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[bunnyb34r]

Talking in the subreddit of my job's company is so funny like everyone is fighting over what we're getting for Thanksgiving (ham, turkey, a cake (which was fucking great but no one but me wanted it. I bought like 3 of them with my own money lmaooo)) and the general consensus is Turkey (yuck) bc that's what we usually get bc when we had hams during the turkey shortage there was so much backlash from religious exceptions (fair enough! I'd be pissed if I couldn't fucking eat it, like why are you giving me pork...?)

I kinda hoped it would be cake again, mostly bc it was fucking great cake, but also bc I hate turkey :/ And I wanted to make corporate "let them eat cake!" Memes bc that was funny last year

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[mariacallous]

One of the things enterprise storage and destruction company Iron Mountain does is handle the archiving of the media industry's vaults. What it has been seeing lately should be a wake-up call: Roughly one-fifth of the hard disk drives dating to the 1990s it was sent are entirely unreadable.

Music industry publication Mix spoke with the people in charge of backing up the entertainment industry. The resulting tale is part explainer on how music is so complicated to archive now, part warning about everyone's data stored on spinning disks.

"In our line of work, if we discover an inherent problem with a format, it makes sense to let everybody know," Robert Koszela, global director for studio growth and strategic initiatives at Iron Mountain, told Mix. "It may sound like a sales pitch, but it's not; it's a call for action."

Hard drives gained popularity over spooled magnetic tape as digital audio workstations, mixing and editing software, and the perceived downsides of tape, including deterioration from substrate separation and fire. But hard drives present their own archival problems. Standard hard drives were also not designed for long-term archival use. You can almost never decouple the magnetic disks from the reading hardware inside, so if either fails, the whole drive dies.

There are also general computer storage issues, including the separation of samples and finished tracks, or proprietary file formats requiring archival versions of software. Still, Iron Mountain tells Mix that “if the disk platters spin and aren’t damaged," it can access the content.

But "if it spins" is becoming a big question mark. Musicians and studios now digging into their archives to remaster tracks often find that drives, even when stored at industry-standard temperature and humidity, have failed in some way, with no partial recovery option available.

“It’s so sad to see a project come into the studio, a hard drive in a brand-new case with the wrapper and the tags from wherever they bought it still in there,” Koszela says. “Next to it is a case with the safety drive in it. Everything’s in order. And both of them are bricks.”

Entropy Wins

Mix's passing along of Iron Mountain's warning hit Hacker News earlier this week, which spurred other tales of faith in the wrong formats. The gist of it: You cannot trust any medium, so you copy important things over and over, into fresh storage. "Optical media rots, magnetic media rots and loses magnetic charge, bearings seize, flash storage loses charge, etc.," writes user abracadaniel. "Entropy wins, sometimes much faster than you’d expect."

There is discussion of how SSDs are not archival at all; how floppy disk quality varied greatly between the 1980s, 1990s, and 2000s; how Linear Tape-Open, a format specifically designed for long-term tape storage, loses compatibility over successive generations; how the binder sleeves we put our CD-Rs and DVD-Rs in have allowed them to bend too much and stop being readable.

Knowing that hard drives will eventually fail is nothing new. Ars wrote about the five stages of hard drive death, including denial, back in 2005. Last year, backup company Backblaze shared failure data on specific drives, showing that drives that fail tend to fail within three years, that no drive was totally exempt, and that time does, generally, wear down all drives. Google's server drive data showed in 2007 that HDD failure was mostly unpredictable, and that temperatures were not really the deciding factor.

So Iron Mountain's admonition to music companies is yet another warning about something we've already heard. But it's always good to get some new data about just how fragile a good archive really is.

[anon-e-miss]

Udder Shame - 4

The intel was wrong. It had said the underground warehouse was a weapons factory but there was not a weapon in sight, save for the few guards they had neutralized. When Jazz had received his orders, it had sounded like Command had hopes recovering caches of weapons. Above them, the city was a bombed out ruin. Megatron was already blaming the Autobots for the bombing of Vos and Tarn but Jazz knew full well, having watched the missiles launch, that it had been an act of mutual destruction between the two Decepticon states. The Winglord Aerie had been the primary target of the Tarnian rockets. With their Lord dead, the Seekers had scattered, mostly in the direction of Kaon. They had left their secret factories all but unguarded.

“Mooo,” the cry echoed, stall after all.

Jazz frowned as he peered over the wall and saw a strange bovinoid strapped to a weird benches as a machine milked it even as the large canister attached the milker overflowed. The beast’s belly was huge. Fins on its back twitched. It shook as machine behind the bench pumped fall spikes into its aft and valve. Transfluids pooled on the straw under the bench, along with the spilled cream. A funnel strained the creature’s mouth as a slurry was poured down its throat. What sort of operation was this? Was it the reason the Decepticons had not suffered the fuel shortages the Autobots had? In the stall next store, the same scenario played out. There were empty stalls suggesting there had been an attempt to evacuate the mechanimals but they had run out of time. He looked into the next stall and saw a bovinoid with a different coat pattern. Where the other two had yellow plating and colourful pelts, this one had silver plating and a mottled black and white pelt. It looked up at Jazz, optics growing wide. The sound it made around the funnel force fuelling it sounded like a sob. Its belly was also huge. There was a clear brand on its engorged udders. Energon leaked from its teats. The milker was knocked over on the floor.

“Get over here, Jazz,” Mirage called him. He jogged down the row of stalls, expecting Mirage to have found a treasure cache. When he turned the corner, he saw a large pen. It was full of smaller bovinoids. They toddled around on two legs, looking distinctly mechanoid.

“What the frag is this?” Jazz asked. Mirage shook his helm.

“I don’t know.” A little bovinoid pushed up on two legs and toddled over to the side of the pen and looked up at him with big blue optics. Jazz hoped the fence.

“Hi Sweetspark,” Jazz cooed. He lifted the little thing up and took a look at the tag in her floppy audio.

“Moooo,” she cooed back. It felt eerily like holding the Twins. He turned to hand the calf to Mirage. There was a bellow at his back.

“Watch out, Jazz!” Mirage called.

Bam! Jazz was barely able to keep from crushing the calf when he was knocked off his peds. He got halfway up when he got rammed again. This calf was considerably bigger than the others and snorting like a bull. It had a good set of horns growing on his helm. Mooing happily, the little one butted Jazz’s chassis with its helm. Jazz could almost hear it as laughter. It crawled onto his chassis mooing happily, like it was some sort of a game. Hearing a snort, Jazz raised his helm to see the older calf inch forward. It reached for the little one with strange servos. They looked more like hooves but the there was more mobility in the three digits than their would have been in a hoof. The little one nuzzled the big calf as they retreated into the small crowd of calves.

“Are you okay Jazz?” Mirage asked.

“Got any energon goodies, Raj?” Jazz asked as he stood up and brushed himself off. The mangers were all empty. When had the calves last fuelled?

