#DSRV

[xinganhao]

hey! im gonna nervous to send an ask so ill send this as an anon hehe

but anyway to get to the point if your blog was a drink it would either feel like a hot chocolate that was just the right temperature not to cold but not to warm it stills has the implemented hot just like in its name but there are still crunchy bits of powdered chocolate that hasnt fully dissolved

biting into the powdered chocolate is my feeling whenever you post something new🥹

its either still has a small surge of power of crunchiness that you can crunch on or its all dissolved and its a muddy comforting feeling on your tounge

im writing this in a coffee shop while sipping some hot choco while reading your taylor swift songs x svt works both the lovesong (crunchy choco bit) and heartbreak (muddy choco bit) version. my hot choco melted abit when i read the heartbreak version so i just wanted to tell you my own experience🫶

ANON . i'm a day or two late to responding but i must let you know— when i first read this, i nearly burst into tears ಥ_ಥ this was so vivid and adorable, and i have no words to describe just how warm it made me feel to have my silly stories described like this?! i hope you get to have many more just-right hot chocolates with all the good bits + marshmallows to boot. thank you sooo much for sharing this with me ( ˃̣̣̥﹏˂̣̣̥ ✿)

[prophetkristy]

20 YEAR DIVE-A-VERSARY

(I'm not old, YOU'RE old!)

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Like Finding Nemo, Only Less Cartoony Part III: 3955

On December 14, 2003, I went to the bottom of the ocean.

It is getting late in the Extreme 2003 cruise, and the handful of us on board who have not yet gotten the opportunity to dive on Alvin are starting to get worried. The electrochemists' instrument is giving so much trouble that the chief scientist is minded to send a member of their lab down on every dive in order to troubleshoot. This despite the fact that the instrument's daddy, D, has given a group of other scientists a course in running the instrument, and common fixes, so that we will be able to take in situ electrochemical readings on our dives despite not being well-versed in the field. Despite the fact that most of the electrochem failures have been due to hardware problems and instrument hard grounds which were unfixable from within the submarine and shut the instrument down for the dive after the point of no return. A few of the other PIs on the ship are looking out for those of us who haven't yet dove, however, keeping track of who had yet to dive and how many dives were left, dropping suggestions to the chief scientist whenever they feel they have a chance.

In all matters scientific on Atlantis, the chief scientist has final say. This includes selection of each and every scientific observer for each and every dive made on the expedition. S/He has, therefore, a very difficult job, coordinating the wants and needs of 20+ scientists (and their co-workers back home) with limited ship and sub time. There are naturally a lot of tensions. Our group has the added fun of a chief scientist who always waits until the last minute for things. The observers for a dive have generally not been chosen until the night before that dive; sometimes very soon before the night's dive briefing.

When you're a newbie scientist on Atlantis (and a huge Alvin fangurl to boot), you try so hard not to get your hopes up, and usually you fail. Even though I felt blessed merely to have the opportunity to be on the ship and do research at sea, and I knew there was no guarantee I would be able to dive on Alvin, I really, really wanted to be chosen. I couldn't help keeping track of how many newbies were aboard vs. how many total scientists got to dive vs. how many dives we had left [1]. All I could do was try to be helpful on board in any way I could (so I didn't seem like a waste of valuable ship-time expense), and hope.

After yet another yummy dinner [2] on Dec. 13, I am at the bank of computers in the Main Lab going over dive tapes for footage of Pompeii worm sampling. It is cold, frustrating work. iMovie keeps crashing, and the vagaries of the ship's environmental controls have made the main lab excessively air conditioned on this trip. (The annoyances are partially mitigated by being near the electrochemists' lab space. They were fun people and I enjoyed being with them.) At some point, the chief scientist, C, appears behind me, leans over my shoulder, and says quietly, "How would you like to dive tomorrow?"

…!!!

I think I squeak out a "really??!?!" whisper. C is suddenly the most awesome person in the world. (If I were chief scientist I'd get a huge kick out of making people's days/weeks/months/lifetimes by picking them to dive!) He reminds me when the briefing is (in a few hours!) and goes off about his stuff.

My attention span, naturally, is shot all to hell. I save my workspace and fly to the computer lab to send a squealy email (or what would have been squealy, if emails had sound) to advisor, mom, and boyfriend. I fly to my cabin and pull out the wool stuff I've brought for the occasion (socks, sweater borrowed from mother). I riffle through my file o' accumulated paperwork for stuff from the briefings I'd had earlier in the cruise. (Actually, I'm not really sure what I did before the briefing (besides the emailing and flying).) I am v. bouncy.

Apparently there is some shuffling about who's going to be diving with me. I get the feeling that P, who's finally chosen, is called to the briefing pretty much as it's starting and told just then. (did I mention C did things at the last minute?) C becomes even cooler: P is a newbie, too. C is trusting *two*newbies* with a full dive.

P and I are two newbies all ready to become Deep Sea Explorers.

What happens at a dive briefing? The chief scientist, observers, and pilot (minimally) meet and discuss the dive plan. Others may attend: the expedition leader (from the Alvin group), any scientists who have special equipment aboard or sampling requests. The dive plan is a list of objectives to be met for a dive, along with pertinent instructions, dive coordinates, sampling requests, etc. It's one of those things the chief scientist must rack his/her brain about every day. We also go over any instruments or equipment to be used, and the pilot or expedition leader will bring up any safety concerns or technical issues and make sure the dive plan is realistic given their capabilities. I learn how to operate the Sipper, the water sampling instrument that will be on Alvin's basket, which is controlled with a palmtop computer by one of the observers in the sub. We also get tips and reminders on note taking, video operation, what to pack for the dive, and much more.

After the briefing you pack up your warm clothes, notebook, dive plan, spare batteries for the palmtop, any goodies you feel like bringing (I'd brought a stash of Riesen for the cruise--chocolate can be like gold at sea) into a pillowcase which is stowed in a box in the Alvin hangar. The pilots will make sure your stuff gets in the sub when they prep in the morning. Then you try to get some sleep, as you're due on deck by 7am. I am afraid I won't sleep, but the darkness of my cabin and calm rocking of the ship work pretty well [3].

