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LUCKY YOU

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader - No Outbreak

Rating: 18+ | W/C: 2.7k

Summary: Joel tries to read his book instead of giving his wife attention on his honeymoon.

Or, Joel fucks his wife at the beach.

Tags: husband!joel, public indecency, sex on the beach, established relationship, outdoor sex, p in v sex, accidental creampie,honeymoon vibes,able bodied reader, implied age gap, slight coercing(?) reader just wants her husband to fuck her on her honeymoon smfh, use of pet names, pussy pronouns, one use of the word daddy A/N: i don't even have to explain what conjured this, beach pedro y'all, i enjoyed writing this SO MUCH

Edit: this song, Image - Magdalena Bay suits this fic perfectly in my head arghh MASTERLIST

It wasn’t easy getting a man like Joel Miller to relax. 

Every goddamn chance he got, he’d find a way to keep busy–mind or body. Whether it was fixing the creaky cabinet door or patching up the leaky air-conditioning unit that the landlord swore they'd call someone for. Joel thrived on activity, claiming it "kept the bad thoughts away." Whatever those bad thoughts were, you weren’t sure, but you suspected they’d always be lurking at the edges.

Even now, with the tropical sun bathing both of you in its’ lazy warmth and the lull of crystal blue waves breaking the shore, Joel had insisted on unwinding by reading, of all things. 

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead.

Given, it was a good read, you’d insisted for him to give it a try. And you’d enjoyed it—a book that had you question societal norms, ethical implications of how humanity treated animals and the environment through the eyes of Janina Duszejko.

Could you really be upset at your husband keeping his mind occupied with a good book? 

Oh, you could. And you would. Considering this was your honeymoon.

Three blissful, chaotic years of marriage had finally led you both here. A getaway, tucked in a small Caribbean resort. You both managed to rub every damned spare penny together and finally found yourselves living a much needed pleasure. 

You spent your mornings indulging in piña coladas and your afternoons barefoot on powder soft sand with cool foam kissing your ankles. Taking in the salty ocean air.

To Joel’s credit, you were finally getting to see a side of him you weren’t able to in your entirety of knowing him. 

The deep creases of his brows had disappeared, replaced by something softer, easier. The only lines on his face now were the crows feet that appeared in his relaxed laughter. Work and responsibility kept him on his feet back in Austin. But here? With Tommy stepping up to manage Miller’s Construction, Joel had let himself breathe.

A man unburdened. Lord knows he’d deserved it. Though it was a double edged sword.

You’d never found your husband sexier than ever in his relaxed state and your libido was through the fucking roof.

If his hand wasn’t resting on the small of your back, it was tangled in yours, his thumb brushing lazy circles into your palm. And when it wasn’t there? It was on your thigh beneath the dinner table, his fingers tracing the outline of your knee absentmindedly.

You found yourself stealing glances at him.

In complete awe at the man who could quite literally wrestle a washing machine up three flights of stairs without breaking a sweat—look so utterly peaceful, sprawled on the sun lounger. With sand clinging to his calves and a vibrant blue book spread open within his thumb and forefingers. 

Good fucking god. His hands.

Your palm crinkled around the sweet peach seltzer that you pulled from the mini cooler, desperate to quench the growing thirst. The fizz popped against your lips as Joel glanced up from his book, offering you a smile with the soft shadow you brought with you. An angel you were, he thought. 

He adjusted just enough to plant a kiss on your cheek, his scruff tickling your skin. A grin spread across your face and you leaned in to steal a proper kiss, only for him to swerve to give the book his attention.

“Enjoying your honeymoon with the book?” You snark, flopping onto the soft white cushion beside him. Unpacking the essentials you’d lugged out here.

“Don’t be dramatic, darlin’. S’a good book.” He remarks, voice slow and warm, like honey dripping from its dipper. He doesn’t lift his gaze to look at you. Though his palm comes up to knead around your waist in a half assed attempt to acknowledge your existence.

You huffed, sinking into the lounger. The deep blues of your bikini catching in the sunlight. Joel’s gaze flicked up for a moment and you caught the way his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, like he was trying to play it cool. 

He snorted suddenly. “You tryin’ to be the book, hopin’ I’ll look atcha’ more?”

You paused, squinting at him before glancing down at your bikini and then the book cover. Damn it. They were the same shade of blue. A groan left you as you grabbed the sunscreen and tossed it his way.

“Don’t start. It’s a coincidence, Miller.”

He catches the bottle one handed, setting his book aside. You notice him eyeing you again as you turn to present your back. This surely would rile him up just a little and finally get his attention, wouldn’t it?

The untied straps of your bikini dangled and you give him a pointed look over your shoulder.

“Well?”

“Aight, Mrs Miller. C’mere.”

He muttered a curse underneath his breath, squeezing a dollop of sunscreen into his palm. He worked the lotion over your shoulders and down your back, his calloused hands moving slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second. The curve of your waist–down to the dip of your spine, it was all too much.

“You sure this ain’t part of your plan?” he begins, his voice low, a little strained now.

“What plan?” you tossed over your shoulder, feigning innocence.

“Mmhmm. You’re real sneaky, y’know that?”

You smirked, closing your eyes as his hands smoothed over your skin. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He lets out a frustrated little breath, planting a chaste kiss on the back of your shoulder like it might ground him. His hands lingered for just a second too long on the gentle curve of your waist before he pulls away, clearing his throat and settling back into his lounger.

Joel was still a red-blooded man. How the hell was he supposed to keep his head straight when his wife looked like that, all soft and pretty, perched right there like she didn’t know the power she had over him?

Without another word, Joel busies himself with fiddling the pages. Trying real hard to convince himself he hadn’t just lost that round. But the way his thumb taps restless against the edge of the book gave him away.

You knew going into this relationship that being a man almost a decade older than you would entail a quieter life. 

Joel’s age had never been an issue. Not when he could still work circles around men half his years and definitely not in bed. No, he had no need for the blue pill, thank you very much. But times like this? Times when you’d laid yourself out like a fucking michelin star dessert and he couldn’t be bothered to take so much as a bite? 

That was fucked.

You lift your shades to perch on your head, glancing around the beach. It was almost empty, just a few scattered umbrellas and the rhythmic sound of waves breaking against the shore. Yet here he was, sunk deep into his book. The golden rays danced along his tanned skin, kissing the flecks of gray in his beard like he was a goddamn painting.

Your teeth catches your bottom lips before you finally decide to make a move. With a casual shift, you scooted snug next to him, thigh hooking around his underneath your paisley blue and white blanket. Your fingers drift to rest over his, twisting the cool silver of his wedding band.

Joel doesn’t look up right away but he gives a soft grunt of acknowledgement. Tugging you closer with a firm hand on your waist. He leans in to press a kiss just below your ear, the scrape of his beard sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

“Somethin’ on your mind, sweetheart?” he murmurs.

“Oh, not much,” you replied, glancing pointedly at his book. “Just wondering if it’s one of those magic books from Harry Potter that sprouts new pages.”

He smirks, finally tilting his head to look at you, eyes full of that slow, teasing mischief. “Maybe it’s ‘cause someone keeps tryin’ to distract me.”

You gasped, hand flying to your chest like you were scandalized. “Me? I’d never.”

“Uh huh,” he hums, clearly unconvinced.

You swat at his arm playfully but he catches your wrist, pulling you in for a deep kiss. It wasn't a chaste one this time. His lips locked with yours, slow, attentive. The taste of piña colada lingered on his tongue, mingling with the faint tang of sea salt from his earlier dip in the ocean. Your hands drift to the strings of his red swimsuit, sliding lower down the middle. 

That makes him pull away. Looking at you half-lidded, though he doesn’t quite move your hand. 

“You tryin’ to get us arrested, baby girl?”

“There’s no one around, Joel.” 

You offer as you lean in to kiss him again. You feel him hesitate, rightfully so. Maybe it was the drinks you’d pumped into your systems earlier, but Joel doesn’t push you away this time. His rough palm comes to wrap around the back of your neck, drawing the sweetness of peaches from the seltzer from your tongue into his. 

“Gotta make it quick, then.” He murmurs into your lips as you feel him guide you onto his lap. To your delight, your husband was already rock fucking hard for you. 

He lets out a drawn out sigh as you rock your hips onto his erection, his palm steady behind you to encourage your movements. He couldn’t have been any harder now. “Lookin’ like fuckin’ sin.” His thumb swipes up to the gusset of your bikini bottoms. 

“What’re you trying to do t’me?” 

You smile against his lips. “Finally noticing your poor neglected wife?” You flip your hair to the other side of your shoulders to nip at his ear lobe. He tenses at that, grabbing your jaw with a rough hold. 

“Had to, baby. Else we’d be spendin’ this entire vacation with my cock stuffed in this needy fuckin’ pussy.” 

You shudder at the want in his voice. You attempt to reply but a thumb slips into your parted lips, two fingers coaxing the drool out. 

You let out a soft uunff as Joel pulls out his fingers with a string of your saliva following. “Gross. Supergoop tastes like shit.” 

“Yeah well, didn’t give me much time to get all cleaned up for you now did ya?”

He grins at your little complaints about the taste of sunscreen on his fingers. You were quickly shut up by the sensation of his split slick fingers nudging into your pussy. 

You groan out. Hips jumping as he probes into you gently. You catch the flutter of your beach blanket in your peripheral, watching as Joel covers both of you–as well as it could've from the bottom down. 

“Don’t think that’s gonna do shi—hhhhiitt.” Your words slurrs at Joel’s steadily thrusts into your pussy. Your hands come to rest on his shoulders. “God. Baby that’s so—…so good..” You manage, words barely a whisper.

Joel leans in to pepper kisses up your jaw. “I know. Practically suckin’ my fingers in.” He mumbles against your neck, fingers squelching deeper into your walls, caressing it in a repeated motion. His thumb swipes against your throbbing clit simultaneously. 

“So fuckin’ warm n’ soft. She’s gonna milk my cock dry.” He mutters, more so to himself. 

A sharp shiver creeps down your spine. “J-Joel—…i’mclose—…shit i’msosoclose—“ You mutter incoherently. Your hips rising a little to Joel’s persistent finger-fucking. 

