boxers, revealing his tatted muscular body in all its glory. Y/N’s eyes roamed over him, taking in the sight of his broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his chest and abs, the way his body seemed to radiate strength and power. And then there was the hard, thick length of him, standing proudly between his legs, a clear testament to his desire for her.

Y/N swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as her eyes locked onto his. Damian’s gaze was molten with need as he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. He leaned down, capturing her lips in another heated kiss as he guided himself to her entrance, the tip of him brushing against her wetness.

Y/N moaned softly into his mouth, her hips bucking instinctively as she sought to bring him closer. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, her body aching for him, for the fulfillment she knew only he could provide.

Damian groaned, the sound vibrating against her lips as he slowly began to push inside her. He moved with a deliberate slowness, inch by agonizing inch, stretching her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious combination of pleasure and pressure that had Y/N gasping for breath.

When he was fully seated inside her, Damian paused, his forehead resting against hers as they both took a moment to savor the feeling of being so intimately connected. Y/N’s breath came in shallow pants as she adjusted to the size of him, her body stretching to accommodate him in a way that felt almost sinful.

“You feel so good,” Damian whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before slowly beginning to move, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with a smooth, controlled thrust.

Y/N moaned, her head falling back against the pillows as she gave herself over to the sensation. Every thrust was measured, deliberate, as Damian took his time, building a slow, steady rhythm that left her trembling with need. He was relentless, driving into her with a precision that made her toes curl, each stroke sending waves of pleasure radiating out from her core.

“Damian,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his back as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of skin against skin, punctuated by the breathless moans and gasps that fell from her lips.

Damian shifted his angle slightly, his hips rolling in a way that hit just the right spot inside her, and Y/N cried out, her body arching off the bed as a powerful surge of pleasure washed over her. He was hitting all the right places, every thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Y/N’s world narrowed down to the feeling of Damian inside her, the heat of his body pressed against hers, the way he was driving her absolutely wild with every thrust. Her breath hitched as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her lower belly, winding tighter and tighter with every movement.

Damian could sense her nearing the edge, and he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, as he sought to bring her to the peak of pleasure. His hand slid between their bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core and pressing down with just the right amount of pressure.

Y/N’s eyes flew open, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the pleasure exploded within her, a white-hot burst of ecstasy that had her entire body trembling. She clung to Damian, her nails digging into his back as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of intense pleasure rolling through her body. Y/N's moans filled the room, her voice raw and unrestrained as she gave herself over completely to the sensation.

Damian groaned in response, his own control fraying as he felt her walls tightening around him, pulsing with the force of her climax. The way she responded to him, the way her body moved with his, was pushing him to the edge faster than he expected. But he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. He wanted to make this moment last, to savor every second of being with her like this.

He slowed his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming deep and measured as he rode out her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure until she was left trembling and spent beneath him. Y/N's breath came in short, ragged gasps as the aftershocks of her release pulsed through her, her body still clinging to Damian's with a desperate need.

But Damian wasn’t done. He wasn’t satisfied with just one climax; he wanted to see her fall apart again, to hear her cry out his name as he took her to new heights of pleasure. With that thought in mind, he shifted his position slightly, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder to change the angle of his thrusts.

Y/N gasped as the new angle sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt another wave of arousal build within her. Damian’s movements were more controlled now, each thrust precise and deliberate as he pushed her closer and closer to another climax. His hand found her clit once more, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that had her hips bucking against him, chasing after that delicious friction.

“Damian, please,” Y/N whimpered, her voice desperate as she felt herself teetering on the edge once again. She was so close, so achingly close, and the need to fall over that edge was almost unbearable.

Damian’s eyes darkened at her plea, a growl rumbling in his chest as he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving into her with a renewed intensity. He could feel his own release building, the tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter with every thrust. But he held back, determined to bring her to the brink first.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Come for me again, baby. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

His words were like a trigger, pushing her over the edge with a force that took her breath away. Y/N’s body tensed, her back arching off the bed as her second orgasm slammed into her, even more powerful than the first. Her vision blurred, and she cried out his name, her voice hoarse and trembling with the intensity of her release.

The sight of her coming undone beneath him, the feel of her tight, pulsing walls around him, was Damian’s undoing. With a guttural moan, he finally let go, his hips snapping against hers as he buried himself deep inside her, his release hitting him with a force that left him trembling. He groaned her name, his voice rough and low as he spilled into her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax.

For a moment, they were both still, their bodies locked together as they rode out the last waves of their release. Y/N’s breath came in soft, ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Damian remained above her, his arms trembling slightly as he held himself up, his breath hot against her neck.

Finally, when their breathing began to slow and the room grew quiet once more, Damian gently pulled out of her, collapsing onto the bed beside her. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they both basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Y/N snuggled into his chest, her body still humming with the remnants of pleasure as she listened to the steady beat of his heart.

They lay like that for a long time, neither of them wanting to break the comfortable silence that had settled over them. Damian’s fingers traced lazy patterns on her back, his touch soothing and tender, as if he couldn’t get enough of feeling her skin against his.

Y/N sighed contentedly, her eyes fluttering shut as she let herself relax completely in his embrace. She had never felt so at peace, so completely satisfied, as she did in that moment. Everything felt right, as if this was exactly where she was meant to be.

“I’m glad you stayed,” Damian murmured after a while, his voice soft and filled with contentment. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering against her hair.

“Me too,” Y/N replied, her voice equally soft as she nuzzled closer to him. She knew that things would be different between them now, that their relationship had shifted in a way that couldn’t be undone. But she wasn’t afraid of that change. In fact, she welcomed it.

There was no need for words in that moment. They both knew what had happened, and they both knew that it was the start of something new, something beautiful. And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that whatever came next, they would face it together.

[seat-safety-switch]

Most of you have never driven a car that's got a supercharger on it. Despite mass-media's glorification of the humble Roots (and even the inferior screw-type,) production automobiles have, at best, a turbocharger. Aftermarket cars? Turbos are cheap as hell from AliExpress, slap 'em on there.

The humble supercharger is dying out, between "it costs more to make," "you actually have to maintain it," "belts are icky," and "it caused my fuel economy to poop off a cliff." I think this is a little disappointing. We've lost our heritage as far as Mad Max-style blower whine goes. And that's on gas cars, the exclusive province of "maybe this is a bad idea, but it makes a cool noise."

Even though the sound of an IGBT-stuffed inverter spooling up and getting its gallop on is certainly exciting, there's no way we can put a supercharger on top of an electric car. It will simply cease to exist, lost along with the internal-combustion engine in favour of effortless, abundant torque from any speed.

Don't worry, though. I've got a solution. Many people don't know this, but the Roots supercharger originates in mineshaft ventilation. Bossmen kept having their workers run out of oxygen and die deep underground. The solution? Build a giant machine that pumps compressed air down the mineshaft, and make those ungrateful labourers suck in fresh air whether they like it or not. Sure, a couple lungs were popped, and even the dumbest forum tuner will tell you that the increased air-fuel ratio forced a lot of miners to eat a bigger breakfast, but it worked out. And it can work out for ourselves in this great new modern era.

If there's one thing that electric cars don't currently have, it's good air conditioning. Keeping the humans inside comfortable is simply too much of a drag on current. By cutting a hole in the roof, and then welding a Roots-type supercharger onto that roof, we can easily ventilate the cabin enough to blow the windows out of the doors. Sure, it does mean quite a bit of parasitic loss (that's engineer for "it's kinda hard to push until it really gets going,") but I think it's worth it to preserve our culture. Also, you should really wear ear protection while you're sitting that close to it.

[simverses]

Castle Kit Windle Part 5: Spiral Stairs

To be able to build that perfect castle you need spiral stairs. And we don't have them in game. But, thnx to The Pancake and @mizoreyukii WE DO. (You need to have the modern version in game to make this medieval version to work, so follow the link and download it. Also, read more about how to use)

The steel version is not really fitting the Castle Theme. I made a wooden version already, now you get two versions in stone. Sturdy, old pixel stone.

The first version is plain and windling. If you have used the spiral stairs before, you know they only exist for low wall height. Well, I made versions for medium and tall also. Same animations, so the sis jump a bit. BUT WHO DOESN'T when running in stairs? They look cool anyway, me thinks :P

I also made a version with walls, for your sims who are afraid of heights.

They also hide the jumping. You can stack them, but you need one floor tile so sims can go further.

Racing to the top!

Place the stairs on the corner of a house, place a door to the platform, and they work perfect as a corner tower, with stairs.

Corner Tower in background.

I also made decopieces for these stairs (or to use for other stuff, of course). They are a bit slimmer than the other Castle Kit decopieces, and already put together to handy solutions for the spiralstairs.

3/4 circular tower walls with or without window.

There are also a fence cap 3/4 piece and a tower cap 3/4 piece with roof. Seen in big pic below

Download Castle Kit Windle Spiral Stairs (Curseforge)

[victoria-rue]

victoria-rue's Recommendation Masterlist

I was tired of play hide 'n seek with old stories in my likes. So I'm just going to leave them here so I can find them better and so other people can find them easier too ♥︎

Recommendation Masterlist part 1, part 2, part 3, & part 4

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Beth by @farfromharry

Eddie’s trying to navigate adulthood after a baby is dropped on him from a prior hookup. He tries his best for the baby girl and does well, things are made even easier with the help of his friends around him. When he meets you his life flips again, and although it takes a while to admit your feelings, he eventually ends up with a family he never expected he would have.

june baby by @luveline

you're a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen. queue smiley face oatmeal, grossly misused power tools, desserts on the living room floor, a haircut, and an abundance of nerd metaphors

the pain of letting you go by @strangermarvelss

you've separated from your husband, eddie, but aren't looking to rebound anytime soon. but he is

Penny 'Verse by @queenimmadolla

having found a family in your friends, Hawkins is no longer a sinkhole to you, so when you and Eddie discover you’re expecting, letting all your other plans go in favor of starting a family isn’t all that difficult.

