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How To Check The Water Pressure In Your Property

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The Future of Hydronic Heating Technology in Keysborough

Introduction

Hydronic heating technology has long been revered for its efficiency and comfort, especially in regions like Keysborough where winters can be harsh. As technology evolves, so does the potential for hydronic heating systems to become even more efficient, cost-effective, and environmentally friendly. This article explores the exciting developments on the horizon for hydronic heating in Keysborough, offering a glimpse into what the future holds for this essential home comfort technology.

The Current Landscape of Hydronic Heating in Keysborough

Keysborough residents have increasingly turned to hydronic heating systems for their homes and apartments due to their superior comfort and energy efficiency compared to traditional heating methods. These systems use water to transfer heat, circulating it through pipes or panels installed in floors, walls, or ceilings, providing consistent warmth without the noise and dust associated with forced-air systems.

Emerging Trends in Hydronic Heating Technology

Smart Controls and Automation: One of the most significant advancements in hydronic heating technology is the integration of smart controls and automation. Smart thermostats allow homeowners to precisely control their heating systems remotely via smartphone apps, optimizing energy usage and ensuring comfort tailored to individual preferences.

Energy Efficiency Innovations: Future hydronic heating systems in Keysborough are poised to become even more energy-efficient. Advances in boiler technology, such as condensing boilers and heat pumps, promise higher efficiency ratings and reduced energy consumption, contributing to lower utility bills and a smaller carbon footprint.

Integration with Renewable Energy Sources: As sustainable living practices gain momentum, the future of hydronic heating in Keysborough includes integration with renewable energy sources. Solar thermal panels can supplement traditional boilers, providing free heat from the sun and further reducing reliance on fossil fuels.

Improved System Design and Installation: Innovations in system design and installation techniques are streamlining the process of retrofitting existing homes with hydronic heating. Modular components and prefabricated panels make installation quicker and less invasive, minimizing disruption to homeowners.

Environmental Benefits of Hydronic Heating

Hydronic heating systems offer several environmental benefits that align with global efforts to reduce carbon emissions:

Conclusion

In conclusion, the future of hydronic heating technology in Keysborough looks promising, with advancements in efficiency, sustainability, and comfort shaping the landscape. As technology continues to evolve, homeowners can expect even greater control over their heating systems, coupled with reduced environmental impact and enhanced economic benefits. Embracing these innovations ensures that Keysborough remains at the forefront of efficient, sustainable home heating solutions well into the future.

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4 Best Bathroom Radiators And Heated Towel Rail Options For Your Stylish Home

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Brown Eyed Boy: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @oklahomapeach

Summary: The birth of your son doesn't quite go the way you'd planned.

Companion piece to:

Lines - It’s been a long time since Robby’s been attracted to someone like this.

Lipstick (NSFW) - It's love at first blow job for Dr Robby.

Crisis - Robby has a bad day.

ASMR For The Soul - Robby doesn't sleep when you're not around.

Bunny - Robby discovers you've been keeping secrets.

Something To Complain About (NSFW) - You ignite the ire of Robby's neighbour with your bedroom noises.

Noise Cancelling - Robby discovers his neighbour keeps a spreadsheet of your antics.

Poolside - When Robby's had a really shitty day he always ends up whereever you are.

The Betting Pool - Robby discovers that his collegues have been taking bets on his relationship.

Fifty Shades of Robby - Robby's collegues see the truth of his relationship when they find your Instagram.

Dumb Bitch - Robby exhibits his protective side when another man steps on his territory.

Stop Compressions, Start Compressions - Robby loses everything in the aftermath of Pittfest.

24 Hours - Robby refuses to leave your side in the aftermath of the shooting.

Saftey Rail - Abbot gets real with Robby when he finds him on the roof.

Baby, It's Gonna Be Alright - Robby wonders if he's fucked things up with you for good.

Exorcism (NSFW) - Robby and you finally find a way to be honest with one another.

Ready - Robby and you discuss starting a family in the aftermath of Pittfest.

The Rose - You give Robby a special gift for your anniversary.

Heartbeat - Robby finds something to help him sleep.

Jinx - Robby discovers a particular superstition of yours.

The Scary One - Robby and you face concerns during your second pregnancy scan.

Pop Tarts - You and Robby decorate the baby's nursery.

Brave Little Boy - Robby wakes up to the baby kicking and gets a suprise.