“Sure,” Mirage tossed him a bag. “What are you thinking?”

“‘M thinkin’ I need to make friends,” Jazz replied. He took out a goodie and held it out. “It’s okay, Sweetspark. Yer just protectin’ all the bitties, right? Bet yer all hungry.”

“Moo,” the oldest calf sniffed the air. The other calves mooed with audible urgency.

“It’s okay,” Jazz said. “Ya can hand them out. Here, take the bag, Sweetspark.”

“What is going on Jazz?” Mirage asked. The calf took the bag with blunt digits and reached inside. It gave a goodie to the calf it had rescued from Jazz.

“A mechanimal, wouldn’t share like this,” Jazz said.

He spotted slots for bottles. There was a large canister and rows of empty bottles. Though the dawning horror made him physically ill, there was an urgent need to fuel these little ones. Jazz filled the bottles and pushed them into the slots. The calves were familiar with the exercise and rushed over, kneeling on the floor and suckling hungrily on the bottles’ nipples. The oldest of them watched with suspicion. It did not seem like there was a bottle for him. Too old then to still be on an ori’s energon? Though he had no goodies left, Jazz had a ration, he opened it and offered it to the calf. It canted its helm, Jazz took a sip, showing it out to fuel, and then gave it to the calf, who copied him perfectly, adapting for his elongated snout.

“What the frag is all this?” Jazz asked. He saw the tag on the older calf’s audio and saw the same lead numbers as the little one he had tried to remove. “That yer sibling?”

“Moo,” the calf said. He nodded his helm.

“Holy frag,” Mirage cursed.

“Watch’em,” Jazz ordered.

Jazz ran to the office he had passed before finding the stalls. Like he had noted when he had first found it, someone had taken the time to clear most of it out. He turned on the work station and easily cracked the encryption and started digging through the files. Most were expenses, with clear codes that covered utilities and fees. There were purchase orders and sale receipts. A number of these receipts were tagged with codes: 97031, 84703 and 21691. There was a video file saved with the title CCGTC and the codes he had seen on the receipts. He opened the file and jumped back when it auto played. Porn! A quick series of shots of the three bovinoids he had observed getting fragged by monstrous looking bulls crossed the screen before the title appeared. Cow Cops Get The Cream.

“What the frag?”

The image of a Praxian enforcer writing a ticket appeared. In the next imaged, he was strapped to a bench, begging for help as he was raped by the machine. With each passing nanoklik, his form changed until he was a fat, fuzzy bovinoid. The moos sounded like anguish when a huge bull appeared. Jazz turned off the video. They were not mechanimals. They were not an unknown frame type. They were mechs, Praxian mechs who had somehow been transformed into beasts. Jazz raced up and down the row of pens until he found an electrical panel and reading the list of breakers, cut power to the machine. He ran back now and pulled the funnel from the first mech’s throat. The fragging machine had retracted the falsespikes when it had shut down. Jazz kicked it over in a fit of anger.

“Y’re okay now,” Jazz told the mutilated Praxian as he helped him to the ground. The mech looked up at him with tears pouring from his blue optics. They stained his gold face plates. A loud bellow echoed. Jazz lifted his helm. “Everythings gonna be okay. I’m gonna check on that.”

“Run Jazz, run!” Ricochet yelled. The thunder of a stampede filled the air. Three massive mech-bovinoids chased aft his twin. He caught Jazz by the arm and pulled him a long. The bulls stopped at the pens. The trapped mech mooed, cries of fear. One bull ripped the door of a pen and ripped yanked the silver-faced victim from the bench he had been strapped to. Jazz saw the bulls spikes pressurize as the mech struggled. The bull lifted its victim’s leg up.

Bang! Bull and victim dropped. The mutilated Praxian shuffled away. Bang! Bang! Ricochet dropped the remaining bulls without hesitation. These had been mechs too once but even knowing that, they could not let these three be hurt. They were gravid, Jazz realized, and close he thought to emergence. He called all units to converge on this factory. Clearing all these mutilated victims was priority, Jazz did not ask HQ if they thought different. He did not want to know what High Brow would think. Siren and Hosehead helped the first bovinoid Praxian Jazz had found into the cargo hold. A check of the records Jazz had uncovered, said he was designated Nightbeat. He cried when Hosehead called him by his designation. Ricochet helped the one that was identified as Barricade along. He kept looking back at the last, the bovinoid Praxian was designated Prowl. Had they really been enforcers? What sort of sick game was all of this?

“Go on in,” Mirage herded the calves into the cargo hold with the adults.

The little one Jazz had rescues HF970... she, she was a female heifer, she ran to Prowl who looked at her with something between shock and horror. He let her nurse for his engorged wells. The older calf, BM970, Prowl’s bull calf as far as the records showed inched over. HC847 instinctively went to Barricade. Like Prowl, Barricade let the little one nurse. Almost every calf matched to one of rescued adults. Not all the adults had been Praxian, but the majority were. There was one calf that did not match to an adult. There was a lot of mooing, the captives perhaps communicating with each other in the only way they could. BM970 took the odd calf out from Jazz and gave him to his dam. Prowl put BM656 on his well and the little one latched.

“Ratchet’s gonna have a fit,” Ricochet said.

“Everyone o’em’s close to emergence,” Jazz said. “Maybe that’s why they were left.”

“Maybe the madmech behind the operation planned to come back for’em,” Ricochet said. “Medic Pharma...”

“Ratchet’s gonna have fifteen fits,” Jazz grimaced. “Get us outta here Raj.”

[coyotescribbles]

The Next 100 Years

The day was clear and bright, and dappled summer sunlight shone through the leaves as they rustled gently in the breeze. Billy whistled a cheerful tune as he made his way down the sidewalk, arms laden with bags filled with various lunch orders.

Finally, he ducked through a tall wrought-iron gate, nodding to the groundskeeper before following the well-worn path to his destination.

"Afternoon, ladies!" He called out in greeting. "Bet you thought I forgot about today, huh? Well, you know I could never let you guys down."

Maybe his knees creaked a little, but he ignored that as he settled himself in front of the stone monument that marked the grave of the other Cunning Hares.

...The closest thing to an actual family that he'd ever had...

"Aaaand here you go..."

A burger for Anby.

Nicole's favorite noodle bowl.

Fried mackerel for Nekomiya.

And three cans of cola, though he hoped that Nicole didn't mind the fact that it wasn't her preferred brand. That company had gone under fifty years ago, after all.

Then, sitting back on his heels. Billy vented a sigh and shuttered his optics for a moment, imagining that he was literally anywhere else, and that his girls were there with him. Maybe they were at the park, relaxing under a tree. Or maybe it was Lumina Square, weaving through the hustle and bustle.

Or maybe they were at home, sprawled across that old broken-down couch in a comfortable heap while someone's favorite movie played on the TV.

