#P-295

[nuzzle]

메이크업도 헤어, 의상과 함께 핑크색. 춤추는 소녀의 하트처럼 반짝이는 눈매에는 '엔젤릭 프리티' 로고를 연상시키는 리본 패턴이 프린트되어 있고, makeup is also pink together with hair and costumes. her sparkling eyes, like a maiden's dancing heart, are printed with a ribbon pattern reminiscent of the "angelic pretty" logo,

눈꺼풀에 사랑스러운 핑크 아이섀도우와 섬세한 레이스 프린트. 달콤함을 살려주는 은은한 아이라이너! 속눈썹도 크림처럼 하얗고 사랑스러워서 덧없고 신비로운 분위기를 느낄 수 있어요 and her eyelids have adorable pink eyeshadow and a delicate lace print. also pay attention to the gentle eyeliner that brings out the sweetness! the eyelashes are also lovely white like cream.

♡ 푸리프 20주년을 기념하여 크림이 가득한 달콤한 케이크는 어때요? ♡ how about a creamy sweet cake to celebrate the 20th anniversary of pullip?

[merriemarvels]

Safe places were few and far between,

even with the growing mutant and human resistance against Apocalypse's regime; the Wundagore facility had been made a crater long ago, the Westchester compound had shuttered, the Morlock tunnels had been flooded with nerve agent and cleared out. They'd stayed on the move, staying in one place as long as they dared before removing any trace of their presence and disappearing again. The longest they had been forced to stay idle had been by necessity -- they found a concrete bunker in the foothills of Russia, a place Colossus had told them was safe, and that was where their daughter came screaming into the world. Their Charm…

It had been hard on Clarice -- no doctor, no pain relief, no idea what they were doing -- and she was weak for a couple of months. It killed her that she couldn't share the joy of their baby with their father… But she barely had the energy to see to the newborn's needs and her own, and the pain of labor had broken her focus, causing all of her premade lances to disintegrate. If it weren't for Raze's presence, his love, she'd have tried far too early to try to leave.

The choice was made for them; whether someone was tipped off by Raze hunting nearby, or they had been finally tracked… the bunker was rocked by an explosion, the door ripped off its hinges, a pack of Apocalypse's mutant hunters poured in. Charm's terrified cries rang in the enclosed space, and Clarice…

Raze heard the explosion, and dread turned his blood to ice. No. With a roar the whirled and ran, dropping to all fours to push himself faster, harder -- he sprang, a fury of nightmare blue and flashing claws and teeth, on the hapless fools who had dared to corner his woman, his daughter --

They knew who they were dealing with, and he realized it the moment he felt the stun pike against his side -- but in that same moment he heard them. Charm's hysterical wails, high and ringing in his sensitive ears, Clarice sobbing his name. The unmistakable sizzle of her powers charging, and he closed his eyes. If they could get away, if they were safe, he didn't mind. Didn't care if it meant his death…

He felt it, and it made tears burst from his eyes and a laugh ring from his throat.

The landing was ungraceful and he saw stars as his head rang against a large rock, but as soon as he had his feet under him he was scrambling up the rocks, shouting for her with the same bestial fury, face and hands caked in blood and panic making his eyes wild -- he crested a rise and there she was. Clean, safe… their daughter sobbing against her shoulder, her hands soothing the infant, and he sunk to his kees and pulled them both against his chest, burying his face in Clarice's magenta hair because she was safe, they were safe…

"We're going back," he declared. "To Mr. Creed. I am never letting that happen again."

@notmymamasboy

[misfauxpas]

Slugcat(s) of the Day #295

boo(p)!

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[oonalovesastarionssimpleplan]

Whether or not a vampire retains any memories from its former life, its emotional attachments wither as once-pure feelings become twisted by undeath. Love turns into hungry obsession, while friendship becomes bitter jealousy. In place of emotion, vampires pursue physical symbols of what they crave, so that a vampire seeking love might fixate on a young beauty. A child might become an object of fascination for a vampire obsessed with youth and potential. Others surround themselves with art, books, or sinister items such as torture devices or trophies from creatures they have killed.

