#Window Coating for Energy Efficiency

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4 Common Roof Coating Problems and Solutions 2024

Roof coating is a popular solution for extending the lifespan of roofs and protecting buildings from environmental damage. However, like any other roofing system, roof cool coating can encounter problems over time. Understanding these common issues, their causes, and how to address them can help homeowners, property managers, and commercial building owners maintain their roofs effectively.

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There are some things Davenport knows.

He counts them sometimes, the things he knows.

His name; how to tie his shoes with twelve different knots; how the Madame Director likes her coffee.

The rules of playing Fantasy Chess, and how to cheat at Fantasy Chess too.

How to tell when someone is afraid

How to make his bed, so tight and neat he can drop a coin on it and it jumps, newly polished and gleaming, right back into his hand

How to bandage up to twenty different kinds of injuries

How to make the best sea chowder on the Moon Base, and also on the planet

How to press a uniform so it lasts a week and several explosions with no crinkled corners

How to organise reports with proper colour-coding techniques

Not a great many words, when it comes to that - slippery as fishtails, words, hard to grasp in the mind and impossible to put into his mouth

How to laugh, and how to cry

How to be helpful, if not always in the most efficient way

Some very complicated geometry and arithmetic, though not the word for geometry, nor how to write down an equation to explain how he got his results.His name, the names of his colleagues, where he is, what time of the day it is, what happened yesterday.

His name, his name, even when he doesn't know anything else, his name is Davenport -

Most days, anyway

He cries, sometimes, over bowls of spicy soup and at cute dogs, when someone leaves a book half-open on the table - when he sees groups of people laughing, and when he's alone for a long time. He is rarely alone. The Madame Director finds him, every time. Brings him biscuits and jam, shares puzzles, gives him folders to file.

She tries to teach him new words from brightly coloured books, sometimes. Not often; Davenport hates to make her unhappy, and she looks very sad, whenever he fails. He hates failing - this he knows for certain. But regardless of what he does, the Director is sad a lot of the time. Busy, busy; but she goes very still, late at night, and writes lists in strange languages with shifting characters, and then burns them, with a look on her face like stone, like a closed fist. He sweeps the ashes, afterwards; there's nothing in them he can understand.

No one sees her in those hours. Only Davenport is there, with no one else around. Davenport does not count as company, really. Or at least the Madame Director trusts him enough to let him see her when it's very late and she is very tired, and there is too much work for a night's rest.

It's nice, being trusted. Davenport likes it, likes his little tasks, his schedule and his friends. He knows every corner of the Moon Base, except the ones he is not supposed to enter; he has a little map sewn into his coat pocket, for when he forgets he knows every corner of the Moon Base.

He loves slow music, and sea chowder, and to drink his tea (the Director makes it, sometimes; she knows just how he likes it) while standing behind the transparent windows and watch the planet down below, all green and blue and changeful, like a face with many moods.

He knows he likes these things.

It is only that, sometimes, Davenport is very full of a painful feeling, a feeling like being full of smoldering fire, a feeling like --

Anger has no face, no colour. Davenport does not know a lot of things; sometimes he grasps at the softened edges of his mind, looking for something sharp enough to cut himself with. Davenport is angry, sometimes, though he has no words for it. Sometimes, anger is the only real thing in Davenport's world, the first thing he ever knew.

And then he forgets about it.

There are few things Davenport knows. He can feel the shape of something very important, prodding at him, filling him up with a warm, unpleasant energy. It is there when he wakes, for a handful of moments - every day, in the dreaming place between wakefulness and sleep. Like a dream, it fades before he is done dressing for the day. He has no words for it. The truth is, most days Davenport only knows his name is Davenport, and the worst of it is Davenport forgets there might be anything missing.

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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

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Rice University researchers have developed a smart material that adjusts its transparency with changes in temperature, outperforming similar materials in terms of durability, transparency and responsiveness. The new polymer blend could significantly enhance energy efficiency for indoor space cooling, according to a new study published in Joule. Cooling off can be a matter of life or death, but air conditioning -- when and if available -- already accounts for 7% of the world's energy use and 3% of carbon emissions. With temperatures hitting record highs and heat waves growing more frequent worldwide, the need for more efficient ways to keep indoor temperatures in check has also grown more urgent. One way to mitigate the issue involves coating windows with materials that keep heat out while still allowing light to pass through. One such class of materials is thermochromics, yet existing varieties are still too expensive and short-lived to make a feasible choice for use in buildings, vehicles and wherever else needed.

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a match in the making | james wilson

summary: james wilson, head of oncology oversees an eldery patient and is unexpectedly caught in her match making scheme a/n: original male character, wilson being awkward and flustered, house's usual remarks, and maybe a slightly rushed ending words: 7.2k

james wilson adjusted his tie while walking briskly through the gleaming hallways of princeton plainsboro teaching hospital. the reflection of fluorescent lights on polished floors stretched out before him, a seamless path broken only by the occasional scruff of hurried shoes or the soft squeak of a gurney's wheels.

his shoes echoed faintly, a sound he found oddly comforting despite the starkness of his surroundings.

he glanced at his watch, 8:32 am, later than he intended to start his rounds. his schedule was already packed, but it always was. the thought didn't bother him, it was easier to keep moving, easier to focus on the next meeting, the next conversation than to linger on the spaces in between.

tucking his hands into the pockets of his lab coat, wilson exhaled quietly, his breath steady but weighted. the morning light filtered through the expansive glass windows lining the hospital's east wing, casting long, soft shadows across the corridor. the view outside was crisp and clear, the kind of winter day where the sun burned bright but the cold bit at your skin.

he didn’t pause to admire it.

instead, his attention shifted to the faint tug at the edge of his sleeve. a loose thread, small but persistent, had frayed along the cuff. he picked at it absentmindedly while walking, his fingers rolling the thread back and forth as if its small imperfection required his immediate attention.

the morning hum of the hospital surrounded him—a symphony of paging systems, murmured voices, and the steady rhythm of life continuing on, even in the face of uncertainty. wilson moved through it all like a thread in the fabric, weaving his way through the noise and energy with practiced ease.

at the nurses’ station, he exchanged polite nods and a quick smile, his professional charm as natural as breathing. he signed off on a chart handed to him, his pen gliding smoothly across the page. “thanks, laura,” he said, his voice warm but efficient, his smile gone the moment he turned away.

the elevator ride to his office was uneventful, save for the moment he caught his own reflection in the brushed metal doors. his tie was slightly askew, the knot just off-center. he frowned, fixing it with a few deft movements. it was a small thing, but he clung to small things. they made him feel like he had control, even if it was over something as trivial as a tie.

by the time he reached his office, the coffee he had poured earlier that morning was lukewarm, sitting untouched on the corner of his desk. he picked it up and took a sip anyway, grimacing slightly at the stale bitterness. setting it back down, he turned his chair toward the window and stared out for a moment, the city stretching endlessly beyond the hospital’s perimeter.

wilson had an office with a view. that was supposed to mean something, wasn’t it?

he shook the thought from his mind and opened his laptop, skimming through emails and typing responses with mechanical precision. he toggled between patient reports, board meeting agendas, and a reminder to call his brother that he had been ignoring for three days.

the phone on his desk rang, and he answered it with the same calm, measured tone he always used. “dr. wilson.”

the conversation was brief—another adjustment to his schedule, another case to prioritize. he hung up and leaned back in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

it wasn’t exhaustion, not really. it was the feeling that lingered just beneath the surface, the one he rarely acknowledged. a kind of hollowness that came and went, ebbing and flowing like a tide.

he shook his head and stood, straightening his coat as he stepped back into the hallway.

wilson’s steps were unhurried now, his stride measured. he paused briefly to glance at the bulletin board outside the oncology ward—a sea of papers tacked up with colorful pins. announcements, flyers for charity events, a calendar marking the end of the year.

someone had pinned a photo of the holiday party from a few weeks ago. wilson recognized himself in the background, his smile faint but present as he stood off to the side, holding a cup of punch. he remembered the punch being too sweet, the noise of the room too loud. he hadn’t stayed long.

the memory made his chest tighten, but he turned away before it could linger.

passing the cafeteria, he caught the faint scent of coffee and freshly baked bread. his stomach rumbled faintly, reminding him that breakfast had been a granola bar hastily consumed in the car. but there was no time to stop. there was never time to stop.

at one point, he reached into his pocket and found the candy wrapper he’d stuffed there yesterday—a peppermint his secretary had handed him after a meeting. he rolled it between his fingers as he walked, the crinkle of foil oddly soothing.

“good morning, dr. wilson,” a nurse said as she passed.

he nodded in response, his smile automatic but polite. “morning.”

her footsteps faded behind him, leaving him alone again with the steady rhythm of his own.

by midday, wilson found himself in the hospital’s atrium, the towering glass ceiling above letting in swaths of pale winter light. a fountain bubbled softly in the center, surrounded by a few benches where visitors lingered, some with coffee cups, others with faraway expressions.

he stopped for a moment, his hand brushing along the back of a bench as he surveyed the space. the sunlight warmed his face despite the chill outside, and for a fleeting moment, he let himself stand still.

the pager on his hip buzzed suddenly, jolting him from his brief reprieve. with a resigned sigh, he unclipped it and glanced at the screen. room 317. his brow furrowed. the number didn’t match any of the patients on his current rounds—he was certain that room had been unoccupied just this morning.

slipping the pager back into place, wilson headed for the elevators, his pace quickening with each step. his mind churned, trying to piece together who might have been moved to the room and why.

the elevator ride was brief, the familiar mechanical hum filling the silence as he adjusted his tie—a habit he couldn’t seem to break, especially when uncertainty gnawed at him. when the doors slid open, the oncology ward greeted him with its muted bustle. nurses moved purposefully, their hands full of charts and IV bags, while the faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air.

as he approached room 317, a nurse stepped out, her expression composed but brisk.

“ms. bennett,” she informed him before he could ask, her tone clipped but not unkind. “she fainted while walking. the paramedics brought her in about an hour ago.”

wilson nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. ms. bennett—of course. she was a regular patient of his, a resilient woman in her seventies with sharp wit and a no-nonsense demeanor. she had been diagnosed with lung cancer nearly three years ago, an uphill battle she faced with a steady resolve that never failed to impress him.

stepping into the room, he found her propped up in the hospital bed, her small frame swaddled in the standard-issue blanket. her silver hair framed her face in soft wisps, and though her skin was paler than usual, her keen eyes were as lively as ever.

“dr. wilson,” she greeted him, her voice a little raspier than usual but still carrying that wry edge. “didn’t expect to see me today, did you?”

“no, i didn’t,” he replied, closing the door softly behind him as he approached her bedside. “what happened?”

she gave a faint shrug, the gesture almost imperceptible beneath the blanket. “went for one of my walks—thought i’d enjoy the crisp air. next thing i know, i’m on the ground, and some poor kid is calling 911.”

his lips twitched into a faint smile despite himself. she always had a way of brushing off her own troubles, a quality he both admired and worried over.

he stepped closer, his gaze scanning her vitals and the chart at the foot of her bed. “you could’ve broken something. you’re lucky it wasn’t worse.”

“i’m fine,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, though her tone softened. “but i know that look. don’t start fretting over me, dr. wilson. i’ve already got one son who does enough of that.”

he blinked, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards despite himself. “you have a son?”

she arched a brow at his shocked reaction. “you sound surprised.”

“i just didn’t know you had a son,” he admitted, pulling up a chair and sitting beside the bed. “you’ve never mentioned him.”

“well, he’s busy,” she replied, settling back against the pillows. “an attorney—always buried under a mountain of cases. but when i faint in the middle of the street, apparently that’s enough to pry him out of his office.”

