#Automatic-Night-Switch-sensor-switch

[brotherblaze]

the big freeze — jason todd

summary: Jason appears at your door in the middle of the night. Who are you to turn him away?

cw: implied claustrophobia

wc: 1,5k

note: you ever get stuck in an elevator and realize 'oh this is a closed metal box hanging in the air on the 13th floor' and then it takes the combined efforts of 3 people on different floors to get you out bc the wrong elevator keeps opening?

The TV switches to a commercial break featuring an ad for a late night hotline just as your phone buzzes. You reach for the remote to mute it and bring your phone to your ear. No sane person calls you at this hour. Which only leaves…

“Yes?”

“Can you…” there’s a pause on Jason’s end, and you use the moment to glance at the time. 1:38 AM. Yeah, not a sane time, arguably not a completely sane person, if judging by what his family gets up to back in Gotham. “I’m downstairs.”

“I gave you a keycard and the code for the security system.”

He sighs and the sound rattles in your ear. “I know, I—I’ve been waiting for someone to come by for like 20 minutes.”

“Well, in their defense, it’s way past 1AM.” You slide your feet into your slippers and stand, turning the TV off as you go. “Normal people are usually asleep at these times. On Tuesdays, no less.”

“Yeah? And what’s your excuse?”

“I’m an occasional insomniac.” You press the phone between your shoulder and cheek as you grab the black sweater draped over the back of your couch.

Still, the hallway is cold, all exposed brick and bright overhead lights. The chill bites at your cheeks and invades through the soft wool of your sweater. Jason’s sweater? It’s hard to tell anymore; so many of his things are at your place and so many of your things are at his place. The elevator arrives with a quiet ding. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you step inside, avoiding the large wet patch on the red carpet.

You don’t let the call drop, but neither of you are speaking anymore, either. The numbers on the small screen on the elevator wall count down.

Jason is standing by the large automatic doors at the entrance of the building. He has his leather jacket slung over his arm. You can faintly make out droplets from the rain still clinging to the surface of the leather. There—just as he spots you—a smile blooms on his face, almost boyish, as he cuts across the empty foyer in long, near-silent footsteps. He wraps his arms around your waist, presses his face into the crook of your neck. His hair is damp and you feel the water slide under your collar. The tip of his nose is cold, resting over your pulse. His wet jacket presses against your side, soaking your sweater.

Instead of the chill from the fall rain, there’s a steady warmth simmering beneath Jason’s skin. It spurs from his chest and spreads to his extremities, arms wound tightly around your body, to his fingertips pressing under your sweater and into your skin.

You nearly yelp at how cold his fingers are.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“We gotta take two steps to the left — my left,” you clarify. Jason does not unwind himself from around you, but he does take a step to the side and then another until you can reach the elevator keypad. You tap your keycard against the sensor and hit the button for your floor. The elevator doors drag closed and it begins its ascent.

Jason’s pulse jumps and his grip around you tightens. You don’t say anything, don’t pry him off or tell him to get his shit together—instead, you place a hand on the back of his head, curl the rain-damp strands of hair around your fingers. Jason’s lips part involuntarily in a silent sigh.

“Need a haircut, eh, bub?”

He chuckles, barely audible over the jingle playing from the elevator speakers. “What if I buzz it all off? Military style.”

You make a disgusted sound in the back of your throat.

The elevator slides to a stop, the lock mechanism clicks into place, and the doors open.

“We’re here,” you say, voice soft and light.

Jason takes a long breath in, inhaling your strawberry-scented body lotion. He’s the one that got it for you as one of your many gifts last Christmas (thank you, Babs, for being his sniff-tester) and it makes him giddy to know you still use it. He untangles himself from you, not fully, though, and guides you towards your apartment, an arm around your waist.

He toes off his boots and hangs his jacket in its usual place as you re-arm the security system.

“You should really start arming that thing even if you go down for pizza or something,” he says and bends over to pick up the black ball of fur rubbing against his leg. “Hi, hi, hi, yes, hi to you, too,” he tells your cat, nuzzling his face into her fur. He looks up at you, raises a brow when you open your mouth to say ‘this is Metropolis, nothing bad happens here,’ because you’ve had this exchange twice now. “Just saying, if I was 9 again and I knew someone left their apartment full of stuff you could easily pawn unlocked…”

You sigh. “Okay. I’ll remember to do that.” 

Because for Jason, it isn’t about the things in your apartment, not really.

“Thank you.”

You retreat into your bedroom and Jason carries your cat around like she’s a baby as he laps around your apartment. He stops at the tall windows in the living room and starts pointing out Metropolis landmarks as if said cat hasn’t been living in Metropolis longer than he has.

When you return, a pair of gray sweatpants and one of his shirts in hand, he’s telling your cat about how ‘Aunt Lois deserved that Pulitzer prize so much more than uncle Clark’. 

“Sorry if I’m interrupting something…”

“Oh, no, no, just reinstating how Clark got a Pulitzer before Lois even though she’s a much better writer than he is.”

“Right.” You hold out the change of clothes to him. “I got you a new toothbrush; the other one was getting old.”

“Thank you.” Jason accepts the change of clothes and beelines it towards the bathroom to change, your cat still in his arms.

Once he emerges (after quite loudly announcing to your cat how one should brush their teeth), his damp clothes left in the dryer to run first thing in the morning, you’re already nestled between the sheets. There’s an extra pillow and duvet spread out next to you. Jason releases your cat, who skitters to her bed on the windowsill to watch the rain droplets race down the glass, and climbs into bed, pats his pillow until it’s of satisfactory height.

You turn off the bedside lamp on your nightstand, turn on the cat-shaped nightlight and shimmy between the sheets. Then you pause, grab your phone and unlock it.

Jason’s eyes roam your face, the curve of your nose and lips, the heaviness in your tired eyes as you slowly blink at your phone screen. He’s made an effort to commit your features to his memory so he can see your face every time he closes his eyes. So he can keep you with him everywhere. Always. So, once again, he takes his time, going over every one of your features until you lock your phone and place it back on the nightstand.

“I love you,” he says, low and soft, though with all the clarity he can inject into his words.

You stare at him for a moment, then pull your duvet up to your chin, rest your head on your pillow and close your eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Forever.”

“Forever is such a vague concept,” you tell him with a scrunch in your brow. He can barely make it out in the dim red glow of the bedroom but he knows it's there. “Until the end of the universe. And even then you’ll be stuck with me. Like glitter.”

“Yeah? When’s that?”

“We’ll reincarnate an infinite amount of times between now and then,” you say with the certainty of someone who’s gazed far into the future, gazed at the very death of the universe itself. Maybe you have. Maybe you’re a meta—a true meta—unlike him, something that crawled out of his grave in Gotham.

Jason blinks, allows your statement to settle into the marrow of his bones, into his very being. His blood thrums in his veins. He balls his hands into fists to stop them from shaking. “I don’t know; sounds a lot like forever.”

You make a sound at the back of your throat again. It is not a sound of displeasure, nor a sound of agreement, either. “Again; vague. The eventual death of the universe is all but guaranteed; it’ll expand too much and become too cold to inhabit. Probably. There’s like… six different big theories on how the universe will end. Take your pick.”

“But we’ll find each other every time.” It is not a question. Still, you nod.

“Yes. Every lifetime.”

“Promise?”

You open your eyes, take him in—you can barely make out his features in the dark but you can—the mass of dark hair splayed out across his (your) pillow, the curve of his nose and that of his cupid’s bow, the almost milky whiteness of his eyes. This is where your heart has settled. This is home.

“I promise.”

part 2

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[grappel-writes]

Climatización Read on Ao3

Ch: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14

wc: 2,883

cw: stalking, obsessive behavior, voyeurism, hector generally being a freak Reed's life is charmed by the wonders of modern technology. Automated smart functions seem to learn their every move, schedule, and desire. It’s almost as if a guardian angel is looking out for them. A superstitious, but not unwelcome, thought. 

The only complaint they have are the security cameras, and the countless clips of themself they don't remember saving...

Reed regards the rainbow welcome mat under their feet impassively. Welcome! It screams in a riot of cheerful, optimistic color. It could stay, they suppose. It was a little friendlier than they really felt, though. They wave the key fob over the apartment door and it unlocks with a commercialized jingle, a sound designed to be pleasant but which will surely become grating within a week. The apartment itself is exactly what they were imagining. Lovely, at first glance, but painfully artificial under any real scrutiny. The air smells like new carpet, a faint, lemony cleaning solution, and new paint. The universal scent of uninhabited. 

A large, brandless tv sits in the middle of the living room, a pristine popcorn bowl for decoration only on the coffee table. A sanitized staging of the concept of living. The mattress is thin, the plates and bowls are all an atrocious lime green that pops in the cabinet the way an interior designer would love, but will make any real food look anemic. Generic, abstract wall art keeps the place from feeling like a prison, at least. A large floor-length mirrored closet door in the bedroom feels a little suggestive for a clean, corporate unit, but there it is, reflecting the empty room back at them.  