Billy Hargrove

18 by @perpetuelledaydreaming

Billy Hargrove needs a Queen and you need someone to help you get out of the hellhole that you are currently in as you move to Hawkins. It should be an easy and obvious solution, right?

the hurt is good by @bookshelf-dust

Steddie

Good Neighbors (Steddie X Reader) (Book One) by @justmeinadaze

You move into a new apartment complex with you six year old son while going through a divorce. You meet your sexy neighbors Steve and Eddie who are adorable with your kiddo and both care a lot about you.

We're A Family (Book Two) by @justmeinadaze

Steve, Eddie, reader, and her son are now all under one roof taking things one day at a time with their taboo little family.

Marvel

Steve Rogers

the send-off by @earth616variant

Being his best friend and assistant, Howard Stark asked you to be the first one to be tested on his time machine project. After some unexpected errors, you ended up stuck in the modern times of the 21st century. Where you meet the man you thought died years ago: Steve Rogers.

Peter Parker

Infinitely You by @spider-stark

In every universe you are the one person Peter Parker will always love more than anything; unfortunately, he always realizes it too late. Now that they've been granted a second chance none of them are willing to miss out on finally making things right.

Barbie

Ken

Kenough for you by @frost-queen

This Isn't Barbie Land by @guppydoll

You are working away as a waitress at a night club when the oddest man came up to you after your shift and accidentally swept you off your feet. Yet you don't know if you are ready for another relationship after the disaster that was your last one. You just hope everything goes nice and easy. Ken is your doll and he wants you to teach him how to be human and help you through the pain you've been feeling. 

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Pure-Blood Potter by @fanfics4all

Are You With Me? by @sourstilinski

Y/N is a Slytherin muggle born. She’s used to her house ostracizing her due to her blood status and her friendship with the Golden Trio, especially Draco Malfoy. But during their fifth year, they discover they might need each other more than they think

Bill Weasley

long hair & tattoos by @wisteria-blooms

You, (Y/N) Malfoy, despise your family’s views on blood purity. Unlike your little brother Draco, you won’t be roped into marrying for status. However, when your father, Lucius, puts down an ultimatum, you’re forced to find a lover for next week’s dinner. With his long hair, tattoos, piercings, and your father’s worst nightmare reincarnated in a man, who better to bring than a much older Bill Weasley? What should’ve been one night of deceit turns to a battle of charades and wits. Just who will crumble first: your family, Bill, or you?

James Potter

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 by @astonishment

James plans on proposing to Lily. Trying to calm his nerves, he goes for a walk in the woods, then somehow finds himself in the land of the dead, engaged to Y/N, the corpse bride. With his friends and girlfriend looking for him, can James make it back to the land of the living? Does he even want to?

Regulus Black

Manipulating Death: Season One by @morganalatina21

When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

Second Son by @cherryslyce

Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

Tom Riddle

Challenging fate by @lovebeinaprincessworld

There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.

Young Sheldon / The Big Bang Theory

Georgie Cooper

Texas Romance by @countrymusiclover

Y/n is Missy's high school friend, even though the Cooper girl is only in elementary school. She spends a lot of time at the Cooper house and learns what living with Sheldon was like. Through her years of high school, she realized that she's crushing on the eldest football playing brother Georgie. He's reckless and does things his mom doesn't approve of so Y/n questions herself of how she is falling for him. The two have to figure out if they can actually be a couple or not and deal with Missy's teasing.

The Texas Tire Family by @countrymusiclover

10 years after George Sr passed away Georgie and Y/n have to adjust to being the adults of the family. But when Sheldon reunites with the pair he needs them to come to his wedding, except Georgie tells him no. Dealing with two ten year olds and a secret they never expected to hear Sheldon was getting married.

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Jake Sully

Si fpom by @fluloa

You're dead to me by @chaethewriter

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

folklore masterlist ✩ jake sully by @theseuscmander

widowed jake sully tries his hardest to heal from the loss of neytiri and you’re there to pick up the pieces and mend him back together, even if neither of you wanted to or realized.

Hoodie by @midnightsapphire

you thought jake was the one, now you’re grasping straws at what was.. and what could have been

I See You by @heirtothekingdom (now only on Ao3)

You observe the mighty warrior, the famed Toruk Makto, struggling to adjust to his new life in the Metkayina clan. The gentle whisperings of Eywa push you past your comfort to reach out a helping hand, to ease Jake Sully in the only way you can.

Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyo'itan

i want to see mama too by @dreamingofpandora

seven years ago, you had died alongside grace while trying to protect pandora. a few months after your death it was discovered that you were pregnant; leaving tsu'tey to raise your son vu'ran without you. but, things start to get strange when vu'ran is certain he saw you move.

Miles Quaritch

Ma Miles by @mechformers

When your son is taken, left behind by your Toruk Makto, you desperately go on the hunt for your boy. Knowing who took him, knowing that nothing good awaits him, you search high and low through the battlefield of Pandora, praying that Eywa will guide your way.

What Do I Tell My Friends Family by @plzfeedmebread

No More Than a Memory by @chaoticlicense

Miles isn't the same man as his human counterpart. The mistakes of the past are not his own. Neither are the feelings he has for a woman he's never met but remembers as though he has. In another life, you were everything to him. His light, his life, the one who brought a little joy to his dreary world. But you made your choice just as he made his. You both know that neither of you can change the past but maybe, just maybe, you can forge a new future…

Avatar: The New Mission by @milknhonies

After failing his mission to hunt down Jake Sully, Miles Quaritch is given a new mission. Let’s just say you’re not the most co-operative na’vi native and Quaritch loves to put you in your place.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

ONE OF US by @forever--darling

neteyam sully was the next olo'eyktan and for years had been focused on his training and his responsibilities only. he had never accounted for you to become one of them. when you got your avatar body and ended up in the forest alone, being brought to the village and offered to be taught the ways of the people wasn't what you expected. let alone it being neteyam, future olo'eyktan becoming your teacher.

“you make me feel brave//you make me feel safe” by @thesparkisnearlygone

alyara was only six weeks old when she was left behind as the sky people were forced to leave pandora 19 years ago. she was raised by Norm and Max, and she grew up running through the forest of pandora with the sully’s. her love for neteyam had blossomed over the years, but she knew nothing could come of her feelings for him, even after she is surprised with her own avatar. still, she can’t seem to picture herself with anyone else, and she will soon find that her feelings are not unrequited.

Charming Killer by @writing-makes-me-human

You get chased into the wilds of Pandora with a broken communication collar and a bullet wound, but Neteyam finds you. He goes to kill you but an omen from Eywa stops him, and as he approaches you he realizes you are his destined mate.

His Secret Admirer by @teyums

All Of My Love by @kurogxrix

IN WHICH Neteyam’s mother and clan disapproves of your relationship, because you’re a dreamwalker. When you both advance in your relationship, the clan cannot help but attempt to ruin things for the both of you.

Ao’nung

Weakened by Eywa by @shkudss

Ao’nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Jake & Neytiri

My Heart Never Knows by @star-girl69

In the safety of the Reef, you know no war. You only know your family, the feel of the ocean on your skin, the feel of the wind blowing through your hair. You know only simple things, the barely there shine of the sun, a reprieve from where you are covered by your sister. You are the moon and she is the sun, and you are destined to live like this. You had long since given up any hopes of a mate until the Forest People arrive, on their colorful flying ikrans. Ronal does not like them. Tonowari respects them. Tsireya is entranced, Ao’nung sees them as new market to tease. With your family divided, you do not know how to feel about them. Until you See them, the parents of this family, Jake Sully and Neytiri, and the sun suddenly feels so much brighter. But your heart never know the future. It is in the hands of Eywa, but you cannot give your heart to these strangers knowing it could hurt. But, it seems this strange man and woman have other plans.

Keep Me Ablaze (Book One) by @star-girl69

The only mother you have ever known is the forest. Yes, you have Grace, other women at the base. But they are not quite your mother. It’s hard for your Aunt to talk about her- but how can you blame her? Alone and drifting through the world, a fire burning inside of you that threatens to snuff out, Grace teaches you alongside the Omaticaya at her school. They call her sa’nok, and sometimes you wish you could call her that too. But you feel like you would be betraying your mother. Neytiri is your spark, even while you’re young, shy when Grace pushes you to play with her and even shyer when the two of you form a tentative friendship. But it grows, and she grows into the woman you know now. Life without her is miserable, but at least you have something new to explore in the form of your Avatar. You run through the forests and help Grace, and soon you are 20 years old and looking out onto your life like it is a prison. You could leave. Go to Earth. But you couldn’t leave the forest, your Aunt, the memories of your mother and father. Then, Jake Sully comes, a warrior with no legs, who holds the same spark as Neytiri does. But with the weight of impending war looming on each of you, death everywhere, you don’t know if they can keep you ablaze.

Ember in Your Hands (Book Two) by @star-girl69

Although a part of you had died, you found that you were still full of life. With children running around and healed scars, life is what you dreamed about during those dark nights so long ago. You don’t know betrayal anymore, you don’t know loss or suffering. When you’re forced out of the only home you’ve ever known, you find yourself becoming hateful and bitter. You blame your mates, who have only ever burned for you, for all that has happened. You’ve changed and they’ve changed, and you’re not sure if they can keep you ablaze- not this time. You’re just an ember in your hands.

Yawnetu by @sunandsstars

One other mate was enough, but two? Unneeded. _ was the outcast, the unwanted woman. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t ever see her..right?

Tonowari & Ronal

Yawnetu by @sunandsstars

With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals

Neteyam & Ao’nung

He's Not So Bad by @biolumilunareclipse

your parents as well as the his had decided that you would be ao’nungs mate and the tsahìk of the metkayina clan. you were to be mated after you had both reached a certain point in your training. naturally, they suggested you help ao’nung and tsireya help teach the forest people your ways in your free time. this allows you to develope a close bond with the eldest son, neteyam, with whom you have plenty in common. as time passes and ao’nung becomes more accepting of them, he realizes they have plenty in common as well.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Willy Wonka

Chocolate Princess by @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

Y/n Ficklegruber can't help but become enamoured with the spectacularly peculiar man stood in the middle of the galleria.

The Candy Man by @kteezy997

Enola Holmes/Bridgerton

Sherlock Holmes

Upon a nightly walk by @frost-queen

Having snuck out of the house to explore the town at night, you stumble upon a drunken Sherlock. His drunken behavior very silly and adorable to you, you take it upon yourself to escort him home. Once there, you find it hard to leave him alone so you decide to stay. Which comes to a surprise for a waking Sherlock who tends with care for his sweet savior. 

Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether

Love at first encounter by @frost-queen

The moment I knew by @frost-queen

You are very bubbly, sweet and wise. Every since you were a little girl you dreamed of becoming a princess. One day you meet Tewkesbury, completely smitten by him and he by you. You are very certain about your future with him after meeting him once. Later during family diner, you tell your siblings you are to marry him. Leaving them with different reactions to your sudden news.

Benedict Bridgerton

love letters and seconds sons by @jimblejamblewritings

The princess is finally ready to debut in society. But before she does, she decides to disguise herself and see the true faces of the ton.

The Bear

Carmen Berzatto

Six Months by @aestheticaltcow

parenthood angst

[gyusimp]

°•Heart Fireworks•°

New Year Special One-Shot (NSFW)

Minors DNI | Fem reader | Smut content | Modern AU | Human Gyutaro | Somnophilia

I'm not gonna be at home during New Year so i leave this now. Thanks for all your support, i love you and Happy 2023! 💖🎆🎉

It was about 15 minutes to 12 o'clock. You had been fast asleep for about 2 hours next to Gyutaro in your bed. The weather at this time of year is usually very cold, outside the air froze the city and a thin layer of frost adhered to the windows of the houses in the neighborhood and to the roofs of the cars. The doors and windows in your room were locked. Before you went to sleep, you decided to turn on the heating. It wasn't something you used often to avoid some increases in your electricity bill but because today was a very cold day you decided to make an exception, besides, Gyutaro was your guest today and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable inside your house.

You had made this small gesture to be nice to him but you didn't know that he was actually going to have some problems. Gyutaro's house is rather simple in that it doesn't have any heating system, air conditioning or anything like that so he has become forced to learn to sleep in any weather. Usually, he doesn't mind the cold, actually, it helps him to fall asleep sometimes but if there was something he couldn't deal with it was the heat. Gyutaro tossed and turned on the bed trying to find a comfortable position to sleep but nothing worked. His forehead was wet causing parts of his bangs to stick to his pale skin, the sweat on his abdomen was dampening his sweatshirt, and his sweatpants were getting too heavy. He had already thrown to hell the sheets that covered his body but even so that unbearable heat did not disappear. Gyutaro thought it would be better to turn off the heating but he didn't know how those fucking devices worked, he had never used one and he didn't want to wake you up for such a stupid thing either.

Finally, Gyutaro gave up. He fumbled off the socks and sweatshirt he was wearing and threw them on the ground feeling somewhat angry. He settled back on the bed and sighed irritably. Gyutaro looked at you, you were asleep next to him and apparently you had also warmed up because you took off the sheets like him and you were only wearing your underwear and a basic tank top. Gyutaro did not take his eyes off of you, he watched your curves perfectly accommodated on the mattress and your soft breathing while you turned your back on him.

Gyutaro's breathing began to shake as well as his pulse, he could perfectly feel how after a few minutes looking at you a small tent formed under his pants causing him more pressure and heat. He felt very horny now, just by looking at your body he could imagine many things. Suddenly, something came to his mind. There is one thing that helps Gyutaro relax when he is alone and that on more than one occasion has helped him fall asleep or even relieve minor headaches. One thing led to another so if he now had a solution on his hands, literally, then he was going to use it.

Gyutaro's legs were bent and spread, he lowered his hand and placed it on top of his clothed member. He began to rub against the cloth causing chills to run down his spine. The friction between his palm and the cloth against his dick was driving him crazy, and he began to rock his hips gently to melt in his own careless touch. His lips parted to gasp from his mouth as pleasure began to fill his body. Gyutaro placed his fingers on it and move the fabric in different ways to get more of the desired sensation, making him feel even harder. He moaned silently, very careful not to wake you up, he closed his eyes, throwing his head back and feeling a pang in his stomach, he decided to put his hand under his pants and underwear to have direct contact with his cock. Touching himself, he could feel that he was already wet and that some of his liquid was leaking between his fingers. Gyutaro fucked his fist hard but not hard enough for you to notice how loving your boyfriend was giving himself behind you.

His back arched and his legs began to shake, he knew that in a very short time he was going to cum and he wanted to be aware of it. For some reason, Gyutaro likes to watch the exact moment his orgasms, if he can do it. That motivates him to keep going more and more until he's completely satisfied, no matter if he's with you or completely alone he loves to see his thick release coming out of him, sticky and warm and dripping onto his fingers. He enjoyed these moments alone when he felt aroused enough about something and luckily his sister was away from home, he could come into his room and fuck himself as much as he wanted until he felt satisfied. Right now, he couldn't enjoy it like he normally does. He felt a little stupid touching himself when you were next to him, but you were asleep and he wasn't going to wake you up just because he was horny. Gyutaro knows that it's very difficult for you to fall asleep so once you do it, he won't bother you at all. He will let you continue sleeping but that does not mean that he will not use you for his dirty deeds.

Gyutaro hasn't taken his lewd gaze away from you since he started, imagining you in thousands of positions for him, your face with particular expressions and the sound of your voice like when you moan because of him.

You were the last straw that broke the camel's back. His touch began to get harder and faster making him gasp and suppress a bunch of moans that struggled to come out from deep in his throat. Gyutaro was on the edge and in one movement he took his dick out of his boxers and his pants, observing his erection under the dim light of the moon between his slippery fingers. Once again, before cum, Gyutaro looked at you. He looked at your messy hair on your pillow, your bare shoulders and arms, your curvy waist so that your hips rest sensually on the bed, your short tank top exposing the skin of your lower back to him as well as your buttocks; the way your tight little black lace panties dipped into your butt was killing him, the pressure that the elastic made on your skin made him go crazy.

Your butt urged him to sink into you, Gyutaro's hand was faster. A fleeting thought but daring enough to make him think passed through his head. If he cum over you, would you feel it? Would you wake up or was your sleep so heavy? He had been moving around a lot and making sounds and until now you were still sleeping without any worries so that made him feel confident that you wouldn't wake up. Gyutaro approached to you and got into the big spoon position behind you but without wrapping his arms around you. He took his cock in one hand and placed the tip right in the middle of your butt, on top of your panties to begin rubbing against you as he continued to touching himself. After a few minutes the pleasure was indescribable, Gyutaro was in heaven and he knew that after this he would finally be able to sleep like never before no matter what. A burning sensation settled in his abdomen causing him to arch his back and close his eyes with force, he pressed his lips as much as he could, about to bleed his lip with his teeth from the force that he exerted, when he could no longer he covered his mouth tightly with his hand as he let out a muffled moan as he cum on top of you.

His hands trembled, his chest heaved up and down as if thousands of fireworks exploded inside his heart when he finally cum over your ass. Gyutaro lay back down next to you resting one of his muscled arms on his forehead trying to regulate his breathing with his mouth open. He was a bit tired so he was about to close his eyes but when he felt that you started to move, he was alerted immediately. You were sleeping peacefully when you felt a warm and thick sensation on your clothes that was wetting them at the same time, you managed to wake up so you turned around to face your boyfriend. At first you didn't think about it, you supposed that you probably sat on a wet chair in your dreams or something similar but when you opened your eyes you could see Gyutaro in front of you, with his naked dick sticking out of his pants.

You weren't angry, maybe a little surprised but not angry, rather, you felt flattered that you were able to arouse your boyfriend even while asleep and without putting a single finger on him and thinking about it had made you feel horny to you now. You looked at Gyutaro, he was a bit embarrassed for having used you so he apologized to you almost inaudibly and you approached him.

"Aaww, was my boy needy? Poor him."

Now the area between your legs was throbbing, you put one hand under your head to lean and with the other you ran your fingers over Gyutaro's chest, tracing the outline of his marks seductively. You continued with his ribs, his ripped abs and his pelvis until you stroked his dick. Gyutaro lay down on his side to face you, you two looked at each other for a few seconds and then your lips collided with his in a passionate and wet kiss. You cupped Gyutaro's face and he cupped yours, both licking your lips and opening your mouths slightly to make the kiss more intense. You put one of your legs on top of him and pulled him closer to you to start rubbing your dressed pussy on him.

Gyutaro lowered two of his fingers and tucked them under the center of your panties to feel your warm, wet labia against his skin.

He began to rub with the back of his fingers until thanks to your juices, his fingers slipped more and more inside you until he reached your clit where he began to pull him with a little rudeness but without hurting you. You did nothing but gasp while he touched you, he did all the work with his fingers and you just had to move your pretty hips. Gyutaro placed his hand between your legs to touch you better and place his thumb on your clit tracing circles over it on top of your panties, wetting them more and more. You moved closer to Gyutaro to move with your knees and climb over him until you straddled his hip. He took his hand from between your thighs to place his hands on your behind and grope you more roughly and needily. You gently arched your back as you got up and sat on his cock to rub yourself against it making Gyutaro feel hard and horny again.

Sometimes it was still hard for him to have sex with you. Not because he didn't like it, but because he still couldn't believe that you loved him that way and that what he considered disgusting about himself managed to turn you on. He always considered himself ugly, disgusting and grotesque with all those spots and marks painting his body, his sickly pale skin and how his bones were sticking out in some parts of his body so having a girl as cute and sexy as you sitting on him and riding him really turned him on. He was even more aroused to think about how someone as ugly as he would dirty and contaminate you with his seed, he could stain you inside and out as he wanted and you would be the happiest woman in the world with that,  you would always agree to anything he wanted to do to you and sometimes he would take advantage of that.

Your waist moved on your boyfriend, your panties moved inside you and this began to squeeze you uncomfortably, you wanted to take them off but if you stopped you would lose all the progress you had gained. You decided to continue when you saw Gyutaro's expression and since he didn't take his eyes off you, he looked you up and down, enjoying every inch of you, how your thighs wrapped him while you rode him and the lace of your panties on your skin. You were not wearing anything under your little white tank top, your breasts stretched the elastic fabric over your chest and in some parts your skin was transparent under the top, leaving your nipples exposed despite not having taken off your clothes.