“an attorney,” wilson repeated, his tone thoughtful. “that explains it. will he be here soon?"

“oh, he’s on his way,” she assured him. “you’ll see for yourself soon enough. he’s a good man, my thomas. works too hard for his own good, but he always shows up when it matters.”

before he could respond, the door creaked open. his gaze shifted, and the figure that stepped into the room made his breath hitch unexpectedly.

the man was tall, his dark brown hair neatly styled, though a few strands fell against his forehead, softening the otherwise structured angles of his face. a pair of black-rimmed glasses framed his dark eyes, their sharpness softened by an undeniable warmth as they settled on ms. bennett.

his outfit was sharp yet relaxed—black dress pants paired with a crisp white collared shirt, a black tie knotted neatly at his throat. over it all, he wore a rich brown coat, its long lines giving him an air of effortless sophistication.

“mom,” the deep voice carried a blend of relief and worry as its owner crossed the room in quick strides, his polished shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor.

her face lit up immediately, her expression transforming from tired to radiant. “thomas, you made it,” she said warmly, her voice threaded with equal parts affection and pride.

the chair beside her bed scraped slightly as the doctor shifted to make room, an awkward movement that echoed in the otherwise quiet room. he glanced between them, suddenly feeling like an intruder.

“of course i made it,” he replied, his voice gentler now as he reached for her hand. his fingers were long and sure, but his touch was careful, almost reverent. “are you okay? what did they say?”

she waved off the question with a roll of her eyes, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “they’re fussing over nothing, as always,” she replied lightly. then, with a small tilt of her head, she gestured toward the doctor still standing near the foot of the bed. “but this is the man you’ve got to thank—he’s been taking good care of me.”

he turned at her words, gaze sharp and direct as it settled on the figure in the white coat. his eyes were dark, framed by glasses that lent him a polished air, and they carried an intensity that seemed to pin wilson in place.

caught off guard, he blinked feeling the uncharacteristic warmth creeping into the tips of his ears. thomas extended his hand, his movements smooth and deliberate. "thomas bennett," the patient's son said, his tone steady, almost commanding.

for a moment, it was as if the room shrank, the space between them charged with something unspoken. he fumbled slightly before stepping forward to clasp the offered hand. "james wilson," he managed, introducing himself. his voice caught just enough to betray his nerves.

the handshake was firm, stronger than he anticipated and the contact left him feeling unsteady in a way he couldn't quite define.

"thank you for taking care of her," thomas said earnestly, his eyes steady as they held wilson's gaze. there was sincerity in his tone, layered beneath the gratitude that made the words linger longer than they should have.

he cleared his throat, shifting on his feet as his hand reflexively went to adjust his tie. "it's my job," he replied, the words coming out faster than intended.

before anyone could respond, ms bennett spoke up, a mischievous glint lighting her tired features. "oh, it's much more than that," she said with a knowing smile, her eyes darting between the two men. "he goes above and beyond for his patients."

wilson's lip twitched in an awkward, self conscious smile, his fingers dropping from his tie to rest at his side. "your mother is one of my favourite patients," he stated, his tone light.

"see?" she hummed, turning back to her son as if her point had been proven. "i told you he's the best."

a soft laugh escaped his lips, more nervous than amused and his gaze flickered back to the man across from him. the brief eye contact sent an unexpected flutter through him, a subtle shift in his usually composed demeanor. there was something about the man's presence, his calm assurance paired with an underlying warmth. it unsettled him in the strangest way.

thomas seemed unaware of his sudden discomfort. instead, he gave his mother's hand a gentle squeeze and settled into the chair beside her, his expression softening as he leaned closer to speak with her.

wilson took a half step back, his hands returning to his pockets. he felt like an observer now, standing at the periphery of something intimate. yet as he watched he couldn't help but notice the warmth in their interaction, the way they anchored each other in a way he rarely saw anymore.

the thought stirred something in him, something bittersweet and he forced himself to look away, his gaze wandering to the room's window. the pale winter light cast long shadows across the floor, the muted glow softening the clinical sterility of the space.

when he finally glanced back, his eyes were caught on thomas again. the man's brow furrowed slightly as he listened to his mother speak, his focus unwavering. wilson found himself studying the line of his jaw, the way the glasses framed his features, and the quiet intensity that seemed to radiate from him without effort.

it was a moment before he realized he'd been staring. with a faint shake of his head and a silent scoff to himself, he turned his attention back to his patient, clearing his throat once more. "if there's anything else you need, ms bennett, just let me know," he said, his voice steadier now, though the earlier awkwardness lingered faintly in his posture.

before she could answer, her son spoke up instead. "actually, i might have a few questions once things settle down," he said, leaning back slightly in the chair and fixing him with a thoughtful look.

the directness of his words caught wilson off guard, and he blinked, fumbling for a response. "oh, um of course," he stammered, adjusting his tie out of reflex. "i'd be happy to answer anything you need."

thomas's gaze didn't waver, his dark eyes studying wilson with a quiet intensity that made him feel strangely exposed. "thank you, doctor," he said after a beat. there was a faint curve to his lips, not quite a smile but something close to it.

his face warmed under the attention, and he suddenly became aware of how tightly he was gripping the edge of his clipboard. "right," he mumbled, forcing a nod as he stepped back toward the door. "well, um just let the nurses know if anything changes."

thomas inclined his head in acknowledgement, his expression calm and composed, while ms bennett watched the exchange with a subtle glint of amusement in her eyes.

he turned quickly, his hand fumbling with the door handle for a fraction of a second before he managed to pull it open. "take care," he added, his voice slightly higher than usual as he slipped out of the room.

once the door clicked shut behind him, he exhaled, pressing his back against the cool surface for a moment. his fingers brushed over the knot of his tie, straightening it even though it was already perfectly in place.

he shook his head, before pushing off the door and walking briskly down the hall. but even as he headed toward his next task, he couldn't shake the faint heat in his cheeks, or the way thomas's gaze had lingered just a second longer than necessary.

he strode down the hall, his footsteps quick and uneven as he tried to shake off the feeling he had. he rounded a corner near the diagnostics department when a familiar voice cut through the air.

"well, look who's got a spring in his step," house drawled, leaning casually against the wall, his cane tapping the floor in a lazy rhythm.

wilson groaned inwardly. "house, i don't have time for-"

"don't lie to me," he interrupted, his eyes narrowing with mock seriousness. "you're practically glowing. did you just get laid?"

"what? no!" he shot back, his voice a touch too high pitched.

"huh." he tilted his head. "not laid. so crushing on a new nurse? wait, don't tell me. it's that brunette from pediatrics with the dimples. i've seen her giving you the puppy dog eyes."

"it's not a nurse!" wilson snapped, his tone more defensive than he intended. he immediately regretted it when his friend's eyebrows shot up in curiosity.

"ooh, defensive," a grin spread across his face. "now i'm really intrigued." he stepped closer, his cane tapping the tile. "so if it's not a nurse, then.. another patient?"

wilson froze, his lips parting as if to protest, but nothing came out.

"wait, no. you wouldn't be blushing like that over just anyone." house's eyes widened theatrically. "oh my god it is a patient!"

"it's not!" wilson practically barked, his cheeks now fully red. "can you just drop it."

"drop it? you've clearly underestimated my dedication to pestering you," house replied, his expression turning mischievous. "besides, i'm narrowing it down. if it's not a nurse and it's not a patient, then.." he trailed off, scrutinizing wilson's face.

wilson groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

"you're sweating," he pointed out gleefully. "your voice is higher than usual, you're fidgeting like you just walked out of an awkward first date, and you were practically strutting down the hallway which brings me to my next question." house leaned in, his expression suddenly serious. "is it a man?"

his head snapped up, his eyes widening basically confirming the guess.

house blinked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "it is a man!"

wilson sighed, exasperated, before burying his face in his hands, muttering something inaudible before he said, "can we not do this here?"

"oh, no, we're absolutely doing this here. who is it? someone from the hospital? your barista? wait, did you just discover grindr?"

he didn't respond, instead, looking straight ahead, his lips pressed into a thin line. the silence was deafening, and that alone made house pause. "fine, keep your little secret. but just so you know, this is the worst idea you've ever had. and that's saying something, considering you once dated a woman who faked terminal cancer."

wilson rolled his eyes, turning as if to walk away, but house wasn't finished.

"but i knew it all along," he declared, his smirk returning. "you've always had the signs. your closet is way too neat. your ties are.. well honestly, they're a little too fabulous. oh, and don't even get me started on how you always swish when you walk. textbook strut."

he stopped in his tracks, pivoting sharply to glare at house. "you have no idea what you're talking about."

he gasped theatrically, clutching his chest. "you wound me, wilson. here i am, just trying to support your big gay awakening, and you're shutting me out."

groaning, wilson resumed walking, his strides deliberately quick.

"but really, who is it?" house called after him, limping in his wake. "it's not that annoying guy in accounting, is it? or that orderly who wears skinny jeans? because honestly you can do better. way better."

"goodbye, house." he clipped as he rounded the corner. a mix of annoyance and unease bubbled up in his chest, as the other's voice still echoed in his ears but he pushed it away, refocusing on the sharp, rhythmic sound of his own shoes on the linoleum.

he was used to house's intrusions, hell, he even expected them. but this time, it felt different. this time, he had gone too far.

it wasn't the teasing or the jokes, no it was the topic itself. he could mock wilson about his crushes or failed relationships all he wanted, but this?

for months now, he had been feeling unsettled. questioning, in a way that felt both liberating and terrifying. after his last marriage had collapsed, he found himself revisiting pieces of his past, looking at things through a different lens.

he'd dated women for as long as he could remember, had loved them, had married them. but something about thomas, the way his gaze made wilson feel, the intensity of it, the way his presence made his chest tighten in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time.

he couldn't deny it.

by five, the hospital was beginning to empty out. the steady hum of activity that had buzzed throughout the day was now waning, leaving a quiet that felt heavier, as if the walls themselves were breathing a sigh of relief.

he had finished most of his rounds, checked in on a few lingering patients, and tied up the last of his paperwork, he was ready to leave early for once, something he hadn't allowed himself in a while.

but as he passed by the oncology ward on his way out, his gaze lingered on the familiar room where ms. bennett had been that morning. the door was slightly ajar, and as he glanced in, he saw her sitting in the bed, looking serene, but alone. he glanced around the room until he spotted the brown suit jacket draped over the chair, and a briefcase propped against it.

wilson’s stomach tightened, but he pushed the feeling away, adjusting his tie automatically as he walked toward the door and gave it a gentle knock before entering.

“dr. wilson,” ms. bennett greeted him warmly, her face lighting up as she saw him. “you’ve come to check on me again?”

wilson smiled, trying to keep his tone casual. “i was just passing by. thought i’d make sure you were okay before heading out for the evening.”

ms. bennett waved a hand dismissively. “i’m fine, just a little tired. my son’s getting himself something to eat.” she paused, glancing at the coat on the chair and then back at him. “he’s been working nonstop, poor thing. he doesn’t know how to take care of himself.”

wilson glanced at the coat again, his heart rate picking up slightly, but he forced himself to look back at ms. bennett. “i’m sure he’s just worried about you.”

“oh, he’s always worried about me,” she said with a fond laugh. “but he’s too stubborn to admit it. works himself half to death, then comes straight here without even thinking about himself. he’s a good boy, though. always has been.”

wilson nodded, the corners of his mouth pulling into a small smile. “he seems like a good son.”

