#pioneers heating and air

[pioneer-heating-and-cooling]

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[reasonsforhope]

"A century of gradual reforestation across the American East and Southeast has kept the region cooler than it otherwise would have become, a new study shows.

The pioneering study of progress shows how the last 25 years of accelerated reforestation around the world might significantly pay off in the second half of the 21st century.

Using a variety of calculative methods and estimations based on satellite and temperature data from weather stations, the authors determined that forests in the eastern United States cool the land surface by 1.8 – 3.6°F annually compared to nearby grasslands and croplands, with the strongest effect seen in summer, when cooling amounts to 3.6 – 9°F.

The younger the forest, the more this cooling effect was detected, with forest trees between 20 and 40 years old offering the coolest temperatures underneath.

“The reforestation has been remarkable and we have shown this has translated into the surrounding air temperature,” Mallory Barnes, an environmental scientist at Indiana University who led the research, told The Guardian.

“Moving forward, we need to think about tree planting not just as a way to absorb carbon dioxide but also the cooling effects in adapting for climate change, to help cities be resilient against these very hot temperatures.”

The cooling of the land surface affected the air near ground level as well, with a stepwise reduction in heat linked to reductions in near-surface air temps.

“Analyses of historical land cover and air temperature trends showed that the cooling benefits of reforestation extend across the landscape,” the authors write. “Locations surrounded by reforestation were up to 1.8°F cooler than neighboring locations that did not undergo land cover change, and areas dominated by regrowing forests were associated with cooling temperature trends in much of the Eastern United States.”

By the 1930s, forest cover loss in the eastern states like the Carolinas and Mississippi had stopped, as the descendants of European settlers moved in greater and greater numbers into cities and marginal agricultural land was abandoned.

The Civilian Conservation Corps undertook large replanting efforts of forests that had been cleared, and this is believed to be what is causing the lower average temperatures observed in the study data.

However, the authors note that other causes, like more sophisticated crop irrigation and increases in airborne pollutants that block incoming sunlight, may have also contributed to the lowering of temperatures over time. They also note that tree planting might not always produce this effect, such as in the boreal zone where increases in trees are linked with increases in humidity that way raise average temperatures."

-via Good News Network, February 20, 2024

[philbridges]

Installing Mini Split Head

We’re installing another head for the mini-split ac. Pioneer Inverter Ultra High Efficiency Heat Pump 3 head mini split. Where this head is going: tongue-and-groove ceiling, metal roof of the original mobile home. Then you have the roof that covers the old mobile home and all the additions. Not something most will run into, but maybe it will help you out. ⏱️⏱️Chapters⏱️⏱️00:00 Intro00:12 Bit of…

[blogs-hvac]

Pioneer Heating in San Gabriel Valley, Ca: Improve the Energy Efficiency of Heating Systems and Water Heaters

One of the most effective strategies to improve the energy efficiency of heating systems and water heaters is through technology upgrades and advancements. Older heating systems and water heaters tend to be less energy-efficient and consume more power than their modern counterparts. Replacing outdated models with newer, more energy-efficient ones can result in substantial energy savings. For instance, upgrading to high-efficiency condensing boilers or tankless water heaters can improve energy efficiency by up to 30% compared to conventional systems.

Another crucial aspect to consider is proper maintenance and regular servicing of pioneer air conditioning service in San Gabriel Valley, CA systems and water heaters. Ensuring that these systems are operating at their optimal level can prevent energy wastage and reduce the need for costly repairs. Regular maintenance, such as cleaning and replacing air filters, inspecting heating elements, and flushing sediment from water heaters, can go a long way in maintaining peak efficiency.

Smart and programmable thermostats also play a vital role in optimizing energy use. These advanced devices allow users to set heating schedules based on occupancy and preferences, reducing energy consumption during periods of low demand. Additionally, some smart thermostats use machine learning algorithms to learn household patterns and automatically adjust temperatures for maximum efficiency, providing significant energy savings over time.

Insulation is an often-overlooked aspect that significantly impacts the efficiency of heating systems and water heaters. Properly insulating walls, pipes, and water tanks prevents heat loss, enabling systems to operate more efficiently and consume less energy to maintain desired temperatures. Installing insulation in attics and crawl spaces can further improve overall energy efficiency, keeping the indoor environment comfortable while minimizing energy wastage.

Another innovative approach to enhancing efficiency is the integration of renewable energy sources with heating systems and water heaters. Solar water heaters, for example, harness the sun's energy to heat water, drastically reducing reliance on traditional energy sources. Moreover, heat pumps, which can be powered by renewable electricity, provide a highly efficient way to heat homes and water by transferring heat from one area to another.

Improving the energy efficiency of heating systems and water heaters is a crucial step towards achieving energy conservation and sustainability. By adopting strategies such as technology upgrades, regular maintenance, smart thermostats, insulation, and renewable energy integration, we can significantly reduce energy consumption and mitigate environmental impacts. It is imperative that individuals, businesses, and governments work together to embrace these strategies, as collective action is essential in preserving our planet for future generations.

[thebibliosphere]

Joy I have to ask - what temperature do you think it is inside Wayne Manor?

Is it essentially outside temperature except where the fireplaces are? Does Alfred have a one man war against climate change? Is that why Bruce spends so much time in the basement?

Depending on which timeline you follow, Wayne Manor was built in the late 1800s. Having worked in giant historical homes, I'm telling you now it's a fucking pain in the ass to update the heating systems in those buildings. I know we've got comic book logic to contend with, and they've got massive generators in the basement to keep the cave running (sometimes it's turbines powered by the water flowing through the caves), but I also think it's plausible that to avoid damaging the historical facade of the building, you might walk around the house and see box fans shoved into the window frames during the summer because fuuuuck trying to install modern AC through 18th-century brickwork.

