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[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.

[danikamariewrites]

Soft Xaden please💜💜

I hope you’re doing alright and taking care of your self💜

Notes: thank you anon, I hope you’re doing well too♥️

Warning: none

As soon as you’re alone Xaden drops the mask and clings to you

It’s hard being mysterious and brooding all day. When Xaden gets to you at the end of the day and be himself it’s like the weight of the world lifts from his shoulders

You do everything in your power to share the burden Xaden puts on himself

He knows you’re strong but he hates that you feel the need to step up

“Are you going to stop trying to sacrifice yourself?” You ask him, hands in your hips and brows raised. Xaden opens his mouth to give his usual ‘the world needs me’ speech but the tilt of your head has his lips snapping shut. “Mhm that’s what I thought.” You ruffle his hair, kissing the top of his head. “I’m here for you Xaden. Whatever they throw at us we’ll face it together.”

Xaden pulls you onto his lap and hugs you close to his chest, not letting you go for hours

In front of the other riders you two stand a little apart from each other

Everyone knows you’re his

Xaden isn’t huge on PDA but he treasures those sweet, stolen moment with you when you sneak off to a dark alcove or an empty classroom

One day when Xaden is having a rough day you say screw it and hug him in front of everyone

You fully expect him to freeze up. Xaden fully melts into you, wrapping himself around you

You can feel everyone hold their breath behind you then let out a collective sigh of relief

Xaden turns you so his back faces everyone. He leans down and whispers, “I love you.”

Something you picked up on was Xaden’s mood changes. It’s a hard thing to read so you really pride yourself on knowing your boyfriend so well

When Xaden’s angry his jaw clenches more than usual, his fists clench and his shadows curl around his wrists as if they’re ready to hold him back

You come up behind, your hands immediately going to his neck massaging the tension away. Moving up to his jaw forcing him to unclench

Xaden would never in a million years let anyone else do this

He’d probably cut off Bodhi’s hands if he ever tried to relax him

Xaden knows the feel of you, has the softness of your touch memorized and anticipates it when you’re around

When he’s anxious Xaden runs his hands through his hair. Occasionally tugging at the short strands as if he could pull a solution out of his brain

You take his hand placing it on your lap and start tracing his palm

You trace each of his fingers, circling his palm and then start making random shapes. You spell out ‘I love you’ and ‘mine’ u til he calms down. He brings his forehead down to yours and gives you a sweet smile. “Thank you my love.”

Kissing him is typically hurried and passionate

But there are nights when he just needs to take things slow with you

Slow kisses are accompanied by a soft touch you didn’t know Xaden could do. His hands rest on your back and slide up to hold the sides of your face

Before you can fall asleep Xaden pulls you to lay on top of him. Your head resting above his heart

You trace his relic while he plays with your hair, arranging it to fall perfectly down your back

In these quiet moments Xaden lets himself think about the future with you

“When we’re married where do you want to live?” Your heart skips a few beats at the question. “I like it here, at Riorson House.” Xaden is surprised by your answer. “Really? You wouldn’t want somewhere that’s our own?” You shrug. Propping your chin on his chest as you think. “I think we could make here ours. Make it more modern and add our own touches, take some stuff away.” Xaden nods, thinking about how he could remake Riorson house for you

Bonus: the proposal

Xaden wouldn’t want to do a big proposal

You hate attention like that and prefer to keep those intimate moments private

He would ask you to come sit on the roof with him since the stars are so bright tonight

You were dressed up from hosting the leaders of the rebellion for dinner

As a shooting star goes by Xaden takes the opportunity to get down on one knee as you look up in awe

Turning to ask if Xaden saw you gasp at the sight of the ring in his hands and the huge smile on his face

You obviously said yes and couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sparkling ring

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Modern Problems, Ancient Solutions

Based on the Mafia AU, Started by @pilot-boi and with parts written by @novankenn

Cinder Fall was not someone to be trifled with, not at all. After all, despite how small her "Family" Was, it so long as she was a part of it, she was basically invincible.

And better than that; Invisible.

The Blond Boy needed to Die.

The White Fang was an excellent Scapegoat. Violent, Second Class citizens? Targeting Humans? Well, as much as Miss Belladonna was one to stay neutral and would give all she could to the Arcs, she would not simply allow them to ransack her establishment for clues. That'd not be very "Neutral" of her. That would be Fun to Watch! Neutrality is it's own damnation after all-

Although the Malachites and the Arcs have always hated one another~ To let the keg blow would be cathartic, wouldn't it? All the hate finally rushing out, flying free?