He hums against your shoulder. Other hand, keeping your hips down firm, making sure you felt the full bearing of his two fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy. “Give it t’me.”

Your eyes roll back in pure fucking ecstasy within a matter of seconds. Hips attempting to squirm away from Joel’s fingers. He kisses your cheeks softly. 

“Good fucking girl.”

You let out a fucked out giggle. Suckling at his jaw and down his neck. Joel doesn’t give you much of a cool down, evident in the way he’d already been sliding his pre-cum soaked cock out of his swim trunks, nudging the tip against your sticky folds.

His thumb pushes aside the gusset of your bikini bottoms further, watching your slick bubble around the soaked fabric. 

“Lookit’, all ready to fuckin’ go.” He grins. With a quick glance around to check for the soul of another, he fully sheathes himself into you. 

He groans out and earns a pathetic whimper from you at the motion. Joel tips his head back against the lounger. Almost seizing up at how your tight pussy strangles his cock. 

“Oh, god!” 

“Ain’t god, sugar. All me.” 

He chuckles at the way you shoot him a warning look, though it held no bite. Joel wraps his arm around your hips to piston himself into your pussy. 

The sounds of your cunt squelching as you slam down onto his pelvis spurs you on even further as you ride him. Joel looks up. Letting out a sssst as though he’d been burned at the sight of your tits bouncing before him like a goddamned porn star. 

“Right outta Hustler issue cover, baby girl.” 

“Lucky you.” You laugh a little. Head tipped back to keep up your momentum, rocking your hips to his periodic grinds. You wince as your hair sticks to the back of your shoulders uncomfortably. The prick of overstimulation long gone at the glint of Joel’s gaze on you. 

You feel the strings at the back of your bikini unravel at Joel’s gentle tug, allowing your bikini top to shift just enough for your tits to spill out. 

Joel gathers your hair loosely off your shoulders. Driving headfirst to pop a tit into his mouth. The grumble he emits against your chest makes you giggle, the scruffiness distracting you from your discomfort. 

“Ahhh shit!” You whine out. His hips stutter relentlessly into you as you arch deeper to rest your full body weight onto him. Letting him do the work as he lazily thrusts into you. 

“Aww sweetheart, tired already? Lettin’ yer old man do all the damn work?” You offer a mere grunt at his taunt. “Shut up. You’re the one taking for-fucking ever.”

Joel doesn’t respond to you right away, but you get the memo when he pretty much begins to thrust into you like a man unhinged. 

The grip around the back of your hair turns meaner when he tugs you to look at him. Deep brown eyes pooling in admiration and sheer fucking need. 

“Look at me.” He commands. The way he jackhammers into your pussy being the only constant. “Look at me when I fuckin’ cum in this pussy.”

Your gaze flickers in slight surprise, soft gasps turning into moans when he thumbs your clit. “W-Wait. Joel—I-I can’t.” You manage when the sensation builds in you again. 

He adjusts his hold onto your hair in a pleasant grip. Making sure you looked at him while he fucked you hard and fast. 

“Yeah y’can.” He grunts into your ears, fucking you deeper in shorter bursts now. Joel could feel his balls steadily tensing up. 

“Give daddy nother’ one n’ I’ll consider fuckin’ this come deep into ya.” 

You grit your teeth in focus, desperate to give him what he wanted. If you couldn’t come with just his fat cock poking deep into you, you’d come at the way he was looking at you. Brows knit in focus, lips twitched in an attempt to not come. 

You finally falter, nails digging into his shoulder as your gaze flashes white and orange. Squeezing around his cock. Joel shudders at the sensation. 

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna—” 

You snap your gaze up when you hear a shuffle from behind the parasols. It doesn’t register in your head how you managed to grab the yellow and white and yellow tube. 

Joel seems to catch your shock, but he isn’t able to stop his cum from spurting deep into your cunt the same time you squirt an obscene amount of sunscreen into his chest. 

His hand instinctively comes up to adjust your bikini top, more so to make sure he isn’t letting his wife flash her yabbos out to other people. 

You stiffen up, palm smearing the sticky white lotion down Joel’s chest as one of the resort workers comes around with arms full of beach cleaning supplies. 

“Um…bonjou?”

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Deadpool & Wolverine: Amber Crimson and Noir

Authors note: this chapter contains story elements from "When two murderous Canadian mercenaries love each other very much..." aka the James chapter as well as the plot point from Amber Crimson and Noir so far. Enjoy the thrilling conclusion of the Noir ark. I hope you've read them

Content warning... Violence/Tourtre

[Pess play on opening music below]

Ark finale

Vanessa

Kansas city Missouri Earth-10005 2031

Vanessa had moved into one of the spare bedrooms of Logan and Wade's condos about two months ago, Dermot had set up a desk in the corner of the generously sized room that had a sweeping view of crown center. He was happily working from home but definitely out of his element. Even in a large home, Logan, Wade, and Althea were strange, loud, and .... unique room mates.

Vanessa had lived with Wade in the past, so she was used to Wade's quarks. However he'd developed some new ones. For instance,

The floor to ceiling windows present in almost every room had blackout curtains that had to be closed before the sun went down... Wade would run from room to room, closing the curtains. If he wasn't home and he walked in and someone else hadn't done this task he'd freak out, yelling " it's 6 o'clock and winter why are the fucking curtains still open! He'd then proceeded to sprint around the house, closing them.

It was compulsive but not without justification, due to an incident. During the day, everything is fine. All the windows had been coated with a reflective film. You couldn't see inside unless your face was pressed up against a window. But at night, the lights inside illuminate and defeat this privacy.

A sniper had put several holes through the window... and Wade... honeymoon phase of moving to a new city was over.

And now they needed new windows.

Years later, Logan had grown tierd this nightly curtain nonsense and had mechanical curtains installed that automatically shut at sundown... this didn't stop Wade's patrol, making sure the mechanism hadn't broken and looking in all the rooms to check the curtainshad indeed closed. It was just quicker now. Years later, this did lead to one embarrassing moment for James in his teen years

Sorry, kitten! By the way, that's perfectly normal. No need to feel shame about it.

FUCKING KNOCK NEXT TIME DAD!

The process of replacing the windows was the last straw of Wade playing nice with the HOA of the tower. Maranda (fucking bigoted bitch) had pulled her typical stall tactics and nonsense as a board member during the first remodel of the house.

Wade, to expedite the process had broken into the board president's unit and sat in his bedroom. Waiting for him to get home.

When he turned up and walked in his room, there was Wade on his bed, pointing a gun at him.

Hay Ed! Is this a memory foam mattress because it is comfortable as fuck... I usually avoid them because so often Logan gets too excited and stabs be when he's stabbing me if you know what I mean. *wink* and its just sucks all the blood up and never comes out. We've gone through 4 mattresses this year alone.

Mr. Wilson... please don't shoot.

Oh, Ed... I'm not here to shoot you. Im here to make a deal....

Wade hands him a shoe box labeled fuck me pumps.

Sorry about the box had to improvise. Logan got me those for our anniversary... it's all he wanted me to wear that night. Such a romantic... anyway, inside that box is three hundred thousand dollars in non sequential one hundred dollar bills. All for you, on the condition that whatever I want to do, I fucking get to do it without push back from You fuck's. If I want to put a giant inflatable godzilla on the roof with anatomically accurate genitalia for Halloween the only thing I want to hear is "what day is good for you to get that started"

He was installing level 10 bullet proof glass on the entire 19th floor, and whatever other security measures he saw fit in the common hallway, and they weren't gonna say shit about it. To add motivation to the bribe. A nine millimeter bullet with their name neatly written on it was given to them.

Here. Take this, hide it. Throw it away. Hell, put it on your mantel... I don't give a shit. Because if I really need to, I'll find that exact bullet again... and I'll give it to you again only the next time it will be moving really, really fucking fast. So don't make me give it to you again.

He did this with a majority of members of the HOA board and hadn't had any problems since...

Logan had been a less openly dramatic roommate. He had been consumed by his work. how Wade sweet talked his way into convenienceing him that now was a great time to have a baby, Vanessa would never know. Though she did know that mouth of his was more than just talented at yapping and quiping.

I wonder if Logan ever got the plastic vampire teeth on Halloween.

She was trying to avoid him when he was working. She didn't want to bother him while he was holed up in the office. Besides, he was smoking like a chimney on a poorly insulated house during a January blizzard. The smell of his cigars currently nauseated her, not to mention the second-hand smoke wasn't good for the baby evenin a well vintalated room like the office.

Logan had recently taken on a lot of investigative work. Detective shit. Murders, kidnappings, missing persons. He'd told vanessa that he really wanted to branch out from just being just killer. Not that she'd ever held that against him.

Some of her best friends were mercenaries, vigilantes, and contract killers. Hell, even the nerds at the Xmen put quite a few people in the ground, and she liked the one's she'd met.

From her understanding Logan had actually been doing well, he wasn't just a bloodhound, which he literally was. He told her that the egg had taken and she was pregnant before any tests were done. Lucky, first try. It was something they had all worried about.

Sometimes surrogacy takes a couple tries before one sticks... there was a 25% chance of failure and that's normal at least thats what the blue fuzzy doctor told them after the procedure.

I wonder what else he can smell on me and is too polite to mention.

Logan was also a decent investigator in his own right, followed clues, and noticed things the cops missed. He'd found quite a few missing persons, runaways mostly. He did his due diligence and made sure without question they weren't being abused, and that's why they ran away before returning them to their families. He'd even helped break up a sex trafficking ring.

Vanessa knew the trouble didn't really start until Logan took the case of his friend Maxine. She was murdered and dumped like so much garbage and not treated much better by the police handling the case. Vanessa had actually met her once at one of the boys' parties.

She remembered her and her partner Dal being warm and jovial with her. Though she'd heard that they were just as fiery as Logan and Wade at times, the only difference being their fights resulted in significantly fewer stabings as persons without a healing factor. Apparently, her case had been a brick wall Logan just couldn't claw through.

Vanessa herself had been fairing the last 2 months decently... the morning sickness was an annoyance. She'd felt like she'd been moving past that stage though.

It was a relief mostly because Wade had gone full mother hen

Vanessa, sweetheart, you ok in there?

I can hear you yacking and heaving like when Wolvy gets one of his hairballs.