“he is,” she said, leaning back against her pillows. her eyes sparkled with the same mischievous twinkle he’d seen earlier that day. “and you know, i still think you two would get along. you should sit down with him sometime. talk. get to know him.”

wilson’s stomach tightened, and he adjusted his tie out of habit. “ms. bennett, i don’t think—”

“oh, don’t be shy,” she interrupted, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “he’s a bit reserved, but once you crack through that lawyer shell of his, he’s a real sweetheart. and you…” she paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as if studying him. “you could use someone like him. someone who’s steady. you work too much. you need balance.”

wilson chuckled nervously, his hand brushing the back of his neck. “i appreciate the concern, but i’m not really—”

“oh, don’t give me that,” she said, cutting him off again. “he’s single, you’re single… it just makes sense.”

wilson’s face grew warm, and he cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze. “i think i should let you rest, ms. bennett. sounds like your son will be back soon.”

she gave a dramatic sigh but smiled anyway. “fine, fine. i won’t push. but don’t be surprised if he starts asking about you. i may have mentioned how wonderful you are.”

wilson’s cheeks reddened even more, and he quickly nodded, stepping back toward the door. “have a good evening, ms. bennett.”

as he left the room, he felt like he could finally breathe again, but the weight of her words lingered. the way she spoke about her son—and the way thomas had looked at him earlier—it was stirring something he hadn’t quite worked out yet. he wasn’t ready to think about it, not fully. not here.

he walked aimlessly for a while, his mind too scattered to focus on anything. but eventually, he found himself in the cafeteria, the familiar smell of coffee and warm food pulling him back to reality. he scanned the room out of habit, and that’s when he saw him.

thomas was sitting at a table near the far wall, his hair mussed as if he ran his hand through it more than once. the crisp, white collar shirt was no longer perfectly pressed. the top button was undone, the tie loosened and hanging just slightly crooked. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his forearms.

his broad shoulders seemed even more defined in the softer light of the cafeteria, his posture relaxed but heavy, as though the weight of the day was pressing down on him.

wilson froze for a moment, there was something deeply human about seeing him like this, stripped of the polished, commanding presence he’d carried in the hospital room. now, he looked.. tired. his glasses caught the low light as he rubbed his temple with one hand, the other loosely cradling a cup of coffee.

a salad sat untouched in front of him, and his gaze was fixed somewhere far beyond the walls of the hospital. the faint slump of his shoulders, the absent way his thumb traced the rim of the coffee cup.

it was a vulnerability that hit wilson in a way he hadn’t expected. and those forearms.. strong, grounded, yet somehow tender in the way his hands rested against the table—wilson felt his breath catch before he could stop it.

he swallowed hard, dragging his eyes away for a second as heat crept up his neck. this was ridiculous. he was a professional, a grown man, and yet here he was, standing in the doorway of the cafeteria, flustered over another man sitting by himself.

gathering himself, he adjusted his tie, always his go-to nervous habit, and forced his feet to move forward.

with each step closer, his pulse seemed to quicken, though he tried to steady his breathing. by the time he reached the table, he felt almost lightheaded, but he managed to keep his voice calm, even if it was just barely.

he reached thomas’s side, his shoes clicking softly on the tile floor. he looked up, his eyes dark and tired, but there was something comforting about them. something familiar.

wilson opened his mouth, but for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say.

“is everything okay?” he wondered, his voice quieter than he’d intended. he wasn’t sure if it was the right question, but it was all he could think to ask.

he shrugged slightly in response, setting his coffee down and leaning back in his chair. “just been a long day,” he said, his voice softer than before. “didn’t expect to end up here.”

wilson nodded, taking a step closer. he hesitated, unsure if he should sit down, but then he did, pulling a chair out and sitting across from him. it felt.. easier than he had expected. not as awkward, not as forced as he had anticipated.

“i should probably apologize,” thomas said after a beat, the faintest flicker of humor lightening his tired expression.

wilson blinked, thrown off. “apologize? for what?”

thomas let out a low chuckle, the sound deep and unguarded. “for my mom. she’s… persistent. i’m guessing she’s been going on about me all day?”

wilson felt a nervous laugh bubbling up, his cheeks warming. “she… may have mentioned you once or twice.”

“figured as much,” thomas said, shaking his head, amusement dancing across his features. “she’s been blabbering about you non-stop since this morning. dr wilson this, dr wilson that. i thought she was going to start handing out business cards with your name on them.”

wilson’s laugh escaped, soft and self-conscious. “she’s just… very passionate.”

“that’s one way to put it,” thomas replied, leaning back in his chair with an easy grace that made wilson feel slightly off-balance. “she’s always trying to set people up. neighbors, the guy who fixes her sink, her dentist once. guess you’re the latest victim.”

his laugh came easier this time, the tension in his chest loosening just a little. “well, she definitely has… a talent for it.”

thomas smirked, folding his arms across his chest. “she’s just determined to make sure i don’t die alone, i think. pretty sure she assumes i’ll spend the rest of my life buried in work otherwise.”

wilson glanced down at the table, his smile fading slightly. “she cares about you. that much is obvious.”

his expression softened, and for a moment, he seemed to weigh his next words carefully. “yeah. she does. she just… doesn’t know when to quit sometimes.”

he looked back up at him, meeting his gaze. “it’s not a bad thing. it’s… nice, actually.”

“nice?” thomas raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. “she’s practically playing cupid, and you think it’s nice?”

he shrugged in return, his cheeks reddening slightly. “well… I don’t think she means any harm.”

“she doesn’t,” he agreed, his voice quieter now. “but still… sorry if she made things awkward.”

wilson smiled faintly, shaking his head. “it’s fine. really.”

for a moment, they sat there in silence, the hum of the cafeteria around them fading into the background. he felt the weight of the other's gaze on him, steady and unflinching, and it made his pulse quicken in a way he hadn’t expected.

thomas smiled, his gaze steady as he lifted his coffee cup. “but you know, she’s always had a knack for knowing my type.”

wilson froze, his hand hovering awkwardly mid-air before dropping to his side. “your… type?” he echoed, his voice cracking slightly.

“mmhm,” thomas murmured, taking a slow sip of his coffee. his eyes never left wilson’s, watching the way his expression shifted—wide-eyed, panicked, and undeniably flustered.

he cleared his throat, his tie suddenly feeling much too tight. “and, uh… what’s your type?” he asked, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

thomas leaned back slightly in his chair, a faint, teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “doctors,” he said simply, his tone casual, though there was a deliberate weight to the word.

wilson’s breath hitched, his cheeks burning as he scrambled for something—anything—to say. “oh. well, um… that’s, uh… specific,” he managed, his voice pitching higher than usual.

"guess i like people who know how to take care of others,” thomas replied, his gaze dropping briefly to his coffee before sliding back up to him. “or maybe it’s just the lab coats.”

wilson laughed nervously, the sound awkward and abrupt. “lab coats?”

thomas smirked, shrugging lightly. “they do something for me.”

his mind raced, his thoughts a chaotic jumble of confusion, flattery, and something dangerously close to intrigue. “well, uh… i should probably let you finish your dinner,” he stammered, taking a step back as if to escape the heat of his attention attention.

“if you’re sure,” he said, his tone light but tinged with amusement. “but i wouldn’t mind the company.”

wilson hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding, before mumbling a hurried goodbye and practically fleeing the cafeteria. he could still feel thomas’s eyes on him as he walked away, his pulse thundering in his ears.

as he rounded the corner into the hallway, his mind still spinning from the interaction, he nearly walked straight into house.

“woah, watch where you’re going,” house huffed, stepping back dramatically. his sharp blue eyes narrowed as he took in wilson’s flushed face and slightly disheveled appearance. “let me guess. the guy again?”

he froze, caught off guard by his bluntness. “what—what are you talking about?” he stammered, his voice too high to be convincing.

he smirked, leaning on his cane as he tilted his head. “oh, come on. you’ve got that same panicked, ‘i just made a fool of myself’ look from earlier. except now your tie’s crooked, your hair’s a mess, and you look like you just ran a marathon. definitely the guy again.”

wilson opened his mouth to argue but realized there was no point. this was house—he saw everything and always pushed until he got the truth.

with a heavy sigh, he leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair. “fine. yes, it’s him,” he admitted quietly.

his friend's grin widened. “i knew it. so what’s the problem? he’s not into neurotic oncologists with great hair?”

“house, this isn’t funny,” wilson snapped, though his tone lacked bite. “i just… i don’t know what i’m doing, okay? i’ve never—” he hesitated, the words catching in his throat.

“flirted with a man before?” he finished for him, raising an eyebrow.

he nodded reluctantly, his cheeks burning.

house tapped his cane against the floor thoughtfully, a mischievous glint in his eye. “well, it depends. who’s the guy and who’s the girl in this relationship?”

wilson blinked at him, his expression a mix of exasperation and confusion. “we’re both men, house,” he said slowly, as if explaining something to a child.

“sure, sure,” he waved off dismissively. “but every couple has a dynamic. one’s the alpha, the other’s the… well, you. so which are you?”

“what does that even mean?” wilson asked, his voice climbing an octave as his frustration grew.

“it means, are you the one bringing flowers and writing sappy poetry, or are you the one standing in the doorway looking broody and mysterious?” he wondered, smirking.

“neither!” wilson exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “this isn’t some rom-com. i don’t even know if he’s interested, and even if he is, i have no idea how to…” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely as if the answer might materialize out of thin air.

“flirt?” house supplied. “seduce him? sweep him off his feet and carry him into the sunset?”

“house,” wilson groaned, pressing his fingers to his temples.

“fine, fine,” he muttered, feigning seriousness. “step one: figure out if he’s into you. step two: stop being such a nervous wreck. step three: profit.”

“that’s not helpful,” he huffed.

house shrugged. “look, you’re overthinking this—big surprise. just be yourself. you’ve got the whole ‘sensitive and caring’ thing down. and if he doesn’t like that, well, there’s always grindr.”

wilson shot him a glare, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “thanks, house. really.”

“anytime,” he said with a mock salute. “now go on, lover boy. and for god’s sake, fix your tie. you look like a teenager after prom.”

as wilson walked away, his mind still buzzing with anxiety and his friend's unhelpful advice, he couldn’t help but feel a tiny sliver of hope. maybe, just maybe, he could figure this out.

the winter air was sharp, biting at his face as he left the hospital. house’s comments replayed in his head, equal parts irritating and oddly insightful. he sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. he’d never been good at this—relationships, figuring out what he wanted, or even admitting what he felt.

the drive home was quiet, his usual radio chatter replaced by the hum of his own thoughts. even the sanctuary of his apartment couldn’t distract him. he tried watching a movie, flipping through channels, but every scene felt hollow. his mind kept drifting, unbidden, back to him.

the way he spoke, confident but not overbearing. the slight smirk that seemed to tug at his lips, like he was always on the edge of teasing but knew exactly when to pull back. the way his dark eyes lingered just a moment too long. wilson shook his head, scrubbing a hand over his face.

he was overthinking. he was always overthinking.

the next day blurred by in a rush of appointments and paperwork, the hospital as chaotic as ever. he buried himself in his work, avoiding oncology like the plague—not because of ms. bennett or her son, he told himself, but because he was just too busy.

but as the clock ticked closer to 9 p.m., the hospital began to quiet. the steady hum of activity slowed, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows down the hallways. wilson finished his last notes and shrugged on his coat, ready to leave.

as he walked out of the hospital, the evening air greeted him with a sharp, cool bite, slipping through the folds of his coat and curling around his neck. he hunched his shoulders against the chill, his breath fogging faintly in the dim glow of the parking lot lights. it was quiet outside, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic.

he wasn’t in a hurry to leave. something about the night air felt grounding, a balm to the relentless buzz of the hospital. but as he rounded a corner near the courtyard, his steps faltered.

there, seated on a bench beneath a streetlamp, was the guy he had been avoiding all day. the faint glow illuminated him, casting long shadows that stretched across the pavement. thomas wore a thick black sweater that clung to his frame, paired with dark brown dress pants that gave him an effortlessly composed look. his laptop was balanced on his knees, its soft glow lighting up his focused expression, while a coffee cup sat beside him on the bench, steam curling lazily upward.

his heart stuttered, a small, involuntary jolt that left him standing there like a deer caught in headlights. he hadn’t expected to see him again so soon, let alone like this—calm, poised, and completely unaware of the effect he had on wilson.

his first instinct was to retreat, to turn back before thomas noticed him. but as if sensing the weight of his gaze, thomas looked up, his sharp eyes locking onto his.

recognition flickered in thomas’s expression, softening the lines of his face into a smile. “doctor,” he greeted, his voice smooth and warm, cutting through the chill of the night. “what are you doing out here?”

he hesitated, his thoughts scattering. “just… heading home,” he replied, his voice quieter than he intended. “needed some air.”