Cinder pondered this as she wandered up the steps of the apartment building she resided in. Not as classy as she'd have hoped, but few enough patrons and a large sum of Lien meant she had near-free run of the place. The Cameras were fake according to watts, and there was one spot on the roof she would be perfectly hidden from any outside observers

Perfect, given that the apartments were across from a certain mall that a Certain boy with a Bounty on his head oft adjourned to on the weekends.

As she drew her weapon, she couldn't help but envision something.

The Schnees.

Under investigation, making everyone rush and scramble to hold off sales and hide their skeletons deep in their closets should anything lead back to them.

Oh, how fitting such a prestigious and Well-to-do Family come crumbling down on their rotten Foundations! Atlesians like them deserve to burn-

Cinder took a deep breath.

She nocked an arrow. An old fashioned, yes, but now glint of a sniper's scope could give away a position.

She Drew the string back, elegant in her form.

She could see the shining gold beside auburn red from here. they were almost at the doors.

And just as she began to loose the arrow, she instinctively fell back.

Her hand exploded in a shower of red, shock and pain over whelming her system to the point of paralysis.

She'd barely caught the Glint of someone else - they were aiming for her. She knew that. it was too well placed of a shot for it to be on anyone else. she wrapped the scraps of her hand in her dress and took down the fire escape.

~~~~~

Pyrrha couldn't breathe.

She couldn't hear anything but the pounding of blood in her ears.

She couldn't feel anything but the sharp, stabbing pinch that went through her shoulder-blade, and the tears welling in her eyes, and worst of all, the shame of not feeling it coming.

She had trained for this her whole life, and in just a few weeks, some blond fool and softened her.

Pyrrha touched the exit wound, the hard, cold metal tip of an arrow coming out just beneath her collar bone. A bad shot. Messy. Nothing vital hit.

She was aware she was on the ground, her eyes wrenched shut, teeth grit to near shattering, and only vcaguely aware of jaune's frantic movement and hurried, panicked speech - likely calling the cops and an ambulance.

He wasn't safe. She couldn't save him.

Gods, she couldn't save him.

~~~~~

Ruby Rose was your average Fifteen year-old girl. Black hair with some red dye thrown in, bright eyes, bogged down by schoolwork. She had friend, she played video games, yadda-yadda.

At least, that's what most people believed.

As she operated the bolt to rack a new round into the chamber of her rifle, she felt no joy in harming others - but for now, she had saved someones life. Nikos had took a hit, visible from through her scope, but nothing a visit to the ER and some painkillers and bed-rest couldn't fix.

Her Father and her Uncle wouldn't be the most exited to know how she was using her hunting practice, but this is what her mom did, and she was smart enough to read between the lines.

Uncle Qrow was spending ever longer times away, and ever shorter time at home.

Her dad was getting anxious, the way he gets when stuff about the past tries to join in on the present.

Looking through old contacts, she found the Contacts, and from there, she wrote some letters.

Ozpin had, at one point, refused her to work, and chided her for it.

But, he let slip just enough - and she was willing to bet purposefully so - for her to know who she should keep an eye on, and who to set a scope on.

Was it the smartest thing she'd ever done? ABSOLUTELY NOT! And Ruby knew this! She wasn't dumb! She just wanted to save lives! and She knew that if something bad happened to Jaune, then bad things would eventually get to her!

So really she's just defending herself!

Preemptively!

Oh look! There's Yang going to help Pyrrha! That's nice of her!

...

Oh she should probably hide or something. Someone definitely heard that shot, even with a suppressor.

[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.

[screenmobile]

Does a screened-in porch need a foundation?

A screened-in porch serves as a delightful extension of your living space, offering a harmonious blend of indoor comfort and outdoor ambiance. However, a common question arises: Does a screened-in porch require a foundation? The answer largely depends on the design and structural requirements of your porch. While some screened-in porches can be built on existing decks or patios, others may necessitate a dedicated foundation to ensure stability and longevity. It's essential to consult local building codes and a structural engineer to determine the appropriate foundation for your specific project.

Exploring Different Types of Patio Enclosures

When considering enhancing your outdoor space, it's beneficial to understand the various types of patio enclosures available. Each type offers unique advantages tailored to different needs and preferences.

