#corrugated iron sheet

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We were here once - The skatepark

Hobie Brown x GN!Reader

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Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3

2.2k words

Ah London. You ran away from that city a long time ago, but there are things you can't escape forever. Feelings, for one. So you come back, tracing the fading footsteps of your past, hoping to see the boy you left behind.

Warnings: general teenage angst, self indulging Im14andthisisdeep

“But it’s okay that you’re going.

You need to. And I want you to have everything.”

You wanted to believe you were mistaken. After all, you had been gone for a long time, the kind of time that blurs edges and rewrites maps in your head. But no matter how many turns you took, how hard you tried to remember, you couldn’t find it.

You were sure it was there. Between the Fish & Chips place and the launderette, yes, that had to be it.

There was only a warehouse now. Ugly and blocky, the kind of building made for forklifts and fluorescent lights, not for kids with scraped knees and too much time. At most, the stairs railings could still be skated on. It stood exactly where the skatepark should’ve been, like some architectural act of erasure. 

Your heart swelled with grief, or disbelief, or some explosive cocktail of both. You didn’t want to believe it, but what else could you believe? They’d paved over the place like it was nothing, built a coffin of corrugated metal right on top of all those memories.

It felt blasphemous. To bury a place like that under concrete and storage racks, as if the skatepark hadn’t been a church, a holy ground for the kids around. A sanctuary built of asphalt and splintered plywood and the smell of melting rubber. They covered it like a grave, face down, no headstone.

Anger prickled at the edges of your sadness. 

It only slightly eased at the sight of the graffitis splashed across the iron sheets. Layers on layers, some fresh, some sun-faded, some half-scrubbed away. Proof that not everyone had forgotten. You jumped over the pitiful attempt at a fence, easily trespassing to look at the art closer. It was colorful and lively on top of the rusting plates. Your fingers traced the outline of a large ‘S’ spelling spider or something, and you were close enough to almost smell the fumes of spray paint. Maybe it was just your memories catching up to you.

It reminded you of your own tags under the ramps, shaky lines sprayed in the shadows, hands trembling with cold or adrenaline, you were never sure which. You remembered crawling under there on rainy days, when the park was empty, the air thick with wet concrete. You had to step over the shaky metal armatures like webs, sitting in between them. You left your trace, your symbols, small claims staked in fluorescent blues and cracked black. You wanted to leave something behind. A reminder that you were here, too.

That summer, Hobie invited you to hang out at the park as well. The breeze was light with laughter and asphalt dust. It was different than when you went alone. It was the kind of evening that stretched and stretched, long past sunset, until time felt liquid and endless. The heat clung to everything; the rails, the ramps, the black-painted ground, like the whole world had been wrapped in sweat and sunshine.

You spent most of your time standing, the ground too hot to sit, pacing, watching him. Kind of ignoring his other friends, but it was okay. He wasn’t the same with you and with them anyway. You were briefly introduced to some of them, maybe Rob, and Riri, and a happy bunch you didn’t bother to get to know, not wanting to get attached to any more people.

You didn’t know how to skate, not really, and you were too proud to fall on your butt in front of Hobie. 

Hobie, of course, couldn’t stand that.

Once or twice, he shoved his board toward you. It was decorated with stickers and drawings, the edges were rugged and chewed up, taped back, held together by the power of sheer will and spite, and his voice almost made you want to try. “C’mon mate. Give it a try. Worst thing that can happen is you break something you don’t need. Like a tooth. Or your dignity.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Pass. I’d rather not bite the curb.”

“That’s quitter talk,” he grinned. “C’mon,” his syllable dragged, “I’ll even teach you how to bail properly. Y’know, roll out, land like a stuntman. Real graceful.”

“I’m not interested in dying gracefully,” you shot back. “I’d rather not die at all.”

“Coward.” He shook his head dramatically. “Next you’ll tell me you wear knee pads.”

“You’re literally wearing knee pads.”

“That’s different. I’m stylish.”

He gave the board another push toward you, the wheels rattling over the cracks, but you didn’t take the bait.

“I’ll pass,” you said. “I’d rather keep my teeth.”

He squinted at you like he was calculating something, then raised his finger dramatically, like the world’s dumbest philosopher about to unveil some universal truth.

“Okay, but what if… you got on board and I held your hands, like some cheesy romance montage?” He waggled his eyebrows. “We could fall in love or fall on our arses, fifty fifty odds.”

“You’re daft.” You chuckled.

“But you’re laughing, so you’re daft-adjacent.”

“Laughing at you.”

“That still counts!”

You tried to glare at him, but the laughter made it impossible. It was the kind of ridiculous, pointless jokes, the ones that weren’t even funny. It was just enjoying each other’s company. 

“Alright, alright,” he said, still grinning. “But seriously, you sure you don’t wanna try? Just once?”

“Nah.” You kicked a loose pebble across the pavement. “I just wanna watch you.” The words slipped out too easily, like a truth you forgot to keep locked up.

He stilled for a second, like maybe he heard the weight behind it, but if he did, he let it go.

And shit, he looked so cool out of uniform. Ripped-sleeve punk band tee, arms all awkward and too-long like a lot of teenage boys, but somehow it worked on him. You tried not to look too hard at the way the sun caught the sharp lines of his biceps, or the flash of skin peeking above his belts when his shirt rode up.

The way he moved though, that you couldn’t look away from. The way he carved smooth lines into the world like it was the easiest thing. You wanted to memorize it. To trap his motion in your brain, hold onto it like it might mean something later (it did) (it meant everything).

Your eyes followed him, the flicker of muscle under his skin, the way his arms floated almost gracefully as he balanced, the effortless way his wheels kissed the edges of ramps. He moved like gravity was more of a suggestion than a rule. Like he trusted the air to catch him if the ground didn’t.

And the worst part? It wasn’t even for show. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone. He was just in it, loving the rhythm of it, the challenge, the feeling of cutting through time and space like it belonged to him.

You swore in some other world, he found a way to fly.

And now, standing here, years later, you feel like the biggest idiot in the world. He never cared about looking stupid. Not once. You could’ve let him hold your hands, let him teach you how to wobble across the concrete. Could’ve made an excuse to fall straight into his arms and laugh about it after. He wouldn’t have judged you. He probably would’ve found it hilarious. You rested your forehead against the cold wall.

At some point, when the sun was too high for any kind of exercise, even in London, you both had crawled under the ramp for a break. He flopped down beside you, his head tilted back to look up at the underside of the ramp. Tags, shitty drawings, great drawings. Names, whispers, all the people there before you. 

