#window mesh screen

[darewolfcreates]

Eevee pin I made in metals :]

making of under cut.

I used grass to make a texture similar to stitches for the body of the Eevee pin.

[luciferspartner]

windows are so magical. starting the day with birding. ending the day with stargazing. watching clouds and storms and wind all day but still staying warm and dry. going to go sob into the arms of whoever invented windows with screens I can’t believe I get to look outside while staying inside what the fuck

[sysig]

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

I have a surprising number of mods that would work pretty well for Demon!Scriabin! No neck shackle so a simple chain necklace will have to do for now. I thought double watches would be a little too silly as well haha ♪ I’m planning to look into coloured round glasses in general, but at least I’ve got some pearly eyes already

It’s no yarn, but the horns are still pretty cool

I also made some temps for the Lady!Vargases hehe

I had a lot of fun picking out formal clothes for her as well lol

[alex-wire-mesh]

Window Screen Mesh

Window Screen Mesh is the most popular product. It could elevate home and office security. And it is the tailored solutions for diverse needs.

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2: Benefits of This Screen Mesh (1) Enhanced security measures. (2) Reduced energy costs. (3) Effortless cleaning. (4) Increased property value. (5) Healthier indoor environment. (6) Style and functionality combined. (7) UV protection for furnishings. (8) Minimized glare and heat. (9) Prevention of allergens. (10) Sustainable and eco-friendly. (11) Extended lifespan of windows. (12) Improved ventilation. (13) Aesthetically pleasing. (14) Enhanced curb appeal. (15) Increased natural light.

3: Choosing the Right Security Screen Mesh (1) Consider the mesh material. (2) Assess the mesh density. (3) Evaluate color options. (4) Measure window dimensions accurately. (5) Choose between fixed and adjustable screens. (6) Inquire about warranty coverage. (7) Verify insect resistance. (8) Check for fire resistance. (9) Explore customization options. (10) Ensure ease of installation. (11) Seek professional advice. (12) Read customer reviews. (13) Compare prices from different suppliers. (14) Look for innovative features. (15) Confirm compatibility with window type.

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[slidingscreensmelbourne]

Insect Screens Melbourne: Reduces Negative Impact On Environment

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[currasso]

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[awingedllama]

Simple Window and Doors

I recieved a few asks about the screen door I was using in my house details post. It was an edit of a door by a creator who doesn’t allow mesh edits (whoops), so I decided to re-make it using EA meshes. Again, it’s something I needed for my save that I couldn’t find anywhere else. Basically just a frankenmesh of the Growing Together Window, the High School Years door and the door handle/hinges from the Greenhouse kit.

Comes with a window and 3 door variations (single glass, single screen, glass with opened screen).

download here

let me know if you have any problems!

[facts-i-just-made-up]

How do you build a atomic bomb?

Easily!

All you need are a few household items, a little bit of patience, and a Class 1 Top Security clearance for the manufacture of biological, chemical or nuclear weapons under the Fermi laws of 1954 contingent to permission from the United Nations Security Council.

You're gonna need-

A box of matches

A blender

Tape

Some wire mesh (Like a window screen, for sifting)

Cake mix (Yellow sponge cake works best)

Ziplock bags

String

Ice cubes (The cold kind, not the rapper/actor)

A toilet paper tube

A Catholic Missal

An empty kitty litter bucket

First, you're gonna need two rare substances- Weapons grade uranium and "heavy" water. For the uranium, just take your yellow cake mix and sift it with the wire mesh. Whatever stays on top of the mesh- That's weapons grade. For the heavy water, take some ice cubes, which are heavier than water but still made of water, and put them in the blender. By breaking up the ice cubes and releasing the water, you keep the weight but make it a fluid. This is a process that scientists call "Putrefaction".

To build the weapon, pack some uranium into one end of the toilet paper tube and then cover that end with the Catholic Missal. This guarantees what we call a "Critical Mass" of uranium. Then take a smaller wad of uranium and pack it into the other end of the tube, leaving plenty of space between the two.

Tape the box of matches to that end of the tube. It will act as an explosive device to send the "bullet" of uranium into the critical mass, thus resulting in a nuclear fission explosion.

You now have a nuclear fission device! This device has a yield equal to about 10 thousand tons of T.N.T. But fission is for wimps, right? So let's turn that fission bomb, into a fusion bomb!

Tape your string to the matches to act as a fuse, and then put the nuclear warhead in a ziplock bag. Be sure to seal it tight! Now place that assembly into the kitty litter bucket. Make sure it's empty of kitty litter before the next step.

Fill the rest of the bucket with the heavy water you made in step one, and seal the top of the kitty litter bucket with the string still poking out. Once the fuse is lit, it will light the matches and detonate the nuclear fission bomb. This acts as a heat source to boil the heavy water, and when heavy water boils- Nuclear Fusion!

Congratulations, your bomb is now complete. Remember that it's illegal to carry or detonate a nuclear fusion warhead in public (except in Texas), and bear in mind this will be quite a bit stronger than your usual firecrackers. We recommend only setting off your nuclear device on official U.S. testing grounds, such as the desserts of New Mexico or islands in the Pacific only populated by tribes under no country's protection, because that's seriously what the U.S. did.