Gyutaro took your tits with his hands to start squeezing your nipples between his long and thin fingers causing several careless moans to come out of your mouth, he put his hands under your top to feel them better and then he removed the garment leaving your bare breasts. Gyutaro sat down and took you by the waist to change places, now he was sitting astride you but after a moment he got up. You sat up as he got up and stood up, Gyutaro grabbed your thighs tightly and pulling your legs dragged you to the edge of the bed so that your legs dangled from the mattress as he squatted on the floor in front of you. Gyutaro's large, slender hands went to the lace top of your panties to yank them down and slide them along your legs to fling them to the floor afterwards. You weren't ready, when you felt Gyutaro's face sink between your legs heading straight for your cunt, his movement caught you off guard so that made you moan louder than usual. Gyutaro licked every part of you as if there was no tomorrow, as if this was the last night in his life that the two of you would be together. There came a point where you were completely blinded by the pleasure that only he could give you, you took the small ponytail of his hair and brought it closer to you so that he could continue with what he was doing. This man was eating you alive and you loved it, his tongue ran every inch inside your wet and slippery cavity and his teeth took your folds causing an electric current throughout your body.

But when it comes to sex, it's never enough for the two of you. Gyutaro pushed you so that your back touched the mattress and spread your legs to the limit to plunge into you again, Gyutaro had become addicted to your taste once he had tasted you. In addition to his tongue, he introduced two fingers inside you, you were already wet enough so he did it without warning. When you felt that he was inside, your senses exploded. Your hips began to move almost by themselves to be able to feel him in every corner of your core, you could hardly speak.

"Aa-ah Gy-utaro...keep going, t-to the bottom...I think I'm gonna cum!"

It wasn't necessary for you to tell him, he knew perfectly well that you were going to do it from the way your pussy tightened around his wet fingers. It only took a few seconds for you to feel the same fireworks that Gyutaro felt a while ago exploding in your chest, traveling to your belly, to go down to your pelvis and end up in your cunt to release all your juices directly into Gyutaro's mouth.

He wouldn't waste a single drop of you. With his hands, he cupped your butt with 4 fingers and with his thumbs he opened your vagina to expose your beautiful, shiny folds to admire and drink you in. Your waist continued to move reflexively so that reminded him that he was still very hard.

"Don't forget about this, precious." he told you, placing one of your hands on his cock. Gyutaro pulled you back to the center of the bed. He made you kneel and he went behind you to take you by the waist with one hand and after touching you a little between the legs to find your hole, he entered you after completely removing his pants. The truth is, you didn't know why he fucked you in this awkward position, but then you saw that from this angle you two were perfectly reflected in the full-length mirror that had one of your closet doors, so that ended up turning you on a little more.

The room was filled with the dirty wet sounds of your bare skins bumping against each other, the splash your cunt made when Gyutaro charged into you, and the moans the both of you made. The heating was still on so your bodies were twice as wet from sweat. Your legs were beginning to get tired so in your attempt to get comfortable you lost your balance causing both of you to fall sitting on the bed. You thought Gyutaro would scold you but he didn't say anything and he just settled in to continue fucking you. Even though Gyutaro was doing great, you felt that your pussy was still lonely so in the middle of the action you decided to use your fingers. You spread your legs and looked at your wet pussy in front of the mirror, which brought you to the limit of arousement. It seems that you and Gyutaro had the same strange pleasure in watching yourselves cum so having a perfect view of your core, you started to satisfy yourself as Gyutaro satisfied you.

Your hole was filled by Gyutaro so you only had the top to yourself but you still loved it. Your pussy was opened by the position in which you were sitting, you brought two fingers to your labia and with the middle finger you gently caressed your clit over and over again, at first your movements were slight and provocative until the moment came when you simply needed more. Your fingers treated you more roughly causing you to start getting more and more wet, your hand made wet sounds while you rubbed your fingers against yourself, your vagina was very wet and you loved it, you could swear you could even be dripping because a few drops slipped through your fingers. Your fingers went up and down inside you while Gyutaro kept on doing his thing, he loved seeing you touching yourself for him like he did a while ago. You leaned your head back and rested it on Gyutaro's strong shoulder while he took both of your boobs to squeeze them between his fingers, from above, he could see how wet you were, even staining parts of your thighs white.

"Wow, looks like I have competition." he commented, with a perverted smile.

Gyutaro was a bit jealous of you, you moved your fingers too well which made him wonder if you masturbated yourself before? Or if you thought of him when you did it? He chuckled as he imagined that, as he imagined you in your bed, wide open with your own fingers pumping into your dripping, warm cunt moaning his name when he wasn't with you, you squeezing and cumming pathetically into nothingness.

"You're a little bitch." Gyutaro said, grabbing your face so you could see yourself in the mirror. "I think you're very skilled, does my dirty little girl touch herself thinking about dad when he's not around? That makes me feel very flattered" he planted a rude kiss on your cheek. "Knowing that that cute little pussy drools and squirms for me even though I'm not fucking it."

His words took you to the limit, Gyutaro sank his fingers inside you next to yours and having more than 2 fingers fucking you at the same time, you inevitably were cumming from the depths. The bed below you was a mess, Gyutaro was cumming a few seconds after you so you were both lying on a small sticky puddle of a mixture of your juices. One part soaked into the sheets and the other slid from your open pussy dripping down your thighs. You two were very wet and weak, with your bodies shaking. Gyutaro took to his mouth the fingers that he had inserted in your vagina and snapped out of you while he dropped onto your bed. You stayed seated for a few more seconds, your waist and legs ached so you waited until you were able to move without problem. After seeing your boyfriend behind you, you gently leaned over him to straddle him and kiss him. The kiss started passionately as if you were asking him for another round but then it became sweeter and more sensitive until the two of you separated and you laid your head on his chest.

Gyutaro caressed your head with his fingers while your face was slightly shaken up and down by his heavy breathing. You rested on top of him with your legs on each side of his hips, wetting the skin of his pelvis a little with your cunt. At that moment, your eyelids felt really heavy and sleep began to invade you again until Gyutaro's voice woke you up.

"Wait! Help me turn this damn thing off, it feels like a fucking oven in here." he said, desperately asking for your help to turn off the heating once and for all.

"Sure, plus I think I have to change the sheets." you told him.

You stood up to give Gyutaro some space to stand up as well. While you went to turn off the heating, he removed the wet sheets from the bed and placed some clean ones that he took from your closet so that when you returned, the bed would be ready to sleep.

"Ready." you told your boyfriend.

The cold had subsided so even if you two weren't wearing clothes there wouldn't be any problem. You took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and dry yourself a bit but even so you continued to feel very wet and slippery so you picked up your panties from the floor to put them back on.

"Are you gonna get dressed?" Gyutaro asked as he looked at you from the bed.

"Yes, why?" You didn't know why he was asking you that question.

"Nothin', forget it..."

"Do you want me to have no clothes on?...I still felt a little wet so I was going to put them on for that. Do you want me to sleep without clothes on?" you asked him.

Gyutaro seemed somewhat embarrassed but it was what he wanted. He had the look on his face of a child when his mother notices how much he stares at a piece of candy and then asks if he wants her to buy it for him. Gyutaro gave a slight nod, since he was without clothes too.

You smiled at him and took off your panties again. You walked over to the bed with Gyutaro to straddle him and lay your head on his chest like you did earlier. Gyutaro loved that after sex, you slept naked next to him. You used to put your panties and his sweatshirt back on sometimes but it didn't feel as good if he was naked. If both of you slept without any clothes on, he could still feel every part of you crashing against his skin as if you two were one and that unique and intimate closeness with you made him feel in heaven. As he thought of you, he could feel your fingers tracing the marks on his arm and chest.

"We can never sleep together without ending up fuckin' uncontrollably, have you noticed?" he asked, with a small smile.

"Now that I think about it, you're right" you replied with a blush. "I guess we are inevitable, you know."

Both of you laughed and continued to talk about anything until it was almost 2:00 a.m. Gyutaro felt how your body became heavier on top of him, he tilted his head a little to see your face and confirmed that you had fallen asleep. He pulled the sheets over you and gently pulled them over your shoulders, careful not to wake you, then he placed a small kiss on your head.

"I love you." he whispered.

Gyutaro continued awake for another half hour until exhaustion reached his body, he closed his eyes and slept calmly with you.

[abirdie]

Gael García Bernal: Just Another Homeless Young Star

Article from the New York Times, 19 September 2004 (x)

By Ginger Thompson

MEXICO CITY - THE lunch rush has ended at a popular, upscale cafe, and one of the most attractive and acclaimed young movie actors in the world hobbles through the room of empty tables on crutches. He's so rumpled and heavily bundled up it looks as if he's spent the night on the street. Blushing and taking off his cap, he explains that he's just had hernia surgery. "I have been lifting heavy suitcases up and down a lot of stairs," he says. "I don't have my own place yet, so I stay with different friends." Unloading a big floppy satchel and laying his crutches on the floor, he shrugs, pulls off his jacket and takes a seat. Then, he makes eye contact. Gael García Bernal, it turns out, is a divine sight even in a post-operative state.

And if his life seems to be in a bit of disarray, his career is not. He's got two big films opening soon: The Motorcycle Diaries and Bad Education. Bad Education, which will be screened at the New York Film Festival on Oct. 9 and 10 before its commercial opening on Nov. 19, moved Mr. García into the coveted circle of Pedro Almodóvar (Mr. García had to learn to walk in high heels and wear mascara for his role as a drag queen). In Motorcycle Diaries, which arrives Friday, Mr. García plays the legendary revolutionary Che Guevara, who, as a young man on a long ride across South America, is awakened to the political injustices he fought to his death.

Mr. García isn't afraid of a fight. Unlike most young actors, he is driven by an agenda that goes beyond red carpets and glossy magazine covers: he has shown modern Mexico in all of its sometimes ugly, always complicated glory. The characters he has played cross lines, challenge taboos and reveal secrets, in a deeply Catholic country that prefers to keep public conversations polite. And his acting has helped bring international acclaim to films that are rescuing this country's stale movie industry.

At the same time, he's established himself well beyond the Mexican border, but he's not sure he wants to cross.

Hollywood can't get him to return calls. (He suggests they stop sending scripts with characters called, he says, "Chico From the Barrio.") He may be looking for his first grown-up apartment, but he's not going to be filling it with movie-star loot.