He pointed a finger at one tag in particular, a messy, half-legible scrawl in dripping blue. “That one’s sick,” he said, tracing over the edges of the letters like they might spell something if you squinted hard enough. “Feels real, y’know? And I really like the style. See that curve there? The energy?”

Your heart swelled in your throat. It was yours. You knew that. But you didn’t say anything. Pride and embarrassment collided in your throat, making your words thick and heavy like tar. You wanted to claim it, to hear what he’d say if he knew, but you were scared, too. Scared he’d laugh, or think it was stupid. Scared to want his approval that badly.

“You think so?” was all you managed.

“Yeah. It’s got… I dunno. It’s just neat.” He grinned, and the glint off his lip ring caught the sun, a tiny spark you’ll never forget.

“Yeah, yeah. I think it’s… Cool. I guess.” You shrugged like you hadn’t been quietly living off that comment for the following years. Hell, you wouldn’t have kept up with the hobby if it wasn't for that one moment.

You wished you told him, now. It could’ve been one more thing you had in common, one more thing to bond over, alongside modding consoles and swapping burned CDs. 

There was this one time — maybe that same day, maybe another, memory made a mess of time — when the air caught wrong.

It wasn’t even a dramatic trick. It was merely a turn taken too sharp, a wheel clipping the edge of a crack, and suddenly Hobie was eating pavement, the sound of skin scraping concrete sharp enough to make you wince.

He grunted, hissed through his teeth, and before you could think, you were already kneeling beside him, half your bag spilled across the ground, your markers, your electronics, your tickets. Your hands shook as you unscrewed your water bottle, pouring too much too fast over his palms, water running pink where it hit raw skin.

Your heart was loud, louder than the train rumbling somewhere in the distance, all adrenaline and something else you didn’t have a name for yet.

“Shit—” he tried to hide his wince, “fuck, I’m gonna sue the wind. Proper betrayal.” 

You snorted despite yourself, but you saw the way his eyebrows pulled together, his breath catching around the edges. A lot of things you’ve forgotten, but not the look of pain in his eyes.

“Shut up. Stop moving.” You scolded him, voice trembling slightly, which made it a lot less intimidating than you hoped.

“Oi oi, don’t start panickin’.” He wiggled his fingers at you, water dripping from them onto his jeans. “I’ve had much worse — see that one?” He jerked his chin toward a scar along his forearm, grinning like it was a badge of honor. “Got that from a fight with a bin, believe it or not.”

You frowned, not at the story, but at the mental image of him bleeding any more than he already was.

“Hobie.” His name came out softer than you meant, and you weren’t even sure what you were asking for. Just needed him to stop, to sit still, to let you take care of him.

He didn’t say anything, but you swore for a moment, he couldn’t look you in the eyes, his gaze fleeting and nebulous, hovering somewhere near your hands, your knees, anywhere but your face.

You remembered the sun burning down the side of your face. The scuff of your shoes against the hot pavement. The distant sound of a train, calling for you, passing behind the fence. The way his smile shrank, softened, not gone, just quieter, like maybe this meant something to him too. How even then, you couldn’t fully enjoy the moment, knowing you had already decided to leave.

You tried to play it cool, but your hand stayed where it was, wrapped around his wrist. His hand stayed too, resting easy on your knee. Neither of you moved first.

You don’t remember how it ended. That part’s gone, eaten by the wispy statics filling the gaps in your memory. Maybe one of his friends shouted his name from across the park. Maybe you cracked a joke and stood up too fast. Maybe you both just got scared. You chose to imagine that you never let go, your silhouettes still holding each other, like nuclear shadows now tucked somewhere between a shelf and a cardboard box.

But tonight, the ramp was gone. The tags were gone. The whole skatepark was gone, and you were left standing in front of a warehouse, heart too full of ghosts, wondering how a place that once held so much could vanish without a trace. 

You pulled a marker from your pocket and pressed the tip to the wall, shaking it till ink flowed. First, just a moniker. A familiar claim, something simple. Muscle memory. You had gotten better over the years, left your nickname in cities that barely knew you, carved proof of your existence into brick and metal, under bridges and on top of buildings. But as you kept going, the words came faster, sentences spilling out like threats, like prayers, like something owed. A message to the pulsing center of Camden, to the past, to your inner child.

It was time to take London back in broad daylight.

You hated this city, but worse than hating it was the thought that it might forget you.

That he might’ve forgotten you.

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laminating corrugated iron sheets in my spare time

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鐵皮印象/iron sheet

鐵皮, 一體兩面的呈現出臺灣社會的多元價值觀, 外國旅客眼中的新鮮特色,卻是國人眼中的景觀殺手, 鄉村的鐵皮屋、城鎮的頂樓加蓋、騎樓的鐵捲門、外推陽台的搭建,「鐵皮」都是你我熟悉的主角, 導水的用途, 影響了造型；快速的滿足需求, 導致大量的擴張, 滲透日常, 儼然已成為文化的一部分. 

Iron sheet, it shows multiple perspectives of Taiwanese society, a new feature to foreign travelers, but an unpleasant mark to local citizens. From metal houses in counties, rooftop add-on in cities, rolling steel doors on pedestrian arcades, to balcony constructions, “iron sheets” are familiar to us. Its drainage function made its appearances; meeting the demands this fast leads to huge expansion into our daily, being a part of culture.

盛行因素/Popular Reason

氣候條件/Climate conditions 臺灣地處熱帶及亞熱帶氣候區之交界，夏季炎熱漫長多雨； 海島地形，四面環海導致冷空氣受到海洋調和， 冬季相較鄰近區域溫暖， 鐵皮特性反映臺灣氣候條件。 Taiwan is on the common border of tropical and subtropical region, with the long, hot, and rainy summer; cold air is balanced by the surrounding sea, by comparison, winter is warmer then neighboring countries. The characteristic of iron sheets is the reflection of Taiwan’s climatic condition. 結構疏水/Drainability 傳統多採木構與磚石建築，直至民國六、七十年代， 鋼筋混泥土技術盛行，平屋頂的特性無法有效排水。 Traditionally, woods and bricks are often being used on constructing, not until 60’s and 70’s did the skills of reinforced concrete become very common, but flat roofs are not able to drain the water effectively. 工法容易/Simple techniques 鐵皮局部修補容易；建築時間快速、組裝、生產便利， 儼然成為現代草根性的庶民建築風貌。 Iron sheets are easily to fix, quick constructing time, easy to build and produce, becamethe modern common construction style. 時代流行/Popular by times 二戰後施工技術不佳及傳統建築所需工匠難尋， 以致簡便的鐵皮屋暢行崛起， 民間順應以頂樓加蓋的形式增設空間。 After World War II, by the poor techniques and the difficulties of finding traditional architects, simple metal houses had risen suddenly, people used the form of “rooftop add-on” to expand their space.