The closet has a couple generic white button ups hanging on two of the five total provided hangers. The bathroom mirror is defaced with a small decal in the corner “Hello, gorgeous!”. Reed snorts, their reflection unimpressed. The couch is stiff and angled down, as if it can't wait for you to go. 

And then there’s the smart features. Reed was given the spiel about Validivia’s top-of-the-line housing: premier security features and an expansive internet of things. Sensors, monitors, and bluetooth connections on anything and everything you could think of. Even the tub could be turned on and the water temperature maintained from halfway around the globe. There was a camera in every room except the bathrooms, including one built into the fridge itself that looked in on its contents. Sensors on every window and door notified them if they were open or not and motion sensors and timers in every room controlled the lights. Even just walking around and taking in the surroundings, their tv automatically switched on, showing a muted, high-saturation slide show of the property.  

It certainly felt expensive, but there were spots that rubbed like a pair of designer shoes. Fine to show off, but could they bear to be here for long? They didn’t have much of a choice, and it beat having to search for an apartment and living on an air mattress until they could afford anything else. Reed has a bad habit of making impulsive cross country moves when things get boring, but after the third time they hopped into their mid-size SUV and took to the road with nothing but their bags, it lost its appeal. This last trip stopped feeling spontaneous and free spirited about halfway through. No, this most recent move felt freeing only on the late night drives. Once the sun had come back up and they were here, well, it turned out to still be the same life in a different apartment. 

For practicality’s sake though, Reed is grateful, really. And so is their bank account. Which is also why they still have to clock in for the better part of their move-in day. Their suitcase is deposited in the bedroom and their laptop perched in its spot of honor on their desk. A small framed photo of a pug that looks suspiciously AI generated is promptly shoved into a drawer. 

Reed is greeted by a flood of messages from the new guy. He had been hired at nearly the same time, but where Reed could easily figure out the honestly simple functions of a middle management position, their subordinate, Martin, always seems to be lost and in distress. Sometimes he sends streams of barely comprehensible IM’s. This time, as Reed sinks back into their flimsy office chair, it seems that he has ranted himself all the way to a solution all on his own. They huff a life and a smile, 

Great job! It looks like you’ve really got a handle on it.

Office speak. It’s easy. Boring. Safe. About as interesting as the AI pug hidden in their desk. Reed is very good at it. It makes the person that drove overnight to get here with the windows down and the air whipping their hair around cringe, but hey, that’s life. 

After a few hours of following up, circling back, and scheduling a power hour for next week, the clock rolled over to 4:30 pm and they pushed back from the desk with a groan. The chair was hell. Reed twists themselves left and right and stretches when they stand, their spine popping in protest. It would just have to be an adjustment because they can’t afford to upgrade it anytime soon. 

It only takes a few weeks for Reed’s furnished life to work itself into a comfortable, numbing groove. They even begin to find things about the apartment that they enjoy. The AC is incredibly consistent, for one. They knew that there are thermostats out there now that could change on a clock or learn your schedule, but this one has picked up on their habits scarily fast. It also seems to automatically adjust to the odd scorcher of a day without them even having to lift a finger. Their window sensors also learned that they like to open them in the afternoon, just to keep the place from getting too stuffy, and if they don’t get to it in time the home app rings its little bell at them. 

The list of niceties goes on. When they run low on coffee creamer, the screen on the fridge populates a virtual sticky note with the warning. Holidays would approach and the sticky notes’ little AI personality would recommend turkey, calling their mother, and taking time to rest. It feels strangely personal for corporate attempts at familiarity, but the reminders are helpful. Maintenance always seems to show up just on time to change air filters, check the fire extinguishers, and clean the windows. The automatic vacuum robot has stopped running first thing in the morning, when Reed is hosting their team meetings, after just one cancelled run. After that, it started to wake itself up at noon, when they take their lunch break, instead. For someone who works at home, these little tasks being automated and lifted from their mental load is, as dramatic as it sounds, freeing. It’s almost as if a guardian angel is looking out for them. A superstitious, but not unwelcome, thought. 

The only complaint they have are the security cameras. Every now and then they’d send phantom notifications. Their app will light up, but when they open it, it’s gone. The streams are always low quality to the point of pixelation, if they don’t just freeze and jump completely. Tapping into the settings reveals the likely culprit. The cloud storage seems to have countless clips. None more than 15 minutes or so, and none that are too embarrassing, thank goodness. Just scrolling through the thumbnails reveals that they go back to when Reed first moved in and were likely an auto clipping feature that bugged. A couple catches their eye, and after patiently sitting through the lag, they’re able to watch a few. 

3 minutes long, in the evening: Reed is dusting the apartment with music blasting over the sound system. They’re singing along where they know the words, making up the lyrics where they didn’t, and sounding awful the entire time. 

5 minutes, morning. Reed doesn’t see anything at all. When they turn their volume up, they realize they must be in the bathroom and getting ready for the day. A place none of the cameras can see. They hear their own voice echoing down the hall. “No, mom - I know. I know. I don’t know what I’m waiting on either. If you’re so worried about it, why don’t you just pick someone out for me, hm? I’m sure they’ll be perfect. No, really. Go ahead.” 

They cringe at this memory, snapping at their mom for asking why they were still single. It wasn’t fair to ask, but it wasn’t fair for them to talk to her like this, either. They move, unable to bear the rest of that conversation, but wonder they wonder why this one was clipped. The rest look like they may have been triggered by motion, but this one only features a perfectly still room. Perhaps the windows were being blown around? 

15 minutes, also in the evening, just the day after: They’re making pancakes for dinner, leaning close to the edge of the pan to pick the edge of the pancake up just enough to check if it was done on the underside before flipping it. They’re mumbling to themselves. 

“Just one date, ya know? You could do it. It’s been ages, but you’re not old tech. Dating is dating. They didn’t come up with new rules while you’ve been out, and if they did, you’ll just have to find somebody that’s outdated, too…” 

Also Embarrassing, but could be worse. Odd that it happens to be the perfect continuation from the last clip, too.  

The rest seem to be other innocuous moments in their life. Crying during a movie. Reading a book with the windows open, leaning their head back when the clouds parted and the sun landed on them. That night they started and abandoned learning origami. They’re… sweet. Oddly. Like the most mundane and boring scrapbook. Each video seems so intentional. The more they look at the ends and beginnings of each they feel a flicker of something uncomfortable, a sense of being perceived pricks at them. They glance up to their living room camera, feeling another chill before dismissing the feeling. 

They chastise themselves for being paranoid and tell themselves to be thankful for this. It would be a shame to delete them all. They compromise on finding a way to offload them onto another hard drive or something. Not like they need to watch the cameras when they are home all the time, anyway. 

Another surprise of their new life: in all of its supercorp moral complexity, a gift from Valdivia. They had never worked for a company that even pretended to be concerned about their employees before. After a visit to the office, Reed complains off-handedly about how awful their desk chair is at home, adding, “and the damn cameras. They’re basically useless.” Their team sympathizes with the chair, saying many of the ones in the office itself are similar. While they discuss the adrenaline pumping hoys of corporate furniture, their manager, Celia, passes them a sticky note with a phone number that just says “Security”. 

“It’s been on my desk since I started oh, I don’t know, five years ago or so?” she explains with a shrug. “I don’t even know if that number goes anywhere anymore, but it’s worth checking. Maybe they can help you out with your cameras. I’ve never had an issue with mine, but you know, those have been in that building for god knows how long. Oh, and about that chair. You know how Validivia is, sometimes things just... show up. Good luck with it.” She gives a warm, if quick, smile and wishes the team a good evening.

True enough, within the next couple of weeks Reed’s doorbell chimes and their phone lights up with the stream from the front door’s camera. The view was completely obscured by a box with a scuffed black and white photo of a high backed office chair printed on the exterior. It was heavy, and takes some time to put together, but is worth every stripped screw and pinched finger. The high back and leather held them as if apologizing for how that other, awful, low down mesh chair had treated them. Maintenance even comes by the very next morning to pick up the old one. 

And things are, more or less, fine. A year went by. Two. The rainbow welcome mat out front had faded to a grungy sort of pastel with time and dust. They stop texting the friends from the last town they had lived in. They barely start texting new ones in this town. Their ex finally stops calling them, and their mom has given up on her matchmaking efforts. They consider getting a cat, but feel that staying cramped in this apartment all day for the rest of its life would be cruel. No, better they get adopted by a family with a yard, or a fancy catio. Reed worries for nothing, but they don’t get excited for anything, either. Work never has any complications outside of the minorly irritating, and even those always seem to simply fix themselves without much added effort. 

And that’s exactly what grates them. This quiet, lonely little routine they felt married to. It was always hard to make friends in a new town, but Reed struggles to even want to try. A couple outings with coworkers, sure. They’re always so controlled and stiff. Tongue in cheek jokes about getting soooo out of control off of the standard 1.5 drinks. Hobby groups could be a solution, but that’s not really who they are, is it? Someone who plays boardgames willingly or wakes up at 6:00 am on the weekday to fit int he perfect hike. No, none of that tempts them at all.