Screened-In Porches

These enclosures feature mesh screens attached to a frame, allowing fresh air to circulate while keeping insects and debris at bay.

Benefits:

Excellent ventilation

Protection from pests

Cost-effective solution

Considerations:

Limited protection against harsh weather

May require additional maintenance to keep screens intact

Glass Enclosures (Sunrooms)

Constructed with large glass panels, these enclosures provide unobstructed views of the outdoors while offering protection from the elements.

Benefits:

Year-round usability

Enhanced natural light

Increased property value

Considerations:

Higher installation costs

Potential need for climate control systems

Retractable Enclosures

These versatile systems feature sliding panels or roofs that can be adjusted based on weather conditions, offering flexibility between open and enclosed spaces.

Benefits:

Adaptability to changing weather

Modern aesthetic appeal

Considerations:

Complex installation process

Regular maintenance of mechanical components

Lattice Patio Enclosures

Featuring a crisscross pattern of strips, usually made from wood or vinyl, lattice enclosures provide partial shade and privacy while allowing airflow and light to pass through.

Benefits:

Aesthetic appeal

Partial sun protection

Flexible design options

Considerations:

Limited protection from rain

May not keep out small insects

Key Considerations When Choosing a Patio Enclosure

Selecting the right patio enclosure involves evaluating several factors to ensure it aligns with your lifestyle and home architecture.

Climate and Weather Patterns: In regions with extreme weather conditions, durable materials and sturdy construction are paramount to withstand environmental stresses.

Intended Use: Determine how you plan to utilize the space—be it for dining, relaxation, or entertainment—to choose an enclosure that complements these activities.

Budget Constraints: Establish a clear budget that accounts for both initial construction and ongoing maintenance costs.

Aesthetic Integration: Ensure the chosen enclosure harmonizes with your home's existing design elements, enhancing overall curb appeal.

Balancing Cost, Materials, Functionality, and Aesthetics

Achieving the ideal patio enclosure requires a thoughtful balance of various factors:

Cost: While screened-in porches are generally more affordable, sunrooms and glass enclosures represent a higher investment but offer additional benefits.

Materials: Opt for materials that offer durability and low maintenance, such as aluminum or vinyl, without compromising on aesthetic appeal.

Functionality: Consider features like insulation, ventilation, and ease of access to ensure the space meets your practical needs.

Aesthetics: Select design elements and finishes that reflect your personal style while complementing your home's architecture.

Conclusion

Investing in a patio enclosure is a significant decision that enhances your home's functionality and aesthetic appeal. By understanding the various types of enclosures and carefully considering factors such as climate, intended use, budget, and design harmony, you can make an informed choice that brings lasting satisfaction.Ready to transform your outdoor space into a versatile and inviting haven? If you're in South Bend, consult with a reputable home improvement specialist to explore the best patio enclosure options tailored to your needs. Make a decision today that will enrich your living experience for years to come.

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How Does Residential Metal Roofing Compare to Clay Tiles?

The choices when selecting a roofing material for your home can be overwhelming. You might be pondering various options, but two popular choices stand out: residential metal roofing and clay tiles. Both options have unique advantages and aesthetic appeal, but which is right for you? In this article, we'll explore how residential metal roofing compares to clay tiles, helping you make an informed decision that suits your style and needs.

Understanding Residential Metal Roofing

What is Residential Metal Roofing?

Residential metal roofing is a durable system made from metal materials such as steel, aluminum, or copper. Known for its longevity and resistance to weather conditions, metal roofing has gained popularity among homeowners looking for a reliable, energy-efficient solution. Available in many colors and finishes, residential metal roofing can complement any architectural style, from modern to traditional.

Pros of Residential Metal Roofing

Durability: Metal roofs can last 40 to 70 years, significantly longer than traditional roofing materials. This longevity often offsets the initial investment.

Energy Efficiency: Metal roofing reflects solar radiant heat, which can help reduce cooling costs in warmer climates. Some metal roofs even have special coatings to improve energy efficiency.

Low Maintenance: Unlike clay tiles, which may require regular maintenance and repairs, metal roofs are relatively low maintenance. They’re also resistant to mold, mildew, and insects, making them hassle-free.

Lightweight: Metal roofing is lighter than clay tiles, which can reduce the structural load on your home. This may allow for easier installation and lower labor costs.