As for heat, well, for a frame of reference, the James J Hill house up here in MN—built roughly around the same time during the Gilded Age when the Waynes were pioneering industry in Gotham—was forced to rely on a boiler roughly the size of a steam engine to heat the house and used 250 tons of coal each year to keep it warm. That boiler provided hot water and ambient heat through steam radiators, but they also still had fireplaces in almost every room to try and compensate for the winter. The house was updated for modern heating and air conditioning within the last 40 years, but with a house that size and ceilings so tall, it's not particularly efficient. They still rely on box fans and space heaters to keep the space habitable during summer and winter.

New Jersey is not as far north as Minnesota, but the temperatures can still drop comparably low, especially when you factor in the seafront Gotham is on. So, while I do think they likely upgraded the heating systems at some point (they can't keep guzzling through coal like that), I also can't help but feel it's got to be cold as hell in that house unless they're being meticulous about lighting fires and airing every room out to prevent damp.

Because that's another thing. If you're not keeping your stone house warm, you risk damp and water damage, and I feel like Alfred would rather gnaw off his own arm than let Wayne Manor crumble to dust with black mold festering in the original French plaster.

So he's not so much fighting a one-man war against climate change as he's fighting a one-man war to keep the house dry. He's walking through rooms no one even uses, making sure the steam radiators are working and opening the windows a crack to let the condensation out.

Is he also turning off all the light switches as he goes? Yes. Is he always yelling, "Why is every screen in this house turned on if no one is using them?" also, yes.

Is Bruce also down in the cave huddled under an extra cape, overclocking the batcomputer to stay warm? Also a distinct possibility.

[fadelbison]

can't imagine being aof nopparnach award winning pioneer in thai queer cinema, creative pillar of one of the biggest production houses in the country and also responsible for a range of some of the worst branded pair goof ups to just plain silly in what I can only describe are calculated risks he willingly took????

like imagine being so good at your job that you convince a worryingly big ghost ship to be brought into the branded pair scene officially only for you to convince them to reprise their roles AGAIN for the sake of the craft AFTER a really public blow out all of it leading into the worst fan reaction to a branded pair break up since probably freaking mewgulf.

he was so high off his pairing success with EM during ATOTS that he flew right into the heart of the sun during MLC leading to The Most Prolonged fight between a branded pair who were also Pretending That Everything Was Just Fine simply because they had to promo this show and could NOT for the life of them take any time apart to freaking think. like did you guys know that Mix wasn't even his first choice for ATOTS? He just saw how gay Earth was for Mix and said okay lets explore this further and he explored them right into couples therapy.

he clocked that unhinged sexual tension in First and Khaotung and did not even audition them for The Eclipse. Just handed them over to P'Golf like harness this and harness that they (P'Golf) did! Then he wrote in their characters being in love into MLC even before The Eclipse had aired because the decisions he makes in life can only be swayed by unhinged sexual tension and nothing so trivial as commercial success or fan preferences. And then they (FK) were handed over to his (Aof's) best friend (Jojo) who then rebranded them into The GMM High Heat pair and they've now gone from the threeway kiss fanservice guys to peeing separation anxiety all over social media because Khaotung has a solo concert abroad and dear god how will he ever figure out how to feed and dress himself without First.

and now he has written an RPF script for the comeback of The BL Prototype Daddies at the behest of one of the actors themselves, reimagining their real life story as exes having gone through a bad breakup. great good surely nothing will go wrong.

[strangelittlestories]

In the Draco-Technocracy, most communications are sent by digital transfer or long-distance memory modification.

These methods, of course, are routinely monitored by corporations' oversight divisions (and their undersight divisions, for more hellish communiques).

However, for the enterprising anarchist, there is a way to send unmonitored mail.

There are various draconic couriers who fly across the land delivering packages, signed documents, bombs, and other corporeal deliveries. Their cargo is rigorously checked at take-off, but the security at each stop (given there are so many) is considerably lower.

So, if you are in possession of a modified rocket launcher, jury-rigged catapult, or even an enchanted heat-seeking paper aeroplane ... you can perhaps sneak a message into the courier's delivery bag.

You have to hand it to the punks, rebels and grifters who pioneered this method; it is one of my favourite hacks (and, if you're posting fanfiction, it's also one of my favourite slashes).

This method has, of course, been dubbed: the surface-to-air missive.

[useless-catalanfacts]

A pianist in a room of the old hospital. Photo by ivanbrns on Instagram.

The Hospital de la Santa Creu i Sant Pau was built in 1905 in Barcelona (Catalonia). Designed by Lluís Domènech i Montaner, one of the most famous architects of the Catalan modernist style, it was a public hospital designed to offer patients a healthy and beautiful environment with good air circulation and natural light. It was a pioneering hospital in many regards, including underground heating.

Nowadays, hospitals use a lot of machinery that made the building obsolete. In 2009, a new modern hospital was built to replace this one. Now, the modernist building can be visited and is also the setting of cultural events such as concerts.

[notiddygothgf]

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 !

synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband.)

pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader, light takeomi x reader content warning: smut, porn with some plot, car sex, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, sexual tension, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse. word count: 1.4k authors note: LOTS OF SMUT!! cw lol very detailed very sexy sex

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven

THREE: TAKE IT

"OH MY GOD," You giggled, swatting at the air between the two of you. “There’s no way you seriously believe that.”