“seems we had the same idea,” he pulled wilson's attention. gesturing to the bench beside him. “care to join me?”

he hesitated again, his pulse quickening. “i don’t want to interrupt—”

“you’re not interrupting,” thomas said firmly, closing his laptop and setting it aside. “sit. unless you’ve got somewhere pressing to be?”

the casual confidence in thomas’s tone made his feet move before his brain could catch up. he crossed the short distance to the bench, his hands jammed into his coat pockets as if that would steady him. he lowered himself onto the bench, the wood cold even through his coat.

“you’ve been keeping busy?” thomas asked, taking a sip of his coffee. the steam curled around his face, softening his sharp features.

“always,” he replied, managing a weak chuckle.

“same,” thomas said with a faint sigh, leaning back against the bench. “mom’s finally resting, so i figured i’d catch up on work. though honestly, i’m mostly just procrastinating.”

he gave a small smile, his gaze darting to the other's hands, where his fingers wrapped around the coffee cup. “she’s lucky to have you here.”

“she reminds me every chance she gets,” thomas said, his lips quirking into a faint grin. “but i’d be lying if i said it wasn’t a little chaotic juggling everything.”

“it must be,” wilson murmured, his breath visible in the cool air.

a shiver ran through him, subtle but enough to make him shift in his seat, his shoulders hunching further against the cold.

thomas noticed. “you cold?” he asked, his tone light but laced with concern.

“a little,” he admitted, rubbing his hands together briefly before shoving them back into his pockets.

thomas’s gaze lingered for a moment, a flicker of something warm passing through his eyes. “sorry for dragging you here, then.”

“you didn’t drag me,” he said quickly, his words tumbling out too fast. “i mean, i wanted to…” he trailed off, his face warming despite the chill.

the other smirked smirked, the expression equal parts teasing and genuine. “you’re not used to this, are you?”

“used to what?” wilson asked, his voice betraying his nerves.

“someone being this direct,” thomas said, leaning forward slightly.

his stomach twisted, a mix of anxiety and something else, something more electric. “i… guess not,” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper.

“relax,” thomas said with a soft chuckle. “i’m not trying to put you on the spot.”

he gave a nervous laugh, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his coat. the silence that followed buzzed with an undercurrent of tension, the kind that made his skin prickle despite the cold.

“so,” he began after a beat, his tone dropping slightly, “what do you say to grabbing a drink sometime?”

wilson's heart leaped into his throat, eyes snapping up to meet his. “a—a drink?”

“you, me, somewhere warmer than this bench,” thomas said, his smirk widening. “what do you think?”

he blinked, his thoughts scrambling. “i… uh… are you sure?”

he chuckled again, his breath visible in the cool air. “i wouldn’t have asked if i wasn’t.”

“right, of course,” wilson rushed out, his words tumbling over each other. “i just… i mean, yeah. yeah, that sounds… nice.”

“good,” thomas hummed, standing and grabbing his laptop. the motion was smooth, deliberate, and wilson’s eyes involuntarily followed it. “then it’s settled. i’ll let you pick the place.”

“oh, i’m terrible at that,” he admitted, standing as well. his legs felt unsteady beneath him, as if the ground had shifted slightly.

“no pressure,” thomas said, shrugging on his jacket. “we’ll keep it simple.”

“simple’s good,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

thomas’s smile softened, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned to leave. “goodnight, doctor.”

“goodnight,” wilson replied, watching as he walked away, his figure silhouetted against the dim glow of the streetlights.

as wilson stood there, the chill of the evening nipping at his skin, he felt a strange warmth blooming in his chest. for the first time in what felt like ages, the ever-present weight of loneliness lifted, replaced by hope.

[comfort-questing]

for us, there is only the trying

for whumptober prompt 31, "setbacks."

this lives a few months after the last story in my ragbros and Mond hurt/comfort collection, after Diluc has had A Bad Time not too long ago.

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Diluc was ill.

It started, as these things usually did, with a dull headache in the morning, and a dry throat that did not abate even though he obediently drank the tea that Adelinde set at his elbow at regular intervals. Autumn was the season for colds and fevers, as he well knew from previous years, and from Elzer’s discussion of worker absences in the last few weeks. The Winery folk had been taking particular care not to expose him to a single sniffle this year, to his embarrassment. Maybe they had also had orders from the Deaconess, and the doctors of various locales and skill sets that had come and gone from the Winery ever since his close-call incident of last spring.

Nonetheless by midway through the day he had to admit that he’d gotten a cold from somewhere. The by-now-familiar joint pain had intensified and been joined by shivers, and it was becoming increasingly impossible to breathe through his nose, with the headache making it downright painful to try. He did his best to keep his mind on the papers that he was going through with Elzer and the Guildsman who came for teatime, but the tickle in his nose and the burning in his throat didn’t help. The food didn’t seem to have any taste in his dry mouth.

Elzer must have noticed his abstraction, because he whisked the papers away afterwards from the table with remarkable speed, when the door had barely shut behind the Guildsman. And then, as Diluc blinked dully against the light from the window to try to appease the headache, “Are you feeling well, sir? You look a little tired.”

“Yes. I’m… rather tired.”

He’d been lying down in the afternoons for an hour or so, most days, on the doctors’ suggestions, so as not to use up too much of his energy at once - and balancing that, on the doctors’ other suggestions, with a short walk around the Winery grounds each day to build his strength up. In the last few weeks he’d been able to manage a full slow circuit without getting short of breath, but today even thinking of making the attempt made the throbbing in his head intensify.

Elzer glanced at the gray sky outside the window, then remarked it did seem a good day for a nap; that might have been a solid moment to make an escape, if Diluc hadn’t sneezed then.

“Oh,” said Elzer, with an unreasonably knowing sort of expression, and stood up. “Yes, you should probably get some rest, sir.”

-

Diluc had picked his Winery folk for their efficiency, among other qualities, and their ability to organize with or without his direct orders in response to threats or arising situations. There were advantages and disadvantages to having such capable and well-ordered staff - he thought glumly, from the edge of his bed, as he surveyed the dressing gown and nightclothes Adelinde had set out for him, and heard the running of the water taps in the washroom next door.

His head ached less now that Adelinde had drawn the curtains, a small candelebra the only lamp in his room. He’d left as little space as possible on his nightstand for medicine bottles these last months so the new supply Hilie and Gerald had just brought up had had to go on the corner of his desk instead.

“The bath’s ready for you now, Master Diluc, and after that I think you’d best take your rest early,” Adelinde called, through the half-open door.

“Adelinde, it’s only a cold. I - ” he pinched the bridge of his nose to stop a sneeze - “am perfectly able to continue with my day’s work.”

He’d spent enough nights on the roofs of Mondstadt and the cliffsides, too, feeling this ill or more so. The thought of his carefully-folded red coat somewhere in the depths of his wardrobe was more of a pang than usual, at the moment, as he stared down the flannels spread out on the bed.

“The Deaconess told us quite clearly that your lungs are still weak, and a cold could go to your chest as easily as not,” Adelinde said. “You know that too, sir.”

He did know that. He’d had to listen to Barbara say the same thing, in fact, several times that autumn. He rubbed at his eyes and swallowed lightly, his throat raspy on the way down.

“There, the bath’s ready for you now. I’ll check on the tea downstairs.” Adelinde emerged from the washroom, her sleeves rolled up; she reached out and felt his forehead gently, then bent closer to listen to his breathing. Diluc blinked and tried to measure his breaths, but coughed anyway - perhaps from thinking about it too hard.

“No fever yet,” she said brightly, after a moment. “That’s good. Wash up and change, sir, and I’ll have the tea brought up, with a little something in it to help you sleep.”

-

The “little something” foreshortened the day most alarmingly, with a heavy sleep full of unhappy half-remembered dreams, with Diluc waking to the thread of fiery sunset light between the curtains and a feeling like gravel in his throat as he swallowed. He lay still and staring up for several long moments, trying to place himself, trying to breathe without setting off a cough by accident. He couldn’t lie abed now, he had work to do. He had been going to meet Vile tonight at the edge of the grounds, and trade business with her, and hear about the news of the war from Inazuma…

He rolled over, and stifled a groan at the pull of aching muscles and joints, shivering as the blanket slipped off his shoulders. He was freezing, which frightened him a bit; it didn’t feel quite the same as a fever, but disturbingly like to one. His throat and temples ached in shuddery waves.

He wasn’t aware he was crying until the tears began to haze and overflow his eyes, and he buried his face in the pillow, sneezing damply. This weakness felt far too familiar, and despairingly so. It’s just a cold, you’ll be fine in no time, he told himself, sternly; but before, he’d been fighting Treasure Hoarders and Fatui through enough minor illnesses and more so. Before, when his claymore had been light in his two hands, when he had been his own weapon and shield alike, with fire burning in his wake. Before - so long ago it seemed, almost like a dream, though it had only been a few months since his illness.

How had he become so horribly breakable…

Diluc slept again, or dozed anyway, and woke to voices: Adelinde, and was that Kaeya, of all people? His brother hadn’t been to the Winery for a week or so, what with the scramble of preparations for harvesttime. His eyelids were heavy, the scent of steam and herbs twining its way thinly through his stuffed-up nose; he lay still, half-awake, shapelessly limp under the blankets.

“…got word from Charles with the delivery wagon today…” Kaeya was saying, in a low voice.

“…nothing serious, we hope,” Adelinde was murmuring, then. “But he’s running a low fever now, and I don’t like the sound of his breathing. If you’d want to stay the night, Master Kaeya, and bring word to the Deaconess in the morning if need be…”

“Of course.” The end of the bed creaked, moving ever so slightly under Kaeya’s cautious weight. “Addie. You don’t think - ”

“No, dear. I hope not, anyway.”

A pause, and then a sigh from Kaeya. “They all say he’s getting better, but they have that funny look on their faces, and nobody promises anything.”

“I don’t think anyone can promise anything, Master Kaeya, when it comes to such things.”

“Yes, but - it seems that they could promise a little more.”

The bed shifted, and Kaeya’s hand ruffled back Diluc’s hair, cool and soothing against his headache-tense forehead.

Kaeya he tried to say, but his throat let out only a pained sort of sound, and he blinked his eyes open to candlelight and his brother by his side.

“There you are, ‘Luc. I was coming by, you know, and fancy finding you in such a state. And you haven’t even been bartending, which might excuse picking up something like this…”

Adelinde leaned down and set a bowl of steaming water on the nightstand, which was oddly vacant in preparation, all of his books and trinkets and even the knife inexplicably vanished. She vanished out of his sight and reappeared again with a mug of something and a spoon.