The baby takes after you, high speed, always in motion.

He wants to see the world, experience it but Robby isn’t ready and neither are you. In fact nobody’s ready for his appearance because he’s a month early but here you are on all fours on the rug as Robby’s hand rubs soothing circles on your lower back, his reassuring voice in your ears.

Jack is Lord knows where behind you, getting a front row seat to the messiest fucked up show on this earth.

“You put the towel on the radiator?” He asks Robby as another contraction hits you, the urge to push is all consuming as you grind your teeth and press your cheek into the pillow on the floor.

“Will somebody tell me what the damn towel is for?” You snap, your hair plastered to your face as you huff out a pained breath.

“It’s just a precaution.” Robby reassures you but you do not feel reassured. You feel exhausted, pissed off and so close to your breaking point, every second word out of you mouth is a swear.

“Alright Allegra, I can see his head, I’m gonna need you to give me one big push to get him all the way there.” Jack tells you as you take a deep shuddering breath. “Come on, I know you can do it.”

“I fucking hate you.” You growl him, sweat running down your brow, your thighs trembling.

“Hate me later.” He responds with that rage inducing calmness of his. “But right now you gotta push.”

“Fuck you Jack, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…”

The cursing helps, you don’t know why. Robby tells you later it’s because it triggers the "fight or flight" response, leading to increased pain tolerance and potentially a more powerful push. You don’t give a damn, you just know that your baby is born to the sound of you cussing out one of his guide parents.

You feel him leave your body and you sag forward into the cushion listening for his cry, but his cry it doesn’t come and something inside of you just dies because its happening all over again. You’re losing another baby.

“Robby…” You whisper, your hair falling over your face as the tears chase down your cheeks.

“This is what the warm towel is for.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over your temple as he leans down to your level. “Jack’s going to rub it on his back to stimulate him into taking his first breath.”

You understand now why they didn’t tell you about the towel, they didn’t want that thought in your head while you were trying to bring your son into the world. Robby helps you turn onto a sitting position, your back pressing against his chest as Jack snatches the towel off the radiator and begins to rub it over your son’s back.

“Come on baby.” He whispers, his motions becoming more vigorous. “I know you’ve got it in you.”

A loud wail cuts through the air and the relief hits you like a wrecking ball, flooding your nervous system as you watch your son take his first breath.

“He’s got a nice set of lungs for a preemie.” Jack approves as he leans forward and places the baby on your chest. You fold him into the shelter of your arms as he nestles against your heart looking up at you with those big brown eyes. Ones that look exactly  like his fathers. “You guys pick out a name yet?”

“Not yet.” Robby says, his chin comes to rest upon your shoulder as his fingertip trails over each of the baby’s tiny toes. “For now he’s just our beautiful brown eyed boy.”

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Cover It Up | Modern!Caracalla x GN!Reader

Summary: Every few nights, like clockwork, Caracalla shows up at your door, drunk, or high, or both. There is so much that he says, and so little that you can bring yourself to tell him. It’s the same now as it always is.

Tags: Modern AU, GN!Reader, references to drugs and alcohol, implied past child abuse (Caracalla), implied addiction problems (Caracalla), so much yearning, reader is a medical student, kind of sad and angsty, this is technically an side story to my main fic Do Not Blame the Sea but it can be read as its own thing, Caracalla and Reader’s relationship here sort of parallels how it is in the main fic

Word Count: 1.7k Words

Song: Lost Kitten - Metric

Do Not Blame the Sea Masterlist

Before the door even opened, you knew who was standing on your doorstep. Who else would visit you in the late hours of the night when the moon was drifting lower on the horizon in order to make way for the sun? You couldn’t name another person in your life who would dare bother you during the few seconds of solitude you so desperately craved. No one else would expect you to be awake. Not your parents who would lose their minds if they discovered you were doing anything but sleeping or studying, and certainly not your fair-weather friends from college who knew nothing of your insomniac tendencies. It was always him. The one you’d drop everything for, no matter what it was.

It was always Caracalla who knocked on your door.

“Good morning, doctor.” He leaned on your porch railing, his feet unsteady. The stench of booze radiated off of him in waves, nearly suffocating in its intensity. On his chin, vomit was crusted to his skin, and you let out a sigh.

“Caracalla, I don’t think anyone would consider it morning yet. Come in.”