設計元素/Design Elements

在設計上取用鐵皮屋的三個元素為特點─鋼骨結構、鐵皮浪板和鐵皮釘. 鋼骨結構簡化為方管用於大型家具；而花瓶則以圓管表現小件作品的細緻.

The 3 elements which based on metal sheet houses are steel structure, corrugated sheets and iron nails. Steel structure will be simplify as square tubes use in large-scale furniture; vases will be perform as circular pipes to show the refinement of small-scale works.

浪板形狀的選擇/Shape selection of Corrugated Sheets

採用鐵皮文化中，最貼近大眾的圓浪板。相對於需要工程製作的烤漆浪板，俗稱「鉛板」的小圓浪板作為主要發展形式，在坊間建材行或五���行即可輕鬆購得，被普遍應用在修補壁面、屋頂局部缺漏或者搭建簡易農舍與房屋。適用於不同用途，衍伸出繁多的種類，包含屋頂壁面角浪板、屋簷遮雨的採光板。

Use the most common “circular corrugated sheet” in the culture of metal sheets. With respect to the painted corrugated sheet that needed engineering production, using the so called “lead plate” which is the circular corrugated sheet as the main develop, it can be bought in any building materials store or hardware store, it is commonly be used in repairing the walls, parts of the roofs or building simple houses or barns. It can be used in different ways and derive to varieties of things, including the polycarbonate sheet used on the roof and lighting panels.

機能隨形生/Form Follows Function 浪板用於建築通常是作為結構與疏水的功能，而我們則思考同樣的造型，當他縮小不再是建材時，會變成什麼。我們發現鐵皮的凹槽平放時可用於置物，以此為基礎，加上大的弧度則發展成盤子；而彎成U字型時，底部的造型則可以積水，便發展成花器。

Corrugated sheets are mostly used as structural and draining of buildings. We are thinking what will happen if the same mold using are minified not as a material anymore. We found out that the notch of the metal sheet can be used for putting things, based on this, if we enlarge it can become a plate; when bending it into “U” shape, the mold beneath it can stand water then became a vase.

層次/Multi-level

鐵皮在搭建時因為材料的關係，會出現一片疊一片的景象。在屏風上我們用兩種間距的浪板，並讓前後分隔一點距離，做出交疊的感覺。前面的浪板也呈現出建材長度需求的特性，分成兩片疊起來。 Because of the materials, when the corrugated sheets were built, the sheets will overlap with each other. On the screen we use two different spaces of corrugated sheets, to make their distance further and become overlapped. The sheets in the front also showed the characteristic of the material’s length, split into two.

半圓拱屋頂/Arched roof

半圓拱屋頂→橢圓椅子，拱形屋頂也是常見於鐵皮建築工法的方式，可以將負載的重力導引轉換，承受更大的受力，相較平頂式屋頂；鐵皮屋使用的弧形鋼構，反倒成為一種沉穩且優美的力學表現。

Half Arched Roof→Oval Chair is also common in the buildings of corrugated sheets, compared to a flat top roof, it can transfer the loaded gravity and supported larger forces; the arc steel which is used in corrugated roof, it actually became a steadier and more beautiful mechanics.

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Taken!Series Part Four: Meth Mountain - Angel Reyes x Reader

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Taken!Series:

Part One: Mother - Tragedy strikes when Angel leaves you and Valeria alone for the evening.

Part Two: Bleeding Out - Angel returns home to discover what happened at the house.

Part Three: Touch & Go - Angel discovers where Valeria was taken.

It’s a clusterfuck.

Almost the worst-case scenario that Angel can think of because Meth Mountain, it’s a law unto itself. It’s a self-sustainable settlement, hosted and frequented by addicts and people on the fringes of society. It’s wild and unpredictable.

Bishop has managed to reach an accord with the local authorities. The police won't go up there but the M.C can, they won’t interfere with that so long as the M.C don’t bring trouble down the mountain. Nobody wants an infant on Meth Mountain, they all know it won’t end well.

The thought of Valeria being raised with a bunch of meth heads destroys Angel; he can’t imagine what Skye was thinking but then that’s the point isn’t it? Everything she has done up to this point has been impulsive, Skye doesn’t think ahead.

They split into two men teams, it’s easier to cover more ground that way, especially amongst the ramshackle dwellings. This early in the morning most of the addicts are out of it, too high to question why armed men in hoodies are slipping in and out of their dwellings.

Angel and EZ have just cleared their first assigned section when Angel hears the cries of his daughter. He would know that sound anywhere, it’s different this time though, rawer, more agonising. He knows every single one of the noises his child makes and this, this sounds anguished. It tears at him deep inside, clawing through his heart so the blood leaks out into his chest.

He looks to EZ, who tilts his head towards the next structure along. It’s barely more than a piece of corrugated iron with flowers painted on it and tarpaulin. EZ goes first, his gun peeking through the plastic sheeting that acts as a door, Angel follows up the rear, the sound of Valeria’s cries intensifying as he steps inside.

His gaze comes to rest upon the baby, his tiny daughter wrapped up in several bath towels, squared away in blue and white cardboard box that used to contain oranges. The diaper bag that Hank’s mom made has been left untouched alongside of it.

Angel lowers his weapon, tucking it into the waistband of his trousers before he steps into the mess, his boots crunching over the fast food wrappers. He reaches for Valeria, her face screwed up and red, tears leaking down her cheeks. Her nappy is heavy, and her tiny stomach rumbles loudly, he remembers you feeding Valeria before he left, he guesses she hasn’t eaten since then, almost six hours ago.

“Hey, hey.” He whispers as he clasps his daughter close, his lips brushing over her featherlight hair. “I got you, Daddy’s got you.”

He slings the diaper bag over his shoulder, before turning to face EZ. His brother indicates towards the bundle of clothes on the sofa. It takes him a second to realise it’s a person, slumped across the couch.

Skye…

She’s pale, her skin white with a blueish tinge, there’s a needle sticking out of her arm, a tourniquet tied just above it.