I'm fine, Wade.

Ok... I just... Fuck! OW!

Ouch! Stop stabbing me, Lo! We'll take you to the vet and get some Laxatone. Fucking ow bad kitty!

One thing was certain tonight, Vanessa was board. She hadn't left the condo in about a week to do anything, Wade was out shopping, and Logan hadn't left the office since 9 am. it was now 9 pm... Dermot had an upset stomach. He made the mistake of trying the Satan sauce Wade kept for chimichanga nights, or lunch's in this case. He was warned by her and Wade. But he wanted to be one of the boys...

She texted all 3 of them and let them know she was going to Missy Bs, the drag bar that was just down the street. Dirty Dorothy was hosting shows their again, so Vanessa was double encouraged to go out and alleviate her bordum, she'd get a soda and watch the show. Perhaps be back in time to warm up her dinner and watch whatever Korean drama or old show on streaming that Wade was currently fixated on before going to bed. She did specifically tell Wade not to wait up for her since she knew he'd start cooking the second he got home.

She had stopped by an ATM and got about two hundred dollars in 5 dollar bills, it was customary to tip the drag queens, and being a former exotic dancer herself, Vanessa knew how important it was to be generous with the entertainment. Nothing worse than literally shaking your ass off only to find a G-string full of bills that added up to about 35 buck... and there was always at least one asshole who you had to call the bouncers on because he tried to slip a quarter in there.

Vanessa was actually well off, officially retired. She was serious when she said she'd offer her services as a surrogate as a friend, but not for free. In the midwest, the number of dollars currently in her NBKC account would last her the rest of her natural life and then some... she told Dermot he could retire too. But he liked work. Definitely the kind of guy that if he didn't have a 9 to 5 to go to, he'd disappear into an easy chair and an early grave... Vanessa also suspected he had a little of that toxic masculine pride, cant ask your sugar mama for money. It'd gotten him into trouble, you can't out marksman Wade at the range, You can't out drink Logan and live... and as he recently learned. You can't out hot sauce either of them.

Silly boys *she chuckles to herself*

The ride share had dropped her off at the door. She was a little early for the show. She walked in, got a ginger ale, and quietly thanked god that they didn't allow public smoking indoors in Kansas city.

The show, as expected, was a loud and flamboyant good time. A lot of the queens were aslo funny as fuck on top of being on point with thier costumes. Vanessa didn't leave the show with a single five dollar bill, and to her, it was money well spent.

She headed to the bar to get one last Ginger ale for the road when she was approached by a woman...

Hey pretty lady, can I buy you a cocktail...

Oh, sorry, I'm not drinking tonight. Just getting a Ginger ale...

Oh, cheap date then. She winked as she ordered the soda and a Martini for herself.

I appreciate the drink, but I don't want to lead you on. I'm in a pretty committed relationship...

That's ok. Vanessa... felt disarmed as she said this... it was odd, like for no reason, her defenses were down... and it was ok, sure she'll have the drink.

I'm just out trying to make friends, you know. It can be kinda lonely...

Again, she didn't quit understand, but Vanessa suddenly felt a little lonely and wanted the company.

Vanessa chatted with the lady for a while. She was about to tell her she needed to go home.

If you're hungry, there's this place called Town Topic. Fantastic burgers, been there since the depression or some shit. Open 24 hours... we should go.

Vanessa wanting to tell her that perhaps another time, that she really need to go... but instead she found herself hungry, and agreeing to go with this lady. It was weird... she felt compelled. Next thing she knew she found herself getting in to this lady's car.

Ya know, it's been a long night... why don't you take a little nap... I'll wake you up when we get there

No sooner than it was said.... Vanessa was out like a light, snoring lightly in the passenger seat.

Logan had stepped out of the office. It was getting close to 11pm, long day of brooding, and he worked up an appetite. Wade and Al had eaten already... when he opened the fridge, he noticed two tinfoil covered plates.

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end...

Has Vanessa not come home yet.

No penut, she's at the drag show...

Logan looks at the clock... the show ended a while ago, darl'n, I'm gonna text her.

she hadn't been gone that long.... she's a big girl papa, she can stay out past curfew if she wants.

No, it's not like that Wade.... Ive got a bad feeling... something is off.

Logan put his plate back in the fridge and walked to the bedroom. He quickly changed into his black and yellow combat suit. He walked back into the living room.

Peanut, what are you all dressed up for.

I'm going out to find Vanessa... she hasn't responded, I don't like this.

And you couldn't do that in your normal clothes?

I told you. I got a bad feeling, besides blood and Versace don't exactly pair well.

Oh, wrong again, Penut. Blood and Versace is the best paring.

Stay here, call me if she comes back...

Wolverine started at the obvious place, Missy B's. He thanked providence or whatever for trusting his instincts. He'd not been too late this time, Vanessas scent was still fresh and heavy. He was able to lach on to it and follow it out to the parking lot... he'd made his way to an empty spot when the trail lightened slightly... they had obviously taken her in a car...

Unfortunately Logan could not be afforded such luxury. In order to stay on the trail he'd have to be on foot.

thankfully, the fates again had shown favor. It was a still night, not even a lightbreeze. The scent was still fresh if a little less intense. Following his nose without regard for his safety, Wolverine walked out into the middle of southwest traffic way. Was certain that she'd been taken due east, and he bolted down West 39th Street running on all fours, looking like a yellow and black werewolf.

Eventually he found himself in the hyde park neighborhood of Kansas city.

When vanessa came too, her head was throbing, and the fluorescent lighting was not helping. She tried to move but she was shackled to a wall. Standing up right arms open... Wade would call it a T pose.

What Vanessa didn't know is that Cynthia Bragg had been escalating the degree of suffering she caused in her kills, she'd been killing less because she knew Logan was creeping around every corner. So now she economized her victims. Less opportunity meant not letting the one you had go to waste.

Vanessa was gagged... she could breathe, she could scream, but the sound would be so deadened that no one could possibly hear her in this basement... she wasn't scared so much as she was sad at her predicament. She new what would happen when the boys figured out she wasn't coming home... This wasn't Wade fault... but Vanessa knew he'd blame himself... and be devastated... double loss, her and the life that could be that she had inside her.... this was the worst possible end for her short life.

Her captor turned around, almost sensing Vanessa's waking.

Hello again... she smiled like a demon. You and I are going to have some fun... pretty lady...

I'd tell you to not be afraid, but you should... you should be terrified...

This statement didn't net Cynthia the response she'd hoped Vanessa just stared at her defiantly. Vanessa clearly had her wits about her now... not an unexpected circumstance... her powers of suggestion worked better when she could charm someone first. Disarm them.

Cynthia wordlessly presented a box... in it were needles of various gages, conditions, and sharpness... she slowly jammed and jabbed Vanessa up and down her arm, leaving some in, pulling some out. Rivulets of blood formed dripped and flowed. The pain was exquisite, Vanessa groaned but did not scream as she endured the pain of the dull one's ripping through her skin, looking very much the sick caricature of a cartoon Voodoo doll.

Unsatisfied with the results, Cynthia left Vanessa for a second and came back with a ball pein hammer and a gruesome looking masonry cut tempered hardened steel nail. The point of which is not that pointy... the was absolutely going to hurt.

Slowly, methodically, Cynthia slammed the nail into Vanessa's palm, all the while humming Ave Maria. the crucifixion Imagery clearly not lost on her.

Vanessa did not! Would not scream. She wouldn't give this Depraved hearted bitch the satisfaction as her hand was pinned to the wall, crushing nerves, tearing flesh.

Oh, a tough gal i see... we'll just have to up the anti.

She holds up the hammer an Vanessa's eye level and drops hammer on her foot.

Oops... well, since this doesn't seem to be working, we will try something else

Vanessa figured this was the end. Sure that cunt was gonna come back with a Bowie knife and slowly disembowel her.

On the journey of her life, she had a lot of regrets. Also, at the moment, she was in incredible pain. She mourned for herself almost as much as she mourned the fetus inside her.

Wade would be devastated, he'd lose his best friend and his future baby all in one horrid act... these thoughts, the pain... the frustration of being unable to defend herself. She was so sick of being the fucking damsel in distress. She thought... only this time she was going to fucking die. She wasn't going to be saved. She didn't see how. The pain and despair began to consume her.

All of it came to a head, she was in the darkest spot, of the worst day of her life, and that was saying something...

Then suddenly... Her skin flashes blue for a second... she feels... different. Unknown to her until just now... Vanessa had been a mutant in her own right. The stress, worry, and pain of this moment brought it out of dormancy. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew she could transform, shape shift. And not just skin deep like Mystique, she could copy bilogy and abilities.

Well shit, this could have been handy with fucking Francis... she thought to herself... think quick Vanessa how do we use this to get out of here. She wasn't sure how to harness her abilities, but she had to be a quick study if she wanted to live.

What could she be that'd get her out of these shackles and get the nail out of her hand... that's it! That one guy Logan and Wade, always banged when they were in New York. Kevin... (Wade tells her fucking everything) but more importantly she met him once, what was is Xmen name.... fuck it was hard to think clearly with several inches of galvanized steel in your hand.... Morph, she said a small prayer to a god she doubted existed. Keep the baby safe while I do this. She struggles through the pain she concentrates and transforms into a grey skinned being sliding her hand up and off the nail and warping her arms through the shackles quietly.

Cynthia was looking at her toolbox of tourtre devices totally engrossed in her maniacal thoughts, looking for the perfect toy to satisfy her vile lust. She hadn't noticed Vanessa slip free.

Vanessa stealthy as she could carefully picked up the ball-pein hammer that was dropped.

What did Wade always tell her

When you have the opportunity, always go for the headshot.

Cynthia had settled on the end of a frog gig fork and was about to get back to her dark hobby when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head... and then nothing

Vanessa was spatterd in gore by the time she heard the loud bang from upstairs...

Wolverine had kicked in the door of the house, he'd made his way to the basement to a scene that shocked and immediately relieved him covered in blood holding a hammer dripping in a visceral liquid of brains, blood with a tangle of hair... Vanessa had not stopped when Cynthia hit the ground. The back of her head looked like a grenade went off in it. She turned to Wolverine. Dropped the hammer on the corpse and walked towards Logan...