Somewhere over the course of the last… however long it had been, the two of you moved to the back of the car, where your bodies were tilted towards one another, his arm strewn over the back of your seat while your legs were tossed over his. You hadn’t smoked in a while, just letting the effects of the weed roll over you in warm, wonderful waves. It was Waka who took the next hit

Waka blew smoke off to the side. “Cry about it,” he retorted. “My turn. What constellation is that? Up there?”

You followed his gaze. Honestly, you were having a bit of trouble  seeing the stars right now. Everything felt different. Your skin was buzzing, your face was a little hot, and your head felt light. Still, you took the joint to your lips and took another hit. “Leo.”

Silence.

“Wrong,” He sighed, gently taking it back. “Big dipper. Your turn.”

“Hmm…” you began to rack your brain for the next question you would ask. While your brain put itself into overdrive, your eyes wandered over to the gentle grip Waka had on the joint the two of you were sharing. How he let it hang loose from his lips. “Is Waka your real name?”

He sucked in through a small grin. He held for a second or two but made no effort to blow the smoke out, letting it pour from his lips like honey while he uttered the words; “Wakasa. Imaushi Wakasa.”

“Ima… uushi…” You sounded it out. You couldn’t explain it, but it felt like you were listening to someone else talking and pioneering your body. Leaning towards the dastardly handsome man, you let a fit of giggles overcome you. “Imaushi.”

His pretty lips curled into another smirk and, fuck, if you hadn’t been melting into your seat for the past half hour already, you sure as hell were now. Your head dropped down a little on its own, touching dangerously close to his shoulder, but quickly picked itself back up. 

 “Sounds prettier when you say it,” Wakasa had remarked.

He helped himself to another lengthy hit. And, shit, at this point in the evening, he could’ve hit something else, if you know what I’m saying.

Following the common pattern of the evening of letting words come from your mouth, you let another question come out. “Do you think I’m pretty, Imaushi Wakasa?”

Wakasa handed you the joint. His head was tilted down a little. His eyes – pink, hazy as he peered up at you through half-lidded eyes and pretty lashes. His tongue flitted out for a brief little moment to wet his lips. Frankly, you couldn’t blame him. Lord knew your mouth was just as dry… one could say that, with the heat pricking at the back of your neck all of a sudden, you were… thirsty. A weak grin flashed his pearly whites at you. “It’s still my turn,” He chuckled. “But, yes. I do.”

Deep down you knew you were making a fool of yourself. But it was just something about it that made you care a little less – it, of course, being everything. The ambiance, the steamy rear seat, the tension, the way Wakasa’s tired, downturned eyes – which were tinted pink now – seemed to pull you apart at the seams.

“Come sit in my lap, doll,” He teased. “You’re too far.”

Your heart squeezed almost painfully at his words. The thought of being so close to him… it nearly drove you mad. You almost couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 

Almost.

Once again rather obediently, you folded your legs beneath you and crawled into the man’s lap. You let them settle around his warm waist. You had thought about being up this close more than your fair share of times but, shit, now that you were actually here you didn’t know what to do. Taking one of your hands off of his shoulder, you took the joint from Wakasa and pulled a hit from it.

“You want something,” Wakasa remarked, leaning forward. “You’re thinking about it.”

Lukewarm smoke fell out of your mouth almost drunkenly. “Want what?” You traded the joint for the millionth time. 

“That is the question,” His eyes flitted down to your lips – briefly – before settling on your eyes. “What do you want?”

“Is that your 19 th question?” You teased after a small pause. A grin made its way onto your face. One which Wakasa mirrored. 

“It is,” He replied. Maintaining intense eye contact once again, he licked his lips, wrapping them around the small end of the joint. He used only two fingers to pinch it this time – being that it was just about as big as his fingers at that point – and his eyes drank you up.

If you looked any longer, you would close the gap between the two of you and do something you would regret. So you averted your eyes.

In a brief moment’s width, strong hands had found their way over to your chin, and your gaze had been brought right on back to his. After blowing smoke in your face, he reapproached you. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.” He reaffirmed. “What do you want?”

Still, his hands found yours to pass the joint off to you one last time. 

“Would it be promiscuous of me to say you ?” You asked.

This time, you didn’t take a hit. Instead, you held it back up to his mouth, watching the sinful way his lips wrapped around it, watching him savor one last long drag while those devilish eyes of his tore your resolve to shreds. The way he was looking up at you would make a saved man succumb to the devil.

He brought your face closer to his. His thumb moved over the sensitive skin of your lower lip, pulling it down like he was asking for entrance. You let your mouth fall open ever so slightly, and he inched even closer to you. This time, when the smoke came, he blew it slowly into your mouth. Lips ghosting over him, you let it happen.

But he never moved back.

“Not if the feeling’s mutual,” He murmured, so close now that you could feel the warmth of his breath tickling your nose. “You want me, baby?”

You didn’t dare to move. The answer left your mouth before you could even think twice about it, though it was not much louder than a whisper. “Yes…”

And that was all it took. Before you knew it, his arm had made its way around your lower back while he leaned forward to snuff the joint out – without looking, somehow, like he’d done this before – and his lips were on yours like a man who’d been starving for food.

You pressed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling him bring you even closer. This was moving fast, and you weren’t sure you hated it. Still, his tongue slid across your wet lips and you knew better than to deny him entrance. Deepening the kiss, you tangled your fingers in his buttery golden locks.

It continued for a few more minutes this way, with him deepenening the kiss and your arms exploring the valleys and curves of his body through the fabric. 

In one swift move, he scooped you into his hands, gripping the meat of your ass and pulling you right up against his hips. Instinctively, you rutted down against him.