“She’s in rigour. She’s been dead for hours, looks like an OD. She probably put the needle in as soon as she got here.” EZ tells him, shaking his head before meeting Angel’s gaze. “What do you wanna do with her?”

Valeria’s already starting to settle, her sobs turning to whimpers as Angel sways gently, shushing her.

“Nothing.” He says, his palm smoothing over the baby’s back. “Let the natives have her.”

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Dead or Alive: Family

Dead or Alive: Sugar and Jake 

A/N: Someone asked if I was going to write about when Sugar told Jake she couldn’t have kids so here it is. It got away from me a bit…

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader 

Warning: Trigger Warning: Abortion, Fertility problems, Western themed violence. 

Word Count: 1200 ish

Summary: Some updates on Sugar and Jake after they leave the Dagger Gang.

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Frozen, you stare at the sheets before you. A smear of blood blemishes the otherwise snowy white bed linens. Another month and you were not pregnant. Blinking back tears, you pull out the sanitary belt from where you had tucked it in the back of the drawer before dressing for the day. Your time of the month was only a few days late and as much as you fought against it, as much as you tried to squash it down, you had hoped that this time it would be different. 

Angrily you began to strip the bottom sheet off the bed. You had just put fresh linens on yesterday. Now you had to spend an hour washing and ironing it all again. You dump the sheet in the wash bin on the porch and begin filling it up from the pump by the back door. 

Jake had been away last night. He had spent the evening on guard duty at the local jail cell. You shake your head ruefully at the change in circumstances. Move a few states east and Jake would be the prisoner that needed guarding and not the deputy holding the keys. 

You will never forget the day that the sheriff had arrived at your door. Jake had volunteered to ride in a posse a month earlier and had helped apprehend a man accused of murdering a gold miner a few towns over. You weren't sure of the details, you only know that Jake had saved the sheriff's life. 

When you answered the door the sheriff had held up wanted posters with Jake’s and your real names without saying anything. As you stared into eyes the uncommonly accurate likeness of your own poster you had felt your stomach drop to the floorboards. You tore your eyes away and gazed at the blue sky and the California mountains towering over the small farm you and Jake had built. The dirt road trampled into the dirt led to the idyllic little town you had settled beside. Everything you had ever wanted was right here and you had brushed aside a tear, sure that the jig was up.

You clutched at Jake’s hand as the sheriff spoke. “Before these came in I was planning on asking if you wanted one of these officially.” He had held up a shiny, sliver deputy’s badge to Jake. “I did some thinking and the offer still stands for Mr. Smith.” He used the fake name the two of you had been living under. “Or I’ll allow Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin and his wife one week to leave town, if that is your decision.”

He handed the badge to Jake. “If you want the job Mr Smith, I expect to see you tomorrow and I’ll read you in.” He passed you the posters. “If I do not see you tomorrow I will be back in a week to arrest the both of you.” With a final look that ensured that you and Jake understood his meaning, he tipped his hat and walked away.  

That was seven years ago now and the only thing that had changed was the sheriff was now talking about retiring and had been encouraging Jake to run for sheriff when he did. Your mind returns to the task at hand and you grab the soap and washboard and begin to scrub the stain on the corrugated washboard. Once the mark is as clean as you will get it you wring out the heavy sheet and hang it on the line. Maybe you won’t bother ironing it again. Jake won’t care and no one else would notice if your linens had wrinkles.

After milking the cow and collecting the eggs you head inside and start on breakfast. Jake should be home soon. You are just finishing breakfast when he canters up on the pinto horse he had taken to riding since retiring Jet. The old black gelding now spent his days teaching manners to weanling foals and napping in the shade. You turn to smile at Jake as he walks through the door but your lower lip begins to tremble when you see the look on his face.  He knows what the sheet hanging on the line means. 

Forcing an overly cheery greeting past your lips you turn back to the stove so you don’t have to see the disappointment in his eyes. “It’s scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast today.” You begin to plate the food, hoping that the familiar routine will calm your emotions.

Jake’s arms wrapping around you finally slows your movements and you lean back into his chest. “It’s never going to happen.” It is easier to speak the thought that has been sitting in your mind for years if you do not have to look him in the eye.

“You don’t know that.” His lips are soft as gently kisses your temple. “It might still happen.”

“No,” You sigh, finally ready to confess the secret you have been keeping from your husband. “It won’t.”

Turning in his arms you look up into his green eyes. “I was pregnant before.” You watch his eyes widen in shock but he doesn’t let you go, in fact he tightens his grip on your waist. “It was before us, I was barely 18.” You continue waiting for him to push you away.

“It was before the quickening, but it had recently been made illegal so a doctor wouldn’t do it.” You can’t read his expression and don’t know if you should continue but find that you are unable to stop. The secret has been eating at you for years. “I tried tansy, pennyroyal, gin, hot baths… but nothing would work, eventually the madam where I was working made it happen.” You brush a tear away and drop your gaze, unable to meet his eye anymore.

“There was an infection. A doctor did treat me for that, and he said I might never be able to get pregnant.” You watch Jake’s chest as he takes a deep breath and sighs it out before pulling you in for a hug. He gently cradles the back of your head as silent tears slip down your face. 

“So it will just be you and me then.” His chest rumbles under your ear at his words and you pull back to meet his eyes sniffing. 

“Are you ok with that?” You search his face as he smiles sadly down at you.

Jake gives a little shrug. “I can imagine my life without children.” He gently kisses your lips. “What I can’t imagine is a life without you, Sugar.”

“You would have been a great father.” You say thinking about seeing him interact with the local school children. 

“And you would have been a great mother.” You brush a tear away at his words but your heart feels lighter at his easy acceptance of your past. You no longer have to pretend that you are expecting to get pregnant. You no longer have to fake anticipation and hope that you have long given up on. 

“I guess it’s just the way it goes sometimes.” You are finally able to bring a small, sad smile to your lips. “Some things are not meant to be.”

[johntcarter70]

She's probably picturing Doug Ross' face. And dick.

You wouldn't have these problems if you went to Northwestern.

that would be difficult given that doug has slept with so many women his dick doesn't even have any recognisable features anymore.

I saw it once when he was taking a leak and it looked like somebody smashed a cucumber between two corrugated sheets of iron.