That itch is coming back. It tells them to send out resumes, to throw caution to the wind, to pick up and just… leave. They could take to the road again and… then what? Fourth time’s the charm? They make good money here, their apartment is affordable for what it is and has amazing features, and no matter where they go, there they would be. Bored and alone. Again. Weekends come and go and they realize they never once left their apartment. They only have themselves to blame when they are eating dinner alone, again. 

It doesn’t seem right to muss the table settings just for themselves. They stand at the kitchen counter, only the quiet clink of their fork on the plate and the hum of the AC making noise. They scroll through their phone, mindlessly clearing out old photos. For the past two years they had been painfully practical. Log in, photos of their license and insurance cards. Their license plate. A screenshot of a plate set that wasn’t lime green that they considered buying, and then forgot to. They came by one of a sticky note. “Security.” And a phone number. Oh yeah. Two years ago? No telling how bad that cloud storage is now. Oh well. No better time than the present. They bite their fork between their teeth to free their other hand and plug the number into their phone and type. 

Hey, you got a minute? 

They switch apps, finish their dinner, and while drying the same plate they use everyday hear their phone vibrate. 

How did you get this number? 

From my sup, Celia. She said I should reach out about issues with my security cameras? 

Do you have any idea what you're doing? 

The words feel sharp and accusatory. Reed’s stomach tightened, but they know how to be professional. 

My apologies! Is this the emergency line? If you give me your main office number and hours I’ll follow up with them tomorrow. 

The typing bubble appears, disappears, then appears again. It moves for a long, long time. Reed puts their phone down, annoyed and ready to forget the whole thing. Just as they turn to walk away, it vibrates again. 

Wait. 

Okay, fine. Reed stops, sends another brief message, and waits. 

Standing by.

Another long pause. 

You can message this number. But not tonight. Not like this. We will talk tomorrow, I’ll be ready then.  

Reed reads the last text, then reads it again. Not like this? Must be an after hours thing. Would the same person still be working tomorrow morning? That’s a hell of a shift. Then again, maybe it was just some weirdo and the number had been changed long ago. 

By the time Reed makes it to bed, they notice the lights in the bathroom and kitchen are still on. Weird, they normally turn themselves off by now. Right as they were planning to ask about their cameras, too. Reed gets back up and walks barefoot across the apartment to shut them off themselves, trying to not feel terribly spoiled by the inconvenience. 

When they finally laid down again, they reread the strange message one last time, the words glowing pallid and blue in the dark. A feeling they didn’t want to name, not fear really, but a deep and unsettling curiosity settles over them. Before they can follow this, the first interesting thing to happen in their life in two years, a chill overtakes them as the temperature begins to drop. They set their phone on its wireless charger and pull their blankets higher up to their chin, putting it out of their mind for the evening.  

[god-has-entered-my-body]

Do you see me? - Matty Healy

A/N: okay it's sort of short and a bit shit and i played around with the dynamic so it might seem off xx thanks @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff you absolute legend for finding the titles for my blurbs by scouring the 1975's discography based off my extremely vague parameters❤️

wc: 3.5k

content warnings: matty in lingerie (again), mpind typical cursing, bondage (handcuffs), thigh riding, cumplay, begging, switch! Matty, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, matty being a knob as per use

Your head is throbbing, the beat of the shitty house music still echoing in your skull even twenty minutes later. Matty is hanging on your arm, weighing you down as he rambles on about how shit the drinks were, and that you shouldn't have bothered going out in the first place. He was right, the diluted alcohol and trashy EDM ruining a perfectly good sunday night, better spent at an actual club instead of some random blokes house. 

Matty’s hands grip your back as you push the front door open, keeping his balance as the platform boots he had borrowed from you made it quite difficult to walk normally. The light in the foyer automatically comes on, the fancy motion sensors painting the space in a warm glow, casting a shadow over the unorganized pile of shoes on the floor.  

His hands run up your sides as you toe your heels off, tugging your dress down when it rides up, lace scratching the skin of your thighs. Your choice of attire this evening was a tight bodycon dress, red lace details adorning the neckline and bottom hem, a pretty contrast against the black fabric, clinging to your body like a second skin. Matty’s mouth fell open when he saw you slip it on, adjusting its straps in the floor length mirror in your bedroom. 

“Look so pretty tonight, love this dress on you.” he mumbled as his eyes raked up and down your body, drinking you in. 

The party was a flop, both of you promising never to go to that specific house ever again, also deciding to better stay clear of the friend that had extended the invite. 

Since you arrived, his hands were always on some part of your body, whether they were wrapped around your waist, resting on your lower back, or intertwined with yours, his thumb rubbing small circles into the back of your hand. 

Matty leans down to press a kiss to your glossed lips, a peck quickly transforming into his fingers weaving into your hair, pulling you against him. You give into his touch, your bodies flush as he pushes you backwards in the direction of the living room, your knees hitting something wooden. 

“Just- yeah, this is better.” he says as he seats you down onto his posh little decorative chair, the wood smooth against the back of your thighs. Matty’s favorite piece of furniture was a oak wood sitting room chair, the armrests cared to look like trees and flowers, painted in pretty pastels. You always found it a bit morbid, seeing as a tree had died to create it, and painting its living counterpart onto a corpse wasn't really to your taste. 

His lips are hot against yours, tongue licking into your mouth with fervor as you sigh into the kiss, letting your eyes droop closed. Your breathing is heavy, chest heaving against his as he leans over you, dominating the kiss. It felt odd, him above you while you let him kiss you, not the other way around. Lost in your thoughts, you don't even notice one of his hands stop touching you. 

The click is impossible loud as you feel a cool sensation on the skin of your wrist. Your eyes snap open, landing on Matty first before dragging down to your left hand, a pair of handcuffs coming into view. It takes a few seconds for it to actually click. Handcuffs. Matty had handcuffs, and they were on you, also on the armrest. Wait, what? 

Matty chuckles at your confusion, taking the opportunity to reach into his back pocket, pulling out another pair, snapping them onto your right wrist before you could even react properly.   

“What the fuck- Matty?” you sound a bit panicked, tugging at the restraints, not really understanding the purpose of his actions. That was, until you see a filthy smirk spread onto your boyfriend's face.

“Let me out, I swear to fucking god. I don't care what you are playing at.” you resort to immediately throwing around threats, the feeling of being trapped overwhelming you. All he does is watch you struggle, a mischievous expression on his face. 

He presses a finger to your lips, shushing you condescending as cures spill from your lips, the metal of the handcuffs harshly digging into your skin.

“In a bind?” he taunts, his hand stroking your face as you glare at him, not liking the lack of control you possessed. It felt strange, your eyes searching his for a hint of humor, maybe this was a prank? A crude joke to rile you up, his incessant need for attention always finding new, innovative ways to get it from you.

“Fuck you, what do you want?” you spit, eyes narrowing in suspicion. 

“There's so many things I want, but let's start with a simple task first.” he twirls a strand of his hair around his finger, pouting at you. Annoyance bubbles up inside of you, threatening to overflow.

“Be nice to me, won't you? I’ve put in so much effort into your seduction, give me some credit.” His definition of effort was distracting you long enough to snap two pairs of expensive looking handcuffs onto your wrists, but it was more elaborate than his usual routine, which was constantly being nuisance until you gave in. 

“Seduction? More like trickery, you dickhead.” he winces at your insult, clutching his chest over his heart, playing up his offense. 

He tuts at you, mimicking exactly what you did whenever he mouthed off at you. The lightbulb in your head finally clicks on. 

“You could have just told me you wanted attention.” your expression darkens as his eyes dart around, acting caught. That couldn't really be it, right? This was way to much extravagance, even for Matty 

“That's it, isn't it?” he waves a hand to dismiss your words and you scoff, bewildered and intrigued, wondering how long he was going to keep this up for until he finally gave up, letting you free. He spins around on the heel of his foot, hips swaying as took a few steps away from you 

“Watch me.” His voice is thick, sultry, different.

He faces you, his whole body shamelessly on display for you to gawk at. A thin white button down covers his chest, the first four buttons already open, showing traces of his tattoos. The leather trousers he wears look painted onto him, clinging to his legs, the waist of them so low it was obscene.

His fingers work at the remaining buttons as you drink him in, unabashedly staring at his lower half, the leather barely concealing his growing erection. 

The faint trail of hair under his belly button becomes visible as the shirt slips down his shoulders, pooling onto the ground next to his feet. His hands run over his skin, feeling himself up while you sit exactly three feet away, unable to do anything about it but watch, the sight driving you insane. 

He had never denied you like this before, always being ready and willing for you to touch him, feel him, graze your nails over his cock as his back arched into you, begging for relief. It had always been the other way around, Matty on his knees, pleading for your hands, mouth, anything. 