Regardless, I don't have difficulty getting up the morning of Dive 3955. ;-) The sun is not quite up when I get on deck. I snap a photo of one of the first sights to greet me, the expedition leader getting the sub ready for my dive. *g*

Expedition leader P prepares Alvin for my dive. Obviously he's a good leader, as he's managed to delegate well here.

The pilots and techs are working over Alvin, still in the hangar. I wander the deck and try not to explode with excitement. (B, the morning's launch coordinator, makes a comment to me about trying not to be nervous and going to get some coffee or something. I look nervous? I'm not; I'm thrilled! I'm about to ride the world's first deep-diving submarine to the bottom of the ocean! And there's no way I'm eating or drinking anything before being shut into a titanium sphere for 8 hours [4]!)

The dive plan, naturally, changes at the last minute, and we huddle to confer. Yes, I'm really short. From left, B (launch coordinator), C, T, P, and me. Behind B you can see the aft of Alvin; above our heads are some A-frame hydraulics. Also on the deck behind us are several float packs for elevators.

Preparations for the dive go mostly as usual. After what seems like the longest prep ever to get the sub attached to the A-frame, P and I are called up. We climb the stairs, remove our shoes, wave to the crowd.

P and I are ready to dive!

As the starboard observer, I enter first. There are designated places you're allowed to put your hands and feet, and you have to be careful on the way down not to trip switches (there are control panels everywhere in the ball, including just behind the ladder you climb down). The hatch opening is greased (to assure a tight seal, I assume) and you have to be careful not to hit that on your way in (I think I did, what with my gimpy knee--but we didn't leak or anything, so it's all good). The pilot is already inside. You fold yourself down into your space as quickly as you can so that the port observer can follow you down and get into his space. Once all three are situated, the launch coordinator removes the ladder and seals the hatch. There's no going back! (According to my research, no one's ever fainted inside the ball. You do go inside beforehand, during your dive safety briefing near the beginning of the cruise, and I reckon any claustrophobes are weeded out then--long before they're ever sealed inside.)

Inside the ball, it isn't as crowded as I expect it to be. (I think all three of us were on the small side.) I sit behind and to the right of the pilot, who sits on a padded box (the first aid kit, IIRC) behind his window, surrounded by controls. I have my own window, looking starboard and forward and a little down (it was actually a little low for comfort--when glued to my window, which was fairly often until we really started working, I was rather contorted). The windows are v. small; just wide enough for two eyes. If you have hands my size, and make a circle with your forefingers and thumbs together, it's about that big around. They are tapered with the wide end outside, so not only do you get a good range of vision, but I imagine it also helps the pressure issues. They're about 3.5 inches thick.

Above that is my little video monitor and the controls for it and for my pan-and-tilt camera on the top starboard of the sub. Each observer has a monitor that can toggle through every camera mounted on the sub (and there are a handful), and also a pan-and-tilt outside that's a camera + light that can be controlled by remote. You can also turn on or off overlays on your monitor, which give you real-time information from the sub's computer about temperature, depth, position, and much more. Two digital video recorders run throughout the sub's time on the bottom. One is slaved to the starboard pan-and-tilt (which also has two lasers on it that are fixed at 10cm apart so you can get a sense of scale), and the other is slaved to whatever the port observer has on his screen. So you have video responsibilities on top of everything else. There is also a tape recorder and mini-maglite in my little corner. Many things like this remind you that this ship has been in service (though constantly upgraded; there probably isn't a single original part left) since the early 60s, and things have evolved for utility through long experience.

To my left, in the back of the sphere, is the science rack, a big rack of equipment and stowage. (The observers also have racks above their heads holding computers and such--space inside the ball is at a premium.) A shelf there holds a few handheld digital cameras--video and still--for when the mood strikes us, as well as the Sipper's palmtop. There is also the all-important lunch, always packed [5]. In the corners between science rack and observers are oxygen tanks, CO2 scrubbers, your pillowcase full of stuff, oxygen masks, and other necessities.

You can, of course, see outside through your window even when the sub is still on deck; I admit to appropriating the digital camera (since I couldn't take my own) and taking lots of curiosity photos.

C aboard the Avon, as seen through my window as we dangle above the ocean waiting for the divers' signal.

Having watched a number of launches by this point, I know the drill, and it is interesting to actually be launched. I see a number of jellies outside my window as soon as we hit the water. I don't notice much about the final preparations; before I know it T is radioing Atlantis for permission to dive, and we are sinking silently beneath the waves.

I'm in that little sub!!

It takes about an hour and a half to drift 2500 meters to the ocean floor. After learning how early I was expected on deck, I had toyed with the idea of napping on the way down, but of course I'm way too excited for that. We use the time to go over the dive plan and make sure we're absolutely familiar with what needs to be done. The pilot spends the first few hundred meters checking for grounds in any of the electrical equipment. We also listen to music; yes, the pilots have installed a stereo system in the ball. And we get steadily colder. The ball isn't insulated, nor does it have internal heat. Ambient seawater is about 2° C (halfway between refrigerator temp and the freezing point of water). Hence the warm clothes. You're encouraged to wear natural fibers (think fire). They also supply a couple of wool blankets, neatly folded underneath the lunches below the science rack. My mom's sweater keeps me pretty cozy; my feet are a little chilly, as usual, so I am thankful for the blanket.

The hatch and its tiny one-eyeball window (T tells me it's to make sure we don't surface directly underneath a ship). You can just barely make out the seam. Note condensation on the ball, and audio speaker at bottom left.

With the cold comes condensation on the inside of the ball. You've sealed in air from the surface, which (because we were at 9° N) is warm and humid. So the inside of the ball gets quite wet. As the dive progresses, water starts to drip over your window, giving you a split-second moment of worry that it's leaking. (At the pressures of the deep sea--over 250 times atmospheric pressure--if there was a leak, you'd probably never notice it before the sphere was crushed, I reckon.) Water also collects in the bottom of the compartment (there is a flat floor inside the sphere over a little compartment beneath), so you're sitting in a puddle. I don't even notice my wet rear until we're ascending again; we are v. v. busy once we reach the bottom.