[dwellordream]

“By 1900, the domestic role of women was already beginning to reflect the long-term effects of social and technological changes that had been taking place since the Civil War. Most significantly, women’s marital and maternal roles were different from the ones that their grandmothers had experienced in 1850. Marriages themselves were not as permanent as they had been in the past. By 1900, the divorce rate had risen to one in twelve couples; by 1915 the rate was one in nine. Two-thirds of divorces were sought by women, a clear indication that a growing number of women were unwilling to accept unsatisfactory marriages and that, increasingly, they had the courage and the means to obtain their independence.

The proportion of women choosing never to marry at all had risen from 6 percent (where it had been throughout the 19th century) to 10 percent in the 1890s. Within this new group of women who never married were many educated professionals and others who felt that they could find satisfactory lives, work, and companionship without husbands and children. Among married white women of childbearing age, the birthrate had dropped 50 percent in the course of a century; it had gone from seven children for each woman in 1800 to three to four children in 1900. Among African-American women, the birth rate began to decline dramatically after 1900. By the 1920s about half of all married black women in northern cities were remaining childless, compared to only one-fourth of married white women. The birthrate of immigrant groups also decreased as they became more assimilated into American culture.

…As a rule, innovation happened more quickly in cities than in rural areas, and new technology was available to the well-to-do many years before it reached the homes of working people. Few of the new home utilities and labor-saving machines were ready for mass consumption before 1920. Between 1890 and 1920, for example, most American women were still washing household clothing and linen by hand in tubs with corrugated scrubbing boards. In a series of separate operations, each of which required fresh hot water, they boiled the clothes on the stove, rinsed them, blued the whites, and starched nearly everything except work clothes. Every item was wrung out through a hand-cranked roller mangle and hung to dry, outdoors or indoors, depending on the weather. The next day almost everything, including sheets, had to be ironed, using heavy flatirons that were heated on the stove and reheated as they cooled.

All but the wealthiest housewives did some laundry themselves, or assisted their domestic servants with the backbreaking labor. Any family who could afford it hired a laundress to come in by the day or take clothing to her own home to wash. By 1910, commercial steam laundries--staffed mostly by women workers--had become big business in cities and large towns, easing the chores of wash day for housewives. In later decades, automatic washing machines would return laundry to the home, making it, once again, the responsibility of the housewife.

…In 1900, nearly all American homes had cast-iron stoves, which had replaced fireplace cooking and heating in all but the most primitive houses. Stoves made cooking much easier and used fuel economically, and their temperature could be more or less controlled through the manipulation of a set of dampers. Many kitchen stoves had attached water-heating and storage reservoirs, which made dish washing and laundry easier than they had been in the days when all water had to be hauled and heated in kettles over the fire.

Most Americans used coal for heating and cooking, though families burned wood in parts of the country where trees were still abundant. Coal and wood smoke left a thin film of grime on furniture and windowsills and embedded itself in carpets and curtains, making housecleaning a repetitive and thankless task. Coal-fired furnaces and central heating systems, which burned more clearly than small stoves and had been available for decades, were still so expensive in the 1890s that they were found only in the urban homes of affluent people.

…Ironically, the opportunity to improve housekeeping with new sources of energy and new appliances would actually make housework more complex, multiplying some tasks while relieving the burdens of others. The presence in the home of hot running water meant washing and cleaning were easier, but also suggested the need to take more baths or to mop the floor more often. Washing machines made it possible to wash the same clothes more frequently than before. Easily regulated gas or electric ovens meant the housewife could attempt more elaborate cooking and baking than her mother had been able to produce in her day.

Despite its heavily advertised promises, the new domestic technology did not actually liberate women from housework. Rather, it served to intensify the personal importance of the home and the woman’s role in it by suggesting that her housework could be scientifically perfected. All the domestic experts and professional home economists promoted scientific housekeeping and the consumption of new appliances and energy sources. In magazines and books, on the lecture circuit, and in secondary schools, where domestic science became part of the required curriculum for girls, these authorities encouraged homemakers and potential homemakers to time their tasks, to break household jobs into segments, and to follow strict sanitary guidelines, especially in cleaning bathrooms and kitchens, potential sources of infectious disease.”

- Karen Manners Smith, “Women at Home.” in New Paths to Power: American Women, 1890-1920

[lisaplant4]

Reading Good Omens for the first time and am in literal tears with laughter:

"A lorry had shed its load all over the M6. According to its manifest the lorry had been filled with sheets of corrugated iron, although the two police patrolmen were having difficulty in accepting this. ‘So what I want to know is, where did all the fish come from?��� asked the sergeant. ‘I told you. They fell from the sky. One minute I’m driving along at sixty, next second, whap! a twelve-pound salmon smashes through the windscreen. So I pulls the wheel over, and I skidded on that,’ he pointed to the remains of a hammerhead shark under the lorry, ‘and ran into that.’ That was a thirty-foot-high heap of fish, of different shapes and sizes. ‘Have you been drinking, sir?’ asked the sergeant, less than hopefully. ‘’Course I haven’t been drinking, you great wazzock. You can see the fish, can’t you?’ On the top of the pile a rather large octopus waved a languid tentacle at them. The sergeant resisted the temptation to wave back. The police constable was leaning into the police car, talking on the radio. ‘… corrugated iron and fish, blocking off the southbound M6 about half a mile north of junction ten. We’re going to have to close off the whole southbound carriageway. Yeah.’ The rain redoubled. A small trout, which had miraculously survived the fall, gamely began to swim towards Birmingham."

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[rattlehead66]

haven't been on tumblr for years, haven't seen a point, haven't seen a point to much in a very long time, but there is something about the noises of being more inner city, hearing the rattle of the trams and the dinging of their bells, the general city noises.....that seem to kind of settle me. Even in this room with no window but only a mere non transparent skylight that lets in natural light but no sign of the outside world, making it feel kind of like a prison in a way and yet peaceful in another...when rain hits it it sounds like rain hitting a tin roof almost.....but this almost prison cell like room, the city noises I can hear but not see unless I sit out the front of the house, the little terrace only good for a washing line and the hot water heater, topped the barbed wire and rusting hastily bolted together sheets of corrugated iron as a fence, games like andy and leyley, class of 09, other stuff like that, this disconnect from the world around me grows, I shut myself out from the world a long time ago and yet I feel an ache for what could have been, the trajectory life could have taken, but now, now I think I am at peace with the disconnect, at peace with something that is simply existing until one day....I don't, gone without a trace, remembered by no one, forgotten by all, dust in the wind.....final absolute peace

[kley-blog]

This is pretty funny . . . but every word of it is true 😉.