So play safe and have a good time,

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[owlf45]

romance me with mosquito facts

mosquitoes, when in a condensed enough space, sound like gentle rain.

i work with a specific mosquito species, called the aedes agypti, which carries diseases like dengue virus, west niles virus, and yellow fever. the males are generally smaller than the females, though emerge into adults sooner. you can tell the difference between males and females by the fluffy antennas of the males.

gay mosquitoes everywhere.

mosquitoes tend to be social, if stupid creatures. if you stick two mosquitoes alone in a cage, they probably wont chill (and wont mate). it's just not their style. this is especially frustrating when trying to set up specific genetic crosses.

although i never met them, there used to be a researcher at the lab who did the most batshit stuff. we keep our mosquitoes in mesh cages, so they can't escape but they can feed through the mesh (so we don't have to reach in and out of the cages and potentially let some loose). this old researcher used to grab the morning newspaper, roll up his pants, collapse in a chair and settle his calves over the mesh cages for literal thousands of mosquitoes to feed from him. for hours. i want to meet this man so bad.

mosquitoes are stupid and annoying and prone to killing themselves akin to a goldfish constantly getting stuck in a filter. but strangely enough, you grow to love them. they are simultaneously fragile and durable, easily discernible and difficult to hunt. you can tear their hind legs off and put them through shock a few times and they'll be fine, but a single finger will smush them (quite inconveniently, when you know that bitch could've moved!).

directly after bloodfeeding a female mosquito, if you kill her—often by clapping her directly between your hands (female mosquitoes are the only ones to bloodfeed)—the blood will still be warm.

although i dont screen larvae for traits as often as I used to (I tend to do more database/mosquito caretaking work now), certain gene-linked traits can be found physically in the larvae and pupae stages—sometimes they glow bright blue/green under fluorescent lighting, for example.

like I said though, i mostly work with caretaking. i do the bloodfeeding, i replace their food and water, and i make sure they're in good health and can lay eggs on a proper surface. the mosquitoes under my care live for about a month and a half, though if they're still alive by the time we need to hatch the next generation, we simply fridge them and kill them off. put mosquitoes in the fridge for a few minutes and they'll go to sleep. put them in for a few hours, and they'll usually die— we keep them in for 24 hours to make sure, though.

mosquitoes are difficult to contain. compared to other biochemistry departments, you have tiny creatures that are mobile and can fly, and can't always be seen by the average person unless they're specifically looking for it. I've worked in microbiology labs before, but if there was contamination, it was solely on the researcher. contamination from a loose mosquito is hard to track. this is all to say that I work in a bunker—double doors, minimal vents, no windows.

mosquitoes are the deadliest animals in the world. mosquitoes kill over a million people a year (hence my research). i sit in the back of the bunker sometimes, in the side warm room where we keep our cages of mosquitoes, hundreds of different genetically modified lines in progress at a time, and I have blood on my palms— blood that I fed to my subjects before I squashed them because they escaped from their cages, and I think about the fact that for over 200 lines of this species, I grow them from eggs to adults to death and hatch their offspring again and again and again. i think of lovecraftian horror and I hear gentle rain and remember images of war that keep me up late at night, and I wonder what's the point, for a few numbers in my bank account, and then another mosquito has gotten loose and lands on my arm and doesn't bite me, because it's already full; because i already fed it; because it's just looking for a small, dark place to rest in the folds of my jacket.

mosquitoes love to hide on black surfaces.

[fredwkong]

Recently I’ve been seeing loads of pics of gym guys in tight, probably too small lycra gear, it’s making me jealous of their muscles & confidence, I wish I could be like them and wear tight lycra without a care who sees or stares

You’re browsing wistfully through an online sports gear store when a popup window opens, displaying a cartoonish image of a buff genie in head-to-toe lycra. “Special first time offer loading…” the popup declares, and the genie winks at you as the webpage resets.

Suddenly, something has changed. You start running your hands over the smooth fabric hugging your body and look down to see yourself clad in a tight spandex leotard covered in brand names. Even your body underneath the clothes looks different, bulked up and tan, veins almost visible right through the lycra.

You jump up, checking that the window is shuttered so no one will see you, and scramble to your closet, but inside is more of the same. Every scrap of your clothing has been replaced with lycra. The cotton polo shirts have become form-fitting compression tees. All your slacks are now muscle-hugging yoga tights. And your underwear is all sheer, tight-fitting, and skimpy as hell.

As you blush down to your lycra-clad chest, you hear a cough from your computer speakers, and turn to see the cartoon genie glaring at you from the screen. “Okay, wrong reaction,” he scolds you, his voice tinny and distorted. “Maybe this will fix you.”

Faster than you can react, another loading bar fills and the page resets.