Wakasa’s lips parted to release a quiet sigh. One of his hands slid over the supple fat of your thighs, moving over your trembling waist, while the other remained on your lower back, encouraging every roll of your hips against his own.

“ Jesus ,” he hummed, but didn’t press further. 

His hands placed themselves on your shoulders, one reaching for the zipper to pull it down while the other nudged the warm fabric off of you. When it fell to the floor, revealing the outfit you had on underneath, Wakasa sat back to admire you, tired, hungry eyes raking themselves over your indecent form. 

He raised a brow. “Lingerie?” He mused. “For me?”

You followed his gaze down to your chest. A black, lacy corset top, a lacy thong and some garter belts cupping your thighs. 

“For you,” You said, ignoring the shame that threatened to gnaw at you.

"For you,"  Takeomi said, watching you push the gift bag to the side and lift the lacy fabric up to the ceiling to get a better look at it.

You grinned, laying the corset down on your lap. "I love it."

Wakasa’s eyes dropped down to the lace cloth on your chest. He licked his lips before getting to work, placing gentle kisses all over your clavicle and then further down to your breasts. His arm snaked around your rear side, holding your waist. His fingers pushed the strap off of your left shoulder.

Feeling him nudge the fabric aside with his nose and make way for a whole new entourage of hot, open-mouthed kisses, you began digging your nails into his shoulders, tugging at the sleeves of his tee.

He let you push him back against the seat. He let your hands shove his hoodie off of his shoulder – hell, he helped you take it off, and he held his arms above his head while you pulled the tee over and off of him. The sight you were met with made your gut churn with desire. A pair of well-defined pecs, an eight-pack, and two strong, muscular arms. He was covered in tattoos from shoulder to shoulder.

Leaving little time to sit and admire, Wakasa pressed forward again, tugging the corset down around your waist. It was cold outside – so very cold, but he didn’t let you feel the chill. He cupped your breast with a large, warm hand. He slipped the other into his mouth. You arched up into him.

He let his tongue roll over your nipple – feeling you grind your hips down into him – and then around it. You careened into his touch.

“I’ve barely even started with you,” The man said, though the sound was muffled by your skin against his teeth. His breath was hot and ragged, fanning against your skin with a purpose. In one motion, he moved his lips from your breasts to the skin above your sternum, settling them there and pressing a small kiss. “Pretty girl… so sensitive.”

His hand snaked its way down over your hips. Slim, experienced fingers slid beneath the hem of the little skirt you were wearing, tracing the lace on top of your navel down to the warm wetness that had begun to seep through it. Noticing the way your hips stuttered over his warm palm, he glanced up at you. His eyes, low with desire, foreshadowed his next words. 

“You want?”

You said nothing – out of embarrassment, of course, but your body language was a dead giveaway. Waka grinned, letting a finger ghost over the print in your panties. He stayed there for a moment, rubbing in a gentle, circular motion – tantalizingly slow, enough to drive you mad – while his lips sucked gently on yours. You found yourself melting into him entirely. Desperate for some form of friction, you began to grind down on him; his hand, his lap. It could have been the weed, or maybe it was the steamy back seat of the car the two of you had just hot-boxed: either way, you felt delightfully lightheaded.

“Mmmh,” you purred. 

He pulled his hand out from beneath you, putting some space between the two of you to nudge your lips open with two of his fingers. Wordlessly, you took the two digits into your mouth, running your tongue over his knuckles and sucking on them – getting them nice and wet with spit. 

“Good girl,” He praised. It sent a shiver down your spine. “Didn’t even have to ask.”

With that, he pulled the wet digits out of your mouth with a quiet “pop”. He brought them back down under your skirt and, before long, you felt him nudge your lace panties to the side. The cold hit you for a brief moment, but then you felt the first finger slide over your soaked cunt, over your aching clit, and you couldn’t focus on anything else.

“ F-Fuck ,” You lurched forward, digging your nails deeper into the bare meat of his shoulders. The sensations, the feelings… It had never felt this strong before. 

“So wet for me,” he remarked. He swiped some of your wetness onto his finger, using the slick of your arousal to press on your swollen clit. He teased you there again in gentle circles, going in for a few more open-mouthed kisses before dipping back down to the hole. He leaned forward to capture your lips.

And then, with no further warning, he slipped his finger in.

“ Oh-! ” You gasped. It was muffled, nothing more than a quiet cry silenced by the devilish onslaught of his lips dancing with yours like making a mess out of you was his job – and then you felt the pressure of his hand against your throat. That, combined with the feeling of his finger curling inside of you, brushing against your tender walls… you were reduced to a babbling mess in a matter of seconds.

“Take it, baby,” He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, on the other side. His words, slightly slurred, were hot against your skin. “Just like that.”

He slipped another finger in. And then, like the obedient little slut you were, you rode his pretty fingers, feeling the slow pull and drag of them against your insides. When he scissored his fingers inside, you could feel yourself being stretched open. It felt so full, so good, you couldn’t help but yearn for more. 

So you began to bounce a little bit on them, just to show you were ready. The way his fingers were hooked inside of you, fuck, they kept pushing at just the right spot. It felt like he was reaching into you and undoing the shoestrings of your orgasm; slowly, with every curl nudging you a little bit closer.

Your tongue lolled out to run over your parted lips, hungry eyes drinking in the sight of him so close to you. His hair was strewn in part over your shoulder. You could see the deep muscles of his backside ripple and tense as he fucked you open with his fingers – slowly. Your nails – painted strawberry pink – made crescent indentations in his skin. 