Godsown . . . !!

AUSTRALIA AND AUSTRALIANS

"Australia is a very confusing place, taking up a large amount of the bottom half of the planet. It is recognisable from orbit because of many unusual features, including what at first looks like an enormous bite taken out of its southern edge; a wall of sheer cliffs which plunge into the girting sea.

Geologists assure us that this is simply an accident of geomorphology, but they still call it the "Great Australian Bight", proving that not only are they covering up a more frightening theory but they can't spell either.

The first of the confusing things about Australia is the status of the place. Where other landmasses and sovereign lands are classified as continent, island or country, Australia is considered all three.

Typically, it is unique in this.

The second confusing thing about Australia is the animals. They can be divided into three categories: Poisonous, Odd, and Sheep. It is true that of the 10 most poisonous arachnids on the planet, Australia has 9 of them. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that of the 9 most poisonous arachnids, Australia has all of them.

Any visitors should be careful to check inside boots (before putting them on), under toilet seats (before sitting down) and generally everywhere else.

A stick is very useful for this task.

The last confusing thing about Australia is the inhabitants.

A short history: Sometime around 40,000 years ago some people arrived in boats from the north. They ate all the available food, and a lot of them died.

The ones who survived learned respect for the balance of nature, man's proper place in the scheme of things, and spiders. They settled in and spent a lot of the intervening time making up strange stories. They also discovered a stick that kept coming back.

Then, around 200 years ago, Europeans arrived in boats from the north.

More accurately, European convicts were sent, with a few deranged people in charge. They tried to plant their crops in autumn (failing to take account of the reversal of the seasons), ate all their food, and a lot of them died.

About then the sheep arrived, and have been treasured ever since. It is interesting to note here that the Europeans always consider themselves vastly superior to any other race they encounter, since they can lie, cheat, steal and litigate (marks of a civilised culture they say), whereas all the Aboriginals can do is happily survive being left in the middle of a vast red-hot desert - equipped with a stick.

Eventually, the new lot of people stopped being Europeans on 'extended holiday' and became Australians. The changes are subtle, but deep, caused by the mind-stretching expanses of nothingness and eerie quiet, where a person can sit perfectly still and look deep inside themselves to the core of their essence, their reasons for being, and the necessity of checking inside their boots every morning for fatal surprises. They also picked up the most finely tuned sense of irony in the world, and the Aboriginal gift for making up stories. Be warned.

There is also the matter of the beaches. Australian beaches are simply the nicest and best in the world, although anyone actually venturing into the sea will have to contend with sharks, stinging jellyfish, stonefish (a fish which sits on the bottom of the sea, pretends to be a rock and has venomous barbs sticking out of its back that will kill just from the pain) and surfboarders. However, watching a beach sunset is worth the risk.

As a result of all this hardship, dirt, thirst and wombats, you would expect Australians to be a sour lot. Instead, they are genial, jolly, cheerful and always willing to share a kind word with a stranger. Faced with insurmountable odds and impossible problems, they smile disarmingly and look for a stick. Major engineering feats have been performed with sheets of corrugated iron, string and mud.

Alone of all the races on earth, they seem to be free from the 'Grass is greener on the other side of the fence' syndrome, and roundly proclaim that Australia is, in fact, the other side of that fence. They call the land "Oz" or "Godzone" (a verbal contraction of "God's Own Country"). The irritating thing about this is... they may be right.

TIPS TO SURVIVING AUSTRALIA

Don't ever put your hand down a hole for any reason - WHATSOEVER.

The beer is stronger than you think, regardless of how strong you think it is.

Always carry a stick.

Air-conditioning is imperative.

Do not attempt to use Australian slang unless you are a trained linguist and extremely good in a fist fight.

Wear thick socks.

Take good maps. Stopping to ask directions only works when there are people nearby.

If you leave the urban areas, carry several litres of water with you at all times, or you will die. And don't forget a stick.

Even in the most embellished stories told by Australians, there is always a core of truth that it is unwise to ignore.

HOW TO IDENTIFY AUSTRALIANS

They pronounce Melbourne as "Mel-bin".

They think it makes perfect sense to decorate highways with large fibreglass bananas, prawns and sheep.

They think "Woolloomooloo" is a perfectly reasonable name for a place, that "Wagga Wagga" can be abbreviated to "Wagga", but "Woy Woy" can't be called "Woy".

Their hamburgers will contain beetroot. Apparently it's a must-have.

How else do you get a stain on your shirt?

They don't think it's summer until the steering wheel is too hot to handle.

They believe that all train timetables are works of fiction.

And they all carry a stick.. 😊 🇦🇺

And snakes and crocs and big birds with claws 🤣"

–Douglas Adams

[auconstructguides]

Roof Repair Hornsby: What Every Homeowner Should Know About Protecting Their Property

Your roof is more than just a structural element—it’s the shield that protects your home from rain, wind, sun, and debris. In a suburb like Hornsby, where weather conditions range from summer heatwaves to seasonal storms, keeping your roof in top condition is critical. Ignoring small issues like cracked tiles or minor leaks can lead to costly damage down the line. That’s why reliable roof repair in Hornsby isn’t just a maintenance task—it’s a key part of responsible homeownership.

In this article, we explore the most common roof problems faced by Hornsby residents, what causes them, how to identify early warning signs, and why Roof Repair Hornsby – Robert Pridmore Roofing is a trusted name for fast, thorough, and honest service.

Why Roof Repairs Matter in Hornsby

Situated on Sydney’s Upper North Shore, Hornsby is surrounded by bushland, leafy suburbs, and older homes—many of which have tiled or metal roofing. These properties face challenges like:

Heavy rainfall during storms, causing rapid deterioration of old flashing or valleys

Falling tree branches from nearby gums, leading to cracked tiles or dented metal sheets

Blocked gutters and downpipes, which result in overflow and water penetration

UV exposure, breaking down sealants and roofing membranes over time

Poor ventilation, which can cause condensation damage in roof spaces

Timely repairs not only protect your home but also prevent minor problems from escalating into full roof replacements.

Common Roofing Issues in Residential Hornsby Homes

Understanding what to look for can help you act before a small issue becomes a major repair.

1. Leaking Roofs

A leak is one of the most urgent roofing concerns. Water may drip from the ceiling, stain your plasterboard, or cause mould on interior walls. Causes range from broken tiles to damaged flashing or improperly sealed skylights.