It’s like a fog settles over your head. This is hot, you think, feeling up massive tan muscles through your even tighter lycra one-piece. You love the mesh panels that let everyone see how much of a lycra slut you are. Nothing else is important except showing off your spandex-clad superhero muscles and getting off in your favourite gear.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

[1-800-cuupid]

How To: Auto Height for Shoes

Haiii! As promised, here is the tutorial to make it so your custom shoes no longer require a shoe slider!

Thank you to the bestie who took the time to pick through Madlen's package file to figure out how it worked. And of course, thank you to Madlen who did the majority of the work figuring out how to make this possible in the first place!

♥ Tut below cut ♥

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Set Up Your Blend File:

We're going to add a plane that will act as the mesh for the SlotRay which will allow for you to adjust the height of your shoes!

Open your blend file that contains the shoes your wish to adjust. In the 3D View, press Shift + S and in the menu, select “Cursor to Center” In the 3D View, press Shift + A and in the menu, hover over “Mesh” then add a plane.

Now size this plane down as small as you can get it. You don’t want this plane visible in game.

Double check to make sure the plane has not moved from the center!! Your sim won't be centered in game if it has! If you see that it's moved:

Press "Shift + S" and click "Cursor to Center".

Then Select your plane and press "Ctrl + Shift + Alt + C", click "Origin to 3D Cursor".

Press "Ctrl + Shift + Alt + C" again and click "Geometry to Origin".

Navigate to the “Object data” tab and under “UV Maps” add a new one then name it “uv_0”.

Next, navigate to the “Scene” tab and under “S4Studio CAS Tools” set the cut number.

Depending on how many cuts your shoes have, you’ll want to adjust this number. For example, if your shoe has 3 cuts (0000, 0001, 0002) then this plane would have a cut number of 0003. Since my boots only have one cut, I will put the number as 0001. Now select your shoes and enter Edit mode. Select a face/vertice/edge on the very bottom of your shoes. Look to the panel on the left side of the screen (if it’s not open, press “N”). Under “Transform”, note down the number next to “Z” After that, save your blend file under another name so you can distinguish which is which. I’ll name mine “Boots_3_Height Cut”

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Add a New Cut to your Package File:

We're going to add an additional cut in your package file for the new plane!

Open Sims 4 Studio, make a new package file for your shoes and import them. Go to the Warehouse tab and select your LOD 0, it will be the geometry with the largest file size. Sometimes you have to close then reopen the package to see the geometry. Duplicate this geometry and in the box that pops up, change the last character of the “Group”. It can be any number or letter as long as it’s not the same as the duplicated geometry. On the duplicated geometry, note down the Group, Instance & Type values. Find the “Region Map” and next to “Entries” click “Edit Items”. Add a new entry and in the “Layer” box, type the number you used for your cut. Since I used the cut number 0001, I will type 1. Keep the “Region Type” as “Base” and move to “Models” then click “Edit Items”. Add a new Model entry and paste the Group, Instance & Type values you noted down before. Save and close each box. Find your “CAS Part”, this is your swatch.

If you have additional swatches, it is a good idea to remove them and add them back once you are finished with this process.

Scroll down until you find the “Lods”.

Click “Level: 0” and next to "LOD Models", click “Edit Items”. Add a new entry and paste the Group, Instance & Type values again. Save & close each window and return to the Warehouse.

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Adjusting SlotRays:

We are now going to edit the SlotRays for the new cut which will adjust the height of the sim for your shoes!

Return to the new duplicated Geometry and in the “Data” tab, find the “SlotRay Intersections” and click “Edit Items”. Add a new entry and find the “OffsetFromIntersectionsOs” box.

You'll want to change ONLY the middle coordinate number. That will be the height of the sim.

You want to take the “Z” coordinate that you noted down from blender and replace middle coordinate number.  If the number you wrote down is negative (i.e -0.01234) make it positive (i.e 0.01234).

In the “SlotHash” box, change the value from “00000000” to “FEAE6981”. This is the hash for the b__ROOT__ bone in the Sim's Rig.

Save and close the dialogs then return to the warehouse. Next, reimport your mesh and save your package file. You can now test your shoes in game!

Please keep in mind:

You have to do this for every LOD of your mesh

You can freely replace the mesh of your shoes and adjust the height since the cut with the plane has the SlotRay data

Animations may be off since EA hasn't made the game to support taller sims

CAS windows may move slightly if your sim is using poses/animations where they are leaning to the side. This won't affect gameplay

I recommend using Helgatisha's Stand Still in CAS mod to make sure your sim is absolutely centered

Hope this helped :)

[rosewaterandivy]

sugar & mint

masterlist - steve  

Summary: Lazy summer evening with your ol’ man Steve.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem reader

WC: ~2K

Warnings: NSFW 18+, drinking, cursing, fingering (Steve performing & reader receiving), kissing, & cumming quick (!!!)

A/N: Inspired by “Julep” by the Punch Brothers; some domestic summer!steve. Likes, reblogs, & feedback are appreciated - reposting is not. Enjoy! 💜

🎵🎵 Heaven's a julep on the porch, you and me rocking, a grandfather clock is tick, tick, tocking to time 🎵🎵

A warm breeze blew through the early summer evening, the light scent of magnolia trees in bloom wafting to his nose as he sat on the swing of the wraparound porch. The sun continued its slow crawl toward the western horizon, painting the sky in hues of candy pink bleeding into blues and lilacs. 