His mouth formed gentle suction over the skin of your neck, pulling at your life force with every kiss, every mark he left in his wake. You didn’t care if it left marks. You were his. In this moment, that’s all that mattered.

“How you feelin, dollface?” He spoke into your ear, nibbling just below the lobe soon thereafter.

You couldn’t muster out much more than the word “full”.

“Think you can take the rest of me?” he implored. Pulling away from your neck to watch your face contort in pleasure while he slipped a third finger in, Waka adjusted you in his lap. You could feel him pressing up against you; warm and hard and… kind of big, actually. 

Your hips stuttered. Feeling your arousal dripping down his wrist, you realized how nice that sounded right now. You needed it like you needed air to breathe. You wanted to feel him deep enough inside of you that maybe – just maybe – it would fill you up the way you’d wanted to be filled all night.

“I want it, wanna ride you,” You affirmed. “Please.”

And that one word was the catalyst. Wakasa slid his three digits out of you – and you felt each and every single knuckle. Being sure not to wipe any of it off, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean. 

You watched him reach beaneath his ass, digging his spare hand into his back pocket and producing a black leather wallet. He pulled a foil square out of it; a condom – Trojan.

You gulped. 

Sensing your nervousness, Waka pressed a chaste kiss to your neck. He lifted his hips off of the seat, taking you with him, and then pushed the waistband of his sweats down his toned, tatted thighs. 

You followed the blonde happy trail down his abdomen, over his abs, and down past his navel. And there, neatly trimmed, in all of its glory…

“That’s big…” You marveled. Indeed, your previous suspicion had been right. Wakasa would fill you up just right. 

He chuckled, biting down on the foil square and tearing into it with his teeth. “I’m flattered.”

It had to have been eight or nine inches in length – circumcised, resting just above or around his belly button. He pinched the tip of the condom, positioning it just over the tip and rolling it over the first inch of his dick. The trojan stretched to accomodate his girth. 

“You ready, dollface?” He asked again, but this time it sounded more like a challenge. He brought his hands back around your ass, scooting you forward so you were hovering over his length.

Sighing with desire, you pulled the straps of your bustier top back onto your shoulders. You knew you would need all the support you could get with a dick as big as that. 

You decided you wouldn’t grace him with a response, choosing instead to ease yourself down onto him. You gasped at the feeling of first contact. Letting yourself feel his tip glide through your aching cunt, you fought back a quiet moan. 

Wakasa gripped the base of his dick, slapping it against your clit. 

And the moan came out.

He pressed his dick against the sensitive nub, teasing you with it, left to right.

 Feeling you drip on his dick was enough to make him position it right at your entrance. He was getting impatient. You could tell he couldn’t wait a moment longer.

You pushed yourself down on it, and – fuck – you were glad he’d prepped you with three fingers beforehand. Although, admittedly, that had nothing on this. The head popped through the hole first, stretching you open, and the two of you gasped in perfect synchrony.

You took in the first inch, having to pause to adjust yourself to the sudden thickness splitting you open from the inside.

Wakasa let his head back against the seat, biting his lip. His breaths, slightly ragged, began to fog up the windows. But he didn’t rush you. No, he let you take it at your own pace. 

You slid down further and further, feeling yourself stretching around him like you were made for it, like taking it was your job. And then, right when you had gotten about half way down on it, you looked at his pretty face. His pretty face flushed with pink, a shade which matched that of his eyes. His head thrown back, hair beginning to stick to his forehead, sweat beading at the base of his neck. 

And then you took him down to the hilt. 

“Ah, shit,” He trembled, fingers digging into the meat of your ass. He was beginning to lose his composure. Fast.

You rose up a bit, and then sank back down on him. And then repeated that same process a few more times – albeit slowly – just to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. He was deep, so deep that you could feel your walls fluttering around him. It felt so good to be stretched like this.

He was holding back. God, you could feel him holding back, and it made you angry. You wanted nothing more than for him to wreck you right here in the back of this car right now. 

So you picked up the speed a bit, rising and sinking on his dick with newfound purpose. The stretch burned – made your eyes water. But, fuck, it hurt so good. You shut your eyes.

“Look at me,” He said. When you came to, he was already looking at you. Eyes half-lidded and desperate, tongue running across his lower lip. “Lemme see that pretty face, baby.”

Those words alone were enough to make you vocalize your desire for him. Still too shy to ask him for more, you bounced obediently on his cock. Up and down, up and down – until you were panting like a bitch in heat.  “M..fuck.”

Wakasa’s hips twitched beneath you, hands tensing on your backside. Then, slowly, he began to meet your thrusts – lifting himself up to meet you halfway.

And somehow, if it were even possible, he slid in deeper. 

“Oh, fuck… ” You cried.

He sighed happily, thrusting up a little harder. “You like that?” 

"Please," You repeated. “Harder.”

Wakasa’s lip twitched. "As you wish, princess." 

Then, with no further warning, he gripped your hips roughly and slid into you at full force. You gasped, reaching for his shoulders. The car lurched, and you felt yourself move with it. Every quick drag of his dick against your walls had your body squeezing him for dear life.  

Wakasa groaned, slowing his thrusts for a minute to a much slower pace. Feeling your cunt clenching around him, he nearly doubled over from the sudden pleasure. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck, that’s good.”

The man bit his lip, pulling all the way out again before slamming back in. He repeated this action a few more times, clearly relishing in the way you squirmed and gasped. Or maybe it was the way you looked all fucked out like this, bouncing on his dick like some desperate whore. 

You threw your head back. Wakasa gasped, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, but the sound made you clench around him.

You drew your eyebrows in, letting Wakasa do the work, letting the pleasure consume you. You felt so full. "Waka, fuck," you moaned. 