The seafloor, off-axis. This photo was taken by the Dancam, a high-res digital camera mounted on top of the sub that automatically takes a photo every 30 seconds during bottom time. The front edge of Alvin's sample basket is at bottom. At right, the starboard manipulator has taken hold of the elevator we will later attach to the InSECT. Look closely to see a sea cucumber.

Dive time is limited by the sub's battery power, so no external lights are switched on until we're just above the bottom. We're working on the East Pacific Rise, a crack in the ocean floor west of the Americas where hot water and sometimes magma oozes out of Terra's crust. The sub comes down off-axis, which means that it's a small distance away from the vent area. You don't want to come down right on top of one of those black smokers!

Before we discovered vents (off the Galapagos in 1977), we thought the deep sea was a pretty barren place, biologically speaking. If you consider the common method of deep-sea biological sampling--tow a net behind your ship--it's no wonder. (One oceanographer remarked that sampling the deep sea was like running blindfolded through a field with a butterfly net above your head.) Hydrothermal vents are probably the primary focus of deep sea life, and they are *packed*. Some figures place the biomass per unit volume at a vent as much higher than the "photic zone" where light penetrates the top of the ocean. That's saying quite a lot, especially considering that we were under the impression that all life on Terra somehow traces its energy back to the sun; there is no sunlight on the bottom of the ocean.

So we reach the bottom, 2502 meters below the surface, off-axis where there isn't a lot to see. Mostly flat rocks (pillow basalt) and a few sparse pink sea cucumbers and sea stars. T gets his bearings (based on the baseline established by Atlantis once arriving on station), and drives us toward the vents. The best indicator that you are approaching the vent area is the crabs. There are little white crabs everywhere down there, and they increase in density as you move closer to the hot water, where everything else thrives. Regardless, the bottom of the ocean is an entirely different world, with plenty of strange alien life.

Another thing that increases in density near the vents (but mostly off-axis) are "Alvin droppings": scores of dive weights left where they're dropped to rust and return to the ecosystem. ;-)

Most of our work is at a place called Tica. This isn't actually a black smoker, but an area of diffuse flow--great habitat for Riftia, the giant tube worm. We retrieve the electrochemists' InSECT (In Situ ElectroChemical Tool, named on this cruise by one of the pilots and looking a little like a mantis), sending it to the surface on an elevator. We sample the Riftia around which the InSECT has been taking measurements for the past four days. We pick up numerous sampling devices that have been set down there at the beginning of the expedition. We take a water sample with a niskin bottle that had been rigged atop the sub; the rope to trigger it is flippantly labeled "Pull to Flush." (hee!) My window isn't well situated to observe the action in front of the sub, so I mostly watch my monitor (at one point my pan-and-tilt is right on the action, because the pilot wants to use its lasers to mark the area he's working in) and work the Sipper. Tica is an incredible place; giant tube worms growing in clumps almost like flowers, their red lipstick-shaped gills poking out of their tubes. Older clumps of Riftia are tangled masses. Swarms of amphipods above the worms like insects. Crabs crawling over and under and around--the worms go down in their tubes when poked, a likely crab-defense-mechanism. The occasional ghostly white eel-like fish.

Taking a sample of a giant tube worm. The pilot honestly just grabs the tube in a manip and pulls it up like a weed. It will go in the open biobox on the basket. The InSECT is at bottom left.

After finishing our sampling at Tica and moving slightly off-axis to send the InSECT up, we drive to an actual black smoker called Q Vent. Driving is one of the biggest drains of battery power for Alvin, and our driving around to find the elevator for the InSECT, find various samples, and find Q Vent, coupled with a less-than-optimal battery charge [6], cuts our dive time short. After a cursory survey of a portion of the Q Vent chimney where my organism of interest, Alvinella pompejana, is growing, T informs us that we have only 40 minutes remaining on the bottom due to power concerns.

Taking Sipper samples of an alvinella colony at the Q Vent. The Pompeii worms grow in papery tubes of metal sulfide directly on the sides of the chimney. The instrument being held in a tube here has a temperature probe and electrodes for electrochemistry (when it's working), as well as the inlet for the Sipper. Note the red dots of the starboard pan-and-tilt's lasers, which are 10cm apart for scale.

One the things about which I'm most proud, being on a double-newbie dive, was the decision we made at that point. With 40 minutes, I felt there was no way we'd get any appreciably good Alvinella samples--both my group and the bacterial group are interested in well-documented measurements before sampling, especially of temperature and electrochem. Rather than doing a quick snatch of random worms, we decide to abandon the colony and get a frying pan set up in the time we have remaining. A frying pan is an apparatus our geochemists have built to put over the top of a vent chimney to grow a "protochimney." A day or so after placement, the frying pan is collected and brought to the surface, where it can be dissected to find out what's in a growing chimney [7]. We have just enough time to take Sipper samples of the black smoker on top of Q vent (which is a very tall chimney) and place the frying pan before we run too close to our power reserves.

The frying pan placed atop Q vent. The "smoke" isn't actually smoke, but metal sulfides precipitating out as they hit the cold seawater. These precipitates are what build the chimney at a hydrothermal vent. The water at the vent opening is 350° C (3.5 times the boiling point of water). It doesn't boil because of the extreme pressure. Note the "snow" in the water all around; these are clumps of bacteria.

Having accomplished all that we could for the day, we drive slightly off-axis and drop weights, beginning our slow float to the surface. All the exterior lights are again extinguished and the only thing to be seen outside our thick Plexiglas is occasional little specks of bioluminescence.

What the bottom of the ocean *really* looks like.

On the way up, there are still tasks remaining. The pilot has things to take care of with the sub and its computer.

T, our pilot, types data into Alvin's computer.

We scientists collate our notes and prepare a science report, which is called up to the surface once those up top are ready for it. The science report is a quick summary of what was accomplished on the dive, generally received and/or circulated during the afternoon science meeting. It's useful for the rest of the team on the surface to know what samples and how many are on their way, so that preparations to receive them can be made. The obligatory "this is me in the sub!" photos are taken. And we finally have time to eat lunch!!