You always thought he was beautiful with the night sky behind him. While your apartment was nestled too far in the city for there to be stars, the midnight blue complimented his eyes perfectly. His imperfections were hidden during the day when you saw him on campus, that was when he was far too fixated on hiding them. It was only at this hour, when sweat made his makeup run, revealing acne and pockmarks, and the humidity made his red hair curl, did you think he was more handsome than you had ever seen him. Caracalla would never believe you if you told him. If anything, he would believe your words to be a joke. So, like all thoughts in regards to your affections for him, you kept them to yourself.

Reaching out an arm, you opened the door wide to help him inside. His hand was clammy, far too warm to match his drunken flush. Judging by the size of his pupils, alcohol wasn’t all he had gotten into. You had known Caracalla long enough to know his drug of choice tended to be cocaine, though with a frustrating tendency to indulge especially when he didn’t know what he was taking. The likelihood he simply ate a random pill he found on the floor of a frat house was annoyingly high. He giggled as he clumsily made his way in the door, pressing his body against yours. Despite his rancid state, you found yourself craving his warmth. You always did.

“Doctor, doctor, I need my doctor,” Caracalla slurred as you led him to the couch. When he flopped onto the cushions, his eyelids fluttered shut before he forced them open again. That made it easier to guess what was in his system, it meant whatever he took wasn’t an upper. “Need you to take care of me. Get to it.” He was always so demanding, and a bit of fondness fought with your exasperation. Before you left to get him a glass of water, he reached out to wrap delicate fingers around your wrist. “I’ve missed you.”

You missed him too. In order to keep the words from spilling out, you gave him a tight smile and pulled away. His glassy eyes flickered with a familiar frustration you paid no mind. Once you were in the kitchen, you fell into a routine. Water to hydrate him, a wet towel to wipe the vomit from his chin, and some tylenol for the morning. Like every night Caracalla came, you would tell him to sleep on the couch, and like every night since you met him, he would find his way into your bed. You set the medicine on your night stand.

“Tell me you missed me too,” He demanded once you were in his line of sight. His eyes were squinted, unable to open them any wider than they were. When you handed him the water, he drank greedily, and before he could wipe his chin with his sleeve, you crouched down to wipe him clean. Caracalla hummed, nearly a purr, as you steadied yourself with a hand against his cheek, leaning into your touch. “I know you did, I can feel it.”

“I’m surprised you can feel anything aside from how badly the room is spinning,” You grumbled.

Caracalla laughed, high-pitched and sharp. His gold tooth glinted in the dim light. “I must be dreaming, but I see four of you, doctor. Surely one must want to soothe my aches.”

“Those aches better be the urge to sleep.” The wet rag you were using caught on his bottom lip, dragging it down. Over a year of yearning made you stare, though you would never dream of taking advantage of him in this state.

Caracalla followed your gaze to his mouth and he smirked. His voice fell into a whisper, breath hot against your face. “The urge to fuck.”

“My answer is the same as always, Caracalla.” Before you removed your hand from him, you gave him a firm pat on the cheek. Disappointment made his face scrunch up. It was a cute expression, and maybe it was a quarter of the reason you kept turning him down. The other half being the fact he was only ever intoxicated when you were together, and the final quarter being your parents inevitable disapproval. “It’ll never happen.”

Caracalla stood, swaying in place for a moment. Once he found his balance, he stumbled the memorized route to your bedroom to curl into his side of the bed. It was embarrassing to realize that he had his own spot in your home now, but with how often he showed up, it only made sense.

A year and a half ago, you wanted nothing to do with Caracalla. You barely knew he existed outside of the rumors that followed him like a plague. Of his pet monkey that made him a miserable roommate in the dorms, of the fact he was a walking petri dish of STDs, his promiscuity, his tendency towards hedonism over his grades, and most of all, the fact his daddy knew the dean personally, so it wasn’t as if he could get in any lasting trouble for any of it. He was in your biology class three semesters ago. Like most people he considered below him, he paid you no mind until you were stuck together on a group project. You intended to do all of the work if only to avoid him, and he seemed content to let you.

You hadn’t meant to find him hysterical and barely coherent in his dorm, nor did you mean to endear yourself to him as entirely as you by calming him down. Apparently, his father had left him quite the nasty voicemail. You didn’t listen, you deleted it the second you got ahold of his phone, but you could put the pieces together well enough. Especially with the half-sobbed pleas for mercy Caracalla cried into your chest.