Then he was picking up the pace and you felt your body slide against the back of the driver’s seat; up and down, up and down. The windows were covered with fog. Yet, still, he was holding back, you could feel it.

" Harder! ”

"Shit, baby," Wakasa stammered. He sought out your lips with a newfound urgency, snapping his hips up against your ass almost mercilessly. His quiet grunts and gasps turned into moans against your sore lips. Louder and louder. 

You were worried about the noises coming out of your mouth– you sounded like you were being murdered in the back seat.

Then, like some sort of miracle, you felt him hit that spot inside of you -- the one that made your toes curl. As your eyes widened, a desperate moan was torn from your lungs.

There it was. 

"Right there, princess?" Wakasa mused. He grinned, of course, as he already knew full and well that he’d just found your sweet spot. So he didn’t move. He kept his hips in the same spot, moving at the same pace, the same angle, while letting his fingers explore your chest – and then further up, applying pressure to the sides of your neck.

And with every thrust, the knot in your stomach began to grow. You were – for lack of better words – in another realm. You felt yourself get lost in the sensation. Your surroundings dissipated. At that moment, all you saw was his angelic face above you, eyebrows scrunched together, sweat rolling down his tattooed chest, lips parted to make way for those sinful, wonderful noises of his. Every time he moved, his muscles tensed and rippled beneath his skin. 

He was so hot, fuck, it made you crazy. 

That combined with the way his hand gripped your throat – using his thumb to cut off your blood supply for seconds at a time before loosening his grip, letting you gasp for air as the blood came rushing back — you felt lightheaded.

His hips stuttered, and he brought himself closer to you again. Your chest chafed against his, legs braced on the seat behind him. The angle you were going at now allowed him so slide in even deeper until he was entirely sheathed in your warmth.  

"You’re taking me so well,” He grunted against your neck. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. “So good.”

He reached for your throat again, and you felt your eyes roll back. You felt lightheaded, dizzy, and the weed was starting to make the sensations even stronger. It was almost too much to bare. You were getting close.

Sparing him another glance, you quickly realized how much you wished you hadn’t done that. Those lust-filled lilac eyes of his were burning with a desire so intense you felt yourself grow even more sensitive. 

There was a train coming, one that was about to hit you at full speed. Each hit to your g-spot released more of those chemicals that – combined with the drugs in your system – had your head spinning.

"You’re twitching, baby," Wakasa purred, buttery-smooth, and the sound of it almost made you cum right then and there. “You close?”

Blissfully, you let the pleasure take over you. “ Mhm .”

The sensation of being filled to the brim was driving you up the wall. But still, you held out, knowing that tomorrow this would be nothing more than a memory in your mind – if that.. 

"Me too," He gritted out, persisting and chasing after the promise of paradise. 

You hadn’t even noticed, but his thumb had begun rubbing circles on your clit – it had been doing that for a while now. 

The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder. You could feel the car bouncing and rocking to the rhythm of your bodies dancing in perfect tandem with one another. You never wanted it to end. Never.

And then Wakasa, the devilish bastard he was, leaned in real close to you, right up to your ear. “You wanna cum?”

You were in no state to reply. So, instead, you brought him in for another hot, bruising kiss. You were clawing enough at his back now to leave marks that would last for days.

“Cum for me,” he murmured against your lips. “Cum all over me, pretty baby.”

And that was exactly what you did. With a cry of his name and a final gasp of air, you felt the knot in your core snap. Orgasmic bliss ripped through you, pulsing in strong, quick waves. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your thighs trembled, hips jolting as you rode it out – pretty pussy twitching and spasming around his cock.

"Good girl," Wakasa groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. He was close, you could tell by the way his hips began to buck like a horse gone mad.

And then you squeezed around him one more time – and that was all it took. Wakasa rolled his hips up into you, twitching, whimpering. Feeling your walls milk him dry. He drove as deep into you as the space would allow – holding you there while he came so hard his legs trembled with the sheer force of it. A string of sinful, beautiful moans fell from his lips like notes in a measure.

“Fuck,” he panted, letting his head rest atop your chest once the orgasm had subsided. His hair was entirely plastered to his face and neck with sweat. 

You fell against his bare chest, trying desperately to catch your breath.

Wakasa cradled your head to his chest, pressing a chaste kiss atop your messy hair. 

You tried your best not to think too hard about it. You knew that if you did, your feelings for him would only worsen. So, instead, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence, basking in the warm aftereffects of your coital bliss.  Similarly, you tried your best not to think too hard about the nine-inch dick that was still inside of you, gradually beginning to soften.

As if had read your mind, Wakasa gripped you by your hips and then pulled you off of his cock. It slid out slowly, almost painfully, yet you felt a pleasurable shiver course through your veins as it slid past your abused g-spot and popped out.

He was definitely the biggest you’d taken thus far. Not like there had been many before, of course, but that didn’t stop you from feeling some perverted sense of accomplishment over the matter as the man pulled the condom off of himself and tied it off, and then laid you back down on his chest just as gently as he had removed you.

Conveniently enough, there was a plastic bag nestled in the crevice between the seat and the door – one that Wakasa had kept his grinder in, one that had fallen during… well, anyway, you had a plastic bag. Wakasa reached for it with his spare hand and tossed the used condom in. Then he set it aside and began kissing up your neck again. 

“You were great,” he remarked. “How are you feeling?”

There was a gentle buzz beneath your skin, a slight tingle to your fingertips that could either have been attributed to the copious amounts of marijuana you had ingested tonight or to the orgasm that had hit you with the force of a freight train. Either way, you were far too fucked out to reply.