Ooops *she Sneered*

Vanessa, I'm so sorry... I was late, I... I...

Vanessa grabbed the man dressed in yellow and black and hugged him tightly

It's ok, you're here, Im alive... also, you and Wade never have to worry about being late or saving me again... Vanessa Carlysle can save herself.

She took a step back and held up her arm... it transformed into a familiar looking muscular arm, and *Snikt* three bone claws popped out.

FUCK THAT HURTS! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU DO THAT ALL THE TIME!

Logan chuckles, tell me about it, sister. Looks like you've discovered your gifts...

Why aren't mine metal?

That's a long story I'll tell you later... I'm gonna call Wade.

Not the police....

No.

Logan looked around the room, the blood and gore of the scene was bad... first, the defense for justifiable homicide in self-defense in Missouri requires that you stop after the assailant is stopped/disarmed/disabled. You can't shoot someone in the chest and then go for the headshot after they're already on the ground... you can't pummel a hole in the back of someones head after you've knocked them out. It ceases to be self-defense.

There's a chance Vanessa could be charged with manslaughter at a minimum if the prosecutor was feeling frisky... and Logan, who's had bad feelings all night, had a bad feeling about calling the cops.

Logan was able to pin the address address in his phone and send Wade the address. Craftsman style home in Hyde park much like the ones around it.

He'll be her as soon as a ride share pics him up...

Vanessa trying to not think about her trauma...

Why the fuck do you guys not have a car yet... you're gonna need one when the baby gets here, what if they get a fever and you gotta run to the ER, you gonna wait for a car?

Logan choked back a little emotion as he realized how close he came to losing his best friend, his baby, and probably Wade, who would have never recovered.

We need to... but that's Wade... Missouri counties treat cars as real estate. You have to pay taxes on them annually based on assessed value. He's weirdly libertarian about that one thing. Lord knows he jumps through hoops to keep the IRS paid and off our back.

That is fucking weird...

That's fucking Wade... and we both know what thats like

(Meanwhile, just beyond the vail)

Are they really discussing local tax policy over my corpse...

I've seen weirder scenes.

Who the fuck are you?

Some folks call me Azrael, Yama, Shinigam, La Calavera Catrina, Vanth, Ankou, Anubis, and Osiris... though I have one friend who calls me Lady Death. I'm partial to THE Green Witch lately... she says this as she produces a flower and hands it to Cynthia

Oh... ok, she looks at her closer. I liked your work in Parks and rec by the way

Aubrey Plaza looked like her. Not the other way around, Lady Death had this face for centuries, and it was one of her preferred aspects. She thought this as her charge spoke again.

So... am I going to Hell.

The afterlife is kinda what you make it... or so I've been told. I'm just here to keep you from haunting the place. I've only seen the door and shown people in... speaking of. It's Time Cynthia Bragg.

So God doesn't care?

Oh... I've never met the Architect, the being closest to what you'd call God... and I don't really know what they think about morality or other complex questions that I'm certain you want to ask. but unfortunately, i don't have a lot of the answers and even less time.

Ok, one more question... whay are you being so nice... I was a monster [she said this with suddenly gained post-life clarity]

It's not my job to punish, also as they say. You catch more flies with honey.

Or corpses... files are attracted to corpses.

Indeed, come now. It's really time to go now.

(We return to the full material plane)

Vanessa and Logan had taken the opportunity to go through the house, what they had discovered was shocking and created more problems.... Cynthia was a cop... Logan actually knew her. He hadn't recognized her for obvious reasons when he first walked in... Secondly, in her office, he'd discovered her second pet project beside murder. Him, and Wade... and MFM. She'd been doing her own legs work tying all of them to organized crime, contracts they had agreed to. Interpol reports and illicit weapons purchases...

It killed his soul... but Logan could not report any of this for sure now... this crime scene, this evidence. For their safety, it had to disappear. Wade had walked into the office when he came to this conclusion.

What's up in here, Penut?

We got big problems, Princess. Call Peter... we need the cleaner.

The cleaner was actually an employee of MFM at this point, an anti-forensic expert he could wipe a crime scene...

He was there within the hour, was briefed on the situation, and came up with a game plan... all four of them suited up in hazmat suits he'd brought and proceeded to clean.

Free advice to any would be assassins...

Clean all visible evidence of blood with high concentration peroxide, not bleach. This will destroy all genetic material and clean the area. Secondly, treat the area with sodium percarbonate... this chemical defeats luminol/BlueStar Forensic, the room may be suspicious to the well experienced investor... but investigators have to convenience jurys made up of common folks who expect "CSI" evidence to be presented, and when it's not, the argument fails. Investigators know this. it's how many cases get relegated to the cold case archives.

The body was wrapped and put in Cynthias' car. Both would disappear without a trace. The house was cleaned and wiped of any evidence of anyone ever being there. Logan had found all the evidence against him and Wade and loded it in the cleaner's car. He and Wade would take it to the safe house in Liberty while the cleaner delt with Cynthias car... He also found evidence of Cynthias' own crimes... her trophys... he packed these too.

By the time Cynthia was reported missing, they were all long gone... the house looked spotless, as if nothing was ever out of place yet lived in. Reports from neighbors stated that they had seen her the day prior. They didn't see her drive off that night to go to the bar, and perhaps Cynthia herself had something to do with that, not wantingher neighborsto see when she had "guests"...

To them, it looked like she'd got in her car that night some time after dark drove off and just never came home.

5 days later

Logan called Dal, he'd ask her to come to the house. She arrived an hour later... he met her at the door; escorted her to the office poured her a glass of the best scotch he had on hand, a Sherry Oak 25 Year old Macallan.

He set the glass in front of her...

If you don't like your scotch neat, I can go to the kitchen and get you some ice... though some would call that an insult to the alcohol. I won't judge.

This is fine Logan... she sips the scotch.

Why'd you have me over. You were very insistent...

I solved Maxine's murder... That's the good news..........

That pause is 8 months pregnant buddy. What's the bad news.

You're the only person that can know. The suspect met an end that would implicate someone that's important to me, and frankly, covering it up was the better option... professionally. Dal... Maxines killer was a Cop. She's dead... and will probably be assumed missing. My team will have made it look like she skipped town for unknown reasons...

Your... team... implications... cover ups.

Logan I thought you were a fucking detective.

Fuck... I'll level with you, Dal... I wasn't 100% honest with you when I told you what Wade and I did for a living... I am a licensed private investigator, and on paper, that's what I do... poorly... apparently, I'm a mercenary... a contract killer. That's our bread and butter. The P.I. shit is just a cover. But just once I wanted to do something, I wanted to help...

Dal reach over and opened the Humidor on Logans desk.

May I?

Sure.

She pulled out an Opus X, carefully cut the end off the same way she'd seen Logan do a hundred times, grabbed the small blowtorch like lighter and lit her cigar. Logan went over to the wall and flipped on the rooms air filter system.

Logan... sware on your unborn child's life! the person that killed Maxine is dead, and you're 100 percent sure that was her killer...

Logan walked over to a banker box against the wall and grabbed it.

I went through the house, I found the sick fuckers trophy collection. I found these... Logan pulled out a pair of underwear... genetic evidence suggests they belonged to Maxine (this was bullshit, no lab analysis was done on them, the truth is Logan could still smell Maxine's scent strongly on them. They'd been kept in a plastic zipper bag... but Logan didn't want Dal to think he had the impropriety of a "panty sniffer" today was weird enough she didn't need that.) Maxine's killer is dead and what's left of them is probably at the bottom of the Missouri river.

She took a big swig from he scotch and puffed her cigar.

If we're being honest Logan, for me... it was a job well done. Did maxines killer suffer?

I'm not sure. I couldn't have been pleasant.

Good! Fuck'um! Logan i'll be honest had you brought them in I would have smuggled a gun in to court and shot them myself... I don't know if I was ever interested in justice. Revenge; That I can handle... detective or hitman, though... I hope that pro bono offer still holds up...

Logan chuckles lightly You couldn't afford it if it weren't.

She kissed him on the cheek. Thank you Logan... I'll see you and Wade later... I've got things to do.

Bitter sweet for Logan... he was glad that the results worked for Dal...

But for him, this was one of his biggest failures. Having to cover up Cynthia's death meant a significant number of families would go without the closure that Dal now had.

Had he'd been a moment sooner, he could have saved Vanessa and taken Cynthia Bragg in. Damn the evidence she had on us.

We could have picked up and started somewhere else. Fuck we came here on a whim, why not.

Too late now. He packed all the cold case files, the evidence recovered, took them, and buried them in the deepest part of the storage room.

He was stacking boxing and holding in his emotions, trying not to feel the devastation and failure in his chest... Wade was standing in the door...

After all these years, Peanut... I think i can sense whenever you're not doing good. You want to talk to me about it?

I spent the better part of a year running in to a wall trying to solve this case. To do it the right way! To bring that fucker to justice.

But you did get her...

Vanessa "got" her Wade! I was late!

She's dead, though. She can't hurt anyone else. The city is freed from a killer who terrorizing the community. Not just the community, our friends.

At what cost...

We're soldiers, Wade. You know damn well that Pyrrhic victories don't count for shit!

Logan grabbed Wade, held him close... and did something that shocked Wade... he cried, guilt and failure for once didn't manifest as rage...

Oh... Penut. Im so sorry, I didn't realize it was like that.

I think I'm done solve'n crimes... I should stick to what I'm good at. Killing.

No, babe... don't say that. You've solved murders, found kidnapped children... you've done great things... this... this is just a setback.

It's a big one, Wade. I haven't felt quite like this... well, since I got to this world.

Wade knew what Logan was alluding to.

Tonight, it'd be Wade holding Logan together. Riding the storm of emotion out. He'd do it gladly, anything for the man whom held him together these last 7 years. His rock, his anchor being.

All the cold case files tied to Cynthia Bragg, knowing he couldn't bring peace to those families. He put them in a box and placed them as far back in the storage room as he could.

Epilogue:

Late July, Friday night, 18th and Vine... the jazz district of Kansas City... Logan and Wade dressed in suits of a color more muted than Wade normally would have worn black with pinstripe and slate grey, respectively. They walked into the Blue Room Jazz club, and following behind them was Dermot in a Tuxido, the only suit he had brought with him from New York and Vanessa who was in a black sequined dress tight but classy it had a plunging neck line accented with a necklace.