P in the port observer's position, readying the science report. Yes, they've put in some cushions between us and the titanium, thank goodness. His window is just behind T's knee; you can see the blue pad around it.

Me, sitting in the pilot's seat. Behind me on the control panel you can read the temperature (in green), 1.8° C, and the depth (in red), 1559.4 meters.

I have yet to write in detail here about recovery, but one thing that happens is that Alvin sits on the surface for about half an hour which Atlantis slowly and carefully drives up to it and gets into position for recovery. Alvin is a fairly small boat--about the size of a UPS delivery truck--and so even calm seas will move it around quite a bit, in various directions. Waiting for recovery was one of the few times during the expedition that I felt seasick. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, telling myself in firm tones that I Would Not Be Sick.

I'm sure the scientists aboard had a great time planning for not one, but two initiations once P and I returned from the ocean floor. (another planned entry--initiations!) Actually, I know they did. After we climb out of the ball and stretch, we look for our shoes; they aren't in the bag on the side of the A-frame where they've been left. G, the recovery coordinator, points them out: sitting on the yellow line delineating the "safe" zone, mine frozen in a block of ice! (P's are merely frosty from being in a freezer.) I nearly fall off the stairs on my way down from laughing so hard! We're duly initiated, and I set my icy shoes out of the way to thaw and dry in the warm equatorial afternoon sun.

Some cold shoes. Compared to the stories I've heard, this was a pretty mild prank!

I'm very amused. :o)

Since we haven't gotten any Alvinella samples (disappointingly), I don't actually need to be present for the daily basket-swarming. I hang around in the sunshine drying off until P chases me off the deck because I'm not wearing shoes. (Um, obviously.) That's my cue to squelch my way inside and downstairs to change clothes.

The evening of that memorable day is also notable. I wander a good deal, winding down from my incredible experience. Out on the deck, seaman E is shining a light overboard and is fishing for squid amidst swarms of silvery flying fish [8]. If you discount most of 'em being underwater, they look quite a bit like a flock of little birds. I watch E help B bring in one of the biggest catches of the cruise.

B and his mondo squid. [9]

Finally I go looking for a flashlight so I can go up to the bow and look at the stars. D, one of the SSSGs, offers to go with me. We plant ourselves on the deck in the bow and cast our eyes to a glorious night sky spread above us. I've only seen that many stars before on camping trips in the mountains of Idaho. And it was somehow fitting to end a day spent at the bottom of the ocean by exploring the vast heavens.

Note: if I haven't done so before, I heartily recommend the book Water Baby by Victoria Kaharl for any and all fans of Alvin. It's out of print, so look for it at your library or used. It's a fascinating history of science and discovery.

[1]: Then there are the additional considerations: every eighth dive is a PiT dive, where the sub carries a pilot-in-training in place of one of the two scientific observers aboard. Also, it was general practice (at least on our cruise) that at least one of the two scientific observers on a dive was "experienced" (has been down at least once before). [2]: The food aboard Atlantis is v. good. Our steward/cook, L, was amazing. At our very first briefing on the ship, the captain told us we *would* put on weight during the cruise. [3]: I slept really well on the ship. The only time I didn't was when we had weather. My cabin was a level below water level, up in the bow. Waves of any appreciable size would SLAM into the hull with resounding booms. When we were cruising or there was weather, it was a little like being inside a cannon. [4]: Indeed, Alvin has no restroom. They do carry bottles for necessity. You have to empty your own up top if you used it. You can well imagine the apparatus is much easier for males to use. I managed to not need it. [5]: The one time Alvin was wrecked (it fell off its cradle during a launch in 1968 and sank--no one was inside), it stayed on the bottom of the ocean for nearly a year with its hatch open. After the salvage, they found the lunches inside incredibly preserved by the cold of the deep sea. [6]: You know how your Walkman's rechargeable batteries will charge better if they're completely drained beforehand? The principle is the same for large batteries, too. The night after 3955, the Alvin group deep-cycled the batteries. There was no power shortage on the next dive. I'd be bitter, but really I'd have been happy and fulfilled with a scant five minutes on the bottom. [7]: The downside here is that 3955 ended up being our last dive in that area, so that frying pan we put there was never recovered and is probably now a part of Q Vent. I still think we made a good decision. I imagine a lot of sampling devices get left and are overgrown (biologically or geologically) down there. Vent ecosystems are extremely dynamic. [8]: I only saw the flying fish at night, usually when E was fishing or when we had a light out there for a CTD cast (ack, another entry: CTD hooking!). [9]: We grilled it (and others) at the end-of-cruise barbecue!

[salvatoreren]

HELP I MIGHT REWATCH STRANGER THINGS BECAUSE I MISS STEVE AND DUSTIN SM GFDKHHF

[transfemlogan]

Is it obvious i have (non intrusive) violent thoughts by the way i talk abt them. (/silly /rhetorical question)

[thesevro]

[gojo satoru] big mouth, huh?

GOJO SATORU/MALE READER SMUT

CW: Blowjobs, slight voyeurism, slight degradation, praise

DUPE dahil trip ko tsaka dsrv din ng baby ko. Small changes made to fit Satoru's character

Leave Satoru alone with you anywhere, even in someone else's bathroom, and he'll be on his knees for you without any care for the consequences.

Explicit smut below the cut. Reblog if you enjoyed the fic 💩

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“Satoru, not here.”

“Mhm. You don’t sound very persuasive,” he answers, his hands moving further downwards, over the musculature of your back and the curve of your hips, until his right hand can reach back and between your legs to pull you closer to him. A sense of satisfaction pops through his nerves as your groin presses against his; he can feel you turning firmer and fatter in your pants as he holds you close to him. 

“Do you really think you can wait until we get home?” he asks you. Your flustered smile has not changed. You have neither pulled him in nor pushed him back. But he knows what you need, he can hear the words you want to say once your eyes finally meet his. It’s really too bad you’re too shy to do it in someone else’s house. Ieiri would understand. You’re the one who needs to be told, to be shown that he can handle you wherever you need him. 

“Let me touch you?” he asks, rubbing a thumb over your ass. 