“Mmmgud,” You murmured. He went to remove his hand from the back of your head, but you held it there. Your morals had been in shreds up to that point already, but you were fighting to keep them intact. “Good.”

And then your stomach growled. And you wished the wind would pick up and suck you out the window. You should have known better than to skip dinner again.

Wakasa chuckled, pushing your head closer to kiss you – softly, this time, with just the right amount of tongue to have you fiending for more. “You hungry?” he teased.

“A ‘lil,” you whined. At least you could still play it off, right?

“You wanna come back to mine?” He asked. His forehead pressed against your own, his eyes glimmering with a slight hint of mischief. Above all else, though, they held promises of safety.“I can make us some dinner. I don’t want you walking home high at night, not in this neighborhood.”

“What a gentleman,” you mused. Sarcastically, of course, but not really.

“I can be whatever you want me to be tonight, dollface.” Wakasa grinned ear to ear, pressing another kiss to your sore lips. “Just say the word.”

To hell with my morals, you decided. 

Homemade food and a few more rounds didn’t sound too bad.

[cognitivejustice]

Green Roofs: Everything You Need to Know

Europe’s DACH region—the continent’s German-speaking countries of Germany, Austria, and Switzerland—has emerged as a pioneer in the field of green roofs. In Basel, Switzerland, the practice is even enshrined in law, while Austria now has entire forests on top of buildings by artist and architect Friedensreich Hundertwasser. In Germany, Hamburg leads the way with at least 70 percent of new buildings and roofs awaiting renovation to be green in the future.

A particularly striking example of the conversion of empty roof areas is currently taking place at the St. Pauli Bunker, an urban oasis more than 150 feet above street level whose panoramic rooftop can be reach via a planted “mountain trail.” Yet, despite that progress, most of the world is not using available rooftop space for gardens and greenery.

What are the benefits of green roofs?

The benefits of green roofs are enormous. They contribute to better stormwater management and reduce the effect of urban heat islands as their plants play a cooling role during hot summer months. Green roofs can also be surprisingly effective against pollution as plant photosynthesis improves air quality. With their insulating effect providing additional protection against solar radiation, green roofs can also reduce the amount of energy needed to regulate building temperatures, whereas conventional roofs lose heat in the winter but heat up in the summer.

Depending on their design, rooftop gardens can also support a variety of plant and animal life, which ultimately has a positive impact on all ecosystems. Additionally, they help bees and other pollinators play their crucial roles. Further, visual and ecological diversity can have an overall positive impact on the community and the psychological well-being of city dwellers.

[pioneer-heating-and-cooling]

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[cutercurls]

The "Curly Girl Method"

If you've been in the curly hair community for quite some time, then you've surely heard of the Curly Girl Method. For those of you who are out of the loop, the Curly Girl Method is a general set of rules and guidelines that aid in maintaining curly hair. The Curly Girl Method was first pioneered by author Lorraine Massey in the book "Curly Girl: The Handbook", which aimed to help readers manage their curly hair. The book has become a huge point of contention in recent years throughout the community. Regardless of where you stand, the Curly Girl Method has some undeniably crucial tips that can transform your curly hair from dry to vibrant. Of course, no one is obligated to strictly adhere to every single rule outlined by the book, and some pieces do not apply universally to every single curl pattern, but it is a good place to start.

Some key takeaways include:

Don't use products with sulfates.

Sodium laureth sulfates, also known as SLSs, are commonly found in many types of shampoo. Sulfate is a cleaning agent that thoroughly cleanses the hair. Although it sounds beneficial at first, sulfate is often too harsh on curly hair, and can strip your hair follicles of important oils and compounds that are beneficial for growth.

Avoid using products with silicones.

Silicone is a compound commonly added to a variety of hair products that are marketed as "moisturizing", such as conditioners and creams. Silicone will remarkably give your hair an extra shine, making it appear hydrated and healthy. This is mainly a ploy, though, as silicon forms a layer around the hair follicle. This will block moisture from penetrating into your hair strands, leaving your hair dry and brittle.

Stay away from heat.

I can speak from personal experience when I say that heat will absolutely ruin your hair (although that's a story for another time). Curling irons, flat irons, air dryers, and anything else of the sort will lead to damaged and dry hair. Heat is okay to use every now and then (and in conjunction with a proper heat protectant), but the constant application of heat may make your hair fall out. Using high temperatures can burn your hair follicles to the point where they are severed, splayed, and split. It's best to stay on the safe side and avoid heat-related products.

[blogs-hvac]

Pioneer Heat Pumps: Electrical Control Troubleshooting in Modern Air Conditioners

I. Deciphering Wiring Diagrams: Mapping the Electrical Maze

Wiring diagrams serve as the cartographic guide to the electrical labyrinth within pioneer air conditioner in South Pasadena, CA. Comprehending these diagrams is paramount to understanding the control system's layout and functionality. Components such as compressors, fans, thermostats, and safety switches are visually represented, illustrating their interconnections and control pathways. Technicians must navigate these diagrams with precision to diagnose potential issues accurately.

II. Unveiling the Sequence of Operations: Unraveling the Symphony

The sequence of operations outlines the step-by-step process that governs an air conditioner's operation. It details how the electrical components interact and respond to various inputs, such as temperature changes or user settings. By grasping this symphony of actions, technicians can identify anomalies in the system's behavior, enabling targeted troubleshooting and rectification.