“Sit up and have something to drink, sir. It’ll help your throat.”

“No more sleeping draughts,” he managed to rasp out.

“No, nothing like that. Just honey and mint, and qingxin from over the border, that the Deaconess’s friend sent you.”

Kaeya helped him sit up, his arm and the pillows supporting Diluc equally, and steadied the mug in his hands as they shook with the sudden chill of the air. “Easy now.”

His throat did feel remarkably better after the first mouthful, and even more so after the second. The warmth of the tea helped banish the shivering somewhat, and Kaeya’s arm around him did more. He blew his nose on one of the mysteriously appearing handkerchiefs that had been slipped in along the side of his pillow, and coughed after, cringing at the explosion of pain in his throat that it caused.

“Thanks. That’s - better.”

“That’s the way of it.” Kaeya’s voice was warmly cheerful, the one he used for Klee, and for the junior Adventurers from the Guild. “Now if you don’t want to sleep again yet, you can stay sitting up, and I think there’s supper on the way?”

If it was soup, he thought he was going to cry again.

“Chicken skewers and mint salad,” Adelinde said, “just a little light food, sir, if you can manage it.”

He nodded, and blew his nose again.

-

Of course nobody let him out of bed for long that night, and he found, to his shame, that he didn’t really want to be; the shaky trip to and from the washroom before supper was enough for him, the downward gravity of the mattress calling him helplessly back afterwards. Kaeya stayed there, fussing about his room, sticking his nose into a number of places that Diluc would have scolded him for if he had had the voice for it, and eventually settling down with the third volume of some trashy-sounding Inazuman light novel. Not even wartime quite stopped the smuggling of ridiculous books, apparently.

Adelinde replaced the steaming bowl of herbal brew several times, its vapor easing his coughs, although he could barely smell it. He huddled into the bedcovers and listened to Kaeya’s occasional snorts of laughter and acerbic marginal comments.

Vile wouldn’t lose much sleep over his missing a meeting these days, Diluc had to admit as the appointed hour came and went. He hadn’t had very good luck sneaking out even under the best of times in the last months, and he was pretty sure Elzer had set a watch around the grounds each time he’d succeeded.

Sometime late in the darkness, as his eyes drifted open and closed, Kaeya came and pressed a kiss to the corner of his hairline, unless he had been dreaming already; and told him goodnight, brother.

-

Diluc woke in the morning with a truly ghastly hoarse throat, and unable to breathe through his nose, but at least when he sat up and gargled gently with the salt water Moco brought him he felt slightly more alive by the end of it. Adelinde had another hot bath for him, which helped too, and while she’d pointedly laid out fresh nightclothes and dressing gown for him on the bed she didn’t stop him from moving to the chair instead when he returned.

He took the day slowly by necessity - Kaeya sitting with him until midmorning and talking about the Liyue Qixing succession choices, and then Elzer appearing with a very basic outline of the autumn workload requirements and shipping plans to go over. By noon he was yawning as well as sneezing, his stuffy nose beginning to turn more liquid, and when Adelinde suggested a nap after lunch he acquiesed.

Despite sleeping most of the afternoon he still managed to sleep soundly enough at night - he suspected Adelinde’s tea had contained something to assist with that - and woke again with a slight cough and no more than the usual aches, his throat pain quickly chased away by breakfast.

Adelinde let him go downstairs that day, though she made sure he wore an extra sweater over his shirt, and two handkerchiefs in his pockets.

-

“I’m glad to see you back up and about,” Kaeya said, when he came by the Winery later that week. He had his own set of scratches and bruises to sport - he’d been helping Razor fight Rifthounds, of all unfortunate but necessary activities - but a genuine smile on his face, and he didn’t twitch back as Diluc drew him in for a quick hug.

“Yes. I’m not even sniffling anymore, and my cough’s gone away.” He put away the knife he’d been polishing, next to the stave he’d been exercising gently with earlier that day in the front courtyard. “I’m sorry for scaring you for nothing, after all that fuss.”

He expected Kaeya to laugh back, and deny that he had ever felt any sort of that way; but his brother only nodded.

“It was nothing because you rested and didn’t try to work through it and pretend you were fine like you usually do.” Kaeya leaned against the corner of the wall, fidgeting one hand along the carved rail.

“It was a minor illness. Don’t be silly.”

Kaeya’s visible eye narrowed. “There aren’t any minor illnesses for you anymore. Haven’t you been listening to Barbara and the others? You can’t afford setbacks; after this spring you haven’t any reserves to lose. And - ” His voice twisted for a moment, and his fingers stilled on the wooden carving. “And we want you, here, more than we want the paperwork done a day earlier; do you understand that, ‘Luc?”

He didn’t like hearing that note in Kaeya’s voice, that edge of fearfulness that he hadn’t recognized since childhood, back when Kaeya was confident to let himself be afraid without shame now and again. But he had had enough fear of his own, muddled between his long naps and nose-blowing and tea-sipping, in the last days. So he only nodded.

“I’ll do my best,” he said, and meant it. Then, because he couldn’t really help it at this point - “So what do you mean about Rifthounds in Wolvendom? Bring me up to date, Cavalry Captain.”

Kaeya smiled again, wide and real.

“Well, when you ask so politely…”

[containerhomeswiki]

How to Build a Container Home Step by Step in 2025

Container homes have become a groundbreaking trend in sustainable architecture, offering affordability, eco-friendliness, and versatility. In 2025, the process of building a container home has become even more streamlined, thanks to advanced materials and innovative designs. This comprehensive guide outlines every step to create your dream container home while ensuring compliance with modern standards.

Step 1: Planning and Design

Define Your Goals and Budget

Before starting, determine your purpose for the container home. Is it a permanent residence, a vacation property, or an investment rental? Establish a realistic budget, considering land acquisition, permits, materials, labor, and unforeseen costs.

Research Local Building Codes

Container homes must comply with local regulations, including zoning laws and building permits. Research thoroughly or consult a professional to avoid legal issues later.

Select the Right Design

Modern container homes range from minimalist single-container structures to luxurious multi-container designs. Collaborate with an architect experienced in container home construction to optimize space utilization and aesthetics.

Step 2: Choosing and Preparing Containers

Select High-Quality Containers

Opt for ISO-certified shipping containers to ensure structural integrity. Containers come in two standard sizes: 20 feet and 40 feet. Choose new or lightly used containers to avoid dealing with rust and damage.

Inspect and Clean the Containers

Thoroughly inspect the containers for dents, corrosion, or chemical residues. Once inspected, clean them using pressure washers and non-toxic cleaning solutions to eliminate contaminants.

Modify Containers for Your Design

Cut openings for windows, doors, and ventilation according to your design. Reinforce edges with steel beams to maintain structural strength during modifications.

Step 3: Securing the Foundation

Choose the Right Foundation

The type of foundation depends on your site conditions and budget. Common options include:

Concrete slab foundation for flat surfaces.

Pier foundation for uneven or sloped land.

Crawl space foundation for additional storage or ventilation.

Prepare the Site

Level the ground, remove debris, and compact the soil. Install drainage systems to prevent water pooling, which could compromise the foundation over time.

Step 4: Assembling the Structure

Position the Containers

Using cranes or heavy equipment, place the containers on the foundation as per your design. Align them carefully to ensure structural stability.

Weld and Secure Containers

Weld the containers together for a unified structure. Seal any gaps to improve insulation and prevent water leaks.

Install Structural Reinforcements

For multi-story container homes, add steel columns or beams to support the weight of the upper containers. Reinforce the roof if necessary for load-bearing purposes, such as solar panels or rooftop gardens.

Step 5: Insulation and Weatherproofing

Insulate for Comfort

Steel containers are excellent conductors of heat and cold, making insulation crucial. Popular options include:

Spray foam insulation for superior thermal performance.

Rigid foam panels for cost-effective solutions.

Natural materials like wool for eco-friendly insulation.

Weatherproof the Exterior

Apply anti-corrosion coatings to the steel surface. Seal joints with waterproof caulking to protect against moisture. Add cladding or siding for aesthetics and additional protection.

Step 6: Installing Utilities

Electrical Systems

Hire a licensed electrician to install wiring, outlets, and circuit breakers. Plan for energy-efficient systems, such as LED lighting and solar panels, to reduce your carbon footprint.

Plumbing Systems

Install water supply lines, drainage systems, and sewage connections. Consider using a tankless water heater or rainwater harvesting system for efficiency.

HVAC Systems

Choose compact and efficient heating, ventilation, and air conditioning systems to maintain comfort throughout the year.

Step 7: Interior Finishing

Walls, Floors, and Ceilings

Walls: Cover the interior with drywall, plywood, or reclaimed wood for a polished look.

Floors: Install durable flooring materials such as vinyl, laminate, or bamboo.

Ceilings: Use suspended ceilings to conceal wiring and ductwork while adding insulation.

Furniture and Fixtures

Optimize space with built-in furniture and multi-functional designs. Use modular kitchen units and compact bathroom fixtures for maximum efficiency.

Step 8: Exterior Enhancements

Landscaping

Enhance your container home’s surroundings with landscaping features such as pathways, gardens, and outdoor seating areas.

Decks and Patios

Extend your living space with a deck or patio. Use reclaimed wood or composite materials for sustainability.

Solar and Energy Systems

Install solar panels, wind turbines, or battery storage systems to power your home sustainably.

Step 9: Final Inspections and Permits

Conduct Professional Inspections

Before moving in, have professionals inspect the structure, electrical systems, plumbing, and overall safety. Address any deficiencies to ensure compliance with building codes.

Obtain Occupancy Permits

Submit all necessary documentation to local authorities and secure an occupancy permit to finalize the project.

Step 10: Maintenance and Upgrades

Regular Maintenance

Inspect your container home periodically for rust, leaks, or structural issues. Repaint and reseal the exterior as needed to maintain its durability.

Future Upgrades

Consider adding features like rainwater harvesting systems, additional solar panels, or a green roof to enhance sustainability.

Building a container home is an exciting and rewarding endeavor that combines functionality, sustainability, and modern design. By following these detailed steps, you can create a comfortable and eco-friendly living space tailored to your needs.

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[glassaround]

Casment window with fix part

An aluminum double-hung window with a fixed part is a versatile and modern window design that combines the functionality of a double-hung window (both sashes move vertically) with the simplicity of a fixed window (non-operable glass pane). This combination offers flexibility in ventilation, excellent natural light, and a sleek aesthetic.

Key Features

Double-Hung Window (Operable Part):

Vertical Operation: Both the upper and lower sashes can slide up or down.

Ventilation Control: Offers top-down, bottom-up, or combined airflow options.

Easy Cleaning: Many modern designs allow sashes to tilt inward for easy cleaning.

Fixed Part:

Non-Operable: Provides additional natural light without adding complexity.

Placement: Can be positioned beside, above, or below the double-hung window.

Design Variations

Side-by-Side Combination:

A double-hung window paired with a fixed pane on one or both sides.

Ideal for wider window openings.

Fixed Over Double-Hung:

A fixed window placed above the double-hung portion.

Common in taller windows or where transom-like designs are desired.

Double-Hung Over Fixed:

A fixed pane below the double-hung window.

Often used for spaces where lower visibility is less important (e.g., staircases).

Benefits

Enhanced Natural Light: The fixed part maximizes daylight entry.

Ventilation Options: Double-hung windows offer flexible airflow and user control.

Modern Aesthetic: Aluminum frames provide a sleek, clean look.

Durability: Aluminum is resistant to rust, warping, and weather damage, ensuring longevity.

Low Maintenance: Requires minimal upkeep compared to wood frames.