The platnum chain was set with white diamond, rubys, and citrine. The pendant was a large Tanzanite in brilliant cut about the size of a half dollar. It flashed blue or purple depending on how you looked at it. It was a gift from the boys to express gratitude for the greatest gift Vanessa had given them... a son. James was born on July first, a happy health baby boy.

They'd all been obsessed with the child and his care. Wade was a dutiful father unafraid of soiled diapers or the spit up that occasionally happened when he fed the boy... however, that morning at breakfast, Althea had enough.

Listen fuckers! It's time for a family meeting. You dumb bastards are going out tonight, and I don't wanna hear any guff. I'm a blind woman but I can cook and care for myself so I can handle a fucking baby for a few hours. None of yall have left this house in almost a month and I'm fucking sick of hearing you! So figure out where the fuck your going because come 8 o clock better not be a fucking one of you in this house!

Althea was salty but they agreed she was right. They settled in to there table ordered cocktails and waited for the show.

So Ness, since you've had an opportunity to flex your powers a little more, are you gonna go back to New York and join the X-men [cough] dorks [cough]

Logan elbowed Wade in the ribs. Are you calling me a dork bub?

Of course not sweetheart sides you ain't an Xman anymore.

Vanessa laughing. No, I don't think I'll be joining that club... besides, can you imagine me on a mission and Scott calling me by some goofy code name... like what Copycat? Because I can copy people?

I suppose all the good names are taken

Right!? No, I don't think I'll be doing that. Besides, we got a little announcement... Dermot and I aren't going back to New York. We've decided to stay here.

Oh, that's fantastic! Lo you here that? We're going to save so much money on jet fuel!

I'm happy to hear it.

We've actually already done some house hunting online. We're gonna go to some open houses in Liberty and Blue Springs next week. If we like what we see, we'll make an offer.

Well, I will say it's been great having you and Dermot as roommates. I'm thrilled you won't be far.

Let us know if you need help with anything.

And the night wore on. The friends discussed future plans, he drinks came. They tosted to new beginnings and the company of good friends.

The show started, and the music played, and the credits roll.

The End

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What Should Homeowners Know Before Installing Residential Metal Roofing?

When considering a new roof for your home, residential metal roofing might have crossed your mind. Thanks to its durability and energy efficiency, it's a popular choice for many homeowners. But before you dive in, there are several important factors to consider. In this article, we’ll guide you through everything you need to know about residential metal roofing, ensuring you make a well-informed decision for your home.

Understanding Residential Metal Roofing

Residential metal roofing is about aesthetics and functionality. Metal roofs come in various styles, colors, and finishes, making them an appealing option for homeowners looking to enhance their property. They are typically made from steel, aluminum, or copper, each offering unique benefits.

Durability and Longevity

One of the standout features of residential metal roofing is its impressive durability. Metal roofs can last 40 to 70 years, depending on the material and maintenance. Unlike traditional asphalt shingles, metal roofs can withstand harsh weather conditions, including heavy rain, snow, and strong winds. This longevity can translate to fewer roof replacements over time, making it a wise investment for homeowners.

Energy Efficiency of Metal Roofing

Another key aspect to consider is the energy efficiency of residential metal roofing. While metal doesn't have a high insulation R-value, it can be effectively paired with insulation materials to enhance energy performance. Installing rigid foam insulation beneath your metal roof can significantly reduce heating and cooling costs. Additionally, many metal roofs feature reflective coatings that help keep your home cooler in the summer, reducing reliance on air conditioning.

The Importance of Insulation

Proper insulation is vital when maximizing the benefits of residential metal roofing. Insulation helps maintain your home’s temperature and minimizes noise from rain or hail, making your living space more comfortable. As you plan your roofing project, consider the insulation options available and how they can work with your chosen metal roofing material.

Factors to Consider Before Installation

Before you decide to install a residential metal roof, there are several factors to keep in mind:

Local Climate and Weather Conditions

The climate where you live significantly affects how well a metal roof will perform. If you experience extreme temperatures or heavy precipitation, choosing a roofing material that can handle those conditions is essential. In warmer regions, reflective metal roofing can help keep your home cooler, while proper insulation will help retain heat in colder climates.

Building Regulations and Codes

Every area has specific building codes and regulations that govern roofing materials and installation methods. Before proceeding, check with your local building department to ensure your chosen residential metal roofing complies with these regulations. Please do so to avoid costly fines or complications.

Costs and Budgeting

While residential metal roofing can be more expensive upfront than traditional materials, long-term maintenance and energy bill savings can make it a cost-effective choice. Be sure to budget for the roofing material, insulation, installation, and any necessary upgrades to your home’s infrastructure.

Aesthetic Appeal and Home Value

Consider how residential metal roofing will impact your home’s curb appeal and overall value. Metal roofs are available in various styles, colors, and finishes, allowing you to customize your roof to fit your home's architectural design. A well-chosen metal roof can enhance your property’s value and attract potential buyers if you decide to sell.

Choosing the Right Roofing Contractor

Selecting a qualified contractor is crucial for a successful installation. Look for professionals who specialize in residential metal roofing and have a good reputation in your community. Ask for references, check online reviews, and ensure they are licensed and insured. A skilled contractor will ensure that the installation is done correctly, maximizing the benefits of your new roof.

Exploring Insulation Options

As mentioned earlier, insulation plays a significant role in the performance of residential metal roofing. Here are a few insulation options to consider:

Rigid Foam Insulation: This type of insulation is installed directly under the metal roofing, providing a continuous barrier against heat transfer.

Spray Foam Insulation: This versatile option expands to fill gaps and can improve a home's overall energy efficiency.

Fiberglass Batt Insulation: A traditional choice, fiberglass batts can be installed in the attic or ceiling space to reduce heat loss.

Maintenance and Care for Metal Roofing

While residential metal roofing is low-maintenance, it still requires some care to keep it looking great and performing well. You catch potential issues early with regular, loose seams or debris buildup inspections, and a simple wash with water and mild detergent can also free your roof from dirt and stains.

In summary, residential metal roofing is a durable, energy-efficient option that enhances a home’s value and comfort.You can make an informed decision that best suits your needs by understanding the various factors involved—from the insulated local climate to budgeting and contractor selection.

If you’re ready to explore your options for residential metal roofing, visit Lastime Exteriors today. Our team of professionals is here to help you find energy-efficient roofing solutions tailored to your home. Contact us now to learn more and get started on your roofing project!

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Artvend in situ. I realized my Insta video was being weird here on Tumblr so you're getting more Artvend content.

My ArtVend art vending machine I’ve put some work into weirding up. I really want it to give you those Baba Yaga hut as a vending machine vibes 👁️

I initially covered it with removable wallpaper to make it less plain white, which I may replace with a plain black removable wallpaper or a chalkboard paint.

The “roof” is cardboard, hot glue, a liquid sculpey window, and foam tiles with some scrapbook paper “boards” attached.

The decorations on the actual machine are mixed media polymer clay tiles backed with magnets so they’re removable/modular.

The labels are some fancy label holder for boxes that I also stuck magnets to and the label part is changeable.

I am pretty happy with how this came out. I’m sure I’ll tweak it and maybe find a place to get it out of my house for interactions/vending.

[auckie]

Finished my boys back panel for his new apartment. After it cures more I’m gonna install it, then the drainage layer (which I absolutely don’t need) and then the substrate. I was gonna make the bottom water proof but decided to just go with a protective mat instead. I don’t think I’ll be able to take it apart later but maybe it’ll be like. The last thing I ever move idk. Then Ill put up the UVB, his lamp, I miiiight have a heat mat on the bottom just in case but probably won’t ever use it idk, and finally his giant fucking water dish and ugly bottom hide. Then I’ll see if I can fit some of the roof/side climbing limbs I had planned. Was gonna drill them in but I don’t think the pvc will allow for it. I might try more foam/silicone *and* a bit of drilling, but we’ll see. Then the top leaf coverage (silk plants lol), and finally his giant cork log. I was also planning on putting some tiling over his ugly hide, or just replacing it completely bc he has the wall one plus the log. I also gotta test the weight capacity of the wall log tomorrow after curing. It’s resistant to heavy tugging, and he really doesn’t weigh *that* much but you never know the kind of stress he might put on it. It’s low to the ground so it wouldn’t be catastrophic but it would be difficult to fix. Eventually I would like to go full naturalistic and add plants and bio active substrate. Moving water is beyond my skill capacity/willingness to learn or spend so the static dish will have to do, but I am interested in a mister even tho I know it’s not necessary. He’s been doing well with my humidifier and just some sprays, wet corners, and the dish, but if I do pursue plants it may be crucial. Granted I know scale rot is something people warn about but I figure if I keep it high then I can avoid laden substrate. Plus the drainage layer would help.

I even bought a kitchen scale to weigh him. I was gonna get a temp gun too but that’s kinda absurd since I got like, two different humidity gauges and a temp regulator + thermometer. if I have room I may also try a slight rock border at the bottom of the back panel but I’m not really like. Interested in using foam again, either panel or expanding. Bc it sucks and i despise it. Silicone too honestly, even the aquarium rated stuff which is easier (imo) to get off skin. My dad REALLY wanted to use caulk but I was like hell no. I’ll resort to shelf pins/rivets for support before I try that lol.

I just scrolled up and realized the pic is so dark bc I just turned the overhead light off and didn’t have flash on but I’m so tired and sweaty I don’t care. It’s a cork bark/spanish moss/sphagnum moss back wall but it does just look like a mess of leaves and shit from the pic. I started really clean and then got progressively sloppier as time went on

Here’s a before progress pic SORRY for foot

And here’s snoopert head. He’s getting upgraded from 60 gallon to 120. Tbh if I had the room and money I’d totally have gotten the 240 one

Fuck snoopy

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Can a roofing contractor install energy-efficient roofing?

Considering replacing your roof or building a new one, consider energy efficiency. After all, energy-efficient roofing can help reduce your utility bills, improve the comfort of your home, and even increase its value. But is this something a roofing contractor can handle? The answer is yes, and in this article, we'll walk you through what it means to install an energy-efficient roof and how a professional roofing contractor can help you achieve your goals.