Monster Manual*, p. 295, Vampires

[homestuckreplay]

EOA1 - Statistics!

Since Homestuck is a multimedia experience, I put together a cheat sheet on my favorite website Google Sheets to track things like point of view characters, [S] pages, pesterlogs, interactivity, And Maybe More. So I have some cool stats to share for the first act!

Act 1 ran for 247 pages published across 56 days, 47 of which had an update. This averages 4.4 pages per day (5.3 on update days). April 13, 2009 (Day 1) had the most pages in a single day with 16 (6.5%). 

177 pages contained narrative text (71.7%) while 70 pages were image or animation only (28.3%). 205 pages contained a command in the title (83.0%). Of these, 155 commands were to John (75.6%), 42 were to Rose (20.5%) and 8 were to the reader (3.9%). Of all pages, John was the perspective character in 186 (75.3%), Rose in 51 (20.6%), the reader in 9 (3.6%) and Dad in one (0.4%). 

There were 30 pesterlogs on 28 pages (11.3% of pages). John appeared in 25 pesterlogs, Rose in 22, TG in 5 and GG in 2. 6 pesterlogs went unanswered (5 by John and one by Rose).

There were 295 images and animations in total, with 47 pages containing two or more images (19.0%) - p.106 is the only page to contain three images. 287 of these were still images or brief animations, 4 were complex animations (p.82, 88, 137, 246) and 4 were interactive (p.30, 90, 110, 138). 

Nine pages contained sound [S] (3.6%) and there were six original music tracks worked on by six artists, with two variations of both Showtime and Harlequin.

In universe, Act 1 began on April 13, 2009 at ~4:00-4.10pm in John’s timezone (~6 or 7pm in Rose’s) - we first see the time, 4:13pm, on p.24. Act 1 ended at ~5:38pm in John’s timezone (7:38 or 8:38pm in Rose’s) - we last see the time, 5:34pm, on p.204 at which point the meteor countdown is already underway. The time elapsed in the narrative is around an hour and a half (0.11% of the real, out of universe time).

[positivelybeastly]

Results of the Quiz!

As you may recall, just over three weeks ago, I posted this quiz, so that I could test all of your knowledge of the ever elusive, ever effusive Hank McCoy - and here are all the results!

Now, I know for a fact that you only got 9, and that you flubbed the girlfriend question, because you told me as much, but you did still get the best score out of everyone, so, congratulations!

Extremely good score. This is elite results. Uncanny. Astonishing, even . . .

Very good. Honestly, this is the point at which I think people were only getting questions wrong because those questions were insane to ask in the first place, heehee.

Eminently excellent scores! Not that I would expect any different, I know all three of these fine individuals, and they've been kind enough to let me blather to them often enough that I expect they've internalised a lot of it.

Firmly good scores! Of the ten questions, I'd say only four were common knowledge, so getting above four is a good score, honestly. Though, Abby, Raze, you may want to get to know your beau a touch better. ;)

Respectable scores! About the level of knowledge I'd expect, honestly, because as far as I know, some normal people do follow me. :P It has been known.

Remedial classes! But hey, you did good. Nothing to be ashamed of here.

I'm proud that none of my followers got a zero. I think the world of all of you, and you showed me exactly why that's the case here. <3

Look below for the answers and the context!

What was Hank's first girlfriend called?

Hank's first girlfriend, as revealed in X-Men Unlimited vol. 1 #10, was called Mindy! A short lived fling during high school, she was sadly killed by Dark Beast during his infiltration of Hank's life. Jennifer Nyles was Hank's second girlfriend, who he was with when he was first recruited to the X-Men, and who had her memory of Hank wiped by Charles Xavier. Vera was Hank's third girlfriend, whom he met at Coffee-A-Go-Go! during the original 60s run of Uncanny X-Men.

Hank's fur was originally what colour?