Soft music played from the kitchen, sailing through the open window accompanied by bare feet padding on the worn wood floor. The water turned off, plates going in the dishwasher interrupted by giggles. Childish laughter recedes and replaced by the creak of someone going upstairs. A muttered, “Gotta fix that step,” and then nothing, save for the cicadas in the yard. 

Steve sighs content, but tired, back resting against the porch swing as it sways lazily to and fro. His skin prickles with beads of sweat in the heat, idly wonders if it isn’t worth it to just head back in for the night.

A brief stumble down the stairs, “Damn it,” and the whine of the screen door as it’s pushed open. Your beaming face behind the mesh screen, stepping onto the porch with an ice bucket and cocktail shaker. “Hey you.” Your voice is soft in its greeting, accompanied by that sweet smile you save just for him.

Setting the bucket and shaker on the table, you join him on the swing. His hand finds your legs to drag them to his lap, allowing you to recline against the bench. “Hey baby,” Steve says, thumb working in circles against your knee. “How’s that trick step treatin’ you?”

Your laugh is glorious and bright, head thrown back to expose the column of your neck damp in perspiration. He eyes the pulse of your throat, would like nothing more than to get his mouth on it and suck until you make those pretty high-pitched noises he loves. 

Instead, he pulls you closer on the swing so that you’re sitting in his lap. Your arm drapes casually around his neck, hand threading through his hair, ends curling up in the heat. “S’fine,” you say, nails scratching lightly at his scalp, “I’ll fix it tomorrow.”

Steve laugh as that. “Babe,” his eyes cut to yours mischievously, “You’ve been saying that for years.”

“And I’ve meant it,” you tease back, “For years.” 

It’s an old argument between you now, the consistent creak of the step serving as both burden and reminder of that never-ending ‘to-do’ list. Twisting in his grasp, you begin to mix the drinks. “D’you bring the whiskey?” Muddling the mint, you add some ice and measure the simple syrup.

“Depends,” he muses, “Did you bring the sugar and the mint?”

A snort. “Uh, obviously.” 

Fingers brushing against his when you take the bottle from his grasp, deft and warm. A healthy pour of Kentucky's finest followed by two handfuls of ice and you’re off to the races. Capping the mixture, you shake it vigorously, condensation building on the silver cup in beads and cascading down your wrist.

Two glasses hooked in a hand, ice and mint slosh against one another as you pour. Steve observes intently, still marveling after all these years at your finesse and ease. Though, he supposes tending bar would do that to a person. Regardless, he adores it.

Another stretch to set the shaker back on the table with the ice. A cool glass thrust into his hand, the clink of glasses as your tip yours to his. “Sláinte.” 

Silence settles between you, comfortable and welcome. His arm around your hip, yours draped over his shoulders, a couple of sweethearts enjoying a summer’s evening. He sets his drink to the side in favor of palming your thigh. Rucks up the hem of your shirt, overly large and hiding summer hued skin. 

A small noise of surprise before you toss back the rest of your drink. Setting it down on the porch, you pull yourself back up to straddle him—thighs settling on either side. Half-lidded eyes fix him on the spot, “See something you like Steve?”

He huffs, mildly perturbed and wholly impatient. Grips the hem of your shirt and gives it a tug, “I would be, if it weren’t for this monstrosity you’re wearing.”

Mouth dropping open in offense, you push back against his chest playfully. “What are you talking about? This shirt is a collector’s item!” Pulling at the fabric to display the faded Corroded Coffin logo and Munson’s dumb mug. 

“Well, it’s blocking my view. So.” His hands grasp the swell of your hips, thumbs circling the jut of bone there. 

Laughter rings out once more, spilling from your mouth in a cheerful crescendo. He continues to sip from his drink, ice all but melted in the glass. Prompted by the push of his heel, the swing rocks slowly in the fading light. His glass joins yours on the porch as your lips work up and down his throat. 

Steve drags you closer, hips flush against his, the scratch of worn-in denim against the silk smooth of your legs. He grunts lowly as you press against the bulge in his jeans. His fingers find your chin, pulling you from an extended perusal of his neck to face him. Lips glistening and full, pupils blown wide. 

Breath coming in puffs and pants from your sweet mouth, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Hand cradling the base of your skull, Steve draws you in for a kiss—honeyed and filthy. You groan, lips slotting against his, tongue caressing him, hips bucking impatiently. 

“Gonna give it to you good, baby.” He promises, fingers meandering to leg of your shorts and making quick work of your current state. 

Slick and inviting, your heat welcomes the intrusion, finger sliding in easily while the pad of his thumb presses against your clit. With a groan, your lips part from his, foreheads resting against each other as your eyes fall to where you’re joined. “S’good,” you breathe, watching when he quickly adds a second and plunges back in.

His lips chase you down as he works you open in his lap. Shorts and panties shoved to the side, shirt rucked up and falling against your tummy. Steve encourages the punishing pace of your hips, soft murmurs echoing around you as you chase your peak. 