How Can a Roofing Contractor Help You Choose Energy-Efficient Materials?

The materials you choose make a significant difference in energy-efficient roofing. A roofing contractor has the expertise to guide you through the options available, ensuring you select a material that suits your climate, home design, and budget.

Common materials for energy-efficient roofs include metal roofing, which reflects sunlight rather than absorbing it, and asphalt shingles with reflective granules. Other options include tile or slate roofs, which naturally provide excellent insulation. Your roofing contractor will be able to explain the pros and cons of each option, ensuring you make an informed decision.

Energy-efficient materials also come with various certifications, like ENERGY STAR ratings. A roofing contractor will know what to look for to ensure your new roof meets the highest energy-saving standards.

What is the Role of Insulation in Energy-Efficient Roofing?

Roofing materials are important but aren't the only factor to consider. Insulation plays a key role in making a roof energy efficient. A roofing contractor can help you assess your current insulation or install new insulation.

Energy-efficient roofs work by limiting heat transfer between the outside and inside of your home. Insulation helps trap heat during the winter and keeps it out during the summer, reducing the load on your heating and cooling systems. A well-insulated roof can save you money on energy bills all year round.

Your roofing contractor can recommend the right type of insulation for your roof. Options include foam boards, spray foam, and batt insulation, offering varying energy efficiency. The key is to find the right balance between insulation and ventilation, both essential for a long-lasting, energy-efficient roof.

Can a Roofing Contractor Help with Proper Ventilation?

Proper ventilation is often overlooked, but it's critical in energy-efficient roofing. Without adequate ventilation, your roof may trap heat, increasing indoor temperatures and making your HVAC system work harder.

A roofing contractor will evaluate your current ventilation system and recommend upgrades if necessary. Ridge vents, soffit vents, and attic fans are just a few options that can improve airflow and ensure your energy-efficient roofing system works as intended.

When your roof is properly ventilated, hot air escapes in the summer, keeping your home cooler, and moist air is expelled in the winter, preventing condensation and potential damage to your roof structure.

What Are Cool Roof Coatings, and Can a Roofing Contractor Apply Them?

Cool roof coatings are an excellent option if you're not ready to replace your roof but want to improve its energy efficiency. These coatings are designed to reflect more sunlight and absorb less heat than a standard roof. They can be applied to roofing materials, including asphalt shingles, metal, and tile.

A roofing contractor can apply a cool roof coating to your existing roof, helping to reduce heat buildup in your home. This can be a cost-effective way to lower your energy bills without the expense of a full roof replacement. Plus, many cool roof coatings are eligible for rebates or tax credits, adding to the savings.

How Do Energy-Efficient Roofs Benefit the Environment?

Beyond the personal savings on energy bills, installing an energy-efficient roof is also a great way to reduce your environmental footprint. Roofing contractors who specialize in energy-efficient installations understand the importance of sustainability, and they can help you choose eco-friendly materials.

Many energy-efficient roofing options, such as metal and tile, are long-lasting and made from recyclable materials. Cool roofs also reduce the "urban heat island" effect, where cities become hotter than surrounding rural areas due to heat absorption by buildings and roads. By reflecting more sunlight and absorbing less heat, these roofs help lower temperatures in urban areas, contributing to a cooler, more sustainable environment.

By working with a roofing contractor, you can take the first step toward making your home more environmentally friendly and save money.

Can Energy-Efficient Roofs Improve the Longevity of Your Roof?

Another advantage of energy-efficient roofing is that it can extend the life of your roof. When your roof is exposed to less heat and experiences better ventilation, it's less likely to suffer from damage caused by extreme temperatures.

For example, roofing materials like asphalt shingles deteriorate more quickly when exposed to high heat. Installing a cool roof or using reflective materials can reduce the wear and tear on your roof, helping it last longer.

A professional roofing contractor will know how to install materials to optimize durability and efficiency. This means fewer repairs and replacements over the years, saving you money in the long term.

How Does an Energy-Efficient Roof Affect the Value of Your Home?

If you're considering selling your home in the future, an energy-efficient roof can be a significant selling point. More and more people are becoming environmentally conscious and looking for homes with energy-saving features.

A roofing contractor can help you choose a roof that improves your home's energy efficiency and enhances its aesthetic appeal. Energy-efficient roofs come in various styles and colors, allowing you to find an option that complements your home's design while providing the energy-saving benefits you want.

When it's time to sell, an energy-efficient roof can be a major draw for potential buyers, helping your home stand out in a competitive market.

Is Energy-Efficient Roofing Worth the Investment?

Installing an energy-efficient roof might seem like a significant investment upfront, but the long-term savings can make it worth it. A professional roofing contractor can provide an estimate that includes potential energy savings, helping you understand the financial benefits.

An energy-efficient roof can pay for itself over time through lower energy bills, fewer repairs, and increased home value. Plus, some materials and installations may qualify for local or federal incentives, adding to the financial rewards.

Investing in energy-efficient roofing can improve comfort, reduce carbon footprint, and provide long-term financial benefits. A roofing contractor can help you navigate the options and choose the best solution for your home.

How Can You Get Started with Installing Energy-Efficient Roofing?

If you're ready to explore energy-efficient roofing options, the first step is to consult with a qualified roofing contractor. At Lastime Exteriors, we specialize in energy-efficient roofing solutions and can guide you through every step, from selecting materials to ensuring proper insulation and ventilation.

Our team of experienced roofing professionals will take the time to understand your specific needs and recommend solutions that align with your budget and energy-saving goals. Whether you're interested in cool roof coatings, installing a new energy-efficient roof, or upgrading your current insulation and ventilation, we're here to help.

[cascadianights]

At the beginning of November my health and mental health were at some of the worst points in my life. My trailer felt impossible to navigate, with the bed in the dead center and the bedroom full of stuff trying not to mold & mildew (reason the bed wasn't in there!) in an uninsulated unfinished room.

We wanted a trailer to have something that was ours, something we could make functional for Us and change and add to and Own. And then the pandemic happened and the loss of both our healths and lined up jobs with it. And we had to move faster than anticipated with way less supplies than anticipated into a demo-d and hardly rebuilt (just enough to have outer walls) trailer. And then everything was playing catch up with leaking roofs and mildewing moist walls and narrow cramped spaces, on top of deteriorating health that had nothing to do with these problems but was definitely not aided by them.

Anyways at the beginning of November I was deeply suicidal and I had a plan. And. Instead I admitted some of how bad things have been, being too poor to work and too exhausted to work on my living space or even do basic upkeep to it a lot of the time. And people reached out and let me know they cared and the isolating lonely hill I was on was of my own creation. And I decided to try once again to build a life worth living rather than just surviving.

I don't know a lot of how to do that, unable to work in America and in the country we are quickly becoming. But the one thing I could immediately control was the space around me, and I finally had enough salvaged materials saved up for some real work, so

I rebuilt the front wall and parts of the side walls, finished replacing most of the bedroom floor, insulated caulked foamed it all and slapped on some eucaboard walls painted with bright blues and greens from a scrap resale store near the hospital I'm being seen at (every 4-6 months when appointments are available anyways). I brought the bed back in and put up cabinets and made a space where I can actually access my computer and have counseling sessions INDOORS (this is some wifi poverty bullshit for another day). I painted over the original walls, half white from the 90s half a mustard yellow the precious owners had sprayed on haphazardly, and spilled old cans of paint over to mix on the wooden floors. I put up old art and a calendar and a whiteboard on the fridge for notes. I BROUGHT THE FRIDGE. WHICH HAS LIVED OUTSIDE FOR OVER A YEAR (under an awning but through the rain and ice and cold to access every time!)!! iNSIDE!!! I fixed up the wires so they wouldn't get tangled and turned the coffee table to have a big kitchen surface and got rid of old and repeatedly broken things and started experimenting with making dough and deep frying. I washed 2 months of laundry and actually put it away and actually had places to put it all away, and I'm catching up on the dishes. I put tapestries up on the ceiling and sewed lights to them with fishing line.

My body hurts a lot, and has at an even higher level than I'm used to for a while. But for once my brain isn't eating me alive, and things are functional and open and colorful again, and I'm trying to live and improve the moment that's in front of me instead of waiting for things to be perfect to pick up my brush. People care about me. And I'm very stressed about a lot of things, including probably not being able to afford attending my little sister's wedding (or rent this month tbh but I always figure something out even if my body hates me for it). But I'm trying and I'm living in the results of that now instead of the cumulation of Just Getting By in the Grey middle ground, and I'm trying. And I'm trying. And I'm trying. What else can we do

[blackiraven]

Scarecrow had a nightmare for sale!scriddler, if you don't mind.

Of course! Here they are!✍

Ask is still open. If you want a couple of paragraphs from me - welcome!🤗

A match struck. The sound was so loud, but only I could hear it. A small, weak flame was desperately struggling with the thick darkness of the night. But soon I helped the yellowish light turn into a scarlet fire, devouring whole hectares. The darkness dissipated in fright. The old wooden house was completely burned down to the rotten foundation. The whole history of my family, all memories, all kindred blood were destroyed in one night with one match. I'm the only one left. The roof collapsed, fire drops flew in all directions and fell on a huge field. I have given this land almost all my life, but its burning pleased me.

Through the loud crackling of burning wood, screams and cries for help sometimes slipped lost in the fire. All the doors were closed, and I had a heavy bunch of keys. Finally. My torment is over. I got rid of my curse. Burn! Shout! Remember me before your death! Remember everything you've done to me. Call our precious mommy. But this time she won't save her pets, she won't hide them under her skirt, because my hands have previously turned her neck into a flexible rope. Now this creature sleeps forever, and the screeching of her children burning alive has become her last and eternal cradle.

Suddenly, the beautiful and overly bright picture began to change. The fear of tormented souls was replaced by bitterness. Smoking black hands reached out to me, grabbed me and dragged me into the hellfire I had created. No! Let me go! You deserve it! Leave me alone! You should be afraid of me!

"Decided to get rid of us, Johnny? You must be punished! Punished!"