“You're so rough with me.” His voice is whiny as he makes eye contact with you, trailing his fingers over the myriad of hickeys and bite marks that littered his neck, all various shades of purple and red, some faded more than others.

“So aggressive, turns me on.” he breathes harshly, pressing down onto a particularly prominent mark, hissing at the pain that radiated from it. 

“Does it now?” you say, fighting to keep your composure.  

“Yeah.” he parts his lips provocatively, throwing his head back as his hands leave his throat, running through his tangled mess of curls instead.

“Is that why you wouldn't leave me alone at the party?” you try to keep your answers short and simple, attempting to conceal the blatant arousal clouding your mind. Your thighs clench together, your dress riding up slightly. 

“Among other things.” 

You swallow as he takes two steps towards you, his movements fluid and sensual, the look in his eye unrecognizable.

His hand suddenly grabs your face, squeezing it harshly between his fingers. Your lips pucker, a bit of drool falling onto his digits, and you can't do anything but take it, a foreign feeling taking over your body.

“Gorgeous.” he mutters, slipping his thumb past your parted lips. Breathless, you let him explore your mouth, saliva pooling on your tongue as he presses down. 

It all feels surreal, the way Matty just does, not once asking for permission. You can see that familiar glimmer in his eye, an unconscious urge to submit, to serve still present, even if his actions tell a completely different story.

“Do not take your eyes off me.” you nod mindlessly, like you’d ever dream of missing a second of what was happening in front of you. 

His slender fingers toy with the zipper of his trousers, and he smirks at the way you lunge forward, promptly hindered by the cuffs still around your wrists. You seem to keep forgetting that fact, your entire body on fire as he makes delicious eye contact with you, unbuttoning the leather. 

You stare, entranced by his movements, slow and deliberate, yet still never letting you get used to one singular thing. He pushes the trouser down, a hint of his underwear visible over the waistband.

Green catches your eye, and it's not until his fingers reach to snap the fabric against his skin that you realize what he’s wearing.  

“Let me out.” you warn, breathless. The panties you had eyed at that store, the ones he had put into the basket and paid for with a wink.

“No.”

“LET ME OUT.” you pull violently, yanking at the metal, hoping it would snap off or break or something, anything to get your hands on Matty. He chuckles at your reaction, raising his eyebrows as you cease your struggle 

“Where's the fun in that?” he says, palming himself through the underwear, moaning at the relief. You whine, rapidly tapping your foot against the floor when you realize that your efforts are futile. Leave it to Matty to buy handcuffs made out of titanium, even if the pink color of them made them look cheap. 

“Matty, let me out- you can't just- not when you look like that.” you choke, not knowing where to look as he sets his hands on your shoulders, grinning wildly, the expression on your face satisfying him.

“Relax, let it happen.” he coos into your ear, his legs moving to straddle you in the spacious chair.

His lips catch yours in a passionate kiss, your teeth clashing against each other in a mess of spit and tongue. You moan pathetically into his mouth, your mind clouded in lust and desperation, begging him to uncuff you.

You let yourself be kissed, his mouth slowly moving down your jaw, nipping the skin with his teeth, leaving light scratch marks in their wake. 

He alternates between sucking and biting your neck, the sensation making you dizzy with need, your thighs squeezing together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

“What do you feel?” he asks, pulling away to get a good look at your face. His eyes dart over your face, drinking in the mess he’d reduced you to. 

“What?”

“You’re not in control, I have you. What do you feel?” he breathes against your ear, sucking the lobe between his teeth. Your breath hitches, a familiar heat spreading throughout your body, your nipples hardening under your dress as he cups your tits.

“It’s-” you gasp, being cut off by his erection grinding down onto your bare thigh.

“Good?” he finishes, the words dragged out as the pleasure blooms inside of him, all the blood in his head rushing south. 

“Amazing.” you know he cant help himself, and you tense your leg under him, feeling his cock twitch against you.

His arms wrap around your neck as he ruts against your thigh, moaning into your ear, holding nothing back. You whisper small praises back, encouraging him even if you don't want to, the blissed out look on his face making you crack a prideful smile. 

“Feels so good taking you like this, can't even put me in my place, can you?” he mumbles as the wet patch on the front of his panties grows larger, precum leaking onto your skin.

“You're fucking finished once I get out of this.” you threaten, fists clenching and unclenching around the armrests. 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he deliberately pitches his voice, letting out performative moans as his hips stutter, the tip of his cock brushing against a rough bit of lace.

“God- fuck, you were onto something with these.” he snaps the waistband of his panties, hissing at the sting.

“Feels amazing, especially if it's you I'm rubbing up against.” his hand strokes your face, his chest and cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as you eye him up and down, your lips slightly parted.  

“It’d feel so much better if you’d let me go.” you try, knowing it's futile to fight him. He pretends to ponder, stilling against your thigh as his eyes narrow in deep thought. You knew better than to believe it was a genuine debate, his filthy smirk returning when you realize he wasn't going to release you anytime soon. 

He laughs in your face, borderline delirious as he grinds against you, whimpering dirty strings of curses into your ear, his breath hot and intoxicating.

He uses you to get himself off, feeding off of the undivided attention you give him, your eyes never leaving his body. 

His moans grow louder as his cock leaks all over you, his panties completely ruined by now.

“F-fuck, i’m so close. Wanna watch me cum? See how good you make me feel- shit.”

Your pupils are blown out, eyes wide as you watch him cum with a choked groan, spilling all over your thigh, sullying the bottom part of your pretty dress.

Matty’s breathing is erratic, curses falling from his lips as he shakes from the force of his orgasm, his face buried into the crook of your neck as you squirm desperately.

“Are you satisfied?” you mumble, slightly fucked off at the fact that you hadn’t been able to touch him at all, that he had gotten there all on his own.

“Very.” his voice is muffled by your hair, his hands trailing up to cup your tits, groping them with a glint in his eye. You shiver under his touch, pleasure blooming from your chest.

“I could've done it better.” he chuckles at your words, pressing a sweet kiss to the side of your mouth.

“I know, but it was worth it seeing you all riled up.” you roll your eyes in annoyance, hips bucking upwards against the weight of him, searching for any sort of relief.

“Are you desperate?” he coos into your ear, his breath hot against your cheek as his fingers toy with the hem of your dress, covered in his cum.

You scoff at him, trying to calm down and steady your breath as he drops to his knees, nuzzling his face into your lap, peering up at you. 

He parts his lips, tongue lapping up the remnants of his orgasm, licking you clean. You feel the world spin around you, every single part of you screaming at him to you fucking do something.

“Please.” you force out, his hand parting your legs further.

“Oh?” there's a hint of victory in his voice, knowing he’s won. You were giving in, scooting to the edge of your seat, anything to get closer to him. 

His fingers push the lacey hem of your dress, your damp underwear visible against your aching cunt.

“You’re so wet, I can see it from here.” you blush, moving to close your legs. He stops your attempt, digging his nails into your skin.

“Keep them spread, m’gonna make you feel so good.” 

“I need you, please Matty fuck-” his palms grip your thighs as he mouths at your cunt, licking the fabric of your panties, occasionally grazing his teeth other your clothed clit. 

You whimper and moan, bucking into his mouth as he slips them off with his teeth, winking at you when you make eye contact. 

He balls your underwear up and throws it off to the side, forgotten, in the corner. Faced with your glistening core, he licks up your slit, relishing in the way you clench your walls around his tongue, getting lost in the taste of you. 

“It tastes so good, I could spend my whole life right here.” you can only whimper in response, the metal of the handcuffs around your wrists digging into your skin, the dull pain only amplifying the pleasure of Matty sucking your clit between his lips. 

Wet sounds fill the room as he lets you grind against his face, taking back a sliver of the control he had ripped away from you. You feel lightheaded, waves of pleasure washing over you as he doubles his efforts, almost as if trying to apologize for everything he had done to you up until this point. 

A particularly loud moan spills from your lips as he latches onto your clit once again, letting his teeth into the mix. It's slightly painful, but only adds to the overwhelming sensation, the elastic band in your core tightening more and more. He smirks and you feel it on your cunt, a filthy look on his face when he realizes you're close, only needing a little push to get you over that delicious edge. 

“Gonna cum for me? Make my face all dirty?” His voice is muffled, but you hear him loud and clear, his nails digging deep as he buries his tongue into your cunt, feeling you twitch and convulse, your orgasm so close you could taste it. 

“Oh god, i’m so close- fuck.”

“Cum all over my face, paint me yours.” he moans, sucking your clit between his wet lips, feeling you tense up, fingers clutching the armrests they were bound to for dear life. 

Your vision whites out for a few moments as you violently cum, thrashing and gasping for air as the pleasure washes over you in stages, Matty working you through it.

It takes a few moments for you to regain your position, Matty’s eyes peering up at you from his position on the ground, his mouth and chin covered in your slick. He licks his lips provocatively, moaning as the remnants of you hits his tongue, sickly sweet.  