A slightly unfair question, because I believe the original intention was for Hank's fur to come out black, but due to printing and colour limitations of the time, it actually came out grey, which is what modern recolours of the initial issues of Hank's first mutation have run with. It later turned blue towards the end of Hank's run on Amazing Adventures.

Which of these organisations is Hank NOT an official member of?

Hank has, in fact, been a member of the Illuminati (New Avengers vol. 3), the Britney Spears Fan Club (Wolverine), and the Stark Industries Board of Shareholders (Astonishing X-Men). Despite having two longtime friends and teammates on the Champions, as well as making a cameo in that title, he is not an official member of the team.

What is the universe designation for the world that Dark Beast comes from?

The Age of Apocalypse where Dark Beast comes from has been designated as Earth-295 in retrospect. Earth-1610 is the original Ultimate Universe, Earth-616 is the mainline Marvel comics universe, Earth-199999 is the MCU designation, Earth-63 is a world where all mutants are of African descent, and Earth-42 is where Miles Morales ends up at the end of the second Spider-Verse movie.

Which of these characters is Hank's best friend?

Though Hank has been friends with Jean Grey, Scott Summers, and Bobby Drake for far longer, he and Simon Williams have always identified each other as mutual best, dearest friends. While Hank's friendship with Emma Frost is very dear to me, sadly, it never got much focus after Grant Morrison stopped writing both characters.

Where does the idea that Beast likes Twinkies so much come from?

Though Marvel has had a long standing advertising and promotional arrangement with Hostess, the idea that Beast likes Twinkies to an unhealthy amount comes from an issue of X-Men from the late 1990s, where he posts up his New Year's Resolutions, which include curing the Legacy Virus, reading more 12th century texts, and eating less Twinkies.

Which type of animal did Hank once claim that his mother was allergic to so he was never allowed to have one as a child?

When Hank first acquired his puppy Sassafras, he claimed that he saw her in the window of a pet shop while out jogging and couldn't say no to her, stating that his mother had never allowed him to have a dog as a child because she was allergic. Precisely where Sassafras went after the events of New Defenders is, unfortunately, unknown.

Which of the following musical artists has Hank NOT been shown listening to across his comics history?

Hank has, in fact, been shown to enjoy listening to the Rolling Stones (Generation X), Oingo-Boingo (Multiple Man), Frank Sinatra (Uncanny X-Men), and Devo (Astonishing X-Men). Though he has not yet been shown to have listened to Taylor Swift, it isn't out of the question, given his apparent appreciation for Britney Spears.

When did Beast first meet the new team of X-Men (Wolverine Colossus Nightcrawler Storm etc)?

Beast makes an appearance in Uncanny X-Men #111 (1978) investigating the seeming disappearance of the new generation of X-Men, and when he finds them trapped in Mesmero's circus, he makes numerous references to not knowing them well enough to say whether or not the people he's seeing are them or not, indicating that he hasn't yet met them. It's only when he sees Scott and Jean that he realises it's definitely the X-Men.

Who was Beast's first successful brain surgery performed on?

When Rogue neutralised the Red Skull, who had had Charles Xavier's brain grafted onto his so as to claim his telepathic talents, she took him to Hank so that he could remove the Professor's brain from the Skull's. He makes the remark that he's just completed his first successful brain surgery while washing up, to which Rogue claims that it's no great loss if he was unsuccessful. Whether or not Beast had attempted unsuccessful brain surgery prior to this point is never clarified.

[yvfu]

https://www.construction-physics.com/p/the-long-sad-history-of-american

Another interesting attempt at high-speed rail in the US during this era was the M497 Black Beetle, an experimental project by the New York Central, mounted two jet engines, intended for use on the B-36 bomber, to a normal diesel railcar. Though it achieved a speed of 295 kmph in testing (still the record for fastest train speed in the US), and was constructed “relatively cheaply,” it was not considered viable commercially.

[yamayuandadu]

Is there more information about Melam, besides 'the substance that covered the gods in terrifying splendor,' which makes humans experience 'the physical creeping of the flesh'?