But he couldn't hide in those memories forever.

"...I miss you guys. But you probably already know that, huh?" A sad smile colored his voice as he reached out to brush some dust from the monument. "Sometimes it's hard to believe that so much time has passed since I last got to talk to any of you. It's been, what? Sixty years, this year? And sometimes I still feel like you're all gonna be there when I get home at night..."

He vented another soft sigh, resting his hands on his knees.

"I wonder if you can see it - how New Eridu gets bigger and brighter every year. With no more Hollows, there's not much left to keep it from growing. To keep the whole world from growing..."

And we did that. Or, well, we helped, at least.

"I wish I could say that there was much to talk about this year, but... it's actually been pretty quiet. I think you all would enjoy it, honestly. Business has been great - bet that makes you happy, huh, Nicole? I thought it might. Oh! That new shopping mall Belabog was building last year finally opened last week. There's a new Random Play there - the biggest one yet! Heh... Wise would probably hate it, it looks all slick and high-tech, nothing like the original store... but I think it's pretty cool. And you'll never guess who's got one of the prime spots in the food court! That place is gonna put all the little Chops through college..."

He let out a weak little laugh.

"...There's a mural, too. Man, I wish you guys could see it, it's a lot cooler than the one they made for the Centennial celebration. We're in it! And we - we look like real heroes..."

Lifting one hand, he pressed his palm to his faceplate, and let his shoulders tremble quietly for a minute.

Maybe next year would be the year someone would finally come out with a mod that would let him cry.

Eventually, though...

"...I really wish I could stay longer, but I've still gotta swing by and say hi to a few more people before I head in for my tune-up. You girls enjoy your lunch, okay? If things aren't too busy, I'll try to swing by again soon..."

Once more ignoring the creaking in his knees, Billy rose to his feet, and brushed his fingertips fondly across the top of the monument with a smile, before continuing on his rounds.

~~~

The years were merciless, each one more so than the last.

Even with Belabog running support, there was only so far his component parts could be pushed before they gave out. Only so many times pieces of him could be repaired before they needed to be replaced.

Only so many times he could watch another piece of himself be disconnected and swapped out for something newer.

He couldn't hide it any longer - for the first time in his very.

Very.

Very long life...

Billy was tired.

Not the tired that came from staying up late to watch his favorite soap operas. Not even the kind of tired that came from chasing a kid through a Hollow until he thought his air filters might blow and his knees might give out.

No, he was tired-tired. The kind of tired that came from burying everyone he'd ever loved, one by one by one, while he somehow remained.

And remained.

And remained.

Theoretically, with consistent tech support, he could have lived long enough to see the Hollows pass from living memory and into ancient history. Theoretically, he could have kept going indefinitely, if he just kept replacing himself over and over again.

Every last bit of him had been replaced at least half a dozen times over by now... except for one part: his brain module. The part of him that was the most "him." The part that held every program, every memory file, everything he'd ever experienced was in there, and... he was afraid to replace it. Afraid that, even if he downloaded everything to a shiny new unit, he would still lose something, maybe something important.

Like the weight of Anby's head resting on his shoulder, whenever she fell asleep mid-movie night.

The way Nicole's eyes sparkled when she was excited, or flashed when she was angry.

The way Nekomiya's ears twitched at the sound of a bird singing.

Belle's laugh. Wise's smile. Lycaon's measured footsteps. Corin's anxious little stammers.

Rina. Ellen Joe. Koleda. Anton. Grace. Ben. Everyone.

He couldn't bear the thought of losing even a single nanosecond of any of it.

So he just... never risked it.

"Man, when was the last time you updated your CPU?" The maintenance tech handling his tune-up asked. "This hardware in ancient."

"Eh... it's been a while," he half-shrugged in response. "It's no big deal, it still works just fine."

The tech didn't seem convinced. "How's your boot time?"

"Same as it's been for the past hundred years... maaaaybe a little bit slower? I don't really pay too much attention anymore."

"Do you wanna schedule a replacement? Or maybe I could just see about fine-tuning it a little, maybe squeezing a few more months out of it so you can weigh your options...?"

Billy paused, and thought it over.

"...Nah, it's all right. I mean, it's lasted me this long, right?"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." He smiled. "Whatever happens, happens. It's okay."

"Well, if you change your mind, just gimme a call and I'll get you in ASAP."

"Thanks."

The drive home seemed extra lonely that night, and his apartment felt extra empty when he pushed the door open.

~~~

Slowly, bit by bit, byte by byte, everything slowed to a crawl.

Days bled into weeks into months and soon...

[Hey, Fairy?]

[Yes, Billy Kid?]

He vented a sigh. Tried to, at least, out of habit if nothing else.

[I keep telling you, it's just - ahh, I guess it doesn't really matter. Can I ask a favor?]

[Of course.]

[I know it's a lot to ask, but... when I finally shut down, can you make sure my brain module is mulched and interred with the other Hares? I don't care about the rest of me, I just...]

[...I understand. Yes, I can do this for you, Billy.]

[...Thanks.]

[You are welcome.]

He let his head fall back against the couch cushions, resting his arm across his midsection. There was a show playing on the television, but he wasn't paying enough attention to have said what it was. It was just pleasant background noise, something to drown out the sounds of his body struggling harder with each passing week.

Billy shuttered his optics and let himself go slack, feeling the tension drain from his limbs.

His whole body, which had previously felt indescribably heavy, suddenly felt so much lighter, like passing out of a Hollow and into the open air beyond.

A sudden pounding on his door had him jerking awake to liquid golden sunlight pouring in through the window and the sound of voices down the hall.

"Billy, come on already! Wake up! We've been waiting on you forever!"

"!!!" Suddenly wide awake, he lurched up out of bed, nearly tripping over his own two feet as he scrambled to the door; he didn't even think to grab his jacket before flinging the door open and scooping Nicole up into a tight hug. "Boss-!!!"

"Hey-!" She squeaked indignantly, squirming and smacking at his side; "you are cold! Did you seriously sleep without a blanket again?! Put me down and go put on a shirt or something!"

"Ah, sorry, boss!" With a sheepish laugh, he set her back on her feet and reached up to run his fingers through his hair. "Guess I got a little wound up, huh? I had this weird dream..."

"Well you can tell everyone about it later. Hurry up and get dressed, it's time for our yearly lunch meetup and I don't want to be late!"

"Right, right, sorry! I almost forgot...!"

Snagging his jacket off the back of his gaming chair, he shrugged into it as he slipped on his sneakers.

Then, after taking a moment to make sure his hair was neat, he hurried after her, to where the rest of his family was waiting.