Already wound tight and near breaking when he, impossibly, works in a thick third finger. Rasps, “Such a good girl,” and bites the hollow of your throat. Shuddering as his tongue lovingly laves at the bruised skin, you moan.

Wet sounds of his fingers fucking in and out of you join the soft music from the house and chorus of cicadas and crickets. Frantically, you work your hand in an attempt to find and pop the button of his Levis. 

“Later.” He says placating you, thumb circling your clit just as he brushes against that one spot just right. Suddenly, your hurtled headlong to your climax, vision nearly whiting out as the taut chord behind your belly button snaps.

Mouth dropping open in a breathy whine of “Fuck,” Steve works you through it and plays you for all you’re worth. Knows which buttons to press and when to render you near boneless in pleasure. You shiver in his hold and gush into the cup of his hand. 

Fuck indeed.

He lathers you in praises of how well you did for him, how pretty you look in his lap, how sweet you taste. Once he’s satisfied that you’re alright, he reluctantly draws his fingers out of you and brings one to your lips. 

With a suck, you bring it to your mouth and glide your tongue against it, savoring the familiar musk. Steve groans at the sensation of it, eyes drinking in the image of you—perfectly sated and sunk into his lap, eyes heavy-lidded while your wicked mouth sucks your slick from his fingers.

How did he get so lucky?

Reverie broken by the telltale sound of the trick step, his fingers drop from your mouth while you quickly move your shorts back into place. A brief kiss to his lips before you’re up and off his lap to investigate.

“Hey munchkin,” you coo. Your gaze softens as the screen door is slowly pushed open, a sleepy girl toddling onto the porch. Crouching down from the swing, you scoop her into your arms as she rubs her eyes. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

Head nuzzling against your throat she nods, letting out the cutest yawn you’d ever seen. Blanket clasped in one fist, she grabs at your hair with the other, settling against your shoulder. 

Steve smiles as you absentmindedly rock her on your way back inside, second nature at this point. Warm fondness washes over him as you whisper sweet nothings into her hair. He sighs and scrubs a hand down his face, surveying the glasses and bottle on the porch as the door clatters closed. 

He picks up and sets it down in the kitchen, leaving the rest for tomorrow. Pushes the window shut and locks the door. Treads carefully on the stairs, expertly avoiding the trick step to see you slowly close her bedroom door—leaving it open just slightly.

You tip-toe back to him, a playful smirk pulling at your lips. Hooking your fingers through his belt loops, you pull him into your shared bedroom and nudge the door closed with your hip. He presses you closer, arm winding around your back, to drop a kiss to the crown of your head. 

You hum contently and push him back onto the bed. “So,” you whisper, voice raspy and worn. “Later, is what I believe you said.” Your fingers deftly pop the button of his jeans, tighter now from earlier activities.

“Is that right?”

“Mmhm.” You slowly unzip his fly, fingers trailing on the fabric of his boxers. 

He bites back a groan. “No,” he drawls, voice low. “Think I’d remember something like that.”

“Pfft.” You settle on his lap once more, hands resting on his chest. “We both know you can’t remember shit Harrington.”

He laughs, fingers tangling in the hem of your shirt. “Touché.” Sits up on his elbows and pulls you close, “What did I say about this shirt, hmm?”

“That it’s a collector’s item?” You squirm on his lap purposefully.

Shakes his head and scrunches up his nose, “Nah, pretty sure that was you.”

“Huh, lemme try again.” You kiss his nose. “Was it that this shirt would look better on the floor?”

He arches a brow in interest. “Y’know, that sounds like me.” His hands cup your hips, securing you in place as you peel the Corroded shirt off and toss it behind you. “One of these days,” Steve says, fingers caressing your skin, “You’re gonna misplace that shirt and I’ll have a new rag for the windows.”

A gasp, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Wouldn’t I though?”

His mouth tugs at the corner, eyes light in jest. Steve smiles up at you, bright and wonderful. You fall into him with a fit of laughter and teasing, fingers snaking up and around his chest to find that spot that makes him lose his breath under your relentless assault of tickles. 

Down the flight of stairs, dodging the trick step (“Gonna fix that!”), the night birds sing their tune. Summertime cicadas screech, crickets hum along in the yard cluttered with toys and a tricycle. Front door pulled tight against the wood trim, magnolia blossoms decorating the roof of the veranda. A dull golden glow shines from the upstairs window, a pair shadowed silhouettes disappear from view.

It’s a midsummer’s night, and he’s just getting started.

[alex-wire-mesh]

SS304 Window Screen

SS304 window screen is a type of stainless steel mesh that is used to cover windows and doors. It is strong and corrosion-resistant. The screen mesh is also known for its high resistance to heat and abrasion. It can be used in both indoor and outdoor applications.

SS304 window screen suggestion: Wire diameter: 0.45mm Mesh: 16×16 Width: 1.22m Length: 30m

SS304 window screen advantages: Low cos; Non-magnetic; Corrosion resistance; Easy to install and maintain; Ability to withstand high temperatures and abrasion.