Material and Glass Options

Frame Materials:

Aluminum is lightweight, strong, and recyclable.

Available in various finishes, including powder-coated colors for customization.

Glass Options:

Insulated Glass: Enhances energy efficiency by reducing heat transfer.

Low-E Glass: Minimizes UV rays and heat gain while maintaining visibility.

Tinted or Frosted Glass: Adds privacy and style.

Considerations

Energy Efficiency: Aluminum frames can be less insulating than other materials; thermal breaks or insulated glass are recommended.

Customization: Size, color, and configuration can be tailored to suit architectural needs.

Ventilation Needs: Ensure the operable parts meet the desired airflow requirements.

[writing-whump]

Discovering closeness

Seline has a headache and doesn't want to say it. Cue some comfort and fluff from Isaiah.

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Seline didn't tell Isaiah about the headache.

They moved in together to be able to be there for each other. Now that the danger was heightened, now that they were seen as a pack and a threat. So they could check on each other, if someone was late or heal each other from deadly poisons.

Seline was pretty sure neither of those options involved whining about a little headcold.

She had a whole floor to herself. Just a small bedroom, but it came with her own bathroom and the distance the steps provided.

The boys shared the lower floor, each with their own room, one more bathroom, the kitchen and the living room. Isaiah found a very large place for the price they could afford together. His contacts weren't shabby at all. They didn't protest it. Instead, they each tried to bring something over to the new apartment.

Seline brought most of her furniture for the living room. Matthew didn't bring material stuff, but he fixed her bathroom and replaced the tubes under the sink and somehow got the dishwasher working. It was little things, but they were all trying.

The new routines were another thing. Matthew offered to get groceries, big shopping and little things if they texted him during the day. Seline opted for cleaning - she liked seeing the results of a nicely swept floor or unfattening the kitchen sink. It was meditative in its repetiveness.

Fortunately for all, Isaiah was a skiled and willing cook. He cooked for them all, waking up first for breakfast, preparing something big for dinner, since they ate out for lunch.

All in all, Seline had nothing to complain about. They were new at this, sure, and still figuring each other out. Maybe it was a little exhausting to be on your guard, so careful all the time to get along. But they were all doing their best and their best wasn't worst either.

But she probably expected too much too soon. The boys let her to her late mornings, so they didn't notice she was feeling off when leaving and she didn't feel quite as natural telling them.

And when they left, she tried to shrug it off. Just a bit of cold and a headache. She would just sit it out at home with some warm tea. Wolves that dealt with attacks, fights with their shadows and other serious injuries involving blood and broken bones that healed in a few hours or days wouldn't deal with a bit of a cold. It was ridiculous.

At midday she run out of milk. End of tea then, cause she wanted it her Earl grey milky and sweet.

The headache got worse and she only had last two tablets of painkillers. There was no way she was spending those. She never finished things she didn't have stokced for later. What if it got worse and she wouldn't have it?

Around lunch, her head was pounding her thoughts away. She stayed huddled in her pajamas and a bathrobe in the kitchen, glued to the window still, watching the sun. Somehow she couldn't muster up the energy to move.

Seline used to like the silence of an empty house. When the chaos of her brother, her father always talking out loud his thoughts and frantic mother finally left for work and school, she finally had some precious hours of peace and focus. Her classes were all over the place in the afternoon, which was perfect for her late sleeping and long way by train.

But now the peace felt disturbing. Mocking her in her loneliness. She could hardly call dad to get her painkillers or mom to hurry up from work. She could not whine to her wolf roomates just yet.

Neither earned that privilege from the other.

Seline felt hollow, stupid and spoiled for letting that affect her mood so much.

The keys rustled in the door.

Isaiah came in, graceful as always, already hanging his coat and suit jacket up. He stepped out of his polished shoes, went them over with a cleaner and packed them away. All quick and efficient before he even stepped down into the living room.

"Ah Seline, you are already home? What do you think about lasagna for dinner? If you are up to it, I'll text Matthew to-"

She sniffled.

Isaiah froze midsentence, backtracking to properly look at her perch on the window. Only now realising she didn't change since morning, didn't even change positions.

"Hey, Seline? Is something the matter?"

"No," she said, rubbing at her cheeks as the tears started for real.

Isaiah dropped his phone and hurried to her, hands hovering over her shoulders in hesitation. "Hey, hey, hey. Talk to me. What's wrong? You can tell me."

"It's just...it's nothing. It-it's stupid."

Isaiah pushed a lock of blonde hair out of her face. "It's not stupid if it's making you cry. Hey."

He was there, voice warm and soft and she couldn't resist the offer anymore. Her hands clenched on the front of his shirt as she cried. Isaiah didn't seem to need more permission either, because he swept her up in his arms at the contact, carrying her over to the couch.

Isaiah settled down with Seline in his lap. She buried her face in his chest, her nose full of his smell. It was bittersweet, like dark chocolate, blackberry and steel.

"Hey. You're burning up, you know that?" Isaiah asked, combing his fingers through her hair. His touch was attentive, tuned to her every sniffle and shake. But she held on to him still, hands tight around his shirt as she wetted it with her tears.

After a while, the shaking slowed and the tears ran out. Seline wasn't even sure of the reason anymore, but snuggled warm in Isaiah's arms, she felt safe, warm and protected. The hallowness in her chest filled up, warmth blooming around her ribcage instead.

"You are supposed to tell me, when you don't feel well," Isaiah chided against her hair.

Seline pulled away from his chest, supported by his arms to look at his face.

"Correction. You don't have to tell me. But I would love it if you would. This is what we moved together for, right?"

"It's just a headache. I'm just emotional today. Sorry."

Isaiah huffed in exasperation. "You are not feeling well. I don't care if it's a headache or a wolf biting your head off or a fly clashed against your eye. If I don't know, I can't help. And I would love to help."

A fly in her eye hardly seemed like a valid reason, but it made her smile.

And she could hardly tell him she wished he knew without him needing to tell him. That kind of closeness came with time, mindfulness and experience, specifically with each other. It couldn't be cheated or rushed over.

They wanted to be part of each other's lives. The way he held her felt like he didn't mind or even enjoyed being this close.

Seline tucked her head against his chest, taking deep breaths. Her head was still pounding, but the tears brought relief.

She closed her eyes, relishing the closeness as Isaiah's chest raised and fell beneath her ear.

---

@bellysoupset

[thehues-home]

Eco-Friendly Heat Control Window Curtains for Sustainable Homes

As the world moves toward greener living, sustainable home design has become increasingly popular. Homeowners are now exploring energy-efficient products to reduce their environmental impact, and heat control window curtains have emerged as a powerful tool in this quest. By choosing thermal curtains, thermal insulated blackout curtains, and curtains that keep out heat, homeowners can regulate indoor temperatures more efficiently, saving on energy costs while supporting eco-friendly living. Here’s a closer look at how these curtains help create sustainable, comfortable, and energy-efficient spaces.

Why Heat Control Window Curtains Matter in Sustainable Design

In a sustainable home, reducing reliance on artificial heating and cooling systems is a priority. Heat control window curtains are engineered to act as barriers to outdoor temperatures, keeping rooms cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. By reducing the need for air conditioning and heating, these curtains contribute to lower energy consumption — a fundamental aspect of eco-friendly home design. They help maintain a stable indoor environment that’s less affected by external temperature fluctuations, making your home more comfortable and environmentally conscious.

The Functionality of Thermal Curtains

Thermal curtains are crafted from multi-layered fabrics designed to offer exceptional insulation. These curtains often feature tightly woven or coated materials that block out sunlight and reduce heat transfer. When sunlight hits the windows, thermal curtains prevent heat from entering the room, thus lowering the indoor temperature. This ability to deflect heat is essential during hot summer months, helping to maintain a cooler, energy-efficient home without relying excessively on air conditioning.

During winter, thermal curtains work just as effectively in reverse. They help retain indoor heat, keeping the room warmer without cranking up the heater. This dual-purpose functionality makes thermal curtains an ideal choice for any season, offering year-round benefits for both the environment and your energy bills.

Thermal Insulated Blackout Curtains for Enhanced Efficiency

For homeowners seeking enhanced temperature regulation, thermal insulated blackout curtains offer a powerful solution. Not only do they block sunlight completely, creating a darkened environment perfect for bedrooms and media rooms, but they also provide superior insulation. The extra layers in blackout curtains help to form a thicker barrier against both heat and cold, making them especially effective for rooms with large windows that are exposed to direct sunlight or harsh winter winds.

These blackout curtains excel in retaining indoor warmth, particularly beneficial for cold regions where heating expenses can be substantial. By blocking out light and insulating against heat transfer, thermal blackout curtains strike a balance between energy efficiency and comfort, making them an eco-friendly choice for sustainable home design.

Insulated Curtains: Sustainable Comfort and Style

In addition to their functionality, insulated curtains come in various designs, colors, and materials, allowing homeowners to select styles that align with their home decor. Unlike standard curtains, insulated curtains feature thick linings and specially treated fabrics that offer robust insulation without compromising aesthetics. By selecting curtains that keep out heat with an insulating function, homeowners can create spaces that are both visually appealing and energy efficient.

Insulated curtains not only improve thermal control but also offer sound insulation, adding another layer of comfort. The denser fabric absorbs and reduces noise, making these curtains ideal for urban homes or busy areas where soundproofing is a concern. This blend of heat insulation and soundproofing makes insulated curtains a versatile option for creating a serene, energy-efficient living space.

Practical Tips for Choosing Eco-Friendly Thermal Curtains

When selecting thermal insulated blackout curtains or other heat control window coverings, here are a few considerations to ensure you’re maximizing their eco-friendly benefits:

Opt for Quality Materials: Look for curtains made from sustainable or natural fibers, such as organic cotton or bamboo. These materials are often less energy-intensive to produce and decompose more readily than synthetic fabrics.

Focus on Layers: Multi-layered curtains offer superior insulation. Choose curtains with built-in thermal or blackout linings for added energy efficiency.

Size Matters: Make sure the curtains fully cover your windows and extend a few inches beyond on all sides to prevent drafts and reduce heat exchange.

Color Choice: While darker colors are ideal for blocking light, lighter colors reflect more sunlight, which can help keep rooms cooler during the summer.

Eco-Friendly Brands: Support brands that prioritize eco-friendly manufacturing processes. Many companies now produce curtains that are certified sustainable, with lower environmental impact in terms of materials and production methods.

Benefits Beyond Temperature Control

Apart from reducing energy consumption, using eco-friendly curtains promotes a healthier living environment. Insulated and blackout curtains can reduce indoor allergens by limiting dust accumulation and blocking harmful UV rays, which may cause fabrics and furnishings to degrade over time. A sustainable approach to curtains also contributes to a more health-conscious home.

In addition, these curtains add a degree of privacy to the home, with blackout and thermal layers effectively blocking outside views, particularly useful for bedrooms or bathrooms. The thick layers also create a cozy atmosphere, adding warmth and style that complements eco-friendly, comfort-focused interiors.

Conclusion

Incorporating thermal curtains and heat control window curtains into your sustainable home is a simple yet impactful step toward reducing energy waste and minimizing environmental impact. Thermal insulated blackout curtains and curtains that keep out heat help regulate indoor temperatures, reduce heating and cooling needs, and provide sound insulation, all while enhancing the aesthetic appeal of your living spaces.

Investing in eco-friendly insulated curtains is a proactive choice for environmentally conscious homeowners, offering both style and sustainability. By making thoughtful decisions about window coverings, you can create a comfortable, energy-efficient home that reflects your commitment to a greener future.