[comatosebunny09]

carpet burn | r. kyojuro

summary: it all started with that stupid-ass rug messing up your washer. genres: smut, modern au cw: salad-tossing, fingering, explicit language, female reader, bodily fluids, established relationship music: endlessly - alina baraz

“Dumb-ass rug,” you grouse as you fish the accursed thing from your washer. Lightning strikes your spine when you bend, tugging a grimace onto your face. “I’m too old for this shit,” murmured while tossing the tattered mat in with the trash. It doesn’t help that you’ve been on your feet all day, cleaning the house and weed-whacking the backyard.

The summer heat was unforgiving, sun rays permeating your tank and branding your skin. Your clothes were saturated with sweat and mottled with grass stains by the time you conquered three-quarters of the terrace. You were baking, fatigued, and defeated when you peered down at your traitorous weed cutter.

Out of string.

Sigh.

Too exhausted for a trip to the hardware store, you decided to abandon ship and retreat into the house. Besides, your husband would be home within the next hour, and you had yet to start dinner.

An empty laundry basket greeted you, save for a few errant, crumbled dryer sheets. You didn’t want to toss your soiled clothing into it. Tirelessly worked through piles of laundry all day. So you decided to throw your attire straight into the wash. However, the bathroom rug in the cycle before had other plans. Shit had practically disintegrated!

The definitive click of the trash bin’s lid shutting brings you back to the present.

Clad only in your sports bra and boyshorts, you begin fetching loose wool from the agitator. Don’t want it caught in your clothing, for it will pose a more significant problem later. So engrossed in cleaning the washer, you don’t notice when the front door slinks shut—had silenced the motion detector earlier, annoyed with every notification of a school bus easing by out front.

When the pressure in the laundry room shifts, followed by warmth swaddling your backside, you realize you are no longer alone.

“My my,” comes a voice from behind, humor swimming in the undertow. “Is all of this for me, my love?” Icy palms engulfing the swell of your hips cause you to jolt.

“Jesus fuck, babe!” thrown over your shoulder at the room’s newest occupant as you squirm in his embrace. “Your hands are f-fucking cold!”

Luminous eyes glimmer with mischief. Kyojuro's smile is wolfish, and his mitts are devious whilst they creep to the rim of your underwear to squeeze those generous thighs.

“Apologies, darling.” Appreciative optics dance over your frame, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His voice lowers to a sinister octave as he continues, “Couldn’t help myself. Not when you look so…delectable.” Kyojuro notches himself against you, the rough seam of his slacks grazing your ass.

You roll your eyes, averting your attention to the washer. “Yeah, yeah. Eat my ass. Tryna get this shit out the washer before I have a god damn aneurism.”

The clicking of his tongue should be warning enough. However, you’re a stubborn little shit. Once you set your mind to something, everything outside is mere background noise.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Kyojuro huffs. Fabric rustles. A cool breeze kisses your spine before the sensation of your panties swiftly drawn southward alarms you.

“Kyo!” You glance back with eyes wide as saucers. Your husband kneels behind, feigning innocence when your boyshorts puddle around your feet. Kyojuro merely shrugs, fingers gliding between your quads to coax your legs apart.

“What? You did tell me to eat your ass, did you not?”

You snort. “Not literal—ah-hah!” Your voice peters, replaced by a pathetic keening at the thumb lazily stroking your labia apart. You barrel forward, catching yourself on the rim of the glacial washer. Feel a callused fingertip prodding your opening, drawing your milky essence from inside, the sound of it sticky and obscene. “Kyojuro! I-I haven’t showered!”

“When has that ever deterred me?” the blond husks, pushing further inside, the intrusion a welcomed pain. He smirks at the rapture painting your features, digging a little more until he’s knuckle-deep. You bite your lip against a moan swelling in your chest, pleasure burrowing into the pit of your gut. He’s right; a little seasoning has never turned him off.

“Need an appetizer before the main course, my love.”

There is no warning. No preamble save for a palm spreading your cheeks apart, the slither of space allotting Kyojuro time to dive in.

His tongue is a scorching pressure against your puckering anus. Teasingly flits over the tight ring of muscle as he employs the help of his index finger, toying with your swelling clitoris whilst he drives his thumb in and out of your cunt.

“Ooooh, sh-sh-hit! You…cheeky little bi-hitch.” Your arms tremble, threatening to give way beneath you. Lips quiver, whimpers skittering out. Eyelids screw shut, tears gathering on your lashes. A sparkling feeling lingers between your thighs whilst he laves at your asshole, the strokes of his tongue voracious like he’s afraid to leave any part of you unscathed.

“Like that, lovely? Right there?” Kyojuro breathes, the crisp air against your asshole making your pussy clench around the grooves of his thumb. Your body hums from the feel of him when he plunges back in for another taste, the noise of his flittering tongue rivaling that of the dryer jostling beside you.

“Ah, fu-huck!” The worn pad of his finger circling the swollen heat of your clit sends you spilling further toward the edge. A shaky hand reaches back to bury its digits in locks of marigold, drawing him closer to you until his groans are muffled between your ass cheeks. Your calves burn from standing on tippy toes, your arm stretched taut against the washer to keep you upright.

Kyojuro continues his assault on your nether regions. His slippery appendage is wide and sweltering, flattening against your anus in quick swipes before he hollows out his cheeks and sucks. Fills the room with a vulgar rhythm, intermingling with your soft keens.   

“Oh fuck. Oh, fuck, oh fuck. Like that. Just like that, baby.” You’re standing upright now. Tongue lolling about in your mouth, brows furrowed with ecstasy hanging between them. Your mind is a nebulous cloud, filled only with the gnarling urge to cum. Clit throbs, pussy flutters. You chase that inevitable high, that sparkling rush of pleasure like pins and needles in your extremities whilst his fingers and mouth work in tandem to bring you to the summit.

“Kyo-juro, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…Fuck, I’m—” Your chest grows tight. Breath hitches, the onslaught of pleasure too much for you to bear. His voice humming against you, his digits working like a well-oiled machine inside and around you overloading your senses.

Your peak trickles through you like liquid heat. Steals your voice, a moan caught in your esophagus. A warm, viscous, translucent fluid seeps down your leg as your cunt spasms around Kyojuro’s thumb, a blinding whiteness taking hold of your vision.

You’re a panting puddle when he departs from the milky mess of your pussy, leaning back onto his hands. When you return to Earth, you glance back through shuttered lashes, hunkered over the washer to keep afloat. Chuckle at the sight of him, his puffy, rouge lips and peach-dappled cheeks shining with your dew.

You watch the labored rise and fall of his chest. Gaze flits southward when Kyojuro’s hand moves, palming the bulk of his cock, threatening to spill through the seam of his pants.

“Round two?” Kyojuro offers. A boyish smile boasts his teeth, dimples cratering his cheeks.

“Fucker,” you snort. Kyojuro huffs a laugh of his own, the low flavor of his voice making your cunt hiccup with renewed delight.

It seems this was a mere precursor to whatever evening he has planned for you.

“At least lemme shower first before you try to fuck me again.”