Variety of Styles: From sleek modern designs to traditional barn styles, residential metal roofing comes in various colors and finishes, including matte and glossy options.

The Case for Clay Tiles

What are Clay Tiles?

Clay tiles are made from natural clay and are known for their classic aesthetic and durability. Often associated with Mediterranean and Spanish-style architecture, these tiles have been used for centuries and are cherished for their elegance and longevity.

Pros of Clay Tiles

Aesthetic Appeal: Clay tiles have a unique charm and character that many homeowners love. Their natural earth tones and textures add warmth to any home.

Longevity: When maintained properly, clay tiles can last over 100 years. Their durability means they can withstand harsh weather conditions, including extreme heat and cold.

Fire Resistance: Clay tiles are non-combustible, making them a safe choice in fire-prone areas. This characteristic can contribute to lower insurance premiums.

Eco-Friendly Option: Made from natural materials, clay tiles are recyclable and often considered an environmentally friendly roofing choice.

Insulation Properties: Clay tiles can provide excellent thermal insulation, helping to keep your home cool in summer and warm in winter.

Comparing Residential Metal Roofing and Clay Tiles

Cost Considerations

Cost is a significant factor when evaluating residential metal roofing versus clay tiles. Metal roofing typically has a lower initial cost than clay tiles, but installation might require specialized labor, which can add to the overall expense. Conversely, while clay tiles have a higher upfront investment, their longevity may justify the cost over time.

Weight and Structural Requirements

Clay tiles are heavier than metal roofing, so your home's structural framework supports the additional weight. This requirement can lead to higher construction costs. Metal roofing, being lightweight, offers more flexibility in design and may not necessitate structural reinforcements.

Installation Process

The installation process for each roofing type varies. Residential metal roofing can generally be installed more quickly than clay tiles, requiring careful placement to ensure longevity and effectiveness. The complexity of the installation may also influence labor costs.

Maintenance Needs

While both roofing materials are durable, their maintenance needs differ. Metal roofs require less maintenance than clay tiles, which may need regular inspections and repairs to address issues like cracked tiles or leaks. Homeowners looking for a low-maintenance option may lean toward residential metal roofing.

Weather Resistance

Both roofing types perform well under various weather conditions. However, clay tiles can crack under extreme impacts (like hail), while metal roofs are more resistant to dents and damage. Metal roofing excels in areas prone to heavy rain and snow, as its design allows for effective water drainage.

Making the Right Choice for Your Home

When choosing between residential metal roofing and clay tiles, consider your home’s architectural style, budget, and long-term plans. Residential metal roofing might be your best bet if you prefer a modern, sleek look with minimal maintenance. Alternatively, if you’re drawn to the timeless beauty of clay tiles and are willing to invest in maintenance, clay tiles may be the perfect choice.

Ultimately, the right choice will depend on your preferences and your home's needs. Assess the advantages of each option and consult with professionals to find the best solution for your roofing project.

Find the Perfect Roof for Your Home

In summary, residential metal roofing and clay tiles have advantages and drawbacks. Residential metal roofing offers durability, energy efficiency, and low maintenance, while clay tiles provide aesthetic appeal and longevity. By weighing the pros and cons of each option, you can make an informed decision that enhances your home’s beauty and functionality.

Are you ready to explore energy-efficient roofing solutions for your home? Visit Lastime Exteriors to learn more about your options, including residential metal roofing. Our expert team is here to guide you through the choices and help you find the perfect solution for your home's unique needs!

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What Are the Different Panel Options for Residential Metal Roofing?

If you're considering a roof upgrade for your home, you've likely come across the option of residential metal roofing. It's become increasingly popular among homeowners due to its durability, energy efficiency, and aesthetic appeal. But before you decide, it’s essential to understand the different panel options available. In this article, we’ll explore the types of panels you can choose from, their benefits, and what to consider when selecting the best fit for your home.

Understanding Residential Metal Roofing

Residential metal roofing has come a long way from its early days. It's not just a practical choice but also a stylish one. With advancements in technology and design, homeowners can now choose from metal roofing panels that enhance curb appeal while providing lasting protection.

1. Standing Seam Metal Roofing

The standing seam panel is one of the most popular choices in residential metal roofing. This style features vertical panels with interlocking seams that rise above the roof's level. Its design creates a clean, modern look and offers several practical benefits.

Durability: Standing seam roofs are made from high-quality materials, often steel or aluminum, and coated to resist rust and corrosion. With proper maintenance, they can last 50 years or more.