SS304 window screen is commonly used for: Ventilation; Insect screening; Temperature control; Security applications; Architectural designs.

[slidingscreensmelbourne]

Insect Screens Melbourne: Reduces Negative Impact On Environment

Sustainability is a vital consideration in nearly all aspects of life. Precisely, homeowner do consider sustainable impact when it comes to home improvements. When you talk about the simple addition, no doubt Insect Screens Melbourne is the best to add security to doors and windows. So in this blog lets talk about how insect screens help keep homes eco friendly. 

Consumption of energy gets minimised and in control 

Insect screens Melbourne act as a shield when it comes to protecting homes from insects. At the same time, it allows fresh air to circulate into your home. This natural way of air circulation minimises the requirement for air conditioning during warmer months. As a result, you can keep the energy bills lowered by relying less on artificial cooling. 

Using less amount of pesticide for the pests

The Insect screens Melbourne act as a prevention against the pests. Thus eliminating the requirement for harmful pesticides. You should know that Chemical pesticides can be fatal to the Environment. Therefore, it harms insects and also contaminates water and soil sources. But with insect screens, you can save the local ambience and keep the Environment healthy. 

Keeping air pollution levels ultimately lowered 

Insect Screens Melbourne keeps the air pollution effect under check. Fossil fuels are used to power the air conditioning units, releasing lots of pollutants into the air. But by relying less on these types of sources, you can help to keep the air cleaner. But it also helps keep the Environment's overall health green and pollution-free. 

Landfills get less number of wastes  

In comparison to the chemically prepared pest control or flypaper, the durability of the insect screen Melbourne is more. That means fewer screens are disposed of, thus resulting in less waste in landfills. 

Final talk 

Thus, these are the best ways by which door screen Melbourne can keep the Environment clean. So install the sliding screen Melbourne for the best. 

[ghoststyles]

Baby’s First Check-up

A Fairway to Heaven Blurb

This takes place 1 year after the conclusion of the original story

*no trigger warnings; FLUFF only hehehe

“Harry, can you go upstairs and see if she’s awake yet? I knew we shouldn’t have scheduled the appointment at this time,” Briar puffs air through her lips.

“Sure. Gus Gus, wanna go see if baby sis is awake? We have to take her to the doctor,” Harry looks down at Gus, the gray around his eyes a little more prominent. The dog tilts his head before jumping up from his position on the floor and follows Harry through the entryway.

Briar puts the last minute essentials in her bag, not knowing how long they’ll be at the appointment, since it’s the first one at this office. She lines up the carrier on the counter, ready for Harry to put a wiggly little girl in there.

Harry quietly enters their bedroom, spying his sleeping angel in her little area. Gus stares at her through the mesh, his nose twitching as he smells her. Harry reaches down to gently pick her up, pressing soft kisses in and around her face. He grabs a tiny pink bow to stick in the fuzz on top of her head from the collection on the dresser.

“Good morning, sweet girl. How’d you sleep?” Harry says, scratching her back. He places the pink bow gently on her head. Harry looks around the room before grabbing her small stuffed giraffe, Raffie, and continues down the hallway to the stairs.

He appears in the kitchen minutes later, her little head resting delicately on his shoulder. Briar coos at her, licking her thumb to brush fuzzy hair out of her eyes.

“How’d you sleep, lovie?”

“Sleepy girl today. I think it’s from keeping mama and dada awake all night last night,” Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to her forehead and inhaling the scent from her oatmeal shampoo.

“She’s lucky she’s cute, huh?”

After situating her in the carrier, the proud parents make their way to the car hand in hand. Harry straps the carrier in the rear passenger side, laying a blanket over her while Briar jumps in the front seat. They embark, pinkies interlocked, preparing themselves to answer a million questions.

Harry spots his girl in the mirror, her hair in every direction and staring out the window wildly. His heart grows bigger and bigger for her every day. Briar and Harry’s nights have been long and restless, but well worth it. Now that he has his routine down pat with Oliver, this is a piece of cake.

Harry gently pulls the car into the lot, parking a few spots down from the door. Briar hops out to unbuckle the carrier, slinging the strap over her shoulder. Harry grabs Briar’s bag from the back seat then jogs around the hood to meet her.

The lock hands, walking into the front door of the office. It’s quiet, luckily, but their girl’s eyes are wondering all over the waiting room, taking in the colors. Briar pets at the side of her mouth gently as she sits on Harry’s lap.

“Wynnie Styles?”

Harry and Briar’s heads shoot up. Harry stands up, “Yep, that’s us!”

“Follow me!” The nurse smiles directly at Wynnie.

Harry nods, hiking Wynnie over his shoulder. Harry murmurs to Briar, “They didn’t say her middle name.”

Briar laughs, “It’s okay, just let it go.”

Harry huffs, and they follow her to an alcove in the hall.

“Place her on this scale for me, I want to track her vitals.”

Wynnie’s weight pops up on the screen. Harry beams, gently patting her stomach. “Such a big girl already!”