Mr. García blushes again. He explains that he's only 25, and he's been living a whirlwind. "I had a place when I was studying in London, but I couldn't pay for it, and so my solution was to stay with girlfriends," he says. "Then I began moving around so much I didn't need a place."

Those who know him say it's a rising star's way of keeping himself grounded, by not acquiring anything that cannot be stuffed into a backpack. Beyond Mr. García's smoldering good looks, there's a smart, well-read, cultured human being who rejects the superstar syndrome and has something to say. In a two-hour interview in Spanish, it becomes clear that roots mean more to Mr. García than roofs.

It's rainy season in Mexico City, and as the clouds roll in, the cafe turns dim. Mr. García's greenish-brownish-bluish eyes change with the light as he retraces his journey from Mexican soap operas to big, bold art films. He was born in Guadalajara, in the north of Mexico, and grew up here, where his parents worked as actors. Mr. García has said that he followed his parents into show business so that he could spend time with them. As a teenager, he got into the prestigious Central School of Speech and Drama in London. Then he came back to Mexico City and won the starring role in Amores Perros, by Alejandro González Iñárritu, the film that would return his country to prominence on the international cinema circuit.

Mr. García played a poor city kid who wants so desperately to escape his lot in life and run away with his brother's wife that he enters his Rottweiler in barbaric, back-alley dogfights for money. The movie, which was nominated for the best foreign film Oscar, revealed unsightly sides of Mexican life that hadn't been seen before on film. But it was Mr. García's next role, as a sensual young man in Alfonso Cuarón's Y Tu Mamá También, that won him fans.

Again, it was the story of a road trip, but it was also a love triangle and a coming-of-age narrative about two teenagers overwhelmed by their own hormones. Its sex scenes struck a chord with moviegoers around the world -- everywhere, that is, but here, where audiences were put off by Mr. Cuarón's frankness. "That is why Mexican films can be so dry," Mr. García said. "In this country, everyone wants prostitutes to be poets, young people to speak like philosophers. But that's not the way movies should be. That's not real."

Mr. García's next film led to national protests here. In The Crime of Father Amaro, directed by Carlos Carrera, he played a predator priest who has an affair with a teenager and sends her to her death in a clandestine abortion clinic. The Catholic church pressured the Mexican government to ban the film -- which might have worked as recently as a decade ago. But in 2000, Mexicans ousted the authoritarian regime that had controlled the government for most of the last century, and they are less willing to tolerate censorship. Protests against Father Amaro by religious groups succeeded only in drawing more people to theaters.

"For so long they told us we were not ready for democracy," Mr. García says, speaking about the government. "We were always ready. And that's what people said over and over again, when they went to see Father Amaro. A lot of people who saw it said they thought it was a bad movie, but they were glad a movie like that existed."

In a way, that seems to be the thinking that drives Mr. García's free-agent film career (despite enormous demand, he's made almost no commitments to future projects). He says he gravitates toward roles that challenge him and that tell untold stories, or those that have been forbidden. Take his two latest films. Che Guevara is right up there with the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X as one of the most widely recognized, least understood figures in the world. The goal of The Motorcycle Diaries, he said, was to demystify Che. "In the end," Mr. García says, "he comes down to the same common denominators we all share at 23. We have all traveled and discovered ourselves in new places."

Walter Salles directed Mr. García in the story of the cross-continental road trip through labor camps and a leper colony that slowly transformed a starry-eyed Argentine medical student named Ernesto Guevara into the fierce revolutionary called Che. In a telephone interview from San Francisco, Mr. Salles says Mr. García immediately felt an affinity with an image of Che few people would recognize -- and some might not like. Mr. Salles's Che is not the lion depicted on posters and T-shirts. He's naïve, sickly, socially awkward and so painfully uncertain of himself that he's overshadowed by his dashing travel companion, Alberto Granado (played by Rodrigo de la Serna).

"It takes courage for an actor to portray an Ernesto Guevara who is introspective, who is living with his doubts, not with certitudes," Mr. Salles says. "This is the story of a young man who rebaptizes himself from the beginning to the end of a journey. At the beginning he is one man. At the end he is another. Gael had the capacity to understand the dimension of that arc." Mr. Salles continues: "He moves us in gentle strokes. In the end it's like walking two hours in the gentle rain. You're soaking wet, but you don't really know why."

Mr. García dropped everything to do Bad Education, he says, because of the "illusion of working with Almodóvar." There were lots of rumors about bitter disagreements between the actor and Mr. Almodóvar during the making of the film, in which Mr. García plays a drag queen who was abused by a priest as a boy. Some reports said that Mr. Almodóvar stopped filming at one point and demanded that Mr. García lose weight for the role.

Mr. García is discreet, but clearly, making the film was a trying experience. Colonial attitudes toward Mexico remain alive and well in Spain, he says. "When I arrived there to prepare for the movie, many people told me to take off my accent," he recalls. "Everyone said the same thing to me, I swear -- even journalists and Almodóvar, himself. They would tell me to take off my accent, like it was something dirty I had to clean up. I told them, 'What do you mean, take off my accent?' I told them I was going to put on a Spanish accent."

If Mr. García expresses some qualms about Mr. Almodóvar's methods, he's no less impatient with Hollywood's. "Hollywood has made some of the best movies in the world," he says. But then he goes on and on about how shallow it seems: "Poor, poor directors that make films in the United States. The big studios only allow them to make films if they meet certain conditions. And if those conditions ruin the integrity of the film, then the film is ruined, and it's a huge waste of time."

He says that no matter where he travels, he intends to keep his base here. This country lives an almost eternal identity crisis, he says, set as it is between one of the poorest corners of the world and the only remaining superpower. It makes for lots of great stories to tell. In fact, Mr. Garcia and his friend and Y Tu Mamá También co-star Diego Luna have been talking about producing a series of films from each of this country's 32 states. And his homeless days may finally be coming to an end: he's made a bid on a house. "This is the place that excites me," he says. "I have a strong itch that keeps me here, to be a part of this place. I think that if I abandon it, I'll become just another actor, like all the rest."

[nightowlwoman]

My Thoughts on a Spring Snowstorm in Maine.

In case anyone was wondering where I've been the past few days -- Maine (where I live) was hit by a massive Spring Snowstorm that started late in the evening of Wednesday, April 3rd, and continued until mid-day on Friday, April 5th. In our area - somewhat northwest of Portland - the accumulation of heavy, wet snow amounted to 12" to 15".

We lost the power (along with some 300,000 other households) some time in the early hours of Thursday, April 4th. Repair crews made it to our street this morning and electricity was restored to us by 10:30 a.m. After a bit less than 3 days managing without electricity, heat, running water, a functioning septic system, hot coffee and, of course, internet service and other modern amenities -- my husband and I were very, very happy to be returned to the 21st century!

However, I have been reminded, once again, of all the people in this world of ours who are struggling to live without what we consider the basic necessities of life - much less the modern amenities and comforts we are so fortunate to enjoy. My husband and I had food to eat that didn't need cooking (PB&J, bread, cheese, muffins & raisin bran cereal), bottles of clean water, flashlights and candles and extra matches and batteries. We had plenty of warm clothes for layering and extra blankets for warmth when we went to bed. We had a sturdy roof over our heads and felt safe in our dark and quiet neighborhood. Most importantly, we had the knowledge that there were people working out in the storm to fix things and the absolute certainty that in a few days, at most, things would be returning to normal! How awful it is to know that so many people in our world today have none of these things and, tragically, little to no hope of their lives returning to the normal they once knew. Solutions are neither easy nor simple - what is necessary is good will, kindness and generosity of spirit and action from most of us - not just some of us. I persist in clinging to the belief that while there is life, there is hope - but sometimes the world makes it very hard to continue to believe.

The worst thing about this last hurrah of Winter given to us as a slightly tardy April Fool's gift by Mother Nature is the terrible damage done to the trees and shrubs and plants - all budded and waiting for Spring warmth to open - to leaf and flower. My neighborhood is filled with giant pine trees - very old and straight and tall. The ground is now covered with their branches, from small to huge. The maples and oaks and birches fared little better. When the snow finally melts, the sound of many people and their chainsaws clearing it all will fill the air. From my kitchen window, I can see a huge pine now missing its top half - snapped like a matchstick! Amazingly, it didn't fall on the house that sits near it. I don't think the tree can survive that damage, but it will require a crew of professionals to safely take down what remains.

The smaller plantings also were heavily damaged. A row of small-leaf rhododendrons that we planted nearly 40 years ago - that have survived countless snow and ice storms over the years - are lying bent to the ground by the weight of the snow. Far too many of their branches are snapped and broken away - it remains to be seen what may survive of them and be salvageable. I and countless pollinators and hummingbirds will miss their sweet, pink beauty this Spring!

A lilac varietal that we planted over ten years ago looks to have lost almost all its branches. We had been told it was a "miniature" variety that would stay small, so we planted it in front of our walkway porch. This lilac ignored its label and embraced growth with an enthusiastic abandon - reaching the porch roof, aiming for the sky and the sun. I resisted trimming it back - even as it obscured the view and overhung the railing onto the walkway, because it's purple flowers were so abundant, so fragrant and so beautiful - well, I just couldn't bring myself to limit its zest for life! It blossomed after the rhododendrons, when the weather was warmer and the windows were open, and its fragrance filled the whole house. I shall miss everything about that lilac that is still so young and hope that enough of it survives to eventually grow and blossom again.

Our single broad-leaf rhododendron, thankfully, seems to have weathered this storm with minimal damage. It has not been so lucky multiple times over the last nearly 40 years! It is battered and yet unbowed! I am hopeful that we will be able to enjoy its bouquet-sized blossoms this Spring!