[deligraphix]

THOUGHTS ON THE WORLD'S... SLIMMEST FOLDABLE?

Being a foldable fanatic I have been lucky to test use the last generation Honor V2 and it satisfied if not almost what I expected of a foldable for its time.

It's the year of the Honor V3 and several noteworthy features has undeniably grabbed my eyeballs.

My thoughts is first of all on the newest and thinnest body plus folded look, not just for Honor past foldables but the foldable industry in general, it comes with a 9.2mm folding thickness, it weighs about 226 grams and that's next level based on what brands have offered so far making it already dubbed as the "World's Slimmest Foldable", the slim design plus the weight earns it a 10/10 in my durability rating, the Honor V3 is definitely sending me some comfort vibes, so sleek looking and compact to be carried and lifted anywhere with zero chances of burden, A1 rating here ✅

Periscope on this device is nothing short of the word INCREDIBLE, the device already has some impressive array of cameras but I'm most thrilled with the periscope, we are still crying to some brands to help us develop a periscope lens on regular slab devices which is more easier and practical, but look the Honor V3 has a 3.5x optical periscope telephoto lens even for a foldable, foldables before are known to miss out on certain features because of their come factor, but Honor definitely did not compromise with the Honor V3 🫴

They gave it their all.

50W wireless charging on a 5150mah is mega, someone please help me ask Honor how they managed to achieve this incredible battery while still maintaining the compact 9.2mm look of the V3?

I have no idea about smartphone engineering but I know a great job when I see one, the battery is good enough to cover daily needs for us consumers even the hardcore Call of Duty gamers, I use a basic bar phone with 4600mAh, so I hope you get why I'm so excited for a foldable to beat me to it lol, we don't get this much on the foldable side of things but the Honor V3 did it and it's worth feasting on, I would definitely love to share my feedback after some time of real life uses.

Snapdragon 8 Gen 3 is the processor of this generation so i definitely saw this one coming since Honor V3 is a flagship foldable like the Samsung Z Fold 6, but I still would love to see how the processor blends in terms of performance and optimisation with Magic OS, OS often times determine how best the hardware responds that's why two phones can have same hardware but one performs better, it's not rockery science, since the MagicOS has a history of doing well, I'm eye peeled to see the optimisation with this beastly processor.

The Ai features is something I haven't seen more light on since but I think after the launch in September 5, we would be seeing more of that. Ai easily gets me excited these days, why you may ask?

So many scenarios are painted in my head for the Honor V3, like what would it do?, how far does it take user experience? What are the features; I know there is Ai eraser, Ai studio, Ai camera focus.. but is there any chance the Honor V3 has anything different in store for the enthusiasts?

I'm genuinely positive for the possibilities the Honor V3 can create with Ai integration for the foldable department, let's wait and see. September 5 it is guys 🗓️

#HONORMagicV3

[murumokirby360]

My Family's 2000s Digital Camera (Sony Cybershot DSC-T70) [feat. my Paper Dolls]

DeviantART version → [CLICK ME!]

Hello, April! 🧩🎗️/☀️ I was going make another topic about my PC upgrade, but I have SO MANY things to do, like running a small business from my parents, and my upcoming 🥳 birthday 🎁 this May, with only 6 days remaining.

• Instead, I'll continue my memorable moments, with another camera from my parent's shelves; this is the Sony Cybershot digital camera; Model no. DSC-T70. 📸🙂 This digital cam was launched in mid-2007, with touchable panel screen of 3.0 inch ➕, an 8.1 Megapixels with 3x optical zoom by Carl Zeiss ➕, a full HD of 1080p ➕, and a 860mAh removable battery could last up to 5.5 hours 🟰. Unfortunately, I have some downsides when using this cybershot, like they chose their proprietary "Memory Stick" over the universal "SD Card" for storing photos ➖, inserting a 3rd battery detects counterfeit causing unable to used (sometimes)➖, and the occasion of vibrating the camera when I turn on the power button ➖. Plus, the latter didn't last long compared to today's digital cam if they're still produced today because the Smartphones are already FAR superior with their ridiculous megapixel lens. 📸➡📱 But, that doesn't stop us from using it owing to its portability and the decent 8.1 megapixels inside the Sony cybershot cam.

• And you know, I have some fun memories from using this cam, from my 2012 High School graduation (before I proceeded to vocational college, and ended in 2014 graduation), to food from different places, and even between malls, on Oct 24th, 2016 [CLICK ME! #1] and Nov 27th, 2016 [CLICK ME! #2] respectively. , I still have these on my album for the latter, which was my last shot before I switched to a more compact form of the smartphones above. Also, I do remember buying a 3rd party battery for the DSC-T70 in case that solo battery wasn't enough. And now the battery is dead so is the original counterpart making the cybershot completely useless. 😥

• It now serves as a memorable item that refuses to be thrown away and sold to camera collectors/enthusiasts. Speaking of memorable, my paper dolls remember our Sony digicam! Isn't that nice? Don't worry, we'll never forget you! 🥰📸🤗

BTW: I'm still working on my 4th "PC Upgrade" with editing, cutting, and resizing the vids before typing my records, and posting it. It'll be done in either June or May if possible. 🎞️✂️✍️🖥️

Well, that's all for now! 😊

If you haven't seen my related camera throwbacks, and my previous topic, then I'll provide some links down below. ↓ 😉

• Another 90s Camera: Olympus Camedia C-2000 Z [Jan 29th, 2024]

• My Family’s Old Film Camera (from the 90s) [Aug 29th, 2023]

Previous:

• My BRAND NEW SMARTPHONE BY Tecno Mobile [Mar 30th, 2024]

Tagged: @lordromulus90, @bryan360, @shadowredfeline, @leapant, @rafacaz4lisam2k4, @paektu, @alexander1301

[officiallyjewls]

Let me introduce you guys to my V's!

I currently have four!

Of course, you guys have already met Wiktoria, my main V! She's Polish-Canadian, born in Quebec, and with a non-identical twin named Oliwia! Her twin, though, was luckier, since Wik was born with cystic fibrosis, a chronic illness that affects the lungs, stomach and liver. She has to take medication daily, but that didn't stop her from reaching for her dream of becoming a singer.

Thanks to her grandfather, she managed to get noticed by a local record company, Worldwide Label. So, she was accepted under the artist name of Wiktory (said Victory) and made pop and rock music! Well, that was until...

Anyway! She goes through a bunch of different looks, but the one you see under this is what she looks at the end of the game after the Don't Fear the Reaper ending.

Finally, below that is how she looked when she did a photo shoot with the brand-new Kusanagi CT-3X! (Don't worry, I have more than just one ;) )

From this point on, it may be way less detailed than my main girl, I'm sry...

Second, my Street Kid V, Vince, though his name is most definitely going to change sometime soon, along with his looks.