2. Cracked or Missing Tiles

Terracotta and concrete tiles can crack or shift with age. Even a single broken tile can allow water to seep through, damaging insulation and ceilings below.

3. Rusted Metal Roofs

Corrugated iron and Colorbond roofs last decades but still require periodic care. Rust typically forms at screw points, edges, or joins—especially in areas with poor drainage.

4. Sagging or Soft Spots

If your roof appears to dip or feels spongy when walked on, it may indicate rotted battens or structural issues caused by prolonged water exposure.

5. Blocked or Overflowing Gutters

Gutters that don’t drain properly can push water back under the roofline. This often leads to fascia and eave damage.

Many of these issues can be addressed with targeted repairs—provided they’re caught early. That’s where regular inspections from providers like Robert Pridmore Roofing for expert roof repair Hornsby come in.

Signs You May Need Roof Repairs

Here are the top indicators your roof needs professional attention:

Water stains on ceilings or walls

Gutter overflow during moderate rain

Visible tile displacement from the street

Moss or lichen growth on shaded areas

Peeling paint or bubbling on eaves

A sudden rise in your energy bills (linked to poor roof insulation)

If you're spotting these signs, don’t wait. Delaying roof repairs increases the risk of damage to ceilings, walls, and even electrical wiring.

The Process: What to Expect from a Professional Roof Repair

When you contact a reputable roofer in Hornsby, the process typically begins with a roof inspection. Companies like Robert Pridmore Roofing provide a clear, itemised report outlining:

The condition of your roof and any urgent repair areas

Suggested repairs or replacements for tiles, flashing, or ridge capping

Photographic evidence of the damage for your records or insurance

A clear quote with no hidden charges

A timeline for completion based on weather and job size

Their team often completes standard repairs—like tile replacement, flashing sealing, and gutter clearance—in one to two days, depending on the scope.

Why Work with a Local Specialist in Hornsby?

Local roofers understand the area’s climate, architecture, and regulations better than large, generalist providers. When you work with someone like Roof Repair Hornsby – Robert Pridmore Roofing, you benefit from:

Fast response during storm season

Familiarity with common roof designs in Hornsby

Local supplier relationships for faster material access

Ongoing support for future maintenance

They also offer transparency—no pushy upselling, no unnecessary replacements, just honest service built on over two decades of roofing experience.

Preventative Roof Maintenance: The Key to Longevity

While professional repairs are essential, many costly issues can be avoided with proactive care. Here are a few simple maintenance tips:

Clean your gutters every 3–6 months

Trim trees and large branches near your roofline

Inspect your roof after major storms

Get professional inspections every 2 years

Reseal flashing and ridge caps every 5–7 years

Replace cracked tiles immediately

For additional home maintenance insights, including seasonal checklists and storm readiness tips, browse articles on Tumblr’s home improvement blogs.

Insurance and Roofing Repairs: What You Need to Know

Homeowners’ insurance may cover roof repairs caused by unforeseen events like storms, falling trees, or fire. However, most policies do not cover general wear and tear or damage caused by negligence.

That’s why timely action is critical. An insurance claim can be denied if the provider believes the damage resulted from long-term neglect. Roofing specialists such as Robert Pridmore Roofing for expert roof repair Hornsby can document the condition of your roof, perform repairs promptly, and help with reports required for claims.

Final Thoughts: Don't Wait Until the Ceiling Leaks

Your roof is one of your home's most important—and most overlooked—components. A small issue like a slipped tile or minor rust can quickly escalate into thousands of dollars in water damage. Being proactive about repairs not only protects your property but also gives you peace of mind.

For trusted advice, transparent pricing, and reliable workmanship, Roof Repair Hornsby – Robert Pridmore Roofing is the name local homeowners turn to when quality matters. Whether you're dealing with storm damage or general wear, acting early is always the smartest decision.

[hitechpipes0]

Color Roofing Sheets – Stylish, Strong, and Weather-Resistant Roofing for Every Need

Color Roofing Sheets have transformed the way India builds and protects its infrastructure. These sheets not only provide reliable shelter but also add aesthetic appeal to industrial, commercial, and residential structures. Engineered for strength and durability, color-coated roofing sheets are the perfect blend of functionality and design.

What Are Color Roofing Sheets?

Color roofing sheets are made from high-quality steel or aluminum, coated with protective layers of paint or polyester to enhance their lifespan and appearance. They are manufactured using cold-rolled galvanized steel or galvalume and are designed to withstand extreme weather conditions, corrosion, and wear over time.

Key Features of Color Roofing Sheets

✅ UV & Corrosion Resistant Coating

✅ Lightweight Yet High Strength

✅ Available in Multiple Colors & Profiles

✅ Energy-Efficient & Heat Reflective

✅ Low Maintenance and Long Life

✅ Quick Installation & Eco-Friendly

Applications of Color Roofing Sheets

Industrial Sheds & Warehouses

Strong roofing for factories, plants, and godowns.

Residential Buildings

Used in home extensions, garages, terraces, and rooftops.

Commercial Complexes

Ideal for shopping malls, showrooms, and office buildings.

Agricultural Infrastructure

Used in poultry farms, barns, cold storages, and greenhouses.

Institutional & Public Buildings

Schools, bus stops, railway stations, and more.

Types of Roofing Sheets Offered by Hi-Tech Pipes Limited

Galvanized Color Coated Sheets (GC Sheets)

PPGI Roofing Sheets (Pre-painted Galvanized Iron)

Profiled Sheets – Trapezoidal, Corrugated, Tile Profiles

Accessories like Ridge Sheets, Flashings, and Gutters

All our roofing sheets conform to IS standards and come with high UV-resistant coatings for longer performance.

Why Choose Hi-Tech Pipes for Color Roofing Sheets?

🛠 Advanced Roll-Forming and Coating Facilities

🎨 Wide Range of Colors, Textures, and Profiles

🏗 Used in Top Projects across India

📦 Available in Custom Lengths for Minimum Waste

📍 Delivered Pan-India with Reliable Logistics

Conclusion

Whether you're building a modern warehouse, a stylish home, or a robust agricultural shed, Color Roofing Sheets offer the ideal solution with their combination of strength, style, and sustainability. At Hi-Tech Pipes Limited, we manufacture premium-quality color-coated sheets that match both performance and aesthetics—making your roof a long-term investment.

🔗 Click Here to explore our full range of Color Roofing Sheets.