I haven't had the chance yet to assess the damage to various lilacs and forsythia - the snow needs to melt and time will tell. The "grande old dame" of our lilacs, however, took some heavy wounds - not for the first time, either. This lilac has very fragrant and abundant white blossoms and was growing here before we built our house. It has lost major branches, been split in half in a massive ice storm - but it is a survivor and has always healed and continued to grow and blossom - even as it has assumed a different shape and silouette each time. It looks like it may lose about one-third of itself this time, but it's too soon to tell. Some major branches are snapped right off and many more are flat to the ground and trapped in the snow. As I watched it today, one long branch that was held by a lighter layer of snow seemed to break free and flung itself skyward and managed to stay upright on its own - a hopeful sign! When it is completely freed, we will lend it some support where necessary, perhaps do a little trimming and I trust it will heal itself and we will all get used to the new iteration of its appearance.

There has been a lot going on for me and my husband and family throughout 2023 and so far in 2024 - with no end in sight. Multiple crises, small and large, have been overwhelming at times and have occupied much of my mind and my time. These last few days, however, have had a narrow and more simple focus. The problems weren't really personal, because they were shared by so many. I went to bed early because my old eyes don't do well by candlelight and because it was warmer under a stack of blankets! I slept long and well and recharged my old battery. I had no control over events and, thus, no need to fret or feel responsible for it. Considering that I am a world-class fretter and worrier - that was a novel experience for me! Most of all, I had some very quiet time to think and just be.

I have experienced many difficult and painful things over the years and continue to do so, but if I've learned one thing in my 72 years, it is that things can always be worse! My experience of this storm certainly could have been much worse. Except for my dismay over damage caused by the storm - and Nature will eventually heal and be restored (with a little help from us) - looking at the last few days honestly - they weren't really all that bad at all! That being said - I am totally ready for the snow to melt and for Spring to finally arrive!

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Disco Elysium

THOUGHT COMPLETE: WOMPTY-DOMPTY DOM CENTRE

BONUSES:

Encyclopedia passives give +10 XP and +2 real -2 Suggestion: Pretentious wanker

SOLUTION:

You're at home, stupid cop, not with the art crowd. You hate them, everyone hates them, even they hate themselves. It's nauseating -- an industry built on sprezzatura and sparkling wine. And, let’s be honest, tax evasion schemes. The Wompty Dompty Dom Centre is the heart of this unholy symbiosis of esthetics and tax optimization, and now that you've internalized it – you can have a piece too!

The rear tyre of a motor carriage adorns these reeds.

Relax, it's not yours. You didn't crash every mc in Revachol. (Hopefully.)

Rust-eaten letters read: "MAZUT."

Looking back at you from the rust-coloured water: you.

A kick drum pulse. The music is coming from somewhere on the ice.

Hm?

A school of fish huddle around the fence post. Then scatter into the dark.

Before you, a drawbridge. It can only be lowered from the other side.

Accidently covered up the bridge by hovering over the cash pickup, whoops.

Full of holes. Could the posts hide... treasure? Look inside.

The posts, as it turns out, all have various rewards in them, including money, medicine, and a bottle of alcohol.

ALCOHOL "POTENT PILSNER"

A sturdy bottle of beer that tastes like piss. Not that you would know how piss tastes like. Just a guess. The label says it's made in Revachol, by Lafayette Potent Brewery.

Heading back slightly to the west of the ice, (or east of the telephone) there's a building.

You feel the shadow of a very large building fall on you.

The sign reads: "Saint Brune 1147."

Dusty pews in the shadows. Many seem to be missing.

An altar shrouded in dark. Or something else like that -- it's too dark to tell.

CHURCH DOORS - Heavy wooden doors more than twice your height stand shut in front of you. The rectangular, sea-worn ornamentation appears in stark contrast to the padlock carelessly drilled into the wood.

Rattle the doors to see if they open.

Inspect the carpentry.

Take a closer look at the padlock.

Inspect the staple.

[Leave.]

CHURCH DOORS - Nothing happens, only the sound of the padlock rattling against the door.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I don't think that's going to work..."

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - High above, the wind wraps the church in its rush. Cold and wet from the ocean bay, it parts around the massive keel-shaped roof. Like a test tunnel washing both sides, the way it has done for three-hundred-and-forty years. The wind keeps its distance. So should you.

"What is this feeling?"

Back up and look at the door.

SHIVERS -

THERE IS A HOLE IN MY HEART.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant looks at the padlock. He didn't hear you asking, you were quiet enough.

2. Inspect the carpentry.

CHURCH DOORS - The carving on the door is blocklike and angular, like the church itself. Two large beams shoot downwards, sinking into the wood before they reach the threshold.

Run your hand over a beam.

Back up and look at the door.

CHURCH DOORS - The surface is smooth from the wind, but moist to the touch.

3. Take a closer look at the padlock.

CHURCH DOORS - This cheap-looking padlock is sturdily built. It shackles together a hasp and a staple screwed into the wooden door. The lock is adorned with a yellow sticker.

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - It'll be easier to break the staple than the lock. Also -- that sticker is interesting, somehow...

4. Look at the sticker.

CHURCH DOORS - You see a yellow circle with two X's and a big curve below them that looks like a mouth. You're pretty sure you haven't seen it before, but what the symbol depicts is clear enough: a smiling dead guy. The curve makes it smile and the X's make it dead.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - There is something blindingly *modern* about this symbol. Its modernness puts to shame everything you've seen before.

What makes it so modern?

"Have you seen this symbol before?" (Point to it.)

Take another look at the boring padlock. For absurdity's sake.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - It's the contrast between the cheery, chemical yellow and the rigor mortis. As if the cheery guy didn't know he was dead or the dead guy didn't care that he was. Either way, you get the sense the forces of *future* are at work here.

INLAND EMPIRE [Challenging: Success] - These forces of future have chosen to depict something that reminds you of... you.

"Have you seen this symbol before?" (Point to it.)

KIM KITSURAGI - He takes off his glasses and uses a blue handkerchief to thoroughly wipe them clean before inspecting the sticker. Then he looks up, pauses, and replies...

"No."

"What does it look like to you?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Looks like a dead man smiling. Suggests... junior delinquency."

"Okay, what is *junior delinquency*?"

"What is suggestive of junior delinquency here?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "For Revachol ZoC, the Moralintern defines junior delinquents as minors between the ages of 10 and 16 who have committed an act in violation of the law..."

"These acts aren't called *crimes* as they would be for adults. Crimes committed by minors are called 'delinquent acts'. This was part of your officer's exams." He puts the handkerchief in his coat pocket.

"What is suggestive of junior delinquency here?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I haven't seen that sticker before. And I am not a youth."

"I agree -- it's very modern. But does the cheery guy not know he's dead, or does the dead guy not care that he is? What is the source of the irony here?"

Padlock, padlock, padlock!

KIM KITSURAGI - "That level of conceptual thinking is not part of my skill set."

5. Inspect the staple.

CHURCH DOORS - The padlock passes through a staple that's been hastily attached to the wood. Closer inspection reveals that one of the screws is not a screw at all, but a nail. The work has been done recently and is unprofessional, to say the least.

LOGIC [Easy: Success] - Should you want to get through, it might be easier to just pry the whole thing off.

(Turn to the lieutenant.) "This is where Mr. Prybar comes in handy."

Back off.

I just happened to have the prybar equipped from opening containers earlier.

KIM KITSURAGI - He takes a step back. "Maybe we should circle the building first and look for another way. The building has seen enough mistreatment."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - There is a touch of guilt in his voice.

"Should we start with that kick drum coming from the ice? I heard a sound, before."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. The pulsing bass..." He raises his hand to his ear. "A sure sign of junior delinquency -- somewhere east of here."

6. [Interfacing - Easy 9] Try to peel of the sticker without ripping it.

INTERFACING [Easy: Success] - There's nothing like the sound of a sticker unpeeling. Now it's stuck to your thumb.

Put the sticker *in* your ledger -- after the last entry, where it belongs.

Put the sticker *on* your ledger -- right on the cover!

Shake it off your thumb and throw it in the wind.

INTERFACING - Voilà! Looks very modern.

Secret task complete: Style your paperwork

+10 XP

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - You're part of the future-brigade now. And so is your formerly humdrum ledger. Neon, baby!

Let's not break into a church and check out that sick beat.

6. [Leave.]

It must have taken a lot of patience to do this.

ACELE - A shaggy-looking girl in her late teens or early twenties kneels on the ice with an electronic contraption in her hand. Hearing you approach, she looks up.

"Oh, hello there."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - It's cold out here, but she's not wearing a hat! She must be freezing.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Everyone knows drugs make you invulnerable to cold. You bet this one likes to *party*.

"Dear child, it's freezing. Where's your hat?"

"So, you wanna *party*?"

"I have some questions for you."

[Leave.]

ACELE - "Huh?" She looks up at you, distracted.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - Maybe she didn't hear you. A little louder.

"I said, you should have a hat on."

ACELE - "So should you."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - You don't *have* to do anything.

"*I* don't have to do anything. I am the law. *You* have to do what the law says."

"I should -- and I do." (Point at your hat.)

"We're done here." [Leave.]

ACELE - "Real cool..." She looks down at the device, mumbling under her breath.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - "Way to abuse that power, man..." she says, thinking you can't hear her.

COMPOSURE [Easy: Success] - She bats away your questions like flies. She's not intimidated by mere police officers.

"And the law says you have to wear a hat in this weather."

"So keep that in mind while I ask some questions."

ACELE - "Tsk..." She lets a quiet *tsk* roll off her tongue. "What kind of law says that?"

[generalrefurbslondon]

How to ensure your kitchen remodel adds value to your home

A well-planned kitchen remodel can significantly boost your home’s value, making it one of the best investments for homeowners. However, achieving a return on this investment requires thoughtful planning and smart choices. Here are some expert tips to ensure your kitchen remodel adds value to your home.

1. Layout and flow

Efficient flow ensures your kitchen is easy to navigate and enjoyable to use, which buyers find appealing. Aim for the "work triangle" rule, where the fridge, stove, and sink are easily accessible to one another. A functional layout also makes cooking and cleaning easier, adding practical value to the space.

2. Invest in quality materials

Quality materials not only look better but also last longer. Focus on durable countertops, solid cabinetry, and high-grade flooring. Engineered quartz countertops, for example, are both resilient and stylish, while soft-close cabinets bring that premium touch that buyers appreciate.

3. Focus on energy efficiency

Energy-efficient appliances and lighting appeal to environmentally-conscious buyers and help lower utility bills. Choose appliances with ENERGY STAR ratings, and consider installing LED lighting throughout the space.