You’re citing a subpar wikipedia article like it’s a primary source. Please don’t do that in my ask box.

Melam(mu) is an ordinary word referring to the abstract notion of radiance of deities (as well as certain other supernatural entities, most famously Humbaba; rulers; places and objects regarded as numinous, like temples, statues and cultic paraphernalia; and so on). Since terms like melam(mu) and puluḫtu have a more specific meaning than the generic namru, “shining”, more poetic translations like “awe-inspiring radiance” are fairly common. For more context see Radiant Things for Gods and Men: Lightness and Darkness in Mesopotamian Language and Thought by Shiyanthi Thavapalan (esp. p. 14-15). A deity could be described as possessing a plurality of melam, though this is generally rare (most famously, Humbaba has seven, but there are isolated attestations available for Nergal and Marduk too) and the term is typically left singular.

In textual sources melam is already attested in the Early Dynastic period (see the Reallexikon entry by Manfred Krebernik for a list of attestations), but in visual arts it only shows up in a coherent, consistent way in the Neo-Assyrian period, where deities are often surrounded by a so-called “nimbus” (The Melammu as Divine Epiphany and Usurped Entity by Mehmet-Ali Ataç, p. 295). Literary texts can present melam as something tangible - a divine garment, crown, wig and so on (for some examples see A New Occurrence of the Seven Aurae in a Sumerian Literary Passage Featuring Nergal by Jeremiah Peterson) - or even as logs of wood (in the Humbaba narrative; see The Babylonian Gilgamesh Epic: Introduction, Critical Edition and Cuneiform Texts by Andrew R. George, p. 10). However, this holds true for many abstract concepts.

[monday-monday-monday-tuesday]

I’m reading some Nifty story, well written about the hazards of falling for the first guy that like you back. This was a gay and straight roommate, with the handsome Texan skirt chaser having a bad run &

like he’s returning to his dorm room DIH* [DICK IN HAND] ever weekend and every day and night when his goal is to score. He’s pretty drunk when he’s horny as hell and the gay lad, who is heads over heels guides him to a place of No Regrets. Straight boy returns home the next evening not as drunk, but still DIH. Gay kid is a mensch and provides his mouth as a facility to prevent Blue Balls.

He’s not all that accomplished in the BJ department and when your into somebody to give them pleasure, your efforts are returned as you rule. It takes a while, but they find a good rhythm When Covid made the impossible couple become more experimental as the straight one positions his boy face up, being considerate to provide him with pillow to create a perfect angle for the ultimate face fucking. With one hand on straight’s buttocks feeling the intensity and the other on his own erection,

HE HAS GIVEN HIS MOUTH NO MEANS OF PROTECTING HIMSELF FROM BEING ROUGHED HOUSED AND CHOCKED as straight’s long dick is able to disable the gay kids gag reflex and the fit Is perfection. Straight boy has a streak of kindness always checking the comfort his boy’s comfort level. He’s long stroking slowly and enjoying every membrane brisking in joy. He sensed correctly the the boy is “Lovin’ It McDonald Style” or rather “The Animal Stlyle of California based In and out burger makes for a wildly athletic and aesthetic pleasing fucking with hips and moves that are wild and perfection personified as he miss not one beat as he jerks his receiving partner and slips in a little tongue action while kissing

in between the stiff, erect and skyward aiming cock making time become irreverent for the sucker as his greatest dream is accomplished with every forceful drive. In between he indicates that he wants to be used, feel used and beckons for more. Mr Straight takes this to mean that there are essentially no guardrails and rams his cock deed down his throat and holding it, not allowing air for breathing until the seconds before blackout would occur. It never does and it’s the most frantic face fucking ever seen as Straight boy is plopping the entirety of his body weight to get even deeper.