“I don’t want to make a mess,” you protest, though he can feel you sagging into his arms already. 

“You won’t,” he says, eager yet steady fingers loosening your belt buckle. He looks you in the eye as he works. “I’ll take care of you.”

He hears you sigh at his words, an indeliberate, knee-jerk reaction to words so salacious, words he didn’t even know he could say to you. At someone else’s house, at least. Most especially Ieiri’s.

“I’ll make sure you cum in my mouth,” he murmurs. And he delights in the way you break away from his gaze to recover from the effect his words have on you. Your breathing has morphed to follow a broken, unsteady rhythm. He can’t wait to make it worse for you. 

Would you be able to hold back? Would you be able to stay quiet? If you were doing this to him—taking his cock from his pants alone with your hands would have him groaning like a wild animal.

“It’s a good thing Mei Mei uses olive oil for her shoots,” Satoru murmurs as his slick fingers brush your cock, grazing the tip and the length of you before his fingers wrap strongly around the base and pull upward. 

You jerk into his hand. Your hand is a vise on his shoulder, squeezing the blood out of him as he squeezes pre-cum out of your cock. He takes it slow, in the way he likes to savor your body. You give a soft groan once his focus moves from the base to your leaking cockhead; you’re always sensitive there. 

“Mm, leaking a little.” He clicks his tongue, softly, chiding you though gentlemanly about it. You murmur an unintelligible collection of slurred words, moaning quietly as you can into his shoulder once he grips you hard in his hand to jerk you off in firm, sensual slow strokes. 

“Baby,” you say through a gasp, “Baby it’s gonna get on your boots—”

He wastes no time. His knees meet the ground hard as he buries his head into your pelvis to swallow your cock into his mouth. Your body bows backward. You sigh, biting around moans he knows he’s good enough to turn into screams if you were both at home, confined with one another between the thick walls of your shared house.

Your eyes lock with his as your head tilts back downward. He moans around your length, forever enamored with the intimacy of the gaze he shares with you. His beloved boy. His beautiful man.

“Look at you,” you tell him, and once you bare your incisors to grin down at him he nearly blows a load into his underwear. How you change when you take the reins always has him easy as putty in your hands. “Got such a pretty boy taking my cock. You gonna swallow everything I can give?” 

Your cock throbs in his mouth and he moans loudly around it, wanting to yell his agreement that yes, yes he’ll take everything you give him, just give it to him—your cock, your cum, your mouth. He has never hungered more, never ached and starved with this kind of need. His hips thrust into empty air, the friction bare, poorer than a dry flesh light’s emulation of his tight ass for you, or that unwavering stare in his glaring blue eyes as he fucks his own cock into you. He paws at his cock through his pants, his head bobbing backward and forward while he suckles along your cock with your length on the flat of his tongue. 

He pulls off you in one swift movement to jabber in a confident, raspy whisper, “Put your boot on me” before the warm, soft insides of his cheeks and his writhing tongue wrap around your cock once more. 

The toe of your boot nudges beneath his cock. He gives a surprised gasp at the sheer level of sensation, gagging around your cock as it slips into its usual place in his throat.

“Slow down, baby,” you tell him, stroking his cheek, reassuring him. Sincere concern blooms in your eyes. “I want you to take me in the way only you can.” 

He pulls off you. His head falls toward your pelvis, resting beside your curved length as he catches his breath. 

“Think it’s my turn. You’ve been so good for me,” you say all breathy. He feels your body lean forward with movement. And, only bordering on violence, pushes you back hard towards the wall, pinning you there with his hand on your stomach and another wrapped tightly around your hip. He gives you no time to recover and simply slips your cock into his mouth once more. He told you he’d take care of you, and he will.

His head bobs, his mouth puckers, your length pulsates on his tongue. At this point you can offer no response, no reprimand. Instead, you return his violence in the same way you only recently discovered he likes. Your boot presses down onto his cock. And for a moment, it nearly hurts. But he’s leaking, cock smearing fluids from his twitching balls all over his underwear.

He groans loudly with your cock down his throat. His hand reaches up, meeting yours, and you immediately pick up on the signal. 

“Pretty little slut,” you chuckle, and his cock throbs hard under your boot. “Sure, I’ll use you.” 

Your hand wraps around his hair. Mercifully, you lean back instead of forward, the weight of your boot easing up on his cock. But when you begin to thrust, that’s all it takes for him to cum beneath the sufficient, easy pressure of your boot. His body lurches forward. He nearly weeps with your cock stuffed in his mouth as he thrusts into the sole of your boot, jerking himself off with desperation after having had to hold out the whole day. Ieiri was always hanging around you, Mei Mei would not leave either of you alone, Yuji wouldn’t stop talking to you—now you can fuck him and use him in private and in peace. Now he gets to cum simply from that satisfied smirk on your face and the barest pressure from the weight of your boot. Now, he gets to be satisfied.

“Ugh, fuck,” you grunt. Could you feel him throbbing under your boot? Could you feel his cum sloshing around in his pants? “You like it like this, huh? I’ll show you somethin’ better when we get home. Gonna have you weeping from your baby blues.” 

His body goes limp under you, relaxing with his finished orgasm. He simply relaxes his jaw and opens wide, sucking his cheeks inward every time you thrust into his mouth. You fuck your cock between his lips with reckless abandon, holding his head in place with both your hands and overstimulating his own length with the pressure of your boot. 

He tilts his head back, and your hips lean forward. You go so deep in his throat he feels his neck bulge with the outline of your thickness. It takes only three thrusts from you to go in that deep before you go still. He grips you by the ass, holding you in place while your cock pulsates in his throat. All he tastes is the flavor of your orgasm, all he can see is the bliss on your face as you empty your balls down his throat, your mouth opening around silent moans. He swallows eagerly, trying to keep up with the warm rush of your cum slipping into his throat. His tongue swirls around your length, though less agile because your cock is inside him up until the base. Fucking hell. He should suck you off more often. Maybe at Utahime’s house. It’s always wild there.

“Satoru! Where’s the pizza?” Satoru grins. You flinch. He holds your hips, gently thrusting your cock along his tongue for it to keep oozing cum onto his greedy taste buds. “Helloooo, Satoru!”