[megamindslair]

Sit Still (Look Pretty), Part 1

Moving my fics to @megamindsecretlair

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some unresolved tension, mutual voyeurism, cursing, mentions of female and male parts, Nomad Steve x Black!reader. Nomad Steve x plus size reader. Part 1 of ? Not sure how long this will take to resolve. Age gap, reader is mid 20s, Nomad Steve is mid 30s.

Summary: AU where Steve was born in modern times but still received a serum in the Army to make him more efficient. He's moved in next door and has noticed you watching him. You and your mom have gone over to introduce yourselves.

Word Count: 1,857k

A/N: I've been reading a lot of age gap fics so decided to try my hand at another. Apologies if I miss any warnings or this is super corny. But this was fun. While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging to help writers!

Fuck, your neighbor was hot as hell. You sat on your window seat gawking at the tall, sexy neighbor as he picked up huge boxes and carried them in the house as if it weighed no more than feathers. 

Muscles rippled in a dark blue muscle shirt as he moved and bent over. And that ass. You bit your lip as the neighbor bent further down to lift a chair. Oh and those thighs. You sighed. The Lord took His time with this one. 

The man was at least six foot tall, dark blond hair and a full trimmed beard. He wore a pair of dark jeans and boots. All week, you had watched him go in and out of the newly bought house next door. He carried lots of boxes but none of them gave any clue to his story.

Was he married? Was he expecting? Surely someone that damn fine had a wife heavenly pregnant and ordering him about. You weren’t sure how he didn’t have eleven rugrats running around. There were no other movers and the neighbor had rented a small truck for his sofa and dressers. 

You also saw the neighborhood crones using any excuse in the book to talk to him and be nosy. If he thought someone that looked like him was going to move here without raising any alarms, he was sorely mistaken.

You gasped as he stopped to stretch, moving his body beyond his limit. You just wanted to lick him. Just once. You fanned yourself as you watched him. You imagined all kinds of filthy things when it came to him. 

You imagined him grabbing your fleshy thighs and shaking them before slapping them. You imagined him in between your legs coating that full beard with your juices. You imagined him breaking your back. Like, literally breaking your back. Because he could put you in the hospital and you’d say thank you.

He disappeared into the house. His curtains were thrown open so you could still watch him moving around the house. The downfall to stock houses was that they were lined up just so. The houses were nearly identical. Your bedroom window faced his bedroom window on the second floor. The angle you had was just enough to see his kitchen sink. It’d be possible to see his arms and hands as he washed. 

You spent plenty of nights this week just watching his hands work over his meager dishes. If he was married, she didn’t live with him. You never saw anyone coming or going from his place. He didn’t have a second car. 

Your mom called your name. “I’ve got this cake for the neighbor, let’s go introduce ourselves,” she called. 

You rolled your eyes. Yes, your mom was very much just as gossipy as the neighborhood crones. Everything you’ve heard of the neighbor was through her and probably had twisted from its original message. 

You weren’t dressed yet. You had made watching him your dirty hobby. But you couldn’t summon the energy to care. Sometimes, you got the eerie feeling as if he were watching you too. You had taken to keeping your curtains open and your light on. 

You never saw him look over here. The random times he was in his room and moving around, he never gave any indication that he knew you were looking. Still, you pranced around in your bra and panties every morning or before hanging with your friends as you decided what to wear.

Sometimes, you even faced the window as you decided between two shirts or two skirts. You pretended that he was picking your outfits, telling you what he likes seeing you in. That he would imagine ripping it off of your body all day and it would drive him crazy. Knowing you’d be capable of making him hard and uncomfortable all day turned you on so badly. 

You stood and did just that. You faced his bedroom window even though he was probably still on the first floor. You held up a red, frilly shirt and a light ocean blue plain shirt. You flipped back and forth, imagining what he’d like.

You put the shirts on your bed and then flipped between jeans and white shorts. You held up the red shirt and white shorts. If you were going to meet him, you might as well show him what you’re working with. You turned around and imagined him at the window, getting dressed for him. 

You bent low and shimmied into the white shorts as slow as you could. Then you slipped on the red babydoll tee. It made your breasts look good. Plus it was hot as sin outside. 

You ran down the stairs and sat on the steps as you slipped on your shoes. Your mom floated into the room holding a small box. “I went with chocolate,” your mom said. “Everybody likes chocolate and those who don’t are lying to get attention.”

You laughed as you shook your head. Your mom was gorgeous, with flowing locs and a great figure. She wore loose tan pants and a cream shirt. 

“Isn’t this a little Southern of us?” You asked. You lived in Suburbia with the white picket fences and neighbors who’d gone to high school together. It was capital boredom and should be labeled as a torture method.

“Best way to meet your neighbors. They associate you with good food and are less likely to be rude to you by throwing loud parties and orgies,” your mother said.

You snorted. Your mom never had a filter and would often say the first thing that comes to mind. Your dad hated it but you caught him smiling more than a few times. 

You trudged over the manicured lawn, over the small concrete divider, and onto his property. The door was closed. He was probably taking a break from moving things. Your mom rang the doorbell and you waited.

The door finally opened and you gasped silently. He was even more gorgeous in person. Fuck, it had to be illegal to carry those arms. They looked big enough to crush a coconut in one grip. His hands were large and his fingers were long, like a musician's fingers.

He smirked at you and your mother. Your mom stepped forward. “We wanted to introduce ourselves, we’re your neighbors on that side,” she said and pointed to your house. 

She told him your names and all about the chocolate cake, including her joke about people lying. He threw his head back as he laughed as if it were that funny.

“I’m Steve,” he said. He shook your mom’s hand and then moved to yours. His grip was firm but not crushing.  

You looked down at your combined hands, loving the way that your copper skin contrasted with his creamy skin. He held on a second too long before turning his attention to your mom who asked him a million questions.

“If I heard all of those, I’d say I moved here for work, not married, and I work for the military. Did I get it all?” He asked.

He had a bit of an accent. You guessed somewhere on the East Coast. Your mom giggled. You looked at her as if she grew a third head. She widened her eyes at you and then smiled back at Steve. She prattled on about her career, that fact that you were in college for your master’s, and that you were always available if he needed you. 

Since his attention was on your mom, you took the opportunity to study him up close. His blue eyes were sharp, giving one hundred percent of his focus on the person speaking. He had a prominent vein on the side of his neck and you imagined licking it. 

“Oh, I have to take this, excuse me,” your mom said. She answered her phone and stepped off of the porch. 

You turned to Steve who had his eyes trained on you. He barely blinked and did not look away. 

“So, military huh? That explains that,” you said. You waved at his figure and he laughed. It was deep and made you tingle.

“Thank you. I’m not active duty anymore, I’ve transitioned to the state side and do boring office work now. You home for the summer?” He asked.

“Yes, I am. Taking a break so no work, no homework, just time to decompress. Usually in the pool. This is one of the worst summers ever,” you said and fanned yourself.

Steve slowly perused your body. There was no mistaking that look in his eyes. He faintly smirked as he took in your outfit, your wide curves, your generous hips, and your thick thighs. 

He slowly dragged that gaze back up until he reached your face. “Make sure you stay cool, then. Dehydration is nothing to play with,” he said. 

Your mouth went dry under the intense heat of his gaze. You were aware. You were aware of him and aware of his focus. You bit your lips and his eyes zeroed in on it. His eyes narrowed.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You shifted your footing, trying to find some relief. The heat outside had nothing on his face. 

Your mom’s scuffling shoes took you out of the moment. He winked at you before your mom joined you. Though it was Saturday, her job needed her to come in and solve an emergency. She waved goodbye to Steve and told him not to be a stranger.

You waved bye, unable to speak at the moment. As you turned to leave, Steve grabbed your hand. He ran his fingers over your wrist as he leaned in.

“My favorite color is light blue. And you should get more of those garter things. They look divine on you,” he said. Gravel skated over ‘divine’ and you whimpered. You hoped he didn’t catch that. Your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes and his eyes narrowed again. 

Your heart thundered in your chest. He knew what you had been doing all along. Your skin heated for entirely different reasons as you thought of all the different lingerie combinations you tried on in front of the window. It somehow made it filthier that he was getting naughty glimpses of you. It made you horny all day thinking of wearing the lingerie and that he didn’t know it was for him. 

It had gotten so bad, that you didn’t care if your parents were home. You had to get off on thinking that he helped select the combos. And those were some of the best orgasms you ever gave yourself. 

“Yes, sir,” you whispered and licked your lips. He smiled and nodded his head as if he were dismissing you. As if he had any right to order you around. 

Yet you left the porch and nearly skipped across the lawn like he told you. Before getting in the house, you looked back. He stood on the porch, facing you, with his hands in his pockets. You smiled and went inside, thinking of how many blue outfits you owned.

[heatcure]

Why Must You Use Heat Protective Paint?

Heat protective paint is a special type of paint designed to reflect heat and keep surfaces cool. It’s gaining popularity across various industries because of its impressive ability to improve energy efficiency and extend the lifespan of buildings and equipment.

So, why must you use heat protective paint? “Heat protective paints protect surfaces from high temperatures, reducing thermal damage.“ They successfully lower interior temperatures, use less energy, and increase the longevity of structures and machinery.

[greenscapestllandscapingand]

Transform Your Living Space: Creative Tips to Elevate Your Home Inside and Out

Creating a home that is both beautiful and functional requires thoughtful planning and a touch of creativity. Whether you're aiming to enhance your home's interior or revamp your outdoor space, the key is to focus on the elements that bring harmony and balance to your living environment. By working with the best landscaping company and incorporating these creative tips, you can transform your living space inside and out, making your home a true reflection of your personal style.

1. Start with a Fresh Color Palette

One of the simplest yet most impactful ways to transform your home is by updating your color palette. For interiors, consider choosing colors that promote tranquility and comfort, such as soft blues, warm neutrals, or earthy greens. These hues can create a soothing atmosphere that makes your home feel more inviting.

For your exterior, a fresh coat of paint on your home's façade, shutters, or front door can instantly boost curb appeal. If you're looking to make a bold statement, consider contrasting colors that highlight your home's architectural features. A landscape contractor in St Louis can also help you select plantings that complement your color scheme, enhancing the overall aesthetic.

2. Enhance Your Outdoor Living Space

Your outdoor area is an extension of your home, and with the right enhancements, it can become a haven for relaxation and entertainment. Consider adding a deck or patio where you can enjoy al fresco dining or gather with friends and family. Incorporating comfortable outdoor furniture, like weather-resistant sofas and dining sets, can make your outdoor space feel like an additional living room.

Landscaping is another crucial aspect of elevating your outdoor area. Investing in professional landscaping in St Louis MO can turn your yard into a lush, green oasis. From carefully manicured lawns to stunning garden beds, a well-designed landscape can significantly enhance your property's beauty and value. For the best results, working with the best landscaping company in your area ensures that your vision is brought to life with expert precision.

3. Incorporate Smart Home Technology

Integrating smart home technology into your living space can elevate both the functionality and security of your home. Start with smart lighting systems that allow you to control the ambiance of your home with a simple voice command or a tap on your smartphone. Automated blinds, thermostats, and security systems can also add convenience while reducing energy consumption.

For your outdoor space, consider installing smart irrigation systems that ensure your garden is watered efficiently, or smart outdoor lighting that enhances security and highlights your landscape's best features. A professional landscape contractor St Louis can integrate these technologies seamlessly into your outdoor design.

4. Create a Seamless Indoor-Outdoor Flow

Blurring the lines between your indoor and outdoor spaces can make your home feel larger and more cohesive. Large windows or sliding glass doors that open onto your patio or garden can create a seamless transition between the two areas. Consider using similar materials and colors in both spaces to create a sense of continuity.