Then the rapid fire fucking that leads to loss of exact control and the erratic frenzy is the biggest turn on for the bottom boy and it’s rough and hard fuck and the explosion Is close. He warns, but no need. every drop he wants and the rapidness freezes as the top guy entire 18 year old body stiffens and his cock widens, making breathing more of a luxury because not a drop of oxygen can get through and his cock is hard and stiff with his magnificent body following that hard and stiff and plunging so deep down the bottom’s throat that it empties directly into his stomach and preventing the joy of feeling the pulsating of cum into his mouth onto his tongue and savoring its taste. Again, moments before air was needed, his cock still hard and not as stiff slides into the boys mouth and breathing returns to normal.

K I L L E R B O D Y

H O R N Y K I D H O R N Y K I D

A R E N ‘ T T H E Y S P E C I A L

H O L L I S T E R S T I L L T U R N O N

W H E N T H E Y O U T O F C O W M I L K F O R C O F F E E H E ‘s T H E G O T O G U Y G I V E 2 4 H O U R N O T I C E F O R H O T O R C O L D C E R E A L He makes the 7-11 run daily and D U N K I N OR KRISPY KREME at no additional charge WEEKDAY RATES u give him BJ $39 / he give u BJj $95 he fuck you $295 / You Fuck Him $10,950.00 / HE SPiT U $75 :/ YOU SPIT HIM Five Years No Parole / STRAIGHT BOY STRSIGHT

[deadpresidents]

2 and a half weeks until JC passes Cactus Jack!

It took me a little bit to figure out what you were referencing, but yes, Jimmy Carter will pass John Nance Garner as the longest-living President or Vice President in American history on September 18th. And if he is still with us on October 1st, Carter will be the first President or Vice President in American history to celebrate their 99th birthday.

And since I'm a huge dork who finds this stuff interesting, here's the big, complete list of longest-living to shortest-living Presidents and Vice Presidents in American history: (Presidents are in bold text, Vice Presidents are in italics, and those who served as both POTUS and VP are in bold italics.) John Nance Garner: 98 years, 351 days Jimmy Carter: 98 years, 337 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Levi P. Morton: 96 years, 0 days George H.W. Bush: 94 years, 171 days Gerald R. Ford: 93 years, 165 days Ronald Reagan: 93 years, 120 days Walter Mondale: 93 years, 81 days John Adams: 90 years, 247 days Herbert Hoover: 90 years, 71 days Harry S. Truman: 88 years, 232 days Charles G. Dawes: 85 years, 239 days James Madison: 85 years, 104 days Thomas Jefferson: 83 years, 82 days Dick Cheney: 82 years, 216 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Hannibal Hamlin: 81 years, 311 days Richard Nixon: 81 years, 104 days Joe Biden: 80 years, 287 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) John Quincy Adams: 80 years, 227 days Aaron Burr: 80 years, 220 days Martin Van Buren: 79 years, 231 days Adlai E. Stevenson: 78 years, 234 days Dwight D. Eisenhower: 78 years, 165 days Alben W. Barkley: 78 years, 157 days Andrew Jackson: 78 years, 85 days Spiro Agnew: 77 years, 261 days Donald Trump: 77 years, 81 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) George W. Bush: 77 years, 59 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Henry A. Wallace: 77 years, 42 days James Buchanan: 77 years, 39 days Bill Clinton: 77 years, 15 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Dan Quayle: 76 years, 211 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Charles Curtis: 76 years, 14 days Al Gore: 75 years, 156 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Millard Fillmore: 74 years, 60 days James Monroe: 73 years, 67 days George Clinton: 72 years, 268 days George M. Dallas: 72 years, 174 days William Howard Taft: 72 years, 174 days John Tyler: 71 years, 295 days Grover Cleveland: 71 years, 98 days Thomas R. Marshall: 71 years, 79 days Nelson Rockefeller: 70 years, 202 days Elbridge Gerry: 70 years, 129 days Rutherford B. Hayes: 70 years, 105 days Richard M. Johnson: 70 years, 33 days William Henry Harrison: 68 years, 54 days John C. Calhoun: 68 years, 13 days William A. Wheeler: 67 years, 339 days George Washington: 67 years, 295 days Benjamin Harrison: 67 years, 205 days Woodrow Wilson: 67 years, 36 days William R. King: 67 years, 11 days Hubert H. Humphrey: 66 years, 231 days Andrew Johnson: 66 years, 214 days Thomas A. Hendricks: 66 years, 79 days Charles W. Fairbanks: 66 years, 24 days Zachary Taylor: 65 years, 227 days Franklin Pierce: 64 years, 319 days Lyndon B. Johnson: 64 years, 148 days Mike Pence: 64 years, 88 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Henry Wilson: 63 years, 279 days Ulysses S. Grant: 63 years, 87 days Franklin D. Roosevelt: 63 years, 72 days Barack Obama: 62 years, 30 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) Schuyler Colfax: 61 years, 296 days Calvin Coolidge: 60 years, 185 days Theodore Roosevelt: 60 years, 71 days Kamala Harris: 58 years, 318 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023) William McKinley: 58 years, 228 days Warren G. Harding: 57 years, 273 days Chester A. Arthur: 57 years, 44 days James S. Sherman: 57 years, 6 days Abraham Lincoln: 56 years, 62 days Garret A. Hobart: 55 years, 171 days John C. Breckinridge: 54 years, 116 days James K. Polk: 53 years, 225 days Daniel D. Tompkins: 50 years, 355 days James Garfield: 49 years, 304 days John F. Kennedy: 46 years, 177 days