He moves to uncuff you, your wrists an angry red from the fight you had put up earlier in the night. His mouth peppers light kisses over the bruises, quote un-quote “kissing it better”. It was endearing, watching him take such good care of you, even if you did insist that you were perfectly fine. 

“See how good it feels to let go?” he asks, trailing his fingers up your bare arm.

You nod, your hair sticking to your forehead as you breathe shallowly, completely exhausted. His expression is one of love, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You’re so pretty like this, all fucked out. Finally I get to see the other perspective.” you chuckle, his words ringing true 

This was the first time in your relationship the roles had been even slightly reversed, him restraining you instead of the other way round. His cocky and confident nature, one that usually crumbled after skilled touches and a few whispered words, stayed present the entire way through, stripping you of the control you were used to. 

You were never opposed to him taking on the more dominant role, it was just that neither the situation, nor the opportunity had ever presented itself, with Matty always being more naturally submissive, dropping to his knees in front of you at the flip of a switch. 

You smile at him fondly, delicate fingers reach out to cup his face softly, mindlessly swiping at the skin

“You’ll be seeing a lot more of it if it feels like that.” he sniggers, his eyes crinkling up as laughter fills your ears.

“Does this mean I get to take pictures too?” he sounds so hopeful, making it impossible to just say ‘no’. You huff instead, a smile spreading onto your face, telling him all he needed to know. 

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[sngl-led-auto-lights]

How do I turn on headlights?

Turning on your vehicle’s headlights is a fundamental safety step for driving in low-light conditions, bad weather, or at night. The exact method depends on your car’s make and model, but here’s a universal guide:

Manual Headlight Controls

Most cars use a stalk (lever on the steering column) or a rotary dial on the dashboard. Follow these steps: Locate the Control:

Stalk: Look for a lever on the left or right side of the steering wheel.

Rotary Dial: Often labeled with symbols (e.g., ⚪, 🌙, or AUTO). Switch Positions:

Off: All lights disabled.

Parking Lights (🌙): Small side marker lights (use when parked in low-light areas).

Low Beams (⚪): Standard headlights for driving in darkness or bad weather.

High Beams: Push/pull the stalk forward (or twist the dial) to activate. A blue 🌐 symbol will appear on the dashboard.

Automatic Headlights

Many modern cars have sensors that activate headlights based on ambient light: Set to AUTO: Rotate the dial to "AUTO" (usually marked with an "A").

Override if Needed: Manually switch to low/high beams if the system fails to activate (e.g., heavy fog).

Daytime Running Lights (DRLs)

DRLs are always on when the engine is running (no action needed).

Note: DRLs are dimmer than low beams and don’t activate taillights. Manually switch to low beams in poor visibility.

High Beams

Activate: Pull the stalk toward you (or push forward, depending on the car).

Deactivate: Return the stalk to its original position.

When to Use: Only on dark, unlit roads with no oncoming traffic.

Fog Lights (If Equipped)

Separate Button: Usually marked with a 🌀 or 🌫️ symbol.

Activate: Press the fog light button after turning on low beams.

Advanced Systems (Matrix LEDs, Adaptive Lights)

Auto-Dimming: High-end cars adjust beam patterns automatically. Keep the system in "AUTO" mode.

Voice Commands: Some cars (e.g., Tesla, Mercedes) allow voice activation (e.g., "Turn on headlights").

Dashboard Symbols Symbol Meaning 🌐 High beams activated 🌙 Parking lights on 🌀 Front/rear fog lights on ⚠️ Headlight malfunction

Safety Tips Low Beams in Rain/Fog: High beams reflect off water droplets, reducing visibility.

Check Laws: Some regions require headlights on at all times (e.g., Scandinavia, parts of Canada).

Replace Burnt Bulbs: A blown bulb can lead to fines or accidents.

Troubleshooting If headlights won’t turn on: Check the fuse box (consult your owner’s manual).

Ensure the dial/stalk isn’t stuck in "Off" or "Parking Lights."

Test the battery and alternator (dimming lights may indicate electrical issues).

By following these steps, you’ll ensure optimal visibility and compliance with traffic laws. Always prioritize safety over convenience! 🔧🚗

[cathycycling]

Gaciron Bike Lights: A Reliable Choice for Cycling Safety

Gaciron bike lights have earned a solid reputation in the cycling community for their high quality and innovative technology. As a brand specializing in cycling lighting, Gaciron has made several breakthroughs in light design and functionality. Here are some key features that make Gaciron bike lights stand out:

1. High Brightness and Long Battery Life

Gaciron bike lights use high-brightness LED bulbs that provide powerful illumination, ensuring cyclists can clearly see the road ahead, even in darkness, while minimizing glare for other road users. Whether riding in city streets or on rugged mountain trails, Gaciron lights are designed to meet various lighting needs. Additionally, they typically offer long battery life, ensuring ample power for extended rides.

2. Intelligent Brightness Adjustment and Multiple Modes

Many Gaciron lights are equipped with smart sensors that automatically adjust brightness based on the surrounding light conditions. For instance, in brighter environments, the light automatically dims, while in darker settings, it increases brightness to maintain optimal visibility. Gaciron bike lights also offer multiple lighting modes (such as flash, constant on, high beam, and low beam), allowing cyclists to switch between modes based on their needs.

3. Waterproof and Durability

Gaciron bike lights are designed with high water resistance, making them suitable for harsh weather conditions like heavy rain or muddy trails. Even during mountain biking or rainy commutes, Gaciron lights continue to perform reliably. The lights are also made from durable materials that can withstand prolonged vibrations and impacts, ensuring they remain functional and intact over time.

4. Easy Installation and User-Friendly Operation

Gaciron bike lights are designed with the rider's convenience in mind. Installation is quick and simple, with most lights easily mounted on the handlebar or seat post without the need for complex tools. The operation is also intuitive, with a single button for turning the light on/off and switching between modes, allowing cyclists to adjust the light without distraction.

5. Great Value for Money

Compared to many high-end brands, Gaciron bike lights offer great value for money. Whether you're a casual rider or a professional cyclist, Gaciron provides products that strike a balance between functionality and affordability, making them a top choice for many cyclists.

6. Wide Range of Options

Gaciron offers a variety of bike lights to meet the needs of different cyclists. Whether you need a high-brightness light for long-distance rides or a simple commuter light for urban cycling, Gaciron has options for every type of rider. For example, their front lights range from 200 to 1000 lumens and beyond, while the rear lights come in different models suited to various scenarios, ensuring safety throughout your ride.

Conclusion

If you're looking for a bike light that combines comprehensive functionality with reliable performance, Gaciron is definitely a brand worth considering. Whether you're aiming to enhance your night riding safety, improve visibility, or maintain steady performance in harsh weather, Gaciron bike lights will keep you covered during every ride.

[lazeecomet]

Manly Man things that your Old Man may not have told you (because he just though you knew)

Things in life are not suppose to suck. We, collectively as a society, have gotten really good at addressing specific things in life that suck and making them suck less. This is a bunch of Man Centric issues that i just though was an sucky part about being A Man that actually have solutions.

Facail hair is a lottery. it can come in fully by 15 or 25. My brother had a full beard by 16 the same year i was struggling to grow much of anything past peach fuzz at 19. now he has to shave his neck every other day while i can get away without shaving at all for 3-4 days and only end up with a 5'oclock shadow of a goatee. while on the subject.....

Growing a beard/mustache is not suppose to be physically uncomfortable. if you find that you cant stand having facial hair that goes past setting 3 or 4 on a trimmer because its just Uncomfortable all the time, you need to start using a Beard Oil of some kind. Its basically conditioner for your beard. its easy to try, just apply it once a day, and its less then 10$ for a bottle that will last quite a while

If your chafing your balls all the time you should consider changing your underwear. And i dont mean like change it once a day. I expect that from you. please. i mean the STYLE of underwear. there is 3 main styles of mens underwear that you'll find at Target and Walmart. Briefs, Boxers, and Boxer Briefs. see image below. Briefs are your classic tighty whities and they can chafe because of where the leg-hole seam is. Consider switching to boxers of boxer briefs. Boxers are your classic Hearts underwear you find when people get panted in movies. they are very loose so everything will be rattling around down there. lots of room to breathe but not great support. Boxer briefs are the middle ground. they provide the much of the same sack support that briefs do but move the leg hole (and leg hole seam) down the thigh. try out a different set for a few weeks and see if you notice a difference. i switched from briefs to boxer briefs and i have not looked back

speaking of your balls, dont fucking listen to manscaped. if you do want to try it out, dont fall for their marketing and go for a close clean shave. have you ever shaved your face clean and then a day later rubbed your chin to feel the stubble. that stuff is kinda scratchy and coarse aint it? a fun texture to stroke with your hand but you wouldnt want to do it all day? well....now imagine that same feeling but its your dick. You also get the added bonus of More Sweat! body hair is very good at wicking sweat away from the skin and with it all cut off, your putting a lot of faith in the wicking properties of your underwear. This is why Manscapes whole business pitch is about looks instead of how it feels to have a nice clean shave. the target audience for people who want to experience sandpapering their own dicks against their body is small and already cornered by the Home Depot

you can cover the automatic flush sensor on a public toilet with a piece of toilet paper so it doesnt flush on you when your sitting on it. remove the TP and throw it in to trigger a flush. no surprise splashes

dont send unsolicited dick pics. unless they ask, nobody wants to see that. and even when they do ask. dont. the internet never forgets.