Hidden Fasteners: The screws and fasteners are concealed within the seams, reducing the risk of leaks and providing a sleek appearance.

Energy Efficiency: The standing seams allow for thermal expansion and contraction, which helps maintain the roof's integrity in varying temperatures. This characteristic, combined with reflective coatings, can significantly improve energy efficiency.

2. Exposed Fastener Metal Roofing

Another common option for residential metal roofing is the exposed fastener panel. Unlike standing seam roofs, the fasteners are visible on the panels' surface. This option is often more budget-friendly and has its own advantages.

Cost-Effective: Exposed fastener roofing systems are generally less expensive than standing seam roofs, making them a popular choice for budget-conscious homeowners.

Ease of Installation: These panels are typically easier and quicker to install, saving labor and time. Styles: Exposed fastener panels are available in various styles and colors, allowing you to customize the look to match your home’s exterior.

3. Corrugated Metal Roofing

Corrugated metal panels, known for their wavy design, are another option for residential metal roofing. They offer both aesthetic appeal and practical benefits.

Lightweight: Corrugated panels are lighter than many roofing materials, making them easier to handle and install.

Strength: The corrugated shape is durable, making it an excellent choice for withstanding adverse weather conditions.

Affordability: These panels are often one of the more affordable options for metal roofing, making them a popular choice among homeowners looking for a cost-effective solution.

4. R-panel and PBR Panel Roofing

R-panel and PBR panel roofing systems are designed for durability and efficiency, making them excellent options for residential use.

Versatility: These panels are available in numerous colors and finishes and can be used for various applications, including residential roofs.

Wind Resistance: R-panels and PBR panels are designed to withstand high winds, making them suitable for storm-prone areas.

5. Tile-Style Metal Roofing

If you love the look of traditional tile but want the benefits of metal roofing, consider tile-style metal panels. These panels mimic the appearance of clay or concrete tiles while offering the advantages of metal.

Aesthetic Appeal: Tile-style metal panels provide a classic, elegant look while lightweight and easy to install.

Energy Efficiency: These roofs often come with reflective coatings that help reduce heat absorption, making your home more energy-efficient.

Longevity: Like other metal roofing options, tile-style panels can last for decades with minimal maintenance.

Choosing the Right Panel for Your Home

When selecting the best panel option for your residential metal roofing, consider the following factors:

Climate and Weather Conditions

Your local climate plays a significant role in determining the type of metal roofing best for your home. If you live in an area with heavy snowfall, a standing seam roof may be more suitable due to its sloped design and hidden fasteners. Conversely, exposed fastener panels might be fine if you reside in a warmer, drier climate.

Aesthetic Preferences

Metal roofing panels come in various colors, textures, and styles. Consider the overall look you want to achieve for your home. Whether you're leaning toward a modern, sleek design or a more traditional appearance, there's a metal panel option to match your vision.

Budget

Budget is a crucial consideration for any home improvement project. While standing seam panels may offer excellent durability and energy efficiency, they can also come with a higher price tag. On the other hand, exposed fasteners and corrugated panels may provide a more budget-friendly solution without sacrificing quality.

Energy Efficiency

If energy efficiency is a priority, look for panels with reflective coatings or thermal performance. Standing seam roofs often excel in this area, making them a popular choice for energy-conscious homeowners.

Transform Your Home with Style and Strength

Residential metal roofing offers a range of panel options to suit various needs and preferences. There's a solution for everyone, from the sleek design of standing seam roofs to the affordability of exposed fastener panels. By considering factors like climate, aesthetics, and budget, you can choose a roofing option that protects your home and enhances its value and curb appeal.

Ready to explore your options further? Visit Lastime Exteriors today to learn more about our residential metal roofing services and discover how you can transform your home with energy-efficient roofing solutions!

[lookingforyn]

Hi!!! Can I request a Kaito and Rantaro x reader (separate) where Reader has a date for the upcoming prom and Kaito/Rantaro has a crush on them but found out they have a date then when prom happens they are not seen with a date. Can this be in modern AU

Awww this sounds so sweet I love this idea!! 🤍🤍🤍

Kaito Mamota and Rantaro Amami X reader who already had a date to the prom

SFW, requested, fluff, hurt/comfort, one shot, romantic relationship but not dating, gender neutral pronouns, non killing game au.