[secretagentdragon]

Palestinian blogs who have reached out to me to share their campaigns (current as of 2024/09/29, check original post for most up to date version - (post 2/3))

New post since my other one won't let me edit. First part is here, with 29 other fundraisers!

NEW: Third part is here!

@nevinalser / Help Nevin alserr family escape the war / post / vetted by @/gazaevacuationfunds: €2,212/€50,000 LOW

@aseelo680 / Support Asil Fight for Life and Family in Gaza / post / verified by @/90-ghost: $37,232/$50,000

@alaakh99 / Urgent! building a new life for the family / post / verified on the spreadsheet by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein: €14,531/€100,000

@girlqueen89 + @girlquee / Save the life of an innocent child / post / vetted on the butterfly effect spreadsheet : €20,741/€30,000 CLOSE TO GOAL! (goal updated)

@aiamaher / Help Aya's family survive the war. / post / unverified but appears legit : €2,123/€55,000 LOW

@mahmoudalser / Help Mahmoud's family to get out of Gaza / post / unverified but appears legit : €447/€20,000 EXTREMELY LOW, no new donations since 09/15

* @somaiahassansworld + @hassanmadi / Help us build new hope for me and my family / post / vetted by @/gaza-evacuation-funds: €1,834/€50,000 LOW

@savfamily / Family relief and survival from massacres / post / verified on the spreadsheet by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein:€1,647/€60,000 LOW

@zakariafamily / Help My Family / post / verified by association : €245/€20,000 EXTREMELY LOW

@abeer-family77 / Please help my children live in peace. / post / vetted by association: €295/€60,000 EXTREMELY LOW

@aya2mohammed / Assist in evacuating my family from the war in Gaza. / post / verified on the spreadsheet by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein: €31,642/€50,000

@olagaza + @olagaza1 + @olagaza2 / Ola's Family Call for your Support Amid Crisis / post / verified on the spreadsheet by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein: 52,678 USD/85,000 USD

@mahaibrahim13 + @ahmed-elhabil/ Help my family to live and go to a safe place / post / verified on the spreadsheet by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein: £9,095/£81,000

@kawla-family3 + @khawla-gfm2 / Support Khawla's Family in Gaza Crisis / post / vetted by association : 6,723 USD/20,000 USD

@free-gaza2 + @doaaomar1234 + @dodooomar / Help my son to live a normal live / post / verified by @/90-ghost : kr232,072/kr300,000 CLOSE TO GOAL! (1 kr = 0.1 USD = 0.13 CAD)

@hashemabd + @hashem1979 + @hashem1979h / Help Hashem's Family Escape Gaza / post / verified by @/90-ghost: 2,325 USD/ 60,000 USD LOW