The fire enveloped my body and tore off my skin. Blood boiled and foamed, bones smoldered. Fingers with exposed, sharp and red-hot phalanges clung to my face. My hair burned, my flesh hardened and cracked, blood flooded my whole face and darkened my eyes with a scarlet veil. There was nothing left but to scream in panic at the top of my voice and resist to no avail. The fire ran wild and devoured the boundless field at high speed. My only friends and listeners, a flock of crows, did not have time to fly to a safe place. They, too, disappeared into the sky-reaching wall of fire. No! It shouldn't be like this! They deserve it! Deserved it! My punishments must stop!

"…deserved it!.." stagnant hot air burst out of my chest. The body jumped at once, the hands twitched and squeezed the pillow. The claws almost tore the pillowcase. A dream… just a dream. I grunted with displeasure and rubbed my swollen eyes with my palms.

"It's all in the past… in the past… only I am left." I repeat this several times in order to even out my breathing. Through the slightly open window, a cool wind blew into the room, which soon calmed my inner heat. The drops of sweat dried up, drowsiness gradually returned, but annoying thoughts and throbbing pain did not leave my head. Squinting, I looked around and rummaged a little in the crumpled blanket. Right next to me was Edward, sleeping peacefully. One hand was holding on to the corner of the blanket, the other was raised above his head and laid on the pillow. It's a good thing I didn't wake him up. He worked for a very long time today, I barely managed to get Edward out of his office and persuade him to go to bed. I don't sleep well myself, so when I manage to get enough sleep, I want him to be with me. A calm, even peaceful look, parted lips and a quiet sweet sniff, which immediately began to calm me down. I quietly creep up to Nygma and nuzzle his shoulder. Just need to be patient a little and the pain will go away. It's so nice to have you with me. My hands took his palms by themselves, fingered his thin fingers and sometimes stroked his head. So good. This smell of paper, ink, newspapers and vanilla sugar reminds me that I am no longer alone.

"Mnh… huh? Jonathan?" Edward mumbled softly when I stopped holding back and just hugged him like a favorite toy. My response was silence and a careful kiss on the cheek. "Is everything okay, Jonathan?" he kept talking through his sleep and took my hand. "They… deserved it, didn't they?" I didn't want to say it, but my tongue let me down. Edward immediately woke up and turned to me. "Again?" he asked excitedly. Green eyes glittered in the dark. "Yes…" I didn't deny it. Edward knows that I am sometimes disturbed by such dreams. With a sad sigh, he slowly stretched out his arms. "Come to me, dear." and Edward hugged me and pressed me to his chest. It immediately became very convenient. All sounds were muffled and only the pounding of his heart filled my ears. I hugged Nygma tightly in response, naturally clung to him, wanting to drown in him. Now all thoughts were about Edward. He is so gentle, caring, understanding and all these values go only to me. Sometimes, it's hard for me to believe it. Sometimes, it all seems like a dream too. "It's okay… I'm with you." he whispered gently in my ear and stroked my head and the back of my head. In his arms, all the scars stop hurting, all the dark memories go away. I feel at peace and enjoy every second. "I… love you." "I love you too, my dear."

[diabolus1exmachina]

Maserati MC20 Cielo 

Cielo means “sky” in Italian, and we knew the MC20 Spyder was imminent the moment the company rebooted itself by launching the coupé. What we couldn’t foresee is Maserati’s plan to help supercar drivers get rid of their unfortunate hat choices by introducing a folding hardtop with Polymer-Dispersed Liquid Crystal technology, the more advanced smart glass Mercedes and McLaren customers could only dream of under their less sufficient SPD glass roofs. What’s more, Maserati says the full-electric version of the MC20, the upcoming Folgore will also come first as a Cielo Spyder.

There are two active glass solutions in the luxury automotive segment. The suspended particle roof from automotive supplier Gauzy is transparent when not under power, and can only go from a light 30 percent tint to “a nearly opaque” 95-percent tint. The Maserati glass roof developed by Webasto, however, is fully opaque when the car is parked, going fully transparent if you wish. What’s more, it offers 96-percent ray reflection due to a filter layer at the bottom, alongside better thermal and noise isolation. In practice, it looks something like this from the passenger seat:Operating at speeds up to 31 mph, this 12-second folding roof represents a 143-pound weight penalty over the coupé, not bad at all. The carbon fiber monocoque is layered and foamed differently to maintain a high torsional rigidity, which is also aided by the one-piece aluminum frame of the roof mechanism, bolted in between the monocoque and the rear shock towers. Sixty percent of the spyder’s 3,395 pounds is on the rear axle, which now uses a milder differential ratio as well.The chassis settings, power curves and performance figures remain unchanged. The slightly higher rear section brought a minimal increase in drag, while the springs are a touch stiffer to compensate for the extra weight, aided by more rebound. Being the lifestyle choice, the MC20 Cielo Spyder isn’t here to break track records, yet will still reach 62mph in 3.0 seconds, and keep going until the 200 mph mark.

A popular design feature of the hardtop MC20 happens to be its rear screen with the trident-shaped cutouts that aid cooling of the 3.0-liter twin-turbo V-6. With that piece being replaced by the roof holder and its cover, design chief Klaus Busse and his team went for new boomerang-shaped outlets cut into the side fenders, while engineering came up with deflectors that channel clean air to the intercooler through the equally discreet additional air intakes. Busse explained that while his design team insisted on retaining the MC20’s sleek roofline and clean side profile, engineering got every chance to use the bottom half of the car, finished in carbon fiber instead of body color to optimize aerodynamics, resulting in the retained downforce levels and low drag despite the raised rear panel.

Optionally, for those who miss the rear screen, Maserati is offering a large titan finish Trident logo sticker on the roof cover panel, which screams MASERATI at everybody driving behind when the roof is raised or dropped. It's also something of a visual trick to hide the cover’s extra volume.

[jlcroofinginc]

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[darkeeveeanimatesus]

Fnaf ruin sun/moon angst

Sun lay in the corner of the destroyed pizza place, surrounded by the rubble that used to be the daycare center. His eyes, while one still glowing bright with a soft blue hue, were also filled with sorrow. They no longer had the same playful spark they used to, now replaced by sadness and a type of resignation. Sun was alone in every way; he was a guardian without a child, a protector without someone to protect. He had been abandoned, cast aside as the world changed around him, and that loneliness had left its mark on him. Physically and mentally. The earthquake that destroyed his home took away most of his right leg. He hated thinking of the agony of trying desperately to pull himself from the piece of the ceiling that crushed it. He was terrified every time he looked down and saw the mangled metal nub. He didn’t understand how, but it hurt. Every part of him ached. But most of all, he felt the pain of battles waged inside his mind. He could feel Moon clawing at his insides, trying to overpower him and rule over him mercilessly. It was like a daily battle for control, and Sun was losing. The strain of constantly pushing Moon away was slowly become too much. The daycare attendant cuddled up as close as he could to one of the only lights that still somehow managed to be lit. “Light on… light good…. Moon can’t be free as long as it stays on.” He whimpered. He retracted into himself; burying his face in his knees as his arms hugged them tightly. He finally let it out and sobbed as he remembered all the children who had found solace here, but were now gone. It seemed his only purpose was to remain here and fight, and yet he was failing at that too. As he wept in the silence, Sun began to accept the fact that any chance he had of happiness had gone. Thinking of this, Sun found himself crying harder as the misery overtook him. He was all alone, and it was all his fault. No… It was Moon’s fault. HE was the one who started acting up. HE was the one who nearly slaughtered Gregory. Granted, that child was a no-good rule breaker, but still! They were programmed to never hurt a child; not even think of it! Sun used to love turning into Moon to help the children with nap time. His cool blue eyes were so soothing to fall asleep too. But now they were as red as a blood moon. He was no longer his peaceful brother, but rather a monster that was ravenously trying to be the sole wielder of their body. He wanted to make sure Sun never took control again. He could NOT let that happen. Who knows what he would do running around unsupervised?! What if he harms more innocent people? More innocent children?! POSSIBLE NEW FRIENDS?!?? Oh, the thought was unbearable! Sun stayed curled up next to the light for what seemed like an eternity, just desperately trying to think happy thoughts. Eventually, he began to ache from sitting in the same position for what was probably over 2 days. He angled the light down at a downed playground tube and walked towards it. It was a blue crawl tube that had practically no roof. Inside was a collection of pillows, blankets, and foam from the inside of the giant plush building blocks. The exhausted animatronic crawled in and curled up. “Come on Moon… please stop fighting. We’re in our bed now- just please stop.” “Never...” A voice echoed in his head. “I’ll only rest once I’m the one in control. No more sun…” Sun glanced up at the suspended spotlight aimed at them. “You can’t come out. As long as I stay in the light, you’ll be kept at bay.” The sinister voice gave a chuckle. “We both know that whatever is working that singular light is going to run out of power eventually. This place hasn’t exactly been paying the electrical bills recently. That light WILL shut off. And when it does- no more Mr. Sun…” The daycare attendant felt a wave of darkness and pain wash over him as the lone light flickered at the end of Moon’s threat. He knew he was right. But for now- he just had to fight it a little bit longer. Even if the fighting tore them into a million pieces!

Moon would not win.

[accessdoorsandpanels]

Insulation 101: Benefits and Types of Insulation

Commercial building owners invest in quality insulation materials because of their numerous benefits. Insulation helps enhance the overall performance of any commercial building, decreases harmful greenhouse gas emissions, and helps keep your energy bills from increasing.  

In addition, adding insulation to your establishment can also reduce the number of noises coming in and out. This is beneficial mainly for establishments that require better acoustics or sound barriers. Let's learn more about the different types of insulation material available now.

Batt Insulation

Professionals use batt insulation efficiently, one of the most affordable options available today. It comes with two options; with or without facing. Professionals must place this per specifications to resist water vapor transfer. Most insulation today contains recycled materials such as sand. Fiberglass also includes sand which is an environmentally friendly content source.

Batt insulation can either be fiberglass, cotton, or stone wool blankets. Fiberglass is the most common type out of the rest. It is the perfect insulation for attics, walls, ceilings, crawl spaces, and basements.

Blown-in Insulation

When it comes to blown-in insulation, proper installation is a must. Professionals should utilize special equipment and safety measures to ensure long-term function. In addition to being primarily recycled, cellulose blown-in insulation also contains fire-retardant properties. It also resists insects, rodents, and mold and impressively creates a good sound barrier. Once the professionals finish the application, there are also available products with insulation that you can incorporate to enhance your commercial building, such as an insulated roof hatch.