Adding features like outdoor kitchens, fire pits, or water features can further enhance the connection between your home’s interior and exterior. With the help of a landscape contractor St Louis, you can design an outdoor space that feels like a natural extension of your home.

5. Personalize with Unique Accents

Your home should be a reflection of your personality and style. Incorporate unique accents and decor pieces that speak to you, whether it’s a vintage chandelier in your dining room, a bold piece of artwork in your living room, or a collection of potted plants on your patio.

Outdoor spaces can also benefit from personal touches. Think of adding custom-built pergolas, intricate stone pathways, or even a cozy fire pit area where you can gather on cool evenings. The best landscaping company can help you select and install these features, ensuring they blend beautifully with your overall design.

6. Maintain Your Investment

Finally, maintaining your home’s interior and exterior is essential for preserving its beauty and functionality. Regular cleaning, painting touch-ups, and minor repairs can go a long way in keeping your home in top condition. For your landscape, routine maintenance, such as mowing, pruning, and fertilizing, is crucial.

Consider hiring a professional for tasks that require expertise, such as tree trimming or irrigation system repairs. For comprehensive landscape care, landscaping in St Louis MO offers a range of services to keep your outdoor space looking pristine year-round. To learn more about us and how we can assist with your landscaping needs, feel free to reach out.

By following these creative tips, you can elevate your living space, making your home a place where comfort, style, and functionality come together beautifully. Whether you're updating your interior or enhancing your outdoor area, the right approach will ensure your home is a true reflection of your lifestyle.

[boyakishantrinity]

Clasping the pieces together. Checking for wrinkles, the human stretched her neck. Scowling. Bandages wrapped around my neck as I opened the door for the third time.

"YOU FUCKING-"

Only to be shoved in the face with his phone. Spluttering, dropping it to the floor, I pulled my hair back as I walked out.

"So, good tip. Next time you tell me there's a fucking MEETING."

Catching up, glaring as she spoke over his opened mouth. Grabbing the bear by the neck, pulling him in to see her flickering red eyes. Did she-

"Give me at least ten minutes ESPECIALLY WHEN I'M DEALING WITH A FUCKING BANDIT KING."

Throwing him back, magic power curling up her arms as she twisted a piece of her neck. The small thing clicked, liquid metal curling out into a ring on her finger. Scowling, hand gripping not a fist. A bottle of whiskey appearing in her hand, nanomachines flying out of the ring, far too many to fit. Some kind of suit of armour, a cape and a mask grew over her.

Scoffing, a wolf insignia appearing over the front of the suit.

"... What-"

"Y'know when they sent out civilians in a raffle. I really didn't wanna go."

She was rambling. Pissed off, annoyed as she pulled the large man up. Lights flowed across her moving liquid body. Raw energy, like the matter itself were heating near a fire. But there was no heat.

"I just finished a load of shit."

Turning, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. A buzzing sensation, like standing before. Massive explosion, something. That could knock you off your feet, but something within me that made my heart's pound.

"And now I've got to fucking deal with this bandit fucker."

Cocking the shotgun as it appeared in her hand, eyes wide as she marched past. A plate opening, glowing as the air seemed to magnate. Float, fly up. Switches, buttons, all pressing, tossing the gun into the air, vanishing. A black cylinder appeared in her hand. Pulling it out, locking it in place. She took a seat.

"... Eleanor, what-"

"Black ops, I've been trained under black ops operations, high class shit for Earth affairs."

She'd begun talking, checking firearms, weapons, throwing each other as they flickered piece by piece into reality.

"... But humans technology-"

"If it wasn't obvious. This ain't tech Captain Ursa."

Red eyes looked up to him. Flickering with magic. Mask over her face, harsher. Sharper. Cutting, blunt. All accented as she stripped her voice of any of the personality. A professional voice. Metal floating with her face, allowing for movements and changes, but none of the identification that came with that.

"... What do you mean none of this-"

"Ok, so. Half is tech, but nothing you'll ever achieve."

Drawing swords, sheathing the weapons as she drew out a blue bottle. Clear, no precipitates, like dyed water.

"... Our technology-"

"Are you aware of the dimensions our reality is composed of?"

"... Like, space and time?"

"Yeah. And the fourth one?"

"..."

"Matter, energy, what else do you need?"

"... Water?"

"Eternius. Or, eternity. Infinity. It's not something we can properly comprehend as it's the stuff between energy, matter. If energy is the pure stuff that's not matter from something. Eternius is the stuff that's not matter or energy. In a word, it's void."

Then she stopped. Stopped talking. Stopped walking.

"Don't follow me."

Snapping her fingers. Liquid metal sludging, sliming the control. The airlock. I looked to my left. Her suit was still stuffed inside, I looked back.

"Wait-"

He faltered. It didn't matter what he said. Whatever human tech, it didn't last long without their tech. Size for efficiency, human suits could not last more than a 5:1 ratio of suit. In other words, something like forty minutes worth of space time. Even if her thin suit had breathing capabilities, the scanner showed no signs of any atmosphere. Except for what should be inside the suit.

And there, with a window that didn't alter anything. Stood Eleanor. Reloading a shotgun, laser field dropping and coated in mystical energy. Walking forward, magnetic fields resonating off of her as she jumps off the ledge. The door closed off, cocking the gun behind her. Firing, a pair of wings grew out her back. Radio flickering at his side. A voice coming out clear, like she stood on a planet's surface without her suit.

"This is a secret that will get you killed if you tell anyone. I'm under orders to silence any and all people who know this and can compromise our situation. Until then, you're to act like I've been kidnapped by pirates."

"... And how will I do that?"

Then the wings revealed themselves to him. Crushing against the ship, scraping along, like a massive ship has fallen out of it's drive. Striking along the side. Steam pulling out towards her mouth as she crackled over the radio.

"Tell anyone the truth, I will terminate both this ship and your crew with or without mercy."

Dropping to his knees, sirens blaring as he took it in.

"... I thought. We friends?"

"... Cute. I only truly care for a few people these days, everything else is just my standards, or a lie."

Slicing a door open, cameras glitching as a massive shape broke out of reality.

Do we continue?

Yes? Or No?

[lyncotek]

Introduction to Sun Control Window Films: Investing in Sun Control  window films has become popular for businesses and homes in the modern world, when energy efficiency and conservation are important If not bright light besides simply reducing and increasing indoor comfort, these films have many other benefits. In this section, we’ll explore how solar control window film can optimize your ROI and save you costs in the long run.

Understanding ROI in the Context of Sun Control Window Films Before getting too technical, it’s important to understand what the ROI is with solar control window film. The return on investment is measured by its ROI, or return on investment, relative to its cost. The ROI of window screens is determined by comparing the initial cost of purchasing and installing the film with the long-term savings and benefits.

Cost Analysis of Sun control window films

Initial Investment: Depending on the size of the windows, the type of film chosen, and labor costs, the initial cost of purchasing and installing sun control window film can vary and although the initial cost may provide some are disappointed, but it is important to catch up on these long-term investments.

Long-Term Savings: Energy performance is a key to fee savings for sun control window films over the long term. These films help lessen air conditioning fees, and decrease energy charges through lowering warmness loss inside the constructing.

Energy Efficiency and Cost Reduction: By blocking sun heat advantage, sunshades help keep temperatures cooler throughout the hot summer months. Over time, considerable strength financial savings might be carried out with the aid of reducing the need for air conditioning

Protection Against UV Rays and Its Financial Impact: Sun control window films keep dangerous UV rays out of a building similarly to reducing warmth. Over time, UV radiation can harm floors, furnishings, and other indoors components. These films assist furnishings closing longer and require fewer high priced replacements by means of protecting it from UV rays.

Preservation of Furniture and Flooring: It is essential to recognize the monetary blessings of preserving flooring and furniture. Sun manipulate window movies make contributions to preserving the visual enchantment and value of interior spaces by halting UV-brought on fading, warping, and degradation.

Enhanced Comfort and Productivity: Sun manage window movies now not most effective keep money but also improve indoor consolation and productivity. These movies make the indoors of homes extra cushy through controlling temperature and brightness, which improves attention and productivity.

Increased Property Value: Investing in sun control window films can extend the resale value of a property. Window films add both aesthetics and energy efficiency, which appeals to potential buyers and will make properties in the real estate market more attractive.

Factors Influencing ROI: Climate, building orientation, and the kind of film selected are a number of the variables that would affect the go back on funding of solar manipulate window films. The savings from lower cooling costs are in all likelihood extra in areas with hot summers and sturdy daylight.

Climate: Sun control window films are especially useful in phrases of energy savings and go back on investment in regions with high temperatures or lengthy hours of daylight.

Building Orientation: The performance of window movies also can be impacted via a building’s orientation and the course that its windows face. Sun manipulate coatings are specifically useful for homes with home windows dealing with west or south, as those directions may result in accelerated heat gain.

Type of Window Film: There are numerous forms of window films available, each with special traits and blessings. When choosing the great movie for a given software, factors including seen slight transmission, sun warmness rejection, and UV safety ought to be considered.

Choosing the Right Sun Control Window Film: Choosing the right sun control window film is important to maximize ROI. Things to remember are general business terms, cosmetic options, and financial constraints.

Installation Costs and Considerations: The long-term savings and benefits of using solar window panels should be considered, although the initial cost is an important factor

Maintenance and Durability: Over time, sunscreen window films will continue to save money because they are very durable and require little maintenance.

Conclusion: In conclusion, investing in sun control window film is a wise decision for those who want a high ROI and long-term savings. By reducing energy costs, protecting against UV damage and increasing comfort and performance, these films offer a far greater return on initial investment.

FAQs:

Are sun control window films suitable for all types of windows? Yes, sun control window films can be installed on most types of windows, including residential and commercial.

Do sun control window films affect visibility? No, modern window films are designed to provide heat and UV protection without compromising visibility.

How long do sun control window films last? With proper installation and maintenance, sun control window films can last for many years, typically between 10 to 20 years.

Can sun control window films be removed? Yes, sun control window films can be removed if necessary without causing damage to the underlying glass.

Do sun control window films require professional installation? While it’s possible to install window films yourself, professional installation is recommended to ensure optimal performance and longevity.

[your7oxygen]

5 Sustainable Interior Design Tips: Eco-Friendly Décor Ideas and Sustainable Materials

Sustainable interior design is about making mindful choices that reduce environmental impact while creating beautiful, functional spaces. Here are five tips to help you incorporate eco-friendly décor and sustainable materials into your home.

1. Choose Sustainable Materials

Opt for materials that are renewable, recycled, or upcycled. Bamboo, reclaimed wood, and recycled metal are excellent choices for flooring, furniture, and accents. These materials not only reduce waste but also add unique character to your space.

2. Incorporate Energy-Efficient Lighting

Switch to LED lighting and other energy-efficient options to reduce your carbon footprint. Natural lighting is another key element; use large windows, skylights, and reflective surfaces to maximize daylight and minimize the need for artificial lighting.

3. Use Eco-Friendly Paints and Finishes

Traditional paints can release harmful chemicals into your home. Instead, choose low-VOC (volatile organic compounds) or VOC-free paints and finishes. These options are better for your health and the environment, and they come in a variety of colors and finishes.

4. Opt for Natural Fabrics

When selecting textiles for curtains, upholstery, and bedding, choose natural fabrics like organic cotton, linen, and wool. These materials are biodegradable, often produced without harmful pesticides, and offer a luxurious feel that synthetic fabrics can't match.

5. Repurpose and Upcycle

Instead of buying new, consider repurposing or upcycling existing items. Old furniture can be given new life with a fresh coat of paint or reupholstering. This approach not only reduces waste but also adds a personal touch to your décor.