Im sure there is more but its very late at night and my thoughts are muddled

[jaydelta]

jaydelta first meeting

written in two hours in the middle of the night and not remotely proofread

The lock is broken.

Jason frowns behind his helmet, eyes narrowing. No one knew he was coming here — he hadn't told anyone, at least. He keeps his head on a swivel as he takes stock of his surroundings, flicking through modes on his display.

He clenches his jaw when he lands on heat vision, exhaling harshly. Someone's beaten him here. His mark's body is cooling on the floor. Gritting his teeth, he lets the door swing open.

It's pitch dark, but he hardly notices, HUD automatically switching to night vision for him. As soon as it does, his grip is tightening on his gun, safety clicking off. He raises it immediately, leveling it at the woman knelt on the floor. Her head whips towards him, revealing the blood on her lips and the snarl on her face. She moves faster than he can anticipate, out the open window before he can fire, leaving him standing there with his jaw clenched and brow furrowed for longer than he's willing to admit.

He tails her to an apartment building not far from the bay. It's not a bad place, he finds himself thinking. Shaking his head to clear the thought, he writes down the address and continues his work.

He struggles to sleep that night, thinking over the brief encounter. She hadn't shown up on his thermal sensors. He swears her eyes glinted in the dark before his night vision kicked in. Whoever she is, he's pretty sure she's not human.

On the other side of Gotham, Delta Iordanu stares out the window of her apartment. Long fingers curl in heavy blackout curtains as she tugs them closed once she's sure he's gone, sighing quietly. Catching the attention of another vigilante won't be good… her only saving grace is that the Red Hood isn't above killing, so she may be able to bargain with him. Killing one vigilante would bring the others running, and she'd really rather not deal with the fallout.

It's early the next morning when she leaves for work, tucking her knife into the waistband of her jeans. She doesn't usually bother with it in her civilian life, but after being followed home last night she'd rather not take her chances. She knows she's being followed as soon as she steps outside, but she doesn't acknowledge it — he'll either reveal himself to her or he won't.

He stays about a block back as he follows her, walking slower than feels natural to him. In the morning light he can see her much better, and the first thing he notices is that she's tall, taller even than he is. Watching her open the doors to the Gotham Aquarium grants him a glimpse of tattooed skin when the sleeves of her leather jacket shift, and her glance over her shoulder reveals her dark eyes and darker makeup. Her gaze flicks right over him and for a split second he feels more worried than he has on the job for years.

It's a few hours later, a few hours of watching her tend to tanks and occasionally crouch to speak to a child in short but surprisingly gentle sentences, when he follows her into an empty hallway. Again, she moves too quickly for him to react, pinning him to the wall with a knife to his throat. Her eyes catch the light in a distinctly inhuman way and he'd swear her teeth are sharper than they were mere moments ago.

"Why are you following me, Red Hood?" Despite the knife she has pressed to his throat, her affect is flat and she sounds completely unaffected.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says immediately, watching the way her eyes flash.

"Yes, you do," she returns, head tilting as she looks down at him. "You followed me home, and you followed me here, and I'd like to know why."

"I'm not Red Hood," he lies.

"Bullshit. Why are you following me?" She presses the knife a little tighter to his throat, still not quite drawing blood, and he gets a glimpse of sharp teeth as she bites out a sigh.

"I'm not answering that."

"So you admit that you're following me?" She quirks an eyebrow, flicking her knife closed and taking a half step backwards. He finds himself missing the way she had him pinned to the wall, and immediately dismisses the thought to unpack later — or not at all. "You'd be more comfortable in your helmet," she deduces, tilting her head. "Meet me at the docks tonight, we'll talk then. I have to get back to work." Without another glance at him, she turns on her heel and sets off down the hall, leaving him standing there, once again, for longer than he'd care to admit.

[gluroo]

Gluroo Motion Sensor Night Light

🌙 Illuminate Your Path with Ease – Hands-Free, Smart Lighting

Say goodbye to stumbling around in the dark. The Gluroo Motion Sensor Night Light automatically lights up when it detects movement, providing a soft, comforting glow without the need for switches or buttons. Perfect for bedrooms, hallways, bathrooms, or any space that needs an automatic, energy-efficient lighting solution.

💡 Key Features:

🎯 Smart Motion Detection The built-in PIR sensor detects movement within a 120° range up to 16 feet, instantly illuminating your space when you approach.

💡 Soft, Non-Glare Lighting Provides just the right amount of light for nighttime navigation without disrupting your sleep. Ideal for kids’ rooms, bathrooms, and hallways.

🔋 Energy-Efficient LED Low-power LED technology ensures a long-lasting, cost-effective solution for night lighting, using minimal electricity.

🌙 Auto-On, Auto-Off Turns on when motion is detected and off after 20 seconds of inactivity—perfect for conserving energy and reducing light pollution.

🔧 Easy Installation Mounts easily to any wall or ceiling with the included adhesive pads or screws. No wiring necessary.

🌱 Versatile and Compact Design Sleek and modern, the compact design blends seamlessly into any room decor without taking up much space.

🏡 Perfect For:

Hallways, stairs & corridors

Bedrooms & children’s rooms

Bathrooms & kitchens

Closets & cabinets

Dark spaces like garages or basements

❓ FAQs

Q1: How long does the light stay on? The light stays on for approximately 20 seconds after detecting motion and turns off automatically to save energy.

Q2: Can I install it on the ceiling? Yes! The versatile design allows installation on both walls and ceilings, ideal for various spaces.

Q3: Is it bright enough to light up the whole room? While it provides a soft glow, it's designed for ambient lighting rather than full-room illumination.

Q4: Can I use it outdoors? This model is best suited for indoor use. For outdoor use, consider our weatherproof models.

✨ Simplify Your Nighttime Routine

The Gluroo Motion Sensor Night Light brings both convenience and safety, lighting your way without you having to lift a finger.

➡️ Ready for a brighter, smarter night? Get Gluroo today.

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[solarlightingdesigns]

Brighten Your Outdoors with Sustainable Solar Lighting Solutions

As we move towards a more sustainable future, finding eco-friendly and energy-efficient solutions for everyday needs is becoming increasingly important. Solar lighting offers the perfect solution for those looking to illuminate their outdoor spaces without relying on traditional electricity. Whether it’s for your garden, walkway, or driveway, solar lighting is not only practical but also environmentally friendly and cost-effective.

Why Choose Solar Lighting?

There are many compelling reasons to consider solar lighting for your outdoor spaces. Let’s explore why it’s the ideal choice for homeowners and businesses alike:

Eco-Friendly and Energy-Efficient Solar lights harness the power of the sun, turning it into clean, renewable energy. This means you don’t have to worry about electricity bills or your environmental impact. By switching to solar lighting, you’re making a conscious choice to reduce your carbon footprint and support sustainable energy practices.

Cost-Effective One of the most significant benefits of solar lighting is its low operational cost. Since solar lights use sunlight to charge, they don’t incur any ongoing energy costs. Once installed, you’re free from monthly utility bills, making solar lighting a long-term investment that saves you money.

Low Maintenance Solar lights are incredibly easy to maintain. They are equipped with automatic sensors that allow them to charge during the day and automatically switch on at night. With no need for wiring, electricity, or constant maintenance, solar lighting is a hassle-free solution for your outdoor lighting needs.

Durable and Weather-Resistant Solar lights are designed to withstand the elements, making them perfect for year-round outdoor use. With weather-resistant materials and durable construction, these lights continue to perform in various weather conditions, from rain and snow to heat and wind.

Flexible Installation Solar lights are incredibly versatile and easy to install. Without the need for electrical wiring, they can be placed in virtually any outdoor space. Whether it’s lining a walkway, illuminating a driveway, or lighting up your garden, solar lights can be installed wherever you need them most, without the hassle of digging trenches or hiring an electrician.

Types of Solar Lighting Solutions

At Solar Lighting Designs, we offer a wide range of solar lighting products, each designed to meet different needs and preferences. Here are some of the most popular types:

Solar Bollard Lights: Ideal for lighting pathways, driveways, and gardens, these lights are both functional and aesthetically pleasing. They offer a modern look while providing bright, reliable illumination.

Solar Garden Lights: Perfect for adding a decorative touch to your garden or landscaping, solar garden lights create a warm ambiance while keeping your outdoor spaces lit at night.