After that, Caracalla latched on, and like mold on bread, he grew on you. During the day, he barely paid you any attention. It was only at night did he make his affections known, drunk, or high, or both, always showing up when the rest of the world was asleep. You didn’t know why he bothered. If he truly meant what he said, surely he wouldn’t ignore you as he did during the day. When he kissed other people, he made sure you knew, watching your expression out of the corner of his eye. There was a lot about Caracalla you didn’t understand, and you were certain you never would. You wanted to, though. That was why you buried yourself against his side, slinging his arm over your shoulders to help him into your bed.

This was how the night always ended, Caracalla in your arms, snoring away. This time, however, he remained awake, staring up at you. It was obvious it was taking everything he had to stay awake. He took turns closing each eye, one resting while the other bored into you.

“Go to sleep,” You muttered.

Caracalla whined and rubbed his cheek against yours. “I don’t want this to end.”

The admission made your breath catch in your throat. You didn’t want this to end either. He was always gone by the time you woke up.

“Then don’t leave.”

His fingers tightened in the fabric of your pajamas. “It’s better that I do, my doctor.”

“Caracalla.” Licking your dry lips, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “Why do you always come back? If you’re not going to stay, why do you look for me like this?”

He hummed, and for a moment, you didn’t think he’d respond. Finally, clumsy and slurred, the words tumbled out of his mouth and burrowed into your chest, “You make me feel safe.”

You wished he could say it when he wasn’t on some pill when it actually meant something. Still, you couldn’t help the flutter your heart gave. Your eyes burned as you tightened your grip on his body. “I hate it when you’re like this.”

“I hate it when I’m sober,” Caracalla sleepily replied. “I remember too much.”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you let yourself ask, “Do you forget these nights too? Is that why you hardly look at me when we’re on campus.”

“I could never forget you.” He was drifting now, and with a deep breath, he forced himself to hover over you, his palm planted on the mattress beside you. With a desperation you shared, he pressed his forehead against yours. “Kiss me.”

It took everything you had to turn away. “Not when you’re like this. When you're sober, I will. I promise.”

Defeated, Caracalla let himself slump back against you.

“I’m never sober.”

“Then you know what my answer is.”

With him curled around you, you barely heard it, the same confession he made every night, spoken with the conviction you tried to ignore. “I love you.”

You didn’t respond.

A minute passed in silence, the only sound in your small bedroom the sound of your mingled breathing. Gently, you shook Caracalla to make certain he was asleep, and when he didn’t move, you told him what you’d been hiding since the first day you held him. Your own declaration that made your stomach churn with fear.

“I love you too.”

And, like every night, Caracalla didn’t hear.

A/N: I know I said that I wasn’t going to do DNBTS oneshots, but I listened to Lost Kitten by Metric and saw visions of this. This is sort of a tumblr only fic, I dunno if I’m gonna out this on AO3?? I gotta think on it. Like I said in the tags, this is supposed to sort of mirror where Caracalla and Alga are relationship wise in DNBTS, just a smidge angstier. Caracalla unable to truly be with Alga in the way he desperately wants due to public perception, but until he can, Alga will continue to push him away despite wanting him too. Cue insane amounts of yearning. Also something, something Caracalla is incapable of change.

For those who don’t know what Do Not Blame the Sea is, it’s my main fic! So, if you liked this, go check that out, hehe. I don’t have much to say here, really, so this author’s note will be short. Bye-bye! I hope you enjoyed this little thingy, please like, reply, or reblog if you did! It’ll encourage me to indulge in more side stories and AU’s <3

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⚠️This story contains drinking ⚠️

Art at the end!

The clock on the wall ticked slowly, each second echoing through our quiet apartment. The day had dragged on, and my heart ached for my husband, Nanami, who had been working overtime again. I tried to keep myself occupied, but a knot of worry formed in my stomach.

Finally, I heard the familiar sound of keys jingling and the door creaking open. Nanami stepped inside, weariness etched into his features. The exhaustion in his eyes spoke volumes about the long hours he had put in.

“Hey, welcome back!” I greeted, attempting to infuse cheer into my voice.

“Yeah, hey,” he replied flatly, his tone lacking warmth. I could see the tension radiating from him.

“What do you want for dinner? I can whip something up!” I offered, hoping to ease his mood.

“I don’t care.” His voice was sharp, and I felt my heart sink as his words cut through the air. I walked over to him,

"let me help with your tie" he shruged me off

"Stop, I can do it" he snapped out at me.