You smile a bit. 

“I suppose this is exactly what you wanted,” you say to him. You pull his head off your cock so that he gets to answer. Little bits of cum drip down his chin and from the tip of your cock. “Clean us up, then tell Ieiri where our pizza is.”

Satoru shivers at the command and follows immediately. He sets his tongue flat on your cockhead, lapping up the remaining dredges of your orgasm, and lets you scoop your cum from his chin up into his mouth with your fingers. 

Satisfied, you wipe the drool from his chin with a tissue. He sets you back into your pants as you clean him up and pull his black blindfold back over his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to both his eyes after. After you wash your hands, you wrap an arm around him and unlock the door.

“Oh! You’re proud of letting them see us for once—”

“Baby, I just want pizza,” you say, opening the door and leading him out to your friends waiting at the dinner table from the floor below. They all look up as the door opens.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Utahime mutters. 

They all call your name in disdain and praise Satoru’s. 

“(Name), you gotta stop tiring Satoru out—”

“He can’t even get pregnant at his age!”

“Satoru, you should stay over with me and Suguru tonight—”

“Actually, how about I stay over with him and (Name) for a few weeks—”

You hug him close as you head down the stairs. He feels like a man possessed, not by his own spirit or some force, but by you. It feels good to be yours, to have everyone know that he is.

“I’m proud to say I’m to blame for this one,” he tells them once you’ve reached the lower floor, voice fucked-out and hoarse even to his own ears. They groan, again.

“TMI TMI TMI TMI,” they all call at you, Utahime hollering especially.

“Yeah, so where’s the pizza?” Ieiri asks. Satoru fumbles for his phone, and blanches.

“So, girlie… my phone’s actually pretty dead,” he says.

“Yep, you’re to blame for this one,” you tell him again.

Suguru makes a noise in the back of his throat from the table. “Satoru... why are your pants stained like that?”

[bimboalexisloves]

Ahhh! So, you see a girl with thicc thighs, and all you want to do is Lip Lock with her? Naughty Bambi

~🐺

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[whiteshipnightjar]

Little Hand

by Joanna Newsom

Take her down, Tom*  the time has come at last I can hear her song. Water contracts, the hold holds fast like the last of the iron lungs.

My child and me through the miles and leagues fall as hard as a silent hail. Echoing laughter ‘fore and after o’er the raft of the Violet Snail

Now when that sight put the fear of God in you; green light sweeps like a nightstick swinging.

Sonar* softly pinging-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing

I am appeased by what I have seen. Now turn around, Ma, you already saw what you may and can look no further; haunted the post where the Holy Ghost poses down through the rayless water.

Holding a child, nine and nice, ain’t it wild and sweet? On the verge of anguish. Ain’t it absurd? I do not have words it is not for the lack of language.

Tethered to our floating home, we scout for the crown and its placard.

Your periscope, your parapet are ringing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing-ing

I’ll guard and keep, thy father watches the sheep. And I swear on my soul if it is all folderol let us ring round the roses, honey, gobbling all our sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny nonny.

Last and at least when the fire has ceased, and if it’s safe the sun shall breakaway. Shocked it’s released we rise automatically folderol-diddle-i-di-die-di-day.

Music set us spinning and spinning, inscribe the memory of the honey bee with the silence of the ballerina.

We took a little walk across the lawn, it was two o’clock, with my soft shoes on. I met you at the door, May I cross the calm, I called, May I tag along? Hear you bawl a little sad song. It’s a sad song. Keep singing it, honey, it ain’t long. Sing and I’ll keep you safe and warm until the dawn.

DSRV-2 Avalon, wherever you are, wherever you’ve gone, leaning you cheek in to the amber yellow dawn, highway one. We’ve been itching to meet you, recommission to meet you, if you listen I’ll teach you a sad song.

Sing your machinery to sleep and shut the door. Even Janthina once was as you are, sworn anathema to the guns and the megatons and all. Only Janthina can defeat the men o’war.

If you could only hear my joy just to know her, tie her little shoe, take her little hand and say hello to her, ‘hello‘, and there really ain’t a lot I can show her.

Up on the deck are we safe from harm? Are we ready to surface? In every respect sound the alarm. Oh, it goes so fast, it will feel slow. We will arrive before you know, we’re free to go if we don’t get stuck, we’ll be there by morning with a little luck.

na-na-na-na-na-na-na *pinging*

Lay her down, Tom, we are overrun but there is time for another story. Smoke at the door as I fall on all fours coiling blue as a morning glory. It is the hour, see the little hand, see the lambs we have kept and guarded. Tower of steel, cartwheel in the sand with the force of the waters parted.

It is the hour we are far from home, we the lambs who will not be slaughtered. I am not afraid, I am not alone, I’m not alone, I have brought my daughter. I’m not alone.

[kyoghurts]

Hi hi, kyo!! I'm so late— but that won't stop me<33 Belated happy kyoghurts day!💌

I hope you enjoyed your special day!

I was thinking of dropping a little message before going back to sleep(*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

If you ever feel down or if everyone and everything the world is being cruel to you, always remember to cheer up and turn that frown upside down!(is that how you word it?) Start your everyday life with a smile and shine brightly like the moon that gleams on top of the dark night sky along with the little stars(known as your supporters, friends, family, or people that cherishes you from the bottom of their heart!) So, never let them drag you down and just be who you are— (would commit arson if they're still mean to you:>) be brave and strong! If you ever feel exhausted, remember to take a break bcs you dsrv it! Everyone gets tired sometimes, and a break is always the cure! If you're having trouble, remember that you have us! Tell us and we'll be there for you! 💌

I have a lot more words to drop but I don't want to waste your time (if you're reading this :'>), I look forward for more of your written works and blogs! Good luck on your new journey ahead, keep up the good work(you're doing great!!), and love lots!💌 (I was planning to make a fan art as your gift but I'm quite busy in the house at the moment｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡ Maybe next time >:D)