Night City, the place he was born, is full of death. He's known this ever since he took his first kill, the life of his mother, leaving it to just be him and his dad. Not only that, but he also has type 1 Diabetes. The condition got so bad that he lost his limbs and almost lost his sight. His dad, just a simple man running a department store, couldn't afford to buy his son the things he needed, so he asked a shark for some help, which brought him into debt.

Vince's eyes were saved thanks to the optics, but it was quickly found out that after a couple of months, they'd become glitchy, becoming worse when he'd look at direct sunlight and develop photophobia. Because of it, he wears sunglasses wherever he goes. Not only for the lights but also because he also doesn't like when people look at his eyes.

As he got older, he started to understand that his family was short on money, so he got into street fighting to help. Eventually, he gained enough respect on the streets to catch the attention of the shark, and, in return for his father's debt to be clean, worked for him as a mercenary, which Vince accepted.

Next is my Nomad lifepath gal, Vaasifa!

The Bakker clan was a clan that refused for their people to become reliant on technology and cybernetics, so the people there didn't have any unless they absolutely had to. However, some people in the camp seemed to become more reliant on changing this the more she grew up.

Vaasifa was born in Detroit, Michigan, as the youngest of two older brothers, so she'd be overlooked most of the time, leaving little V to be curious and wander about the camp. After a little accident involving a cactus when she was 5 years old, it was found out that she was in need of glasses, which were provided to her, however, this just started another uproar.

As she grew, she became more and more fascinated with the little technology that was in the camp. She wanted to know the how's, what's and the who's and soon got into car mechanics because of it, but watching someone pull out a tablet for a diagnostics check fascinated her even more. Her older brothers started picking up on this, and whenever they were allowed into the city, always brought her something back. For a birthday gift, they even got her her own little cyberdeck and a computer.

For years, she kept it hidden and did what she could, learning what she could with what she was able to. The yelling at night wouldn't stop though, and, one day, when she was 25, a huge fight happened in the camp. Fists, knives and guns of all sorts were heard from her corner of the camp until it eventually stopped early in the morning.

She came out to find her mother, father and oldest brother dead, along with many other members of her clan.

Vaasifa knew that she couldn't stay after that. She buried her family, said goodbye to her older brother, and left for a better life in the city.

Finally, last but not least...

V.

Yes, that's literally their name at the moment.

V was born into a very high-class family in Japan. Their parents, both high-ranking members of Arasaka, gave them the best education money could buy, and held a very tight leash on their kids. They developed a brilliant mind and body, but personality, well, they were the ultimate douchebag. They knew they were richer than rich and made sure everyone knew about it.

When it came to picking a career path, V didn't have much of a choice but to pick the big moneymakers, so, doctor it was. They quickly found out that all the ethics and moral codes bored them, but the surgeries and operations fascinated them greatly. Soon enough, becoming a ripperdoc was on the table.

At 22, they were invited to attend Night City University, and for the next two years would start practicing their craft, illegally, of course, but for cheap. No one died on their chair, but some of their patients would definitely not come back again. In between patients, they would even practice on themselves, adding more and more upgrades to whatever part they could reach (and not die from).

At 24, the school found out about their illegal operations and kicked them out of school. When V tried to ask their parents for a ticket back home, they refused and left them to rot in Night City.

Homeless and without any eddies, they took residency in Watson, continuing to perform their non-licensed operations for a lower price. What they didn't know is that another ripperdoc was already in the area, Viktor Vector. Well, V found out about him rather quickly when Vik graced their presence in their dingy and dirty little clinic.

Upon seeing the pissed scared kid, Viktor took pity and offered to bring them under his tutelage, along with a roof and food. In return, all they had to do was work by Viktor's side as his assistant and get clean.

Well, that's all!

If you're someone that made it to the end, thank you! Please, ask a question about any of them if you'd like!

Most of these backstories need more detail and cleaning up, but this is mostly the basics that I wanted to write down cuz why not?

Again, thank you so much for reading!

[avengersassemble-fics]

hello there

wow.

so.. its been awhile, hasn't it? like a long.. long time. sure, a couple posts but my last actual post was december 21, 2021.. crazy!

have I written anything since then? no, not really. re-read some of my work, thought "man this shit is so fuckin good" ..but I just honestly wasn't well enough to sit here and write. as much as I missed it.

what's new?.. a mess and depressed! but working through it. if you read my person posts in the pass, I worked at an optical store for a big big brand (not naming names) that felt like my soul was getting sucked out of me.. retail, amiright?

but seriously. I was there for 4 years by July of this year. in October, the manager I had been with since getting hired was moved to a store closer to her (congrats bestie) which opened up the management role for the one I was in.

I interviewed!! ...I didn't get it!!

devastated. like everything I had ever done was for fucking nothing. all the times I covered, where I took charge when the manager was out, the shitty position of just being under the threshold of FT so I never got the FT benefits (pto.. I was a feign for wanting time off). I interviewed, never got a definitive answer from the dm, until the news was laid on us that someone was hired.

someone who had less than a years experience, from a sister brand that sold non-rx sunglasses. A MAN. nothing wrong with me, I love men, but it was a gut punch. I had to continue being in charge for 2-3 months while this guy got trained for the position I felt I was deserving of.

and when he started it was absolute shit. I have never met someone so fuckin lazy. he refused to close, refused to work most weekends, never helped clean or help keep things organized, left me to handle signage changes and other things, stating stupid shit like "I didn't sign up for that" when like.. yes you did? that's literally the whole point of being a manager? the last week of the year is extremely busy in the optical space, because people want to use their benefits before the end of the year (use it or lose it). december 31, 2022.. what did he do? he left me and my coworker alone so he could go home early. we did ten thousand dollars in sales that day. that is what the store would average a week. we did it in a day.

my depression got worse.. but I did get my associates in psychology (cute). it wasn't until February of this year that I finally got a break. ya girl got a new job, in an office, not having to sell anything! perfection.

I moved out of my parents (it's def a struggle but.. my cat and I are happy), I officially was diagnosed with a chronic disease this year, working on my mental health everyday, did my first semester of uni..

and I miss this. writing, posting, daydreaming. I want to come back but I'm not sure if it is possible on this blog or if I'll have to start fresh elsewhere. but this place is my writing home (and AO3).

if you read all the way through, thank you. I hope to be back soon with new content (branching out of my comfort zone! finish old stories!)

until next time not two years from now..

xoxo caitlyn

[westpointoptical2]

Enhancing Vision and Style: Exploring the Optical Stores in Brampton

In the vibrant city of Brampton, a flourishing community nestled within the Greater Toronto Area, residents and visitors alike have access to an array of amenities and services. Among these, optical stores play a crucial role in catering to the vision needs of the diverse population while also embracing the latest trends in eyewear fashion. This article delves into the world of optical stores in Brampton, highlighting their significance in eye health, the evolving trends in eyewear, and the role they play in shaping individual style.