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Kaito Mamota

“Hey Y/N!” Kaito yelled across the cafeteria running over to you in that big goofy smile you know too well. “There are people trying to eat you know!” You say with a giggle “I don’t remember being allowed to eat in the library.” He sat down his cheerful energy igniting a warm feeling in your chest. “So Y/N tomorrow’s the big day you said you were still lo-“ “TAKA ASKED ME OUT!!” …really? Kaito was taken back but was quick enough not to let them know. “That’s great! How did it happen?” You took a sip of your water not wanting to look him in the eyes it felt to awkward telling your guy friend about you love life, yea that’s what was bugging you about him. “Well he knew I didn’t have anyone to go with so he volunteered.” As the ultimate moral compass it only sounds like he’s doing it from the kindness of his heart. “Well I’m glad you got someone to go with I’ll see you two on the dance floor!”

The lights were twinkling at the music was flooding the gym. Kaito rolled in with Maki and Shuichi deciding that taking your friends was way more rewarding than forcing yourself to slow dance with someone you don’t feel comfortable even holding hands with. “Kaito there they are.” Shuichi pointed out showing him a Y/N he never thought he would be able to get his eyes on. There star striking… where’s Taka? Kaito with his smile walked over to you but this time it didn’t do anything. “Y/N what’s wrong?” “He meant well.” You said your head hanging low in embarrassment. “Did he stand you up? I never thought he’d be the type to do that.” You grabbed his hand and brought him outside of the gym Kaito flustered by your touch but needing to stay strong to support you. You stopped by the trophy case still looking at your shoes. “He said being the moral compass he wanted to be nice but he couldn’t lie to me as well. He said he wasn’t straight and really wanted to dance with one of his guy friends but he didn’t want me to feel bad going to the prom on my own so…” Well that explains a lot. “Wow I never knew that… hey I have a solution that can make everyone happy but only if your ok with it.” You looked up flustered and confused. “Taka can find the guy he wants to dance with and I don’t technically have a date so… may I take you to the prom?” No he’s not just a guy friend to me. Finally it’s happening. “I’d love that. Hey can we go somewhere else first before heading back to the gym? I want to see something with you.”

After leading Kaito you found your way up on the school roof the endless array of stars dancing in the black night sky. “Kai-“ “May I have this dance?” You blushed as he gave you his hand his eyes locked on yours admiring every detail with worship. “Yes you may.”

Rantaro Amami

“We both know Kokichi is only taking them cause he has something up his sleeve.” Rantaro complained to Kaede as she examined his closet for the right suit for tonight. “It’s their choice and maybe Kokichi actually found someone he can be vulnerable with you know? Someone he can be himself around without sabotaging the relationship.” Rantaro rolled his eyes in disbelief. “I just know they can do better then-“ “No you want to take them to prom and you got too chicken to say anything.” Kaede grabbed the last of his suit turning her attention now to the three bottles of cologne to choose from. “I wasn’t afraid I just don’t want to make Y/N uncomfortable I have to be there for them and if I mess anything up not only they won’t want me as a partner but as a friend.” A dark blue bottle of liquid was tossed onto Rantaros lap playfully. “You’d be surprised on the outcome, now let’s get going before the gym gets packed.”

The doors swig open the sight of confetti dresses the gym floor and some heads of unlucky students. “Do you see Y/N?!” Rantaro raised his voice the bass of the speakers making it nearly impossible for anyone to hear him if they weren’t basically tied at the hip. “No I‘ll ch-“ with that you walked right passed Kaede your hands covering your face making sure no one could see how pathetic you looked. “I’ll meet you outside the gym let me find them!” Rantaro hurried to catch up with you dodging packs of people and strung up balloons. “Y/N wait up!” Rantaro caught up to you grabbing your hand in the middle of the hallway to see what was wrong. “Hey hey what happened?” He noticed the torn attire a sticky green substance covering it head to toe “I don’t want to talk about it.” You said trying not to burst into tears. I should have asked them “Come with me.” Rantaro said taking your hand this time with you trying to catch up to him as he looked like a man on a mission. “Where are we going?” You said in distress and confusion “Getting you cleaned up and then something I should have done a while ago.”