YEIDJDJJE THANK U ASTRIA 😭😭😭‼️

[t1r3dd]

bd kids desrv pnishmnt

bad kids dsrv t b hrt

caus thyr stpid n bad n js do bd awful thngs

[jaylaxies]

Okay so i finished the fic so heres my feedback <3

First of all WHAT THE FUCK?! LIKE WHY DUDE WHYYYYYY?!!?? im going insane rn yk that?? Like there the cutest couple ever i just srsly love it too much that i want them to get back together :( i just HATE YOU (in the nicest way possible) i love the way that you like really show the vibes of Karina and Yeji cause like im sure that they'll truly do that..AND PLEASE Y/N DSRVS THE FUCKING LOVE DUDE LET HER FEEL LOVE :( tbh i srsly dont know what to say but all in all WHAT THE FUCK? and i love it {3 i love the way that is written and that how Jay makes y/ns heart fluster and make her blush like a bitch :3 and the way that Jaemin is always there to ruin the situation for Jay and Y/n and be smiling like a weirdo,,,when jay said "does he even get tired from smiling?" GOT ME CRACKING MY NERVES like i srsly laughed so loud that my bf thought i was going crazy <3 and i wish i had a boyfriend like jay srsly :( like the way that he is so sweet and caring in the fic is just so adorable and the bonding of them both is sooo cuteee istg :(( i also agreed where yn said that he loves jay sm for being kind and caring to other people got me blushing like a tomato <3 its totally so true and when yn also added that she loves jay sm cause the way he eats corn and buys Coca Cola PLS ;) HAHAHAHA IT GOT ME CRACK UP but srsly ive been repeating this but i srsly just have two things to say 1.FUCK YOU 2.i love the fic sm

Sorry for the grammars :3

RIGHT?? they’re so cute w each other i love their silly lil bickering which probably does nothing to hide their affection for each other but we love it! KARINA AND YEJI MY WIVES i literally love them <33 no cause jaemin is always smiling AND we love a lil bit of jealousy WJQKWK JAY WAS SO PISSED omg this feedback is so 🩷💗💞💕 ILOVEYOU AND THANK YOU FOR READING and and i’m sorry for the ending 😭🙏

[nazaritmember]

Запуск Альфа-релиза Obol

Привет всем, друзья. Новенький перевод статьи Obol! Оригинал статьи на английском жмяк.

Мы рады сообщить, что теперь мы официально вошли в Альфа-релиз сети Obol! Впервые мы будем разворачивать Mainnet DVs вместе с сообществом. Вот все подробности запуска. Автор статьи - Бретт Ли

Менее 2 месяцев назад мы рассказали о ключевых вехах на пути к V1. После запуска распределенного валидатора на Ethereum Mainnet и Bia Testnet, который превзошел все наши ожидания, мы рады сообщить, что теперь мы официально вошли в Альфа-релиз сети Obol: первый набор Mainnet DV, развернутый сообществом. Что это значит? Позвольте нам рассказать подробнее.

Что за Альфа?

Альфа-релиз Obol Network начинает наш процесс постепенной интеграции протокола Obol в приложения для майнинга. Поскольку это первый случай развертывания DV в сети Ethereum Mainnet вне Obol Core Team, мы будем осторожно запускать ограниченное количество DV с группой надежных партнеров.

Такой контролируемый запуск позволит нам обеспечить необходимое внимание и поддержку, чтобы гарантировать, что ранние развертывания будут построены в сотрудничестве и с заботой. На этом этапе мы также постараемся обобщить накопленный опыт в Mainnet (а не только в Goerli) в рамках подготовки к запуску V1.

Участие в Альфа

Нам повезло, что нас поддержали дальновидные члены сообщества валидаторов, которые взяли на себя обязательство стать ранними последователями DVT. В рамках запуска Альфа-версии мы работаем с рядом партнеров, которые уже развернули начальный набор кластеров DV вместе с нами в Mainnet. Эти кластеры управляются:

Кластер с несколькими организациями:  EtherFi, DSRV, Cosmostation, Allnodes, и Chainnodes. Кластер мульти-оргов и соло-сталкеров: Anthony Sassano, DSRV, и Everlasting Соло кластер: a41 Соло-кластер: Blockscape Соло кластер: Ankr Solo Cluster: Stakely.io

Sassal's последний твит о потенциальном воздействии DVT

Различные конфигурации этих начальных кластеров (различные местоположения, размер валидаторов, количество операторов и т.д.) демонстрируют важную цель нашего выпуска Alpha - продолжить тестирование широкого спектра различных настроек DV для улучшения антикорреляции в сети после запуска V1.

Во время Alpha мы будем стремиться расширить набор операторов, добавив 25 кластеров DV в двух типах конфигураций.

Одиночные кластеры: В одиночном кластере все узлы DV будут управляться одним юридическим или физическим лицом. В такой конфигурации ключевым преимуществом DVT является обеспечение высокой доступности для установки валидатора при одновременном снижении общих затрат на инфраструктуру. Кластеры с несколькими организациями: В кластере с несколькими организациями узлы в рамках одного кластера DV управляются двумя или более различными организациями или лицами. Объединивши��ь для валидации в группу или сообщество, валидаторы в кластере с несколькими организациями могут получить более высокую производительность, снизить риск слэшинга и повысить децентрализацию. В каждом развертывании мы ограничиваем количество валидаторов, работающих в каждом кластере, одним, если не оговорено иное (читайте наши Условия предоставления услуг).

Хотите принять участие?

Если вы хотите узнать больше о том, как принять участие в нашей Альфа-фазе, присоединяйтесь к нашему Discord, чтобы получать регулярные обновления. Как и было задумано, мы будем поддерживать небольшое количество участников в Альфа-фазе, учиться на первых развертываниях и увеличивать масштаб в предстоящей Бета-фазе и запуске V1.

Мы также проведем наш первый в истории звонок сообществу 20 апреля в 5:00PM UTC. Мы подробно расскажем о состоянии проекта и о том, что нас ждет на пути к V1. Записывайте время!