Solar Pathway Lights: These lights are designed to guide the way along walkways, creating safe, illuminated paths. Whether in your backyard or garden, they provide both safety and style.

Solar Floodlights: For those who need powerful lighting for larger outdoor areas, solar floodlights offer high-intensity illumination that can light up driveways, yards, and even commercial spaces.

Solar Motion Sensor Lights: Ideal for enhancing security, solar motion sensor lights automatically turn on when movement is detected, making them a great addition to entrances, garages, and other vulnerable areas.

Why Choose Solar Lighting Designs?

At Solar Lighting Designs, we are committed to providing high-quality solar lighting solutions that not only meet your practical needs but also align with your environmental values. We offer a diverse selection of solar lights designed for various outdoor applications. Each product is carefully crafted with durability and performance in mind, ensuring you get the best value for your investment.

Our lights are designed for easy installation and require minimal maintenance, making them the perfect choice for homeowners and businesses looking to upgrade their outdoor lighting without the hassle. With a focus on sustainability and energy efficiency, we offer solutions that are both cost-effective and eco-friendly.

Start Lighting Your Outdoors the Sustainable Way

With solar lighting, you can enjoy a beautifully illuminated outdoor space while reducing your energy consumption and environmental impact. Whether you’re looking to enhance the security of your home or simply create a relaxing ambiance in your garden, solar lights are the perfect solution.

Explore our wide range of solar lighting options and find the ideal solution for your needs. Learn more and start your solar lighting journey today by visiting: Solar Lighting. Let us help you brighten your outdoor spaces with clean, renewable energy!

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How the Right Outdoor Lighting Turns a Backyard into a Summer Escape

There’s something about summer that pulls you outdoors. It’s the season of warm evenings, grilled dinners, quiet swings under the stars, and barefoot walks across the lawn. But as magical as that sounds, it only works if your outdoor space feels inviting after the sun goes down. That’s where lighting comes in.

I learned this not through a design book or a Pinterest board, but through a slightly chaotic summer dinner party. It was my turn to host, and I’d imagined a beautiful, relaxed evening outside: glasses clinking, laughter echoing, maybe even some music playing softly in the background.

Instead, I got a lot of “Can someone turn on their phone flashlight?” and “I think I just stepped on a garden gnome.” Not exactly the atmosphere I’d dreamed of.

After that evening, I realized outdoor lighting wasn’t just decoration. It was essential.

Why Outdoor Lighting Isn’t Just About Seeing in the Dark

It’s tempting to think of outdoor lighting as a single fixture near the back door or maybe a floodlight over the garage. But those types of lights often feel either too harsh or too limited. The key to good outdoor lighting is balance, enough brightness to see comfortably, but soft enough to feel like part of the natural setting.

Lighting outdoors has a job. It keeps people safe from trips and falls. It makes your home feel welcoming to guests and less inviting to intruders. And maybe most importantly, it sets the tone. A well-lit patio doesn’t just look good. It makes you want to stay a while.

Layering Light: The Secret to Summer Evenings That Feel Just Right

If you’ve ever been to a restaurant patio that just felt "right," chances are the lighting was layered.

It starts with overhead lighting. Think about string lights, lanterns, or even light tubes mounted along pergolas or under eaves. These create an ambient glow that lights up the entire space without overpowering it.

Then you add task lighting: subtle, focused lights near seating or pathways. This is where things like LED floor lamps, solar lanterns, or motion-sensor lighting accessories really shine. One of my neighbors placed solar lamps with metal plant stands at opposite corners of her deck, and the effect was both functional and beautiful. They added just enough glow to light the whole space, and the plants looked like they were glowing from within.

You can find the same 2-pack she used on 50bulbs. They’re solar-powered, waterproof, and charge by day to shine all night. They’re also USB rechargeable, which helps when you have a few cloudy days in a row. And since they double as plant stands, they don't take up extra space or feel out of place.

Finally, there’s accent lighting. This might mean small bulbs hidden among your garden beds, a few flickering lights around the firepit, or even some portable lighting near a hammock or swing.

Tips for a Cooler Summer Setup

Hot nights and bad lighting don’t mix. If you’ve ever tried to relax under an incandescent light in July, you know what I mean. Older bulbs and halogen fixtures can give off heat and attract bugs like magnets. Not ideal for sipping iced tea or playing cards with friends.

Switching to LED lights solves that in a snap. They stay cool, use less power, and don’t need to be replaced constantly. Plus, they come in different color temperatures. For summer nights, a soft white or warm glow usually feels best—bright enough to see clearly, but mellow enough to keep the vibe calm.

Also, think about motion sensors or solar timers. These lighting accessories can turn your lights on automatically at dusk and off by midnight, saving energy and taking the pressure off you to remember every switch.

Make It Personal

One of my favorite additions to our yard came from an afternoon walk through a local flea market. I found an old metal lantern and turned it into a solar-powered light with a cheap LED insert. Now it hangs from a tree near our hammock and glows every night without me lifting a finger.

Your outdoor space doesn’t have to look like a magazine spread. It just has to feel like yours.

Maybe that means light tubes under a railing for your kids to safely race around after dark. Maybe it’s portable lights on your picnic table for late-night board games. Maybe it’s a single solar lamp placed right where your dog always wanders after dinner.

Good lighting supports your life. It doesn’t demand attention. It simply helps you enjoy what’s already there.

What About Rain, Wind, and Heat?

Summer weather can be unpredictable. That’s why durability matters. Many outdoor lights are now designed to be weather-resistant, but double-check the specs before you buy. Look for waterproof ratings and sturdy materials that won’t rust or fade.

The solar floor lamps I mentioned earlier from 50bulbs are built for all seasons. They’ve stood through thunderstorms, strong winds, and more than one wild raccoon visit. And they still work like new.

The Emotional Side of Outdoor Lighting

This might sound silly, but the first night we got our new backyard lighting setup, I sat outside long after everyone else had gone to bed. No phone, no TV, just me and the soft glow from the garden. It was peaceful. I could hear the crickets. The sky was deep navy. The light made everything feel safe and calm.

That’s what outdoor lighting gives you in the summer. A place to unwind. A way to extend the joy of the day into the night. A little pocket of light where you can be still.

A Final Thought

You don’t need to go overboard. One or two well-placed bulbs, a couple of smart lighting accessories, maybe a solar lamp or two. Start small and build over time. Summer is long, and every evening is a chance to make your space a little more magical.

If you’re looking for easy solutions, 50bulbs has a collection of outdoor options designed to blend right into your home’s rhythm. Not flashy, not fussy, just practical tools to help your backyard feel like a place you want to be.

And on that note, I think it’s time to step outside. The sun’s setting, the garden’s quiet, and the lights are already turning themselves on.

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Solar Barn Lights

If you’re looking to illuminate your barn, workshop, or outdoor structure without the hassle of wiring or high electricity costs, solar barn lights are the perfect solution. These lights are not only eco-friendly and cost-effective but also easy to install and ideal for remote or off-grid areas.

In this blog, we’ll explore:

Why solar barn lights are a smart choice

The types of solar barn lights available

Features to look for when shopping

Installation tips

Top product recommendations for 2025

💡 Why Choose Solar Barn Lights?

Traditional barn lighting often requires running power lines, installing switches, and managing monthly utility bills. Solar barn lights, on the other hand, offer these advantages:

✅ No wiring needed – Ideal for remote barns or outbuildings

✅ Runs on sunlight – Zero electricity cost and reduced carbon footprint

✅ Automatic operation – Many lights have dusk-to-dawn sensors or motion activation

✅ Weather-resistant – Designed to withstand outdoor conditions

✅ Quick and easy installation – Set up in minutes with basic tools

Whether you're housing livestock, storing equipment, or simply need nighttime visibility, solar barn lights provide powerful, low-maintenance lighting where and when you need it.

🔋 Types of Solar Barn Lights

Here are the most common types of solar barn lighting:

1. Gooseneck Solar Barn Lights

Classic, farmhouse-style lights with a curved arm—perfect for aesthetic and functional use on barns, garages, or stables.

2. Flood and Spot Solar Lights

Ideal for broad coverage, security, and illuminating large areas like doors, driveways, or equipment zones.

3. Pendant or Hanging Lights

Great for interior barn lighting—usually powered by a solar panel mounted outside with a cable running inside.

4. Motion Sensor Solar Lights

Activate when movement is detected—ideal for security or occasional entry into the barn at night.

5. Dusk-to-Dawn Lights

Equipped with light sensors that turn on automatically at dusk and off at dawn—set it and forget it.

🔍 Features to Look For

When buying solar barn lights, here are some key features to keep in mind:

Brightness (Lumens): 300–800 lumens for general lighting; higher for floodlights or security use.

Battery Capacity: Larger batteries (2000mAh–6000mAh) provide longer runtime.

Solar Panel Quality: Look for high-efficiency monocrystalline panels.

Durability: Choose IP65 or higher for weatherproofing.