4. Choose neutral, timeless design elements

Trendy designs date quickly. Choose neutral colours - whites, greys, or beiges - which have broad appeal and allow future homeowners to envision the space as their own. Timeless materials like subway tiles or classic shaker cabinets can ensure the kitchen feels stylish for years to come.

5. Add ample storage

Buyers love storage, especially in the kitchen. Consider pull-out shelves, deep drawers for pots and pans, and built-in solutions for maximum efficiency. Kitchen islands with built-in storage are a great way to add space without compromising on style.

6. Improve lighting

Lighting can dramatically change the feel of a kitchen. Ensure there’s a combination of task lighting, ambient lighting, and accent lighting to create a welcoming, functional space. Under-cabinet lighting can make food prep easier, while pendant lights over an island add a designer touch.

7. Smart kitchens

Modern buyers appreciate technology. Consider adding a few smart kitchen features. Touchless faucets, smart lighting and WiFi-enabled appliances make the kitchen feel more contemporary. These additions are relatively low-cost and enhance the appeal.

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[tubetrading]

Why High-Performance Rooftop Bushings are Crucial for High-Speed Rail Systems

As a leading name among railway rooftop bushing manufacturers in India, Radiant Enterprises is committed to producing durable and innovative solutions for modern rail systems.  This blog explores the importance of high-performance rooftop bushings in high-speed rail systems and their impact on safety, efficiency, and operational excellence.

What Are Railway Rooftop Bushings?

Railway rooftop bushings are insulating components mounted on the roofs of trains, primarily in electric locomotives and high-speed rail systems.  They facilitate the safe transfer of electrical power from overhead lines to the train's internal systems, ensuring uninterrupted energy flow.

These bushings must withstand extreme conditions such as high voltages, temperature fluctuations, mechanical stress, and environmental factors like rain, snow, and dust.  High-performance railway rooftop bushings are engineered to meet these challenges, offering exceptional durability and efficiency.

The Role of Rooftop Bushings in High-Speed Rail Systems

High-speed rail systems operate at voltages ranging from 25 kV to 50 kV, requiring advanced electrical insulation to prevent arcing and ensure safety.  Rooftop bushings play a pivotal role in this system, serving as a critical interface between the external power supply and the train’s internal electrical circuits.

Here is why railway rooftop bushings are indispensable in high-speed rail systems:

1.         Ensuring Electrical Insulation

High-speed trains rely on high-voltage power for propulsion and onboard systems.  Railway bushings provide robust electrical insulation, preventing leakage currents and maintaining safety for passengers and crew.

2.         Facilitating Power Transmission

Rooftop bushings enable efficient power transfer from overhead lines to train components, ensuring a seamless flow of electricity.  This is vital for the train’s propulsion, braking, and auxiliary systems.

3.         Enhancing Safety

With trains traveling at speeds exceeding 300 km/h, the reliability of electrical components becomes paramount.  High-performance rooftop bushings minimize the risk of electrical faults, ensuring safe operation even under extreme conditions.

4.         Supporting Sustainability

Modern rooftop bushings are designed to handle renewable energy sources and optimize power usage, aligning with global sustainability goals.  For rail operators, this reduces energy costs and supports eco-friendly transportation initiatives.

Challenges Faced by Rooftop Bushings in High-Speed Rail Systems

High-speed rail systems subject rooftop bushings to intense operational demands, including:

High Voltage Stress:  With voltages of up to 50 kV, bushings must prevent electrical arcing and withstand prolonged exposure to high voltage.

Mechanical Vibration:  Traveling at high speeds generates significant vibration and mechanical stress, which rooftop bushings must endure without compromising performance.

Environmental Factors:  Exposure to rain, dust, extreme temperatures, and UV radiation can degrade materials, requiring bushings with exceptional durability.

Space Constraints:  The compact design of modern trains necessitates bushings that provide high performance without occupying excessive space.

By addressing these challenges, leading railway rooftop bushing manufacturers in India like Radiant Enterprises ensure their products meet the rigorous demands of high-speed rail systems.

Features of High-Performance Railway Rooftop Bushings

Advanced engineering and innovative materials define the capabilities of high-performance rooftop bushings.  Key features include:

1.         High Dielectric Strength

This ensures reliable electrical insulation, preventing leakage currents and electrical arcing under high-voltage conditions.

2.         Superior Mechanical Stability

Bushings are designed to withstand vibrations, shocks, and mechanical stresses typical in high-speed rail systems.

3.         Weather Resistance

High-quality bushings are made from materials resistant to UV radiation, moisture, and temperature extremes, ensuring long-term durability.

4.         Compact and Lightweight Design

Modern rooftop bushings are designed to save space while maintaining robust performance, essential for high-speed train configurations.

5.         Customization Options

Leading manufacturers like Radiant Enterprises offer tailored solutions to meet the specific requirements of high-speed rail operators.

The Indian Perspective:  Growth of High-Speed Rail Systems

India’s rail sector is undergoing a significant transformation with the introduction of high-speed rail projects such as the Mumbai-Ahmedabad bullet train.  These projects highlight the increasing demand for high-performance components like railway rooftop bushings.

Railway rooftop bushing manufacturers in India are rising to the challenge by developing world-class products that cater to the unique requirements of Indian rail systems.  With advancements in technology and infrastructure, Indian manufacturers are now competing globally, offering reliable, cost-effective, and innovative solutions.

Why Choose Radiant Enterprises for Railway Rooftop Bushings?

As one of the leading railway rooftop bushing manufacturers in India, Radiant Enterprises has earned a reputation for delivering high-quality, durable, and innovative solutions.  Here is what sets us apart:

1.         Unmatched Expertise

With decades of experience, Radiant Enterprises specializes in producing rooftop bushings designed for high-speed rail systems, ensuring top-notch quality and performance.

2.         Cutting-Edge Technology

We leverage state-of-the-art manufacturing processes and materials to produce bushings that meet international standards.

3.         Tailored Solutions

Our team works closely with clients to develop customized bushings that address specific operational challenges and requirements.

4.         Commitment to Sustainability

Our rooftop bushings are designed to optimize energy usage, contributing to sustainable and eco-friendly rail systems.

5.         Global Reach

While we cater to domestic rail projects, our products are also trusted by international clients, reinforcing our position as a global leader in railway bushings.

The Future of Railway Bushings in High-Speed Rail

As high-speed rail systems continue to expand globally, the demand for advanced components like railway rooftop bushings will only grow.  The focus will be on:

Innovative Materials:  Development of lightweight, durable, and eco-friendly materials.

Smart Bushings:  Integration of sensors for real-time monitoring and predictive maintenance.

Enhanced Performance:  Designing bushings capable of handling even higher voltages and speeds.

Manufacturers like Radiant Enterprises are at the forefront of these advancements, ensuring their products remain future-ready and aligned with industry trends.

Conclusion

High-performance railway rooftop bushings are the unsung heroes of high-speed rail systems, ensuring safety, efficiency, and reliability.  Their ability to withstand extreme conditions while delivering seamless power transmission makes them indispensable in modern rail operations.

For high-speed rail operators, choosing the right components is critical to ensuring operational excellence.  With their commitment to quality, innovation, and sustainability, railway rooftop bushing manufacturers in India like Radiant Enterprises are leading the way in providing world-class solutions.

If you are looking for durable and reliable railway bushings, trust Radiant Enterprises to deliver products that meet and exceed your expectations.  Contact us today to learn how our high-performance rooftop bushings can power the future of your rail systems.

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You're No Good (Part 6)

Negan Smith x Reader

Various TWD Characters x Reader

Modern au

Summary: Your husband came up with a way to keep you away from trouble but trouble just won't stay away from you.

Warnings: diet dr. angst, fluff, smut-lite

You tried not to fixate on getting Negan to talk about the Shane thing. If he wasn't ready then it wasn't fair of you to push him. The horrible moment played in your mind again and again however and you had to live everyday knowing you were the reason Negan was so hurt. Your husband had been trying to act as though everything was back to normal, but his smile was half hearted and he was less talkitive than usual.

One morning, as you were stewing over the situation you received a text from Rick Grimes. It was an invitation for coffee. You perked up in an instant. It was just the distraction you needed. You showered and changed into a black pair of shorts and a pink striped shirt. You added champagne colored earrings and a pair of tan sandles and you were ready.

The apartment complex you arrived at was new and upperscale than any you had been to before. The roofs of the buildings had terracota shingles on them and the outer walls seemed freshly painted. The pool was large and looked clean. You parked in an unmarked spot and made your way to the building Rick's text message had directed you to.

You stood waiting outside his door for a few minutes before he opened.

"Hi, How are you?" He said in greeting before he pulled you in for a hug.

"Hey," You replied nervously. "Thank you for inviting me over."

Rick stepped back and let you in.

"Did you have any trouble finding the place?" He gestured toward the round glass topped kitchen table.

You took a seat.

"Not at all. You gave great directions."

He had a coffee station off to the side of the kitchen. Picking up two k cups, he brought them over to you.

"I've got salted caramel mocha and regular."

You picked the caramel option.

"So, how're things?"

You tried to contain the sigh that wanted to be released.

"Things are...going fine. Really." You lied.

"Mhmm..." He grabbed a mug and placed it under the spout. "I think, you're forgettin' that even if we were only together for a short time, I got to know you pretty well."

"You don't want to hear about it. Trust me." You said morosley.

He shook his head.

"If you don't wanna talk about it, I'll understand, but something's tellin' me you do."

You let out a sigh.

"Okay, but please try to keep an open mind." You prefaced. Then you started at the beginning telling him how sleeping with him had effected your relationship with Negan. You told him about Negan being unable to shake the idea that you would be unfaithful again and how it was Negan's idea and solution that you have an open relationship.

Rick listened as he served the coffee and sat across from you. You couldn't tell if he was judging you or not from his facial expression.

You told him about Shane. How you had ended up meeting him at the hotel and how he'd been angry when he found out you were married. You described the scene Shane had created at The Tap and How Negan had been off ever since.

"That's, damn. I never would have thought Negan would go for something like that."

"I didn't either." You sighed.

"I'm surprised he didn't react to the things that guy said to him."