Spray Foam Insulation

If you prefer an insulation material that forms an air barrier, then spray foam insulation should be the option on your list. This material can effectively cover your walls, floors, and ceiling cavities against air movement. This includes spaces around electrical outlets, light fixtures, and walls that meet windows and doors.

Professionals use spray foams in open cavities, like in new construction, crawl spaces, rim joists, and attics. You can also use this on remodeled homes. You can apply the spray foam if the cavities are unrestricted and accessible. Here are the two varieties of spray-foam insulation;

Closed-cell SPF- is a type of spray foam insulation that adds structural strength and is a rigid, vapor-resistant foam that doesn't require replacement in case of a flood.

Open-cell SPF- spray foam insulation that offers identical insulation advantages but does not act as a water barrier or vapor retarder.

Air Sealing

Controlling the air leakage of an establishment is critical to effective insulation. You can do a great job protecting an establishment, but if air can seep through gaps or cracks in the building envelope, you lose your valuable heated or conditioned air.

Concrete Block Insulation

A concrete block's center contains insulating materials such as polystyrene, polyisocyanurate or polyiso, and polyurethane. The hollow centers of concrete blocks can be filled by pouring and injecting loose foam beads or liquid foam. Some professionals create concrete blocks that support rigid foam inserts.  

Reflective System

Unlike most typical insulation, which resists convective and conductive heat flow, reflective insulation works by reflecting radiant heat away from your commercial building. These insulation types are best for hot and humid climates, primarily if you have cooling air ducts in the attic. According to research, radiant barriers can lower cooling costs by up to 5% to 10% when utilized in a warm, sunny temperature.  

There are still other insulation options available. Ensure to collaborate well with your architect, engineer, or contractor to choose the best insulation option based on your commercial building's needs and your project budget.  

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[lastimeexteriors-nebraska]

Can Residential Metal Roofing Be Installed Over Plywood?

Are you considering upgrading your roof and wondering about the benefits of residential metal roofing? If you’re looking for a durable, energy-efficient solution that contributes to a greener planet, metal roofing might be the perfect fit for your home. This article will explore whether residential metal roofing can be installed over plywood and the advantages and considerations associated with this option. By the end, you’ll understand how to approach your roofing project better.

Understanding Residential Metal Roofing

Residential metal roofing has gained popularity in recent years for good reason. Made from materials like steel, aluminum, or copper, these roofs are aesthetically pleasing and incredibly functional. One of the standout features of metal roofing is its longevity; many metal roofs can last 40 years or longer with proper care. This durability translates into fewer replacements and repairs over time, ultimately saving homeowners money.

Benefits of Installing Over Plywood

You might wonder why installing residential metal roofing over plywood is an option. Here are some of the benefits:

Solid Foundation: Plywood provides a strong, stable surface for your metal roofing. This added rigidity helps maintain the roof's shape and mitigate issues like warping or sagging over time.

Ease of Installation: Metal roofing over plywood simplifies the process. The plywood acts as a deck, making securing the metal panels properly easier.

Improved Insulation: As discussed in the background information, insulation plays a vital role in energy efficiency. Plywood can serve as a base layer for insulation materials, helping to keep your home comfortable year-round.

Moisture Barrier: When combined with appropriate underlayment, plywood can help create a moisture barrier, reducing the risk of leaks and water damage.

Preparing for Installation

Before diving into the installation process, you should take a few steps to ensure everything goes smoothly.

Cleaning the Surface

Whether you’re worth an existing roof or starting fresh, cleaning the surface is essential. Remove debris, dirt, and old roofing materials to create a clean foundation for your metal roofing.

Assess Plywood Condition

If you’re installing over existing plywood, you’ll want to inspect it thoroughly. Check for signs of rot, warping, or damage. Sound plywood is crucial for a successful installation. If you notice any issues, it may be wise to replace the damaged sections before proceeding.

House Wrap Installation

Add a layer of house wrap or building paper over the plywood to enhance moisture resistance. This will help protect the plywood from moisture intrusion and contribute to the overall durability of your roofing system.

Installing Insulation

If you want to maximize energy efficiency, installing insulation beneath your residential metal roofing is smart. A few options exist, including fiberglass batts.

Rigid Board Insulation

For those installing new metal roofing, rigid foam boards are an excellent choice. Here’s how to incorporate them:

Prepare the Surface: Make sure the plywood is clean and dry.

Install the Plywood: If not already done, lay plywood over the rafters and secure it with nails.

Add House Wrap: Place a layer of house wrap over the plywood to protect against moisture.

Install Foam Boards: Cut the rigid foam boards to size and place them over the house wrap, ensuring a snug fit.

Fiberglass Batts

If you use fiberglass batts, consider combining them with foam insulation for optimal performance. Here’s how to do it:

Fit the Batt: Place fiberglass batts between the rafters, ensuring they are not compacted.

Cover with Rigid Board: After the batts are in place, add rigid board insulation for increased thermal performance.

Final Steps: Installing the Residential Metal Roofing

Once your insulation is in place, it's time to install the metal roof panels. Follow these steps for a successful installation:

Following Manufacturer Instructions

Each metal roofing product has specific installation guidelines. Always refer to the manufacturer’s instructions to ensure correct installation.

Securing the Panels

Begin at the lowest point of your roof and work your way up. Secure the metal panels to the plywood, ensuring they overlap correctly to prevent water ingress.

Finishing Touches

Once all the panels are in place, add any necessary finishing touches, such as trim and flashing, to enhance the roof’s appearance and functionality.

Considerations Before Installing

Before you embark on your metal roofing project, there are a few considerations to keep in mind:

Local Building Codes: Check with your local building department to ensure your installation meets all code requirements.

Climate Considerations: Depending on your climate, you may opt for specific insulation or roofing materials that better suit your needs.

Professional Assistance: If you need clarification on any aspect of the installation, consider consulting with a professional. They can offer guidance tailored to your specific situation.

Installing residential metal roofing over plywood is possible and can also be a smart choice for homeowners seeking durability, energy efficiency, and aesthetic appeal. With proper preparation and attention to detail, you can enjoy all the benefits of metal roofing while enhancing your home's value and comfort.

Are you ready to take the next step in your roofing project? Visit Lastime Exteriors today to explore our services and learn more about energy-efficient roofing solutions tailored to your needs. Let’s create a roof that protects your home and contributes to a sustainable future!

[leahstuff]

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My #ArtVend art vending machine I’ve put some work into weirding up. I really want it to give you those Baba Yaga hut as a vending machine vibes 👁️ @theartvendmachine

I initially covered it with removable wallpaper to make it less plain white, which I may replace with a plain black removable wallpaper or a chalkboard paint.

The “roof” is cardboard, hot glue, a liquid sculpey window, and foam tiles with some scrapbook paper “boards” attached.

The decorations on the actual machine are mixed media polymer clay tiles backed with magnets so they’re removable/modular.

The labels are some fancy label holder for boxes that I also stuck magnets to and the label part is changeable.

I am pretty happy with how this came out. I’m sure I’ll tweak it and maybe find a place to get it out of my house for interactions/vending.

[aonoexpat]

Road trip - Day 6 (part 1/2)

15-04-2023

It took me a moment to find the time to finish this little road trip series, but here it is: the finale (part 1, in true SnK fashion)!

Day 6 started off on an incredibly high note, because our first stop was one I'd been waiting for since before I even got to Aotearoa: Hobbiton, the film set for The Shire. More specifically, The Shire as depicted in the Hobbit movies, because the one from the Lord Of The Rings got largely taken down after filming. The gift shop and cafe at the beginning already created a wonderfully magical atmosphere, but the real butterflies hit me when the tour bus came to pick us up:

It drove us across the beautiful hills of the Alexander estate, as we listened to the movie soundtrack and a special welcome message from Sir Peter Jackson himself, and I have to admit I got a bit teary-eyed when we caught the first glance of The Green Dragon and the stone bridge leading up to it. They showed some scenes from the movies in the bus, and then we arrived at the entrance to Hobbiton!

We passed through the little gully that the first Hobbit movie sees Bilbo running through, the contract billowing behind him as he shouts "I'm going on an adventure!", and I will forever curse the fact that I didn't think to recreate that moment with a photo. I was a bit distracted by the weather because at this point it had started to rain, and rain quite a lot. But that didn't spoil our fun, no, it actually made the grass and the vegetable gardens look lush and full of colour 💚

We got to see over 40 hobbit holes if I remember correctly, all but one of them simply facades with no interiors, but there was no way to tell. The attention to detail in the entire set was baffling, with each hobbit hole having tell-tale signs of its inhabitant's profession:

Even the lichen on the wooden fences was put there deliberately with a concrete mix. And the most impressive fake feature of all: the big oak tree on top of Bag End. It was recreated after the oak tree in the Lord Of The Rings movies, which Sir Peter Jackson found somewhere else, cut down, and placed on top of the Baggins' hobbit hole. He didn't bother to replant it, so it tragically died after they shot the movies. He needed an exact replica for the Hobbit movies, no similar tree would be good enough. So he had his people build this one from a steel base and expanding foam, and - get this - a quarter of a million hand-painted leaves, which had to be painstakingly wired on one by one. Due to Sir Peter Jackson falling ill, they had to stop filming for about six months, and when they got back to the set the leaves had been bleached by the hot Aotearoa sun, so they had to all be taken down and replaced 😬 which had to be done a couple more times since then! The budget must have been through the grassy roof 😳

By the time the sun finally broke through, we got to walk across the (also fake) stone bridge next to the mill and grab a complimentary drink at the Green Dragon:

On the way back I genuinely felt quite sad to go. A place like that successfully makes you believe such an idyllic little village could exist and you'll never be truly happy until you live in one (even when you know damn well it takes a full team of gardeners and landscapers and caretakers and builders to keep it looking like that). Instead I had to make do with a cute little postcard from the gift shop and the vow I'd save all the pictures I took to use as inspiration for when I get to decorate my own place some day 🙏

Since Tumblr only lets me post 10 photos per post, we'll have to continue this series finale in a part 2...