“Oh, Okay…” I said softly, the disappointment washing over me. I tried to shake off the sting, turning back to the kitchen to focus on dinner.

But the silence between us thickened, and I felt a chasm start to form. Moments later, I heard a muffled sound from behind me. “I’m going to shower,” he announced, his voice taut.

“Alright,” I replied quietly, but the door to the bathroom closed with a definitive thud, and sadness enveloped me.

Feeling overwhelmed, I decided to step outside. I went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of vodka and pouring myself a drink. The harsh liquid burned down my throat, and I welcomed the feeling as I moved to the back balcony. I knowni Shouldn’t drink,  but i wanted the pain to vanish for the night.

I leaned against the railing, struggling against the tide of emotions. Each sip dulled the ache in my chest, but it couldn’t quiet the hurt of his words. I glanced back at the apartment, wishing things were different.

Suddenly, the back door creaked open, and Nanami stepped outside, a towel around his hips, droplets of water glistening on his skin. Our eyes locked, and the tension crackled like static in the air.

“Y/N?” he said, confusion lacing his voice.

I glared at him, the anger and hurt bubbling to the surface. “What do you want, Nanami?” I snapped, bitterness lacing my words, the pain I was feeling making way into my voice..

“Are you drinking?” he asked, surprise written across his face. “You shouldn’t-”

“Shouldn’t what?” I fired back, the vodka warming my bravado. “Shouldn’t feel anything? Shouldn’t be allowed to be upset after how you treated me?”

“Don’t act like I’m the problem here!” he shouted, his frustration erupting. “I’ve been working my ass off, and the last thing I need is to come home to this!”

“Home to what?” I shot back, my tears threatening to spill over. “Me trying to support you? Trying to help?”

“I didn’t mean to snap at you!” he growled, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “It’s just been a long day, and I’m tired!”

“I know it has, but I’m right here! I’m trying to be here for you, and you just pushed me away!” I felt my heart pounding, the anger and pain coiling around me.

“Stop making this about you!” he snapped, his voice echoing into the night. “You have no idea how draining today has been!”

I recoiled at his words, the sting cutting deeper than I expected. “Don’t you dare take your frustration out on me! I’m trying to help!”

He ran a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from anger to fatigue. “I… I just—”

Before he could finish, I took a step back, the hurt overwhelming me. “Fine! If you don’t want me, then I’ll just be here dealing with my own emotions! The best way I can!” I lift the bottle to my lips.

“Y/N, please…” he began, desperation creeping into his tone, but I was too far gone to listen to him

Then, in an unexpected move, he stepped forward, concern etching his features. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said, softer this time, the fight leaving him.

I looked at him, my heart heavy. “It feels like you don’t care at all,” I whispered, feeling crushed.

Nanami stood there, the tension between us palpable, but his eyes softened, and I saw the conflict within him. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out, gently cupping my face in his hands.

“I care. More than you know,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a note of sincerity that cut through the lingering bitterness between us.

His unexpected gentleness caught me off guard, and I felt my defenses waver. “Then why do you push me away?” I asked, searching his eyes for answers, for the man who had once been so open with me.

“I’ve been under so much pressure,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. “But that doesn’t excuse how I’ve treated you. Coming home to you should be my refuge, not something to take for granted, I wont take my frustration out on you ever again.”

A cool breeze swept across us, and I shivered slightly, but the warmth of his hands grounded me. I could sense his struggle, the weight he carried every day, and a part of me softened, wanting to understand, to bridge the gap between us.

“Nanami, I’m here. I want to help you carry your burdens, not add to them,” I murmured, leaning slightly into his touch. “We’re in this together, remember?”

He nodded, his thumb brushing my cheek softly. “I’ve forgotten that. I’ve let work consume me, pushing you away when I should have been turning to you. I’m sorry.”

The sincerity in his apology resonated with me, and I felt the walls between us start to crumble. “I forgive you, but let’s work on this, okay?”

He smiled faintly, pulling me into a gentle embrace. The contact was comforting, a silent promise of better days to come. “Yeah, let’s work on this,” he agreed, his voice tender. “I love you, and I don’t want to lose that.”

In that moment, wrapped in his arms, I felt a flicker of hope reignite in my heart. We stood together on the balcony, under the dim glow of the city lights, each of us willing to find our way back to one another, step by step.