III. Troubleshooting Techniques: Solving the Electrical Enigma

Electrical control troubleshooting demands both technical expertise and methodical approach. Technicians must employ various techniques to diagnose faults effectively. These include voltage and continuity testing to verify the presence of power and detect open or short circuits. Additionally, temperature and pressure measurements are used to assess the system's performance and detect irregularities. Furthermore, functional testing, in conjunction with the sequence of operations, can reveal the root cause of malfunctions.

IV. Embracing Safety Measures: Shielding from Electrocution Risks

As the complexity of electrical control systems increases, so does the importance of adhering to stringent safety measures. Technicians must take precautions such as de-energizing the system, using appropriate personal protective equipment (PPE), and following lock-out/tag-out procedures. Ensuring safety not only protects the technician but also prevents accidental damage to the equipment during troubleshooting activities.

[herrlindemann]

Sonic Seducer, June 2015

The exotic blossoms of a band break: After Rammstein said goodbye to the collective scene after their furious final show at the Wacken Open Air in summer 2013, the individual group members are slowly but surely returning with solo projects. While guitarist Richard Kruspe kicked things off last fall with the release of the second long play from his all-star artist collective Emigrate, spring 2015 will also be dominated by the Berlin industrial metallers. While keyboardist Flake Lorenz is trying his hand at writing books, frontman Till Lindemann is also letting the sparks fly again in every way possible: On the debut album of his solo effort of the same name, the flame-retardant muscle man has enlisted the help of Hypocrisy/Pain mastermind Peter Tägtgren. Together we'll be firing on all cylinders for 'Skills In Pills' from June onwards - and all in English!

The good news at the very beginning: the all-clear can be given. Despite all the rumors and speculation, the founding of Lindemann does not mean the end of Rammstein, as Till solemnly explains in the preliminary discussion about his latest field of musical activity. "Peter and I have been planning this project for ages. We had to keep postponing it because of time constraints — either he was on tour or I was busy with Rammstein. For me, Lindemann means more of a vacation from Rammstein. 15 years together is a long time. During this time we lived almost exclusively for the band and neglected our private life a lot. Some band members have small children and we are aware that we need more time for our families and whatever else is going on these days. It was urgently necessary for some of us to take a longer break from Rammstein. A break during which you can collect yourself again and really relax without the next appointments being on your calendar."

Anyone who knows the New German Hardness pioneer and the Scandinavian death metal veteran knows: you won't rest for a single minute on the twelve tracks of 'Skills In Pills'. On the contrary. As the names Rammstein and Pain suggest, on their first album the Lindemann/Tägtgren duo created a darkly bombastic, subtly electro-fied hybrid monster that stomps through the metal forest with glowing eyes, broad shoulders and a dirty grin to make his way through the mainstream and underground regardless of the losses. A real man's record, the result of a German-Swedish friendship that has now lasted a good 15 years. A long shared history that, according to Tägtgren, "starts with bar fights and continues through vomiting in Chinese restaurants" to the present day. Sounds too weird for a PR stunt, as Lindemann confirms. "We met when Flake and I got into a fight in a small bar somewhere in the north of Sweden. Peter somehow got in the way. I previously only knew him from seeing metal clubs and bars in Stockholm, but had never spoken to him. Back then we hung out a lot with the guys from Clawfinger and our mixer at the time, Stefan Glaumann. A time when I was out every night and knew all the clubs. Peter and his brother really saved our asses in that fight and kept us out of a lot of trouble. He calmed the heated tempers and said to these guys: By the way, that's the singer from Rammstein, they're okay. Afterwards there was home-made beer for the whole house. Then we all crashed really badly together."

Instead of burning off their excess energy in trendy shops in Stockholm, LindGren now prefers to spend her time on 'Skills In Pills'. With instant neckbreakers like 'Ladyboy' and 'Golden Shower', the bizarre fetish metal smash 'Fat' and the polarizing family planning guide 'Praise Abort(ion'), the duo will be open-mouthed and perhaps one or two scandal headlines from June onwards in relevant tabloids. The new pieces are based on Till Lindemann's notorious, deep black humor, which was often misunderstood in Rammstein and in his two previously published volumes of poetry. In English form, all non-German-speaking regions now have the chance for the first time to immerse yourself in the eerie and beautiful world of thoughts of the R-rolling fifty-something. Brutal humor for everyone.

"It’s just part of my job. I've always tried to let a certain kind of humor shine through; even if sometimes it wasn't much fun to record the songs. I can't judge whether this is the light, carefree side of Till Lindemann. The biggest difference is definitely that the songs are in English - a completely new field of work that I'm working on today."

The album was created in Peter Tägtgren's semi-legendary The Abyss studio in the tiny village of Pärlby, around 200 kilometers northwest of Stockholm. Where over the last twenty years milestones have been recorded by mostly black metal formations such as Dimmu Borgir, Dark Funeral and of course Peter's numerous in-house projects, last summer they clubbed their way through their collection of acoustic pills in a relaxed mood. Relaxed feel-good atmosphere à la Lindemann. "In his studio you can literally throw a fishing rod into the water from the comfort of your own home. Peter did the editing of the songs and I fished during my breaks from recording. We approached this project without any great expectations or plans. We just wanted to do something together. Everything has developed step by step into what you can hear and see today. Initially we thought we'd record a few songs and put them online to see how people would react."

"We are very serious about music," concludes Peter Tägtgren. "We are extremely proud of what we have created together with this album. But at the moment the project is still in its infancy. You have to see how much the audience likes our work. If it goes down well out there, I could imagine playing concerts with Lindemann. But at the moment it is still too early to judge. We'll wait for the feedback first."

The Lindemann album ‘Skills In Pills’ will be released in June; The detailed interview with Till and Peter can be found in the next issue.