The nurse smiles, urging them to follow her into an exam room, “Dad, feel free to keep holding her while I listen to her heart and lungs.”

Harry nods, patting Wynnie’s back gently. The nurse holds the stethoscope gently over her heart, moving it around her back.

“Alright, everything sounds good. Dr. Miller will be in shortly.”

“Thank you,” Briar smiles.

“Such a good girl, Wyn.”

They fawn over Wynnie for a few more minutes before the doctor knocks on the door.

“Hi! I’m Dr. Miller.”

“Hi, I’m Harry, my girlfriend, Briar, and this is Wynnie,” Harry says, pointing to each of them.

“Hi, nice to meet all of you. Alright if we jump right in?”

The family nods, waiting for the doctor to continue.

“Let’s talk medications and vaccinations. She should be up to date with shots. How about flea and tick medication?”

Briar nods profusely, “Yes, this is my second Bernese Mountain Dog, and his first.”

“Girl dad!” Harry interjects, his dimples framing his bright smile.

Briar rolls her eyes and continues, “I’m very familiar with the risks. My older dog is 7 now.”

The veterinarian looks at Harry amused, but continues on. She writes a few things down in Wynnie’s chart before sending them off with a clean bill of health. Harry is still weary of letting her walk on the ground, so he holds her until they make it back to the car.

“Who wants a pup cup?!” Harry yells as he gets in the driver’s seat.

“Harry, we can’t spoil her already.”

“Yes I can. Trust me, I can get a lot worse.”

He locks his pinky with hers before kissing her knuckles. Harry surprised Briar with Wynnewood “Wynnie” Dorthea Styles with a house key attached to her collar.

Harry wanted to make a big gesture for Briar moving in, so when she planted the seed of her lease being up, he was on the hunt. He wracked his brain for months trying to figure out the best surprise.

“Hey, Birdie, do you want to see my new clubs?” Harry says smugly as the couple is standing in the parking lot of Wynnewood.

Briar couldn’t give less of a shit, but she loves Harry. She wraps her arms around his waist as he clicks the button to open his car’s back hatch. She doesn’t have much time, since she’s already taken 45 minutes of her 30 minute break to make out with him.

She closes her eyes, smelling his scent of sweat and sunscreen. Harry’s breath hitches, so she opens her eyes. Sat in a laundry basket with pink blankets and toys is an 11-week old Bernese Mountain Dog.

“I- who is that?” Briar questions, eyes wide.

“This is Wynnie. She’s our new baby, Birdie,” Harry says, rubbing her shoulder. Briar breaks free to approach the fuzzy pup. “I hope you don’t mind I named her.”

Briar looks at the name tag, “Is she named after Wynnewood?” Her high pitched puppy voice coming out, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.

“Yep. Wynnewood Dorthea Styles,” he smiles, his heart bursting from his chest. “Look what else is on the name tag.”

Her lip starts to wobble. Dorthea is her favorite Taylor Swift song; they sing it in the car together often. Briar flips the collar around to find a key. “What is this?”

“I want you to move in with me, Birdie,” Harry reaches down to swallow both of them in a hug.

“Harry, your house has a key pad to get in,” Briar gawks at him.

“The key is ceremonial,” he laughs, closing his eyes. “What d’ya say? Wanna live together?”

She presses a gentle kiss to his lips as she wraps her arms around his neck, “Of course. I wanna live wherever this cutie is.”

“What about this cutie?” Harry points to himself.

“Eh.”

[rinbowaman]

can you do a scenario where readen sneaks out and takes her and heethans baby and moves somewhere far far away with the money she's been saving up but heethan still finds her?

thanks alot <33333

"Where Will You Go?"

Warnings: runaway, stalking, kidnapping, drugging, human rights violation, abuse of authority in a relationship, traditional yandere type sh*t. insane love, dom!heethan and sub! readen vibes.

So.....if you haven't already, i would go and take a look at the canon smaus in each arc of the series, because otherwise you might not get the signature trademark quote of heethan. lol.

"Shhh...it’s okay baby...mama is here." cradling your baby boy, rocking him in your arms as you attempt to feed him, you hush his cries and sing a soft lullaby. Gazing out the window, you watch the scenic blur of the wide landscape, the foliage meshing with the blue sky as the train continues to travel at such a high speed. You look down and admire your baby boy, just only shy of 6 months old, too young to travel but you had to take the opportunity when you saw it, and use it to escape.

you hoped he’d understand, after all, you truly did love him….but his manners scared you. He loved you entirely too much, and intensely, it was all beginning to suffocate you, especially after what happened over 15 months ago, when you found out that you were pregnant with your boy, yet it was odd to you. You we’re religiously taking your birth control, never skipping a single day, yet right after you discovered your pills had all be replaced by sugar pills of the same size and color, you knew what he had done. He never hid the fact that he wanted a child with you, in fact, it was the way he knew he could keep you grounded forever, not to mention that any children coming from the both of you was considered a result of his devoted love for you. Whether you were ready or not, he didn’t care, his love for you was so great that he sabotaged your education, career, and your future, all by enforcing you into the stages of motherhood so early on.