After Rantaro returning you to your dorm to get dressed Kaede came over to give you something else to wear for the night the fabric leaving you breathless. A knock on the door interrupted your attempt to calm your nerves the dread of the possibility Kokichi could be standing outside with another “practical joke”did not help your anxiety but with great courage you opened the door. “Rantaro-“ He was holding a single rose thanks to the schools green house his stance telling you he was serious with what he was about to say “Y/N will you be my date to the prom? I should have asked you this the minute I heard the announcement.” You blushed walking out of your dorm and closing the door behind you. “Rantaro will you be my date… in general?” You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that a kiss on your cheek was enough of a yes for the both of you.

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Enlighten your spaces with the lighting solutions by Maxroof that offer high efficiency and energy saving for industrial, commercial, and residential purposes. Our lights are durable and performance-oriented, and significantly improve brightness, safety, and aesthetics. Our product line includes eco-friendly, long-lasting LED solutions customized for all types of environments. Designed to ensure optimal brightness and energy efficiency, our lighting solutions meet modern architectural demands. Illuminate your projects with Maxroof—come visit Maxroof today!

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Container houses in Dubai

There are new things around such as Dubai container houses that have quickly started to become a great option and solution for many as an innovative quick and cost effective and eco-friendly houses. The demand for sustainable architecture is on the rise in the city, space efficient solution to the growing problem of urban density.

These homes are made of recycled steel shipping containers, which are long-lasting and can be easily moved. Because they are so customizable, they can go from simple projects like a studio up to fancy multi-container villas. All it takes is ISO-Wall insulation (for the walls, floor and roof) and an air-conditioning system to make containers perfectly appropriate for Dubai's hot desert climate.

Affordability is one of the main reasons people go for container houses in Dubai. They are much cheaper to build and maintain than conventional villas or flats. They’re also faster to build — sometimes finished in a few weeks — saving time and money.

They are also perfect for eco-conscious residents. They minimize the amount of construction waste they produce, and many use solar panels, rainwater collection systems and energy-efficient appliances to lower their footprint. In a city like Dubai where green building practices are gaining ground, container houses fit with the UAE’s sustainability vision.

And another key benefit is mobility and flexibility. Since these dwellings are portable, container homes can be placed anywhere, making them the perfect solution for temporary housing, site offices, or even off-grid living. These days there are many companies that are offering turn-key container houses, Dubai residents can buy with sleek interiors, modern finishes, and smart home features.

From a small dream home to a boutique container hotel or a pop-up retail space, container houses in Dubai list a variety of design options and specialize in flexibility, enabling you to take your dream to the next level. They’re not merely a trend—they’re the future of smart urban living in the UAE

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Basic Business Explained Wrong

There was a time not that long ago when understanding how money is made, how products are sold, and how wages are paid was considered common sense. You didn’t need a degree in economics to grasp the basics of supply and demand or the idea that a business needs to turn a profit to survive. But somehow, in modern Britain, we’ve arrived at a bizarre point where even the most rudimentary business principles have to be explained… slowly… and repeatedly.

It’s both embarrassing and infuriating.

You can thank decades of anti-capitalist indoctrination, entitlement culture, and state dependency for this. We’ve raised a generation of adults who genuinely believe that profit is theft, that companies should run like charities, and that government intervention solves every problem. These people cry about “greedy corporations” while tweeting from an iPhone, drinking their oat milk lattes from Starbucks, and getting their next-day delivery from Amazon, none of which would exist without the very capitalism they loathe.

Let’s get this straight: 🔹 Businesses don’t exist to give you a job but to make money. 🔹 Wages are paid out of profit, not from thin air. 🔹 You raise taxes, increase regulation, and demonise success? You kill business. Simple.

Explaining this should not be revolutionary. Yet here I am, having to spell it out while MPs argue for wealth taxes and eco-activists glue themselves to the M25, all while we plunge deeper into economic decline. We’ve got teachers lecturing kids about socialism, bureaucrats throttling enterprise with red tape, and half of Parliament acting like profit is a dirty word.

Britain once led the world in industry, trade, and innovation. Now we’re caught in a spiral of whining, wokeness, and wilful ignorance. If we can’t even grasp the basics of how business works, how in God’s name are we supposed to fix anything?

This isn’t just frustrating. It’s the canary in the coal mine. When the public needs a crash course in Business 101 just to understand why the shops are closing, the jobs are vanishing, and inflation’s through the roof, then yes, it’s a symptom of why the country is going so wrong.

The solution? Less whining. More working. Less envy. More enterprise. And for heaven’s sake, let’s bring back some bloody common sense.

[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 Tambi��n, 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."