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Packing Standards at Stone House for Marble and Granite

At Stone House for Marble and Granite, we take pride in ensuring that every piece of natural stone we supply—whether marble, granite, or limestone—arrives at its destination in perfect condition. We firmly believe that the quality of packing is just as important as the quality of the stone itself. Our meticulous packing process reflects our commitment to delivering excellence to our clients worldwide.

Our Unique Approach to Packing

We understand the challenges associated with transporting natural stone and take every precaution to prevent breakage, scratches, or any form of damage. We invest in top-quality packing materials, such as durable wood and impact-resistant layers, ensuring your stone products reach you safely and without hassle.

Our philosophy is simple: “Packing is half the job.” Every shipment is carefully planned and executed to guarantee satisfaction.

Packing Details

Marble and Granite Slabs

Large marble and granite slabs are packed in fumigated wooden bundles/crates.

Slabs are compressed tightly in the bundles and separated with plastic sheets to avoid friction during transit.

Each bundle is fastened securely and nailed to the container floor to prevent shifting during transportation.

Cut-to-Size Tiles

Tiles are packed in fumigated wooden crates following international norms.

Soft paper strips are placed between tiles to prevent scratches.

A polythene sheet covers each crate for additional protection, and crates are tightened with iron or plastic strips.

Inside the container, crates are locked together to eliminate movement. more information about tiles packing: stoneegypt.com/tiles-packing

10 mm Modular Tiles

These tiles are first packed in Styrofoam or corrugated paper boxes, as per client instructions.

The boxes are then secured in fumigated wooden crates with iron or plastic strips for added stability.

For calibrated tiles, extra carton or Styrofoam boxes are used for enhanced protection.

Marble and Granite Blocks

Blocks are loaded using special cranes and placed on fumigated wooden rails inside the container to prevent movement. www.stoneegypt.com/marble-blocks-packing

Marking and Identification

Each crate or bundle is labeled with:

Material name

Sizes and quantities of slabs or tiles

Block number for traceability

"Made in Egypt" certification

Container Capacities and Weight Guidelines

To ensure safe transportation, we adhere to the following standards:

10 mm thick tiles: 800 m² per container

20 mm thick tiles/slabs: 500 m² per container

30 mm thick tiles/slabs: 285–310 m² per container

Approximate Weight per Thickness:

10 mm: 27 kg/m²

20 mm: 58 kg/m²

30 mm: 85 kg/m²

Blocks: 2700 kg/m³

Maximum Load Weight:

Europe: 27 metric tons per container

USA: 21 metric tons per container

Impact Protection and Quality Assurance

We go the extra mile to ensure your products arrive in pristine condition:

Impact-resistant materials such as foam and Thermocol are used to protect delicate edges.

Iron strips are added for additional strength.

Digital images of every container’s interior are taken after loading and shared with clients for transparency and satisfaction.

Customized Packing for Specialty Items

Whether it’s granite countertops, steps, risers, vanity tops, or cube stones, we follow your exact instructions to ensure a perfect fit for your needs.

At Stone House for Marble and Granite, our packing process reflects our dedication to quality, precision, and client satisfaction. Contact us today to learn more about our premium packing and shipping solutions!

[polyprojectss]

Polycarbonate Roofing Sheets manufacturers in hyderabad

 Polycarbonate roofing sheets have become the preferred choice for residential, commercial, and industrial roofing solutions due to their durability, transparency, and versatility. In Hyderabad, where construction demands innovative and long-lasting materials, Poly Projects stands out as one of the best Polycarbonate Roofing Sheets manufacturers in Hyderabad. With a commitment to quality and customer satisfaction, Poly Projects offers premium roofing solutions and an array of other products to meet diverse requirements.

Why Choose Polycarbonate Roofing Sheets in Hyderabad?

Hyderabad's dynamic construction landscape requires roofing solutions that are robust and efficient. Polycarbonate roofing sheets are:

Weather Resistant: Designed to withstand harsh sunlight, rain, and wind.

Energy Efficient: They allow natural light to pass through, reducing electricity consumption.

Long-Lasting: Highly durable and resistant to cracks or damage.

Customizable: Available in different sizes, colors, and thicknesses to meet specific project needs.

Poly Projects: The Top Polycarbonate Roofing Sheets Manufacturers in Hyderabad

At Poly Projects, we pride ourselves on being one of the top manufacturers of Polycarbonate Roofing Sheets in Hyderabad. Our products are crafted with precision and adhere to the highest quality standards.

Other Products by Poly Projects

In addition to being the leading Polycarbonate Roofing Sheets manufacturers in Hyderabad, Poly Projects offers a wide range of products to cater to diverse customer needs, including:

Tensile Fabric: Perfect for aesthetic and functional shade structures.

Sky Light Duct Covering: Provides natural lighting solutions for industrial and residential spaces.

Puff Sheets: Lightweight and energy-efficient for roofing and wall applications.

Car Parking Sheds: Sturdy and weather-resistant solutions for vehicle protection.

Galvanized Iron Color Coated Sheets: Durable and rust-resistant for roofing and cladding.

UPVC Sheets and Windows: High-performance options for modern construction projects.

Why Choose Poly Projects for Your Roofing Needs?

Poly Projects is synonymous with trust, quality, and innovation. Here’s why we are the best choice for Polycarbonate Roofing Sheets in Hyderabad:

Wide Product Range: From roofing sheets to car parking sheds, we cater to all construction needs.

Timely Delivery: Ensuring your projects stay on schedule with prompt delivery.

Eco-Friendly Solutions: Our products are designed to promote sustainability.

Experienced Team: With years of expertise, we understand the unique requirements of every project.

How to Select the Best Polycarbonate Roofing Sheets?

Choosing the right polycarbonate roofing sheets depends on:

Thickness: Thicker sheets offer better insulation and durability.

UV Protection: Ensure the sheets come with a UV coating for longevity.

Design: Select from transparent, translucent, or opaque options based on your lighting needs.

Application: Choose the type of sheet (corrugated, solid, or multiwall) based on the intended use.

Poly Projects provides expert guidance to help you make the right choice for your project.

When searching for the top Polycarbonate Roofing Sheets manufacturers in Hyderabad, look no further than Poly Projects. With a focus on quality, innovation, and customer satisfaction, we provide roofing solutions that stand the test of time. Our extensive range of products, including Tensile Fabric, Puff Sheets, Car Parking Sheds, and UPVC Sheets/Windows, ensures that all your construction and roofing needs are met under one roof.

Transform your roofing projects with Poly Projects. Contact us today to explore our premium