Obol Social Media: Discord and Twitter Всегда ваш, Назар (Polionyr#0969)

[aestherin]

I um

I never confessed to any, ANY OF MY CRUSHES

Pero pota scara's thread hits home so hard. It just triggered 3 memories at once HAHSHAHAHSHA

Nakatikim 👅💦 ka na ba 🫵👶 ng tigdalawang ✌️🙏 pisong💸💲 takoyaki?🐙🦑

Ps. It's the "silent resign and pushing 'that' friend to get the love they need and deserve" for me tas di naman sila nagkatuluyan shuta wasted chineer q pa naman sya HAHAHHA (dsrv/j)

/ninakaw ulit yung pic

PASENSYA PO SA WAR FLASHBACKS MHIE 😭🙏

huy parang familiar yang line na yan meme ba yan

GAGO UNG DSRV UEJDHWHDHHW

[rattrapdadfigure]

Rescue bot form ideas 🥹🥰🫵

-Cargo planes

-cargo helicopters

-cargo ships

-cargo trucks

-buses!

-construction vehicles!!

-tow trucks

-Forklifts

-drones

-firefighting aircraft

-firefighting trucks (Rosenbaur, SVI, Roswell etc)

-ARFF trucks

-Hagglunds, ARGO XTV,

-Flood trucks (NAFFCO, Skeeter trucks, monster trucks, etc)

-snow cats

- Arctic trucks

-snowmobiles

-polaris ranger cars!

-motorcycles

-ambulance!!

-jet skis

-lifeboats

-fire rescue boats

-DSRVs

[postsofbabel]

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[charteredaccountantfirm-blog]

Why DSRV India is the Top CA Firm in Gurgaon

As one of the fastest-growing business hubs in India, Gurgaon (or Gurugram) is home to a multitude of businesses ranging from startups to established multinational companies. For any business looking to thrive in such a competitive market, having a trusted Chartered Accountant (CA) firm is crucial. If you're looking for a CA firm in Gurgaon, DSRV India stands out as a premier choice due to its comprehensive services, industry expertise, and client-centric approach.

Why You Need a CA Firm in Gurgaon

Gurgaon, now known as Gurugram, has rapidly evolved into a financial and technological powerhouse. With its proximity to New Delhi, top-notch infrastructure, and flourishing business landscape, companies of all sizes are setting up shop here. However, operating a business in this bustling region also means navigating a complex regulatory environment. That's where having a CA firm in Gurugram becomes essential.

Whether you're a budding startup or an established enterprise, staying compliant with tax regulations, managing audits, and ensuring proper financial reporting is not only a legal requirement but also a vital part of your business strategy. A CA in Gurgaon can assist you with these tasks, allowing you to focus on growing your business while ensuring all financial aspects are in order.

DSRV India: A Leading CA Firm in Gurugram

DSRV India has carved out a niche for itself as a leading CA firm in Gurugram, providing a broad spectrum of financial services to businesses across industries. With years of experience and a team of highly qualified Chartered Accountants, DSRV India offers tailor-made solutions that meet the unique needs of every client. Below are some reasons why DSRV India is the best choice for businesses looking for a CA in Gurgaon:

1. Comprehensive Financial Services

At DSRV India, the range of services provided includes, but is not limited to:

Tax Planning and Compliance: From corporate tax to GST compliance, DSRV India ensures that your business remains tax-compliant while optimizing your tax liabilities.

Audit and Assurance Services: The firm provides audit services that give a clear picture of your financial health, ensuring transparency and trust with stakeholders.

Accounting Services: Maintaining accurate financial records is key to business success. DSRV India offers bookkeeping and accounting services tailored to your specific business requirements.

Business Advisory: Strategic advice is provided for improving business operations, expanding into new markets, or optimizing financial performance.

Risk Management and Compliance: In today’s fast-evolving business environment, risk management is critical. DSRV India helps businesses identify risks and implement systems to manage them effectively.

2. Customized Solutions for Every Client

One of the key strengths of DSRV India is its ability to provide customized solutions for every business. Whether you're a small startup or a large corporation, the firm ensures that your financial needs are met with tailor-made strategies. Their expert team of CAs in Gurgaon understands that no two businesses are the same, and they provide solutions that align with your long-term goals.

3. Expert Knowledge of Local and Global Tax Laws

Operating in a dynamic economic environment like Gurgaon means businesses are often subject to both domestic and international tax regulations. The team at DSRV India stays updated on the latest tax laws and can assist you in navigating both local and global compliance requirements. This ensures that your business remains fully compliant while maximizing tax benefits, making DSRV India the ideal CA firm in Gurgaon.

4. Client-Centric Approach

At DSRV India, client satisfaction is at the core of the firm’s mission. The team is dedicated to offering responsive, high-quality services that address clients' needs in real-time. Whether it’s answering tax-related queries or providing financial advice during critical business decisions, the firm’s proactive approach ensures seamless communication and support. This client-first approach is one of the many reasons why businesses choose DSRV India as their trusted CA firm in Gurugram.

Benefits of Partnering with DSRV India

When you work with DSRV India, you gain more than just a typical CA service provider; you get a partner who is invested in your business’s financial health and long-term success. Here are some additional benefits of choosing DSRV India as your CA in Gurgaon:

Cost-Efficient Services: With DSRV India, you don’t need to compromise on quality to save on costs. The firm provides cost-effective solutions without compromising on accuracy and compliance.

Proactive Advisory: The expert team at DSRV India continuously monitors changes in tax laws, financial regulations, and industry practices to offer proactive solutions, helping you stay ahead of potential challenges.

Confidentiality and Trust: Financial information is sensitive, and DSRV India guarantees the highest level of confidentiality and security for all client data.

Conclusion: Choosing the Right CA Firm in Gurgaon

Gurgaon is a thriving economic zone, and businesses here need robust financial management to succeed. Whether you're a startup trying to find your footing or a multinational aiming to streamline your financial operations, having a reliable CA firm in Gurugram is essential. DSRV India, with its comprehensive range of services, expert team, and client-first approach, has earned its reputation as one of the top CA firms in Gurgaon.

Partnering with DSRV India can give your business the financial support it needs to grow, stay compliant, and manage risk effectively. Contact DSRV India today to learn more about how they can assist your business with all your financial needs.

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