he was wrong, yes. But things like that made him so powerful, desirable, and worthy of your affection, which is why you had to go. You had to leave, it was for your own good. It didn’t matter if you enjoyed him…..if you loved him….that hardly meant he was good for you. This was the better choice, all to save yourself and raising your child in peace.

you arranged with a long time friend from high school to stay with her, she was dear and loving, and opened up her home to you. She mentioned she would be gone on vacation by the time you arrived, but that she would leave the keys hidden and notify you of the location later.

after a long ride, you finally arrive at your destination. Your child rests, asleep in your arms and cradling your bosom with his small hand. Getting a taxi, you gave the address of the house and was dropped off just shy of 20 minutes away from the station.

your friend texts you and relays the secret location of the house keys. Once you had retrieved them, you let yourself in, all the while carrying your sleeping child. Turning on the lights, you settle in and take your baby upstairs, tucking him in the spare guest room that you’ll both be sleeping in. Nestling him under the blanket, you head back down and begin searching for rentals nearby. You avoided in informing your parents of your sudden move, not wanting to go public with the news until you were able to firmly station yourself, and your son. No doubt they’ll have many question as to why you chose to move without the father of your child, your fiancé, the one whom you were in love with, but deathly afraid of.

Skimming through numerous webpages, you grew tired after saving the top properties of your choice. You tiresomely sigh out as you checked and noticed how late it was. Closing your laptop screen, you sign off and shut off all the lights downstairs, saving the kitchen for last. Getting a glass of water, you nearly gulped the entire glass when something caught your eye from the side, under the shadows of the dining room. Frowning a confused look, you set the glass down on the counter and walked over to the table. Flipping on the lights to the hanging chandelier, you gasped out in horror as you recognized the black cap that was stationed near the edge, along with a pair of unfamiliar keys to what you assumed, was a rental.

"I-it......it cant be....."

Just then, you suddenly thought of your baby napping upstairs. Running up the stairs, you call out your son's name as you swing the door wide open, and turn on the lights. To your relief, he was still in bed, deeply asleep. You walked over, looking around cautiously, even checking the private bathroom and cleared out the closet; no one was in sight. Pulling the blanket up and tucking in your baby, you softly kiss his head before exiting the room. Immediately going through the halls, you scurried through each room to clear out the surroundings. You knew he was here, lurking around, there was no doubt about it. Yet every area you checked was clear, there was no one in sight, not to mention the security system in the house had been activated the moment you arrived. He couldn't have broken or snuck in without setting it off. So then how?.....

With a stale heartbeat, you called up your friend.

"Hello? Y/N? Is everything alright?"

"uh yeah, i was just wondering...if you had access to all your camera systems stationed outside.....would you be able to check them? I thought i saw something...."

"yeah, gimme a sec."

After a few moments, she chimes back in and tells you that all was clear and that the cameras didn't display any signs of an intruder.

"Probably a wild animal roaming around."

"yeah....probably." You respond back, not entirely reassured.

"Get some rest, if anything happens, just call the police. Make sure that your bedroom door is locked."

Nodding, you ended the call and set your phone down. Glancing over to the side once more, you set your sights on the dining table, noting that the hat and keys were still there.

"Heeseung...I know you're here.....come out." you softly call out as you tapped your fingers on the counter top. Rather than being scared and fretting at the thought in running into him, you figured you would brave up and call out to him. Perhaps you can even appeal to his loving sense and talk things over. Yet, no matter how softly you called out to him, the entire house was quiet, and he was nowhere to be found. Other than yourself, and your son, the house was empty. Did he leave? Figuring it was best to call him, you unblocked his phone number as you took another sip out of your glass. The phone rings and you wait for him to answer....but then you heard something. It was faint, yet you recognized the sound. Following the noise, you got closer to the ringtone, it was his ringtone. Trailing through the hallway, you heard it coming from inside the closet. Opening it, all that was displayed were a line of coats and jackets neatly hanged up; sifting through each hanger, you pause upon seeing a black tanker jacket that you recognized. Inside the pocket, was his phone, still ringing as you had him on call. Hanging up, you unlocked his screen and saw an unread text message. Opening it, your eyes slowly widened as you read off the text....

Your breath frozen and you felt your heart drop. Shaking in fear, you slowly turned around, inch by inch, but before you could make a full turn, a shroud of darkness took over your sights as you experienced sudden tunnel vision. Your body goes limp and your weight becomes dense; falling, you felt a strong pair of hands catching you, breaking the fall. Your vision grew blurry, and though it was faint, you could hear his calm voice whispering into your ear as he pets the back of your head, embracing you in his arms.

"Shhh.....shh-sh-sh. Go to sleep babydoll, daddy is here to bring you and baby boy back home." With the feel of his breath grazing over your neck and cheek, you gasped out your words, finding it hard to even speak as you fought against the effects of whatever it was he put in the glass of water you left on the counter top. How careless of you.

"H-Heeseung...?"

With a dark tone to his voice, he grits his teeth into a smirk and responds, right before you black out.

"Wrong name, baby."

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