@help-mona + @help-mona2 / "Escaping Genocide: Gaza Evacuation for My Family" / post / verified by @/90-ghost: €11,999/€185,300 LOW

@hanaa32youseef + @heno-blog / Evacuate Yousef and his family from Gaza / post / verified on the spreadsheet by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein: £22,715/£50,000

@fidaa-family2 / Help Fidaa and her children / post / vetted by association: 39,951 USD/75,000 USD

* @motazmohammed / Help my family survive the war on Gaza by fleeing to safety / post / unvetted but reverse image search appears legit: €3,056/€50,000 LOW

* @ahlamramadan + @kokeyzeyad95 / Announcing a campaign to evacuate Ahlam for treatment abroad / post / verified on the spreadsheet by @/gazavetters : €684/€20,000 EXTREMELY LOW

* @khalidsisters / Help Khalid Sisters in Gaza not to be Homeless / post / verified by association: 4,949 USD/15,000 USD

* @eman-zaqout / Help my family survive famine and have secure life / post / previously vetted by @/90-ghost, @/northgazaupdates2: 31,302 CAD/80,000 CAD

* @nasserakar / Helping my family get out of the war in Gaza and build / post / vetted by association: €2,987/€12,000

* @mohalwadya2 / help me save my family from the war on Gaza / post / vetted on the butterfly effect spreadsheet : 7,735 USD/35,000 USD

* @hayanahed / Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR / post / verified by operation olive branch: €90,362/€100,000 CLOSE TO GOAL!

* @nabila6a / Support Nabila's Fight for Health and Dignity / post / verified by @/90-ghost plus I have been in a project with the organizer @/ebenrosetaylor: 4,870 USD/10,000 USD

* @tahseenkhazen / Tahseen Starving Children Call for Your Support Amid Crises / post / verified by @/90-ghost, @/northgazaupdates2 and others: 13,712 USD/25,000 USD

* @rabah1monis / Help Monis and Family Escape Gaza for Urgent Treatment / post / verified by @/90-ghost: 1,293 USD/41,300 USD LOW

* @sfaamq10 / Support Safaa's Quest To Get Her Family To Safety. / post / verified by @/90-ghost: 17,308 USD/75,000 USD

* / Help my son to live a normal live / post / verified by @/90-ghost: kr232,072/kr300,000 (1 kr = 0.1 USD = 0.13 CAD) CLOSE TO GOAL!

* @mohamed-resh0 / Help support Muhammad and his family in Khan Yunis / post / vetted by association: 3,411 CAD/40,000 CAD

*newly added to this post

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 307. brb x oc

a/n: oh god its so hot in here h e l p (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Beatrice woke up to her phone ringing, repeatedly, over and over and she frowns, covering herself with the covers and turning to the side. The phone continued and she finally figured out that the tune was Jerry Lee Lewis’ Great Balls of Fire.

Rooster.

Rooster was calling.

With a groan, Beatrice fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, and she swiped to answer, her voice muffled by sleep.

"Rooster?”

“Hey gorgeous…did I wake you up?”

“Um…no,I,”she pauses “Well,yes but I was about to wake up…is everything okay?”

“I just wanted to hear your voice.”

The soft glow of morning seeped through the curtains as Beatrice sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she continued the conversation with Rooster. "Well, I'm glad you called," Beatrice replied, a genuine smile playing on her lips. "What's going on? How was the mission?"

Rooster's voice, though crackly through the phone,felt much lighter. "Mission went well, Bea. We handled it. I just wanted to check in on you."

Beatrice couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at his concern. "I appreciate that, Rooster. Everything's fine here, just another day in the life."

Rooster chuckled,god she loved his voice. "I know. How are the kids?"

"They're doing great," Beatrice replied, glancing over at the little alarm clock on her nightstand,seeing her alarm was turned off and she knew it was her mother’s doing immediately. "Mom and Dad are here, actually. They stayed overnight."