Mounting Options: Wall, pole, or ceiling mounts depending on your barn structure.

Control Options: Remote control, timer settings, motion detection, or manual switches.

🔧 Installation Tips

Install the solar panel in a location that gets full sun for at least 6–8 hours/day.

Use longer cables if placing the panel outside and the light inside the barn.

For motion sensor lights, angle the sensor downward and toward entry points for optimal detection.

Always check for secure mounting, especially in areas with high wind or animal movement.

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Considering how cheap headlights and the electricity to run them are, why bother having a separate setting for running lights with no headlights on?

The existence of daytime running lights (DRLs) and separate lighting modes isn’t about cost—it’s about balancing safety, energy efficiency, and regulatory compliance. Here’s why automakers and regulators don’t just default to full headlights 24/7:

1. Safety Priorities

DRLs vs. Headlights: • DRLs (typically 400–800 lumens) are designed to make your car visible to others in daylight without blinding drivers. • Headlights (1,000–4,000+ lumens) are for illuminating the road at night or in low visibility. Running full headlights in daylight wastes energy and creates glare.

Glare Risks: Full headlights in daylight can wash out turn signals, brake lights, and pedestrian visibility. Studies show excessive daytime brightness increases collision risks by 7–12% in urban areas.

2. Energy and System Longevity

Power Draw: Light Type Power Consumption DRLs (LED) 5–10W per side Halogen Headlights 55–110W per side EVs and hybrids avoid wasting battery on unnecessary headlight use. For ICE vehicles, constant headlight use adds load to alternators, reducing fuel efficiency.

Bulb Lifespan: Halogen bulbs last 500–1,000 hours; running them 24/7 could burn them out in weeks.

3. Regulatory Requirements

Global Standards: • EU/Canada: Mandate DRLs but prohibit automatic full headlights during daylight (to reduce glare). • U.S.: No DRL mandate, but NHTSA requires separate headlight modes to avoid driver confusion.

Color and Brightness Rules: DRLs must be white/yellow and dimmer than headlights. For example, UN Regulation 87 caps DRL intensity at 1,200 cd (candelas) vs. 20,000–70,000 cd for low beams.

4. Technical Design Nuances

Heat Management: Headlights generate significant heat (halogens reach 250°C+). Continuous daytime use could warp housings or melt nearby components.

Sensor Integration: Automatic systems use ambient light sensors to switch modes. Keeping headlights off in daylight preserves night-mode responsiveness.

5. User Behavior and Flexibility

Driver Control: Separate modes let drivers: • Use parking lights (even dimmer than DRLs) for stationary visibility. • Manually toggle headlights in rain/fog without relying on DRLs.

Aesthetic Customization: Some drivers prefer DRLs (e.g., signature LED strips) for styling without full headlight glare.

Why Not Just Use Headlights?

Glare for Others: Full headlights in daylight can obscure brake lights and dazzle cyclists/pedestrians.

Battery Drain: A 100W halogen system running 12 hours/day costs ~$15/year in electricity but drains car batteries 3–5x faster when idling.

Wear and Tear: Bulbs, wiring, and switches degrade faster with constant use.

The Optimal Compromise Modern cars increasingly use adaptive lighting systems that:

Auto-activate DRLs in daylight.

Switch to low beams at dusk or in tunnels.

Enable high beams only when no traffic is detected.

This balances safety, efficiency, and cost—proving that separate settings are smarter than brute-forcing full headlights.

TL;DR: DRLs exist because they’re purpose-built for daytime visibility with minimal downsides. Full headlights are overkill (and counterproductive) when the sun’s out.

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Night mode of industrial control LCD screen: making industrial display smarter and more comfortable

In the field of industrial automation, many devices need to run 24 hours a day, and night operation is the norm. However, ordinary LCD screens often have problems such as excessive brightness and glare when used at night, which affects the operator's visual experience and efficiency. The night mode of industrial control LCD screens came into being, providing a more comfortable display effect for night operation by intelligently adjusting brightness, color temperature and contrast.

Intelligent brightness adjustment, protect your eyes

The core of night mode is intelligent brightness adjustment. The industrial control LCD screen has a built-in ambient light sensor that can sense the intensity of surrounding light in real time and automatically reduce the screen brightness to avoid strong light stimulation. For example, outdoor high-brightness industrial displays will automatically lower the brightness at night to ensure that users are not glaring when operating, the brightness is soft, and the experience is better.

Color temperature optimization to reduce visual fatigue

In addition to brightness adjustment, night mode also optimizes the screen color temperature. By adjusting the backlight color temperature to warm tones (such as 6500K), blue light radiation is reduced and the operator's visual fatigue is reduced. Patent CN103617788B proposes a linear constant current drive circuit compensated by thermistors, which stabilizes the color temperature of LCD displays at around 6500K, meeting the strict color temperature requirements of aviation, aerospace and other fields.

Full lamination process to improve display effect

Night mode is usually combined with full lamination process to eliminate the air gap between the screen and the touch layer, reduce reflection and scattering, and further improve night visibility. This process can also prevent fogging inside the screen in low temperature environments, ensuring stable operation in cold areas.

Wide application scenarios

The night mode of industrial control LCD screens is widely used in outdoor charging piles, smart bus stops, port cranes and other scenarios. For example, when the port crane cab is operating at night, the high-brightness screen automatically switches to night mode, which not only ensures clear data visibility, but also avoids strong light interfering with the operator's vision, significantly improving the safety of the operation.

Energy saving and environmental protection, extended life

Night mode not only improves the user experience, but also has the advantages of energy saving and environmental protection. By reducing brightness and optimizing backlight control, energy consumption is reduced and the service life of the screen is extended. The power consumption of some industrial control LCD screens can be reduced by more than 30% in night mode, which is in line with the concept of green manufacturing.

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How Changing the Lights Made Mornings Easier

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Last month, I finally decided to fix the lighting in my bathroom. For years, I had been putting up with a single overhead bulb that flickered and gave off harsh, cold light. Mornings felt rushed and stressful — the glare made it hard to see clearly when brushing my teeth or doing my makeup. Even worse, the space felt dull and uninviting.

One weekend, I took a little time to rethink the bathroom lighting. I wanted something simple, practical, and warm — a lighting setup that made the bathroom feel fresh and comfortable, especially on those early mornings when I was barely awake.

Here’s what I did, and what you can try too.

Start with the Right Bulbs

The first change was swapping out the old bulb for a warm LED bulb. LED bulbs use less energy and last longer than regular bulbs, but what really mattered was the warm light color. It gave the room a soft, natural glow that wasn’t harsh on my eyes.

Warm LED bulbs are great for bathrooms because they mimic natural daylight but feel gentle. If you want to see good options, check out 50bulbs where they have many styles perfect for bathroom lighting.

Add Light Around the Mirror

Next, I focused on the mirror. I realized the overhead light wasn’t enough for tasks like shaving or applying makeup. Installing light tubes or LED strip lights around the mirror brightened my face evenly without harsh shadows.

These light tubes use LED technology, so they stay cool and don’t add heat to the bathroom. They also save energy and make the space look modern and clean.

If you’re thinking about upgrading your mirror lighting, 50bulbs offers easy-to-install options that suit most bathrooms.

Use Layered Lighting for Flexibility

Instead of relying on one bright light, I added smaller lighting sources. A combination of ceiling bulbs, mirror lights, and a small portable LED lamp gave me control over the brightness.

For example, at night, I can use the portable lamp for a soft glow that’s easy on my eyes but still bright enough to get ready without waking others. Layered lighting helps you adjust the mood depending on the time of day and task.

Don’t Forget Lighting Accessories

Adding a dimmer switch was a game-changer. It lets me adjust the light intensity quickly, perfect for early mornings or late nights. Motion sensor lights near the door are also useful — they turn on automatically when you enter and switch off when you leave, saving energy.

Accessories like these are affordable and easy to add. You can find them along with bulbs and lighting fixtures at 50bulbs.

Why Choose LED Lights for Your Bathroom

LED lights are ideal because they don’t get hot, which keeps the bathroom cooler and safer. They’re also moisture resistant in many designs, so they work well in humid spaces.

Switching to LED bulbs and tubes improved my bathroom experience dramatically. The space felt brighter, cleaner, and more welcoming — which made those hectic mornings a little easier to handle.

Final Tips for Better Bathroom Lighting

Choose warm LED bulbs to keep the space cozy and natural-looking.

Add lighting around mirrors with LED light tubes or strips for even, shadow-free light.

Layer your lighting with ceiling lights, mirror lights, and portable lamps for flexibility.

Use dimmers and motion sensors to save energy and create the right mood.

Look for moisture-resistant LED options to last longer in humid bathrooms.

Upgrading your bathroom lighting doesn’t have to be hard or expensive. Small changes like swapping bulbs and adding mirror lights can make a big difference. If you want to explore bulbs, light tubes, and accessories, 50bulbs is a great place to start.