A Clear Focus on Eye Health

The primary function of optical stores is to offer comprehensive eye care services to the community. These establishments house licensed optometrists who perform comprehensive eye exams to evaluate visual acuity and identify potential eye conditions. Brampton's optical stores are equipped with cutting-edge technology, enabling accurate diagnosis and treatment planning. Regular eye check-ups are crucial for maintaining optimal eye health, and these stores provide a convenient platform for residents to access professional eye care services.

A Wide Spectrum of Eyewear

One of the most striking features of optical stores in Brampton is the vast array of eyewear options they offer. From prescription glasses to contact lenses and sunglasses, these stores provide a diverse selection to suit every individual's needs. Whether it's for nearsightedness, farsightedness, astigmatism, or simply fashion, residents can choose from an extensive collection of frames and lenses.

Fashion Meets Functionality: Eyewear Trends

Eyewear has evolved beyond its functional purpose to become a fashion statement. The optical stores in Brampton have embraced this trend wholeheartedly, curating collections that combine style and functionality. These stores collaborate with well-known eyewear brands to offer the latest designs and materials. Frames now come in various shapes, sizes, and materials, catering to different face shapes and personal preferences. Trendy eyewear not only enhances visual acuity but also boosts confidence and personal style.

Personalized Shopping Experience

The optical stores in Brampton excel in providing a personalized shopping experience. Trained opticians and staff members are on hand to guide customers through the selection process, considering factors such as face shape, skin tone, and lifestyle. This personalized approach ensures that customers find eyewear that not only corrects their vision but also complements their individuality.

Technological Advancements

Advancements in technology have revolutionized the eyewear industry. Optical stores in Brampton leverage these technological innovations to offer advanced services like digital retinal imaging, which allows optometrists to capture high-resolution images of the retina. This aids in the early detection of various eye conditions such as glaucoma, diabetic retinopathy, and macular degeneration. Additionally, state-of-the-art equipment ensures accurate prescription measurements, resulting in lenses that precisely address individual visual needs.

Community Engagement and Outreach

Beyond providing eye care services, optical stores in Brampton actively engage with the community through various initiatives. They conduct educational workshops, seminars, and eye health awareness campaigns to spread knowledge about the importance of regular eye check-ups and maintaining healthy vision practices. These efforts not only contribute to the overall well-being of the community but also foster a sense of trust between residents and the optical stores.

Supporting Local Economy

The presence of numerous optical stores in Brampton also plays a role in boosting the local economy. These establishments create employment opportunities for optometrists, opticians, sales staff, and administrative personnel. Additionally, their collaboration with eyewear brands and suppliers contributes to the economic ecosystem of the region.

Conclusion

Optical stores in Brampton are more than just places to get prescription glasses; they are essential hubs that combine eye health, fashion, technology, and community engagement. By providing cutting-edge eye care services, offering a diverse range of eyewear options, and embracing the latest trends, these establishments enhance the quality of life for residents. Through their dedication to both functionality and style, optical stores in Brampton serve as a clear reflection of the city's commitment to holistic well-being. So, whether you're in need of new glasses, want to explore the latest eyewear trends, or simply wish to maintain optimal eye health, Brampton's optical stores are ready to cater to your every need.

[honeysucklepink]

Another Poll!

So, this one is a little more complicated. I'm in the market for a new pair of glasses, cat's eye frames, BUT I also need sunglasses, and I'm thinking of a two-in-one type of option.

Option One: Pair Eyewear. Getting the Wanda base frames, probably in black, but with a sunglasses top frame (they're magnetized!). I could buy more top frames and swap out a bunch. Two downsides: 1) Keeping up with the sunglasses part when I don't need them, say when I'm inside. 2) the cost; while single-vision is only $60 (and each top frame ranges from $25-$30), if I get my progressives it would be $289! I could just do single though...but over time it would fuck up my distance more, just like when I was wearing readers all the time.

Option Two: Zenni Optical light responsive. I would still have a black framed cats-eye, but it would be with Zenni's store-brand light-responsive lenses (i.e. Transition lenses but not the actual Transitions brand). I wouldn't have swappable frames, and the photochromic lenses do have the downside of taking a while to lighten back up when you go inside, or going to sunglasses mode even when it's cloudy. Or the worst, NOT darkening when you drive because windshields already have UV blocking so you still have to drive with a glare!). But positives, even with progressive lenses it would only be $99.77 with my ID.me teacher discount, and I wouldn't have to keep up with a sunglass topper.

[regalstudio1]

Lab Grown Diamonds- A Eco-conscious Choice For Jewelry 

For centuries, diamonds have been one of the most coveted and cherished gemstones in the world. Known for their unique brilliance, clarity, and durability, diamonds have been used for centuries as a symbol of love, commitment, and status.

However, the traditional process of mining diamonds has been associated with several ethical and environmental concerns. In recent years, the advent of lab-grown diamonds has provided an ethical and sustainable alternative to natural diamonds, which has revolutionized the diamond industry. There has been a visible spike in demand for lab-grown diamonds for sale. 

Lab-grown diamonds are created using advanced technological processes that mimic the natural process of diamond formation in the earth's crust. These diamonds are made of the same chemical composition as natural diamonds and exhibit the same physical and optical properties.

A significant benefit of lab-grown diamonds sold by top jewelry stores in Atlanta is that they are ethically and environmentally responsible. Unlike natural diamonds, which are often associated with human rights violations and environmental destruction, lab-grown diamonds are created in a controlled environment without any adverse impact on the environment or human rights.

Another significant benefit of lab-grown diamonds is that they are more affordable than natural diamonds. The cost of a lab-grown diamond can be up to 50% less than that of a natural diamond of the same size and quality. This makes lab-grown diamonds an attractive option for people who want the look and feel of a diamond without the high cost. 

Lab-grown diamonds are also a popular choice for people who are concerned about the origin of their diamonds. By choosing to buy loose diamonds or ready-to-wear lab-grown diamond jewelry, they can be sure that their diamonds are ethically sourced without causing any harm to human life or mother nature. 

Moreover, lab-grown diamonds are not just limited to small, industrial applications; they are now increasingly being used in jewelry by celebrated jewelry brands. Lab-grown diamond jewelry is a popular choice among fashion-conscious individuals who want to make a statement with their accessories.

Lab-grown diamond jewelry comes in various styles, shapes, and sizes. From classic solitaires to trendy stackable rings, lab-grown diamonds offer a wide range of options to suit every style and budget.

Lab-grown diamond earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and engagement rings are some of the popular custom-design jewelry in Atlanta that are highly in demand. They are often set in precious metals like gold, platinum, and silver, which enhance the beauty and elegance of the diamond.

One of the unique features of lab-grown diamonds is that they are available in a wide range of colors. Unlike natural diamonds, which are predominantly white or yellow, lab-grown diamonds can be produced in various hues, including pink, blue, and green.