"That's good to hear. Tell them I said hi."

"I will," Beatrice said, her smile widening. "...so, the mission went well then?”

"Yeah, it went smoothly. McAllister's shaping up to be a fine pilot. We make a good team."

Beatrice couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for Rooster and the team's success. "I'm not surprised. You're the best, after all."

Rooster chuckled, a hint of humility in his tone. "Well,normally I’d have something witty to retort but…I’ll take that.” she hears him sigh over the phone, the sound of papers around, “Sorry,I’m finishing up the reports for the briefing.”

As Beatrice listened to Rooster's voice, she pulled her legs up so she could hug her knees

"I understand," Beatrice replied, her fingers idly playing with the edge of the blanket. "You know I appreciate you calling. It means a lot to me. And..you sound less stressed."

“Do I?”

“I’m your wife, honey,I know you.”

Rooster chuckled again, a warm, genuine sound that resonated through the phone. "Well, you have a way of calming me down, Bea. It's like my own secret weapon against stress."

She couldn't help but blush at his words. "I'm glad I can be that for you."

“That and much more,gorgeous.” he says “I have been sleeping better too.”

Beatrice couldn't help but feel a comforting warmth spreading through her as Rooster spoke. His words were a balm to her worries,warm like honey. Fuck she really missed him. "I'm glad to hear that, Rooster. You deserve a good night's sleep."

There was a brief pause on the line, and Beatrice could almost imagine Rooster's thoughtful expression. "You know," he began, "I was thinking, for the dinner once this is over…how about some Indian food?"

Beatrice's eyes lit up with anticipation. "That sounds wonderful, Rooster. I'd love that."

"Good. I've been missing you, Bea."

"I've been missing you too," Beatrice admitted, a soft smile gracing her lips. "But you're doing important work, and I'm proud of you."

He laughs so softly it’s almost dreamy  "I appreciate that, Bea. It means a lot to me. Anything planned for today since your parents are there?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," Beatrice replied with a chuckle. "Mom's probably going to try and feed me more than I can eat, and Dad will tell his usual dad jokes. Maybe we'll take the kids to the park later. Just simple family stuff."

Rooster's laughter echoed through the phone. "Sounds like a perfect day. I wish I could be there with you."

"Me too," Beatrice admitted, a hint of longing in her voice. "But we'll have our Indian dinner to look forward to. And in the meantime, you focus on what you need to do. "

Rooster's tone softened. "I know, Bea. But you're always on my mind, no matter where I am."

Beatrice smiled, feeling a flutter of warmth in her chest. "Making me blush even from far away,huh Lt.?”

Rooster chuckled on the other end of the line. "Always, Mrs. Bradshaw. It's a talent."

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully, savoring the affectionate banter. "So, any news on when you'll be back?"

There was a pause, and she could almost sense Rooster's expression once again. "Not sure yet. We have a few more missions lined up, but I'll keep you posted. Hopefully, sooner rather than later. Far as I know we are still in the three months timeline"

"Okay," Beatrice replied, "We'll have plenty of catching up to do when you're back."

The connection between them held a poignant mix of love and longing, a bridge that spanned the physical distance separating them. Rooster sighed on the other end of the line, a sound that carried both the weight of duty and the ache of separation.

"I can't wait for that, Bea. And when I'm back, I promise to make it up to you."

Beatrice couldn't help but chuckle. "You better. Maybe…we can arrange something."

"Now that's a tempting offer. I might have to take you up on that." he says, more paper ruffling “You know the worst part of my job?”

“Paperwork?”

"Exactly," Rooster replied with a mock groan. "The paperwork never ends. But it's a necessary evil, I suppose. Keeps the higher-ups satisfied."

"Well, Lieutenant, just make sure to get it done efficiently so you can come back to me sooner."

Rooster's chuckle resonated through the phone. "Efficiency is my middle name. I'll wrap this up quickly and get back to you, Mrs. Bradshaw."

"Looking forward to it, Lieutenant." Beatrice sighed, leaning back against the pillows. "