"I was too, honestly." You took a sip of the coffee he had made you. "But it might be because he's been with other people too and it's not exactly the same thing, but twice now I've been contacted by women he's slept with. They think he's seeing them behind my back."

Rick took your hand in his.

"That can't be easy to deal with."

"It's not, but it's what I agreed to." You looked down at your manicured nails on the glass table top.

"I'm so sorry that you have to go through that."

"Thank you for saying so." You squeezed his hand.

You spoke of many things. He told you about Carl and what he was up to. He told you about the divorce and how horrible it had been. He told you about his job now, he was on the city counsel. You shared with him how you had come to hate working in the history museum, the politics involved in the job and how when Negan had gotten a promotion at work he then made more than enough to make up for your paycheck and so you had resigned.

Before you knew it you had been there two hours. It seemed inpolite to stay any longer. You made your excuses and got ready to go.

Rick went to the door, unlocked and opened it for you.

"It was great seeing you again." He moved forward as if to hug you, but you found yourselves lip to lip instead.

You both chuckled at the accident. When he leaned in next, his hand cupped your jaw and he kissed you with intent. His mouth moved in sync with yours. His tongue slipped passed your lips and into your mouth. The two met and caressed. Then you gently broke apart.

"I'd like to get together again. If you want to?" He posed.

"Yes, I would like to." You agreed.

You thought about the kiss you shared with Rick for the next two weeks. You weren't usually like this, but when it came to Rick Grimes you were infatuated. The kind of infatuation you hadn't experienced since high school. You texted him asking when you could see him again and made a date for the following week.

This time, meer seconds after he opened the door, he guided your body to him, his arm around your middle. You went into his arms, waiting breathlessly for his kiss.

It was like a dream, you mused on your way home. He was intuitive, he knew what you wanted before you could ask for it. His touch was gentle. He had fucked you slowly, sensuously. With one leg hiked high, your ankle by his ear he had thrust passed your wet lips and into your vagina.

His thick cock had you stretching around him. His hand was at your breast, fingers strumming your nipple. Your hands were all over his chest, feeling him, clawing at him when he hit a particular sweet spot inside of you. The sounds his love making had pulled from your throat were a testimony to the pleasure you experienced.

When you lay in each others arms, he told you how much he loved hearing you moan. You gently kissed the pink lines you had left on his shoulders and pecs. There was an exciting chemistry between you different than you felt with any of the other lovers you had taken.You enjoyed being in the warm afterglow so much you almost lingered too long.

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Permanent Lighting Solutions: Illuminate Your Space All Year Round

Lighting plays a crucial role in the look, feel, and safety of a property. While temporary lighting is common for seasonal decorations or events, permanent lighting solutions offer a long-term, low-maintenance alternative for both residential and commercial properties. These solutions can enhance curb appeal, improve security, and create ambiance, all while minimizing the hassle of setup and takedown.

In this guide, we’ll explore the benefits of permanent lighting solutions, various types available, and how to choose the right system for your needs.

Why Choose Permanent Lighting Solutions?

Permanent lighting systems are installed once and provide year-round illumination for various purposes, from safety to decorative ambiance. Here are a few compelling reasons why more homeowners and business owners are investing in permanent lighting solutions:

1. Enhanced Curb Appeal

Permanent lighting enhances architectural features, highlights landscaping, and illuminates pathways, adding an attractive glow to your property. Well-designed lighting makes a home or business more inviting and can increase its value by improving overall appearance and visibility.

2. Improved Safety and Security

Well-lit properties deter intruders and make it easier to navigate around at night, reducing the risk of accidents. Permanent lighting systems can strategically illuminate areas like driveways, entryways, and pathways, creating a safer environment for residents, employees, and visitors.

3. Low Maintenance and Convenience

Permanent lighting eliminates the need to repeatedly install, remove, or replace lights. With durable and weather-resistant materials, these lights are designed to withstand harsh weather conditions. Many modern systems also come with app-based or remote controls, allowing easy adjustments without physical interaction.

4. Energy Efficiency and Cost Savings

Most permanent lighting solutions use LED technology, which is both energy-efficient and long-lasting. LED lights consume less power, leading to lower utility bills, and they typically last much longer than traditional incandescent bulbs, further saving on replacement costs.

5. Customization and Versatility

From color-changing LEDs to dimmable options, permanent lighting solutions offer flexibility for different occasions and settings. Many systems come with programmable features, so you can adjust lighting for holidays, special events, or daily use with ease.

Types of Permanent Lighting Solutions

Permanent lighting systems come in a variety of styles and setups, each designed to serve specific functions and enhance various aspects of a property. Here are some popular types of permanent lighting solutions:

1. Landscape Lighting

Landscape lighting highlights outdoor features such as trees, shrubs, and garden paths. These systems can create a stunning nightscape by emphasizing key elements of the yard. Options like spotlights, floodlights, and in-ground lights offer flexibility, allowing you to focus on specific areas or create a soft, ambient glow across your garden.

2. Architectural Lighting

Architectural lighting is used to accentuate the structure of a building, drawing attention to features like columns, arches, or facades. With the use of LED spotlights, uplights, and strip lighting, architectural lighting adds a dramatic effect to buildings at night, perfect for creating a sophisticated look for both homes and commercial properties.

3. Pathway and Driveway Lighting

Pathway and driveway lights ensure that walkways and driveways are well-lit, improving safety and accessibility after dark. Low-level lights are commonly used to provide gentle illumination along pathways, stairs, and entranceways, which reduces glare while offering guidance to guests.

4. Under-Eave Lighting

Under-eave lighting, also known as soffit lighting, is installed beneath the eaves of a roof. This lighting type provides soft, even illumination around the perimeter of the building, enhancing security and adding a subtle, stylish glow that highlights the property’s structure.

5. Color-Changing LED Systems

For those who want flexibility in lighting color, color-changing LED systems are an excellent choice. These systems offer a range of colors and can be programmed to display different hues for holidays, events, or just for a change in ambiance. Many color-changing LED systems can be controlled remotely via smartphone apps.

6. Deck and Patio Lighting

Permanent deck and patio lighting allows homeowners to enjoy outdoor spaces well into the evening, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere for gatherings. Lighting options like recessed deck lights, LED string lights, and wall-mounted fixtures add ambiance and make outdoor spaces safer for nighttime use.

7. Smart Lighting Systems

Smart lighting systems are fully programmable and can be controlled remotely through a mobile device or smart home system. These systems allow for easy adjustments, scheduling, and customization, often integrating with other smart home devices for a seamless experience.

Choosing the Right Permanent Lighting Solution

With various options available, choosing the right permanent lighting solution for your property can feel overwhelming. Here are some essential considerations to help you make the best choice:

1. Define Your Lighting Goals

Consider the purpose of your lighting. Are you looking to enhance security, improve aesthetics, or create ambiance? Defining your goals will help narrow down your options and ensure the lighting solution meets your needs.

2. Consider Energy Efficiency

Choose energy-efficient lighting options, like LED fixtures, which consume less electricity and have longer lifespans. LED lights are available in various colors and brightness levels, making them a versatile choice for most permanent lighting needs.

3. Choose Durable, Weather-Resistant Materials

Outdoor lighting solutions must be durable and weather-resistant to withstand different climates and environmental conditions. Look for lights made from corrosion-resistant materials, such as aluminum or stainless steel, and ensure they have an IP (Ingress Protection) rating suitable for outdoor use.

4. Evaluate Smart Features and Automation

If convenience and ease of control are essential to you, consider lighting solutions with smart capabilities. Look for systems that allow remote control, scheduling, and customization. Many smart lighting systems can be integrated with voice-activated devices like Amazon Alexa or Google Assistant.

5. Seek Professional Installation

While some permanent lighting solutions can be installed by homeowners, professional installation is often recommended for complex setups, such as under-eave or architectural lighting. Professional installers ensure the system is properly wired, securely mounted, and aligned for optimal lighting coverage.

Popular Permanent Lighting Brands

When it comes to permanent lighting solutions, several brands are known for quality, durability, and innovative technology. Here are a few popular brands that offer reliable permanent lighting options:

Philips Hue: Known for its smart lighting technology, Philips Hue offers color-changing LED lights and complete home lighting systems that can be controlled via a mobile app.

FX Luminaire: Specializing in landscape and architectural lighting, FX Luminaire provides high-quality LED fixtures designed for durability and sophisticated aesthetics.

Kichler Lighting: Kichler offers a range of outdoor and architectural lighting options, including path lights, deck lights, and landscape lighting systems that add style and safety.

Lutron: Known for its smart lighting systems, Lutron provides dimmable and programmable lighting solutions that integrate with home automation platforms.

Benefits of Permanent Lighting Solutions for Different Settings

Permanent lighting solutions are versatile and can benefit various types of properties. Here’s how they can enhance different settings:

1. Residential Homes

For homeowners, permanent lighting solutions provide safety, curb appeal, and convenience. From pathway lighting that ensures safe movement to deck lighting that extends outdoor enjoyment, permanent lights add value and functionality to residential spaces.

2. Commercial Properties

For businesses, permanent lighting enhances brand visibility, improves security, and creates a professional appearance. Architectural lighting helps showcase the building’s design, while parking lot and pathway lights improve safety for customers and employees alike.

3. Public Spaces

In parks, plazas, and other public areas, permanent lighting solutions enhance visibility and safety for visitors. Pathway lights, for example, can guide pedestrians, while landscape lighting brings an aesthetic element that encourages community interaction and enjoyment.

4. Retail Locations

For retail spaces, permanent lighting plays a role in attracting customers. Illuminated signs, building facades, and parking lot lights make the space more inviting and accessible, while smart lighting controls allow for seasonal or promotional displays.

Conclusion

Permanent lighting solutions offer a convenient and versatile way to enhance safety, aesthetic appeal, and functionality for both residential and commercial properties. With a variety of options available, including landscape lighting, under-eave lighting, and smart LED systems, these solutions provide long-term benefits that eliminate the need for frequent setup or replacement.

By investing in durable, energy-efficient lighting with programmable features, you can create a space that remains beautifully illuminated all year round. Whether for home or business, a well-planned permanent lighting solution not only adds value but also enhances the experience for everyone who uses the space.