This versatility of lab-grown diamonds allows for a wide range of creative and innovative designs, making lab-grown diamond jewelry an exciting option for fashion enthusiasts. Another good thing is, that one can relish an old jewelry piece by upgrading it using lab-created diamonds. All those old diamond jewelry pieces that lost their diamonds can become new with an affordable addition of lab-grown diamonds in them. All you got to do is reach out to an Atlanta jewelry repair who deals in lab diamonds and get your jewelry fixed. 

Lab-grown diamonds have become a game-changer in the diamond industry. They offer an ethical, environmentally responsible, and affordable alternative to natural diamonds. Regal Studio is a well-known jewelry store located in Atlanta that offers bespoke luxury jewelry pieces made with Lab-grown diamonds showcasing ultimate craftsmanship. 

Original Source- https://regalstudio1.blogspot.com/2023/03/lab-grown-diamonds-eco-conscious-choice.html 

[liverpoolopticians]

Specsavers Kirkby: Quality Eye Care in Knowsley

Specsavers Liverpool is a reputable optician that provides quality eye care services to the local community. Located in the bustling town of Kirkby, Specsavers Kirkby serves residents in the Knowsley area, including those in the nearby city of Liverpool.

Services

Specsavers Kirkby offers a range of services to suit different needs, including:

Eye Tests

At Specsavers Kirkby, a comprehensive eye test is offered to all patients. This includes a thorough examination of the eyes, checking for any signs of underlying conditions. The optometrist will also test your vision, ensuring that any prescription glasses or lenses are tailored to your specific needs.

Contact Lenses

For those who prefer contact lenses, Specsavers Kirkby offers a range of options to suit different lifestyles and prescriptions. The optician will provide advice on which type of contact lenses are best suited for each individual patient, and also offers a free trial to ensure comfort and suitability.

Designer Frames

Specsavers Kirkby stocks a range of designer frames, including brands such as Tommy Hilfiger, Karen Millen, and Hugo Boss. The team of experienced optical assistants can help patients choose a frame that suits their face shape, style, and budget.

Specialist Services

In addition to the services mentioned above, Specsavers Kirkby also offers a range of specialist services, including:

Hearing Tests

The store has a dedicated hearing centre, providing comprehensive hearing tests and advice on hearing aids.

Children's Eye Care

The optometrists at Specsavers Kirkby are experienced in examining children's eyes and can provide advice on how to keep children's eyes healthy.

Sports Vision

Specsavers Kirkby offers a range of sports glasses and contact lenses to enhance athletic performance and protect eyes from injury.

Digital Retinal Photography

This service uses digital technology to take photographs of the back of the eye, allowing the optometrist to detect any signs of underlying conditions.

Driving Assessments

The optometrists at Specsavers Kirkby can provide advice on how to meet the legal vision requirements for driving.

Community Involvement

Specsavers Kirkby is passionate about the local community and is involved in several initiatives to support those in need. This includes sponsoring local events and providing free eye tests for children in schools across Knowsley. The store also supports national and international charity campaigns, including the Specsavers Community Programme and the Vision Aid Overseas initiative.

Accessibility

Specsavers Kirkby is committed to providing accessible services for all patients. The store has a range of facilities for patients with disabilities, including wheelchair access and audio induction loops. The optometrists and optical assistants are also trained to provide services for patients with special needs.

Sustainability

Specsavers Kirkby is committed to reducing its carbon footprint and has implemented several eco-friendly initiatives. This includes recycling its waste and using energy-efficient lighting.

Online Services

Specsavers Kirkby has a strong online presence, with a comprehensive website that provides information on its services, prices, and opening hours. Patients can also book appointments online or via the store's mobile app.

Conclusion

Specsavers Kirkby is a reliable and well-respected optician that offers a range of high-quality services to the local community. Its commitment to customer service, affordability, community involvement, sustainability, accessibility, and online services make it a popular choice for those in the Knowsley area, including those in the nearby city of Liverpool.

Specsavers Opticians and Audiologists - Kirkby 0151 545 5310 https://maps.app.goo.gl/tFGDVB7ADSVR4gJo7?g_st=iw

[biglisbonnews]

Gentle Monster and Maison Margiela Team Up to Frame Your Face "The List" is PAPER's monthly roundup of the newest arrivals, capsules and collaborations. Scroll through, below, to see February's biggest fashion news.Maison Margiela x Gentle MonsterMaison Margiela x Gentle MonsterMaison Margiela x Gentle MonsterMaison Margiela x Gentle MonsterMaison Margiela x Gentle Monster have partnered to launch a new eyewear collection featuring eleven designs in sunglasses and optical frames that incorporate genuine threaded details of Maison Margiela’s signature stitch logo. Prices range from: $320-$680.Available starting February 28 at Gentle Monster and Maison Margiela on/offline storesGivenchy Voyou BagGivenchy Voyou BagGivenchy Voyou BagGivenchy Voyou BagGivenchy Voyou BagFirst seen on the Givenchy runway in Paris last September, the Voyou bag is a new style from the brand under Matthew M. Williams. "I wanted to revisit fashion archetypes with a kind of new language and a playful attitude," he says. "With the Voyou, you know at a glance that it's Parisian, but it's at home wherever it goes, and it makes an everyday style statement that has true staying power." It also features prominently in Givenchy's Spring campaign featuring Gigi Hadid.Available now at Givenchy stores and Givenchy.comDsquared2 Buddy by MySecretCaseDsquared2 is getting into sex toys with the launch of a new collab with MySecretCase. The USB-chargable collection consists of a clitoral sucker, dildo and a penis ring made in a soft skin-safe waterproof silicone all featuring the Dsquared2 logo.Available now at Dsquared2.comCDLP Adds Jockstraps to Core CollectionCDLP Adds Jockstraps to Core CollectionCDLP Adds Jockstraps to Core CollectionFans of Swedish label CDLP's tonal, minimalist underwear can now enjoy the same luxe experience with jockstraps. The brand, which launched the category briefly 2018 and 2020 in limited-edition styles, is officially reintroducing jockstraps to their core collection. The super soft silk-like fabric is lyocell, and the waistband is tonal black with signature CDLP debossed logo.Available now at CDLP.comCOS x YEBOAH COS and emerging designer Reece Yeboah join forces to launch his namesake brand YEBOAH with a new collaboration. The collection developed with COS combines street-luxe wear with contemporary tailoring codes.Available now at CosStores.comRimowa x PalaceRimowa x PalaceRimowa x PalaceRimowa teamed up with London-based skateboarding and clothing brand Palace to create a limited-edition suitcase and a deck and sticker set that merge Rimowa's engineering heritage and Palace's approach to fashion and streetwear.Available starting February 10 the at Rimowa stores worldwide and rimowa.com https://www.papermag.com/february-2023-fashion-news-gentle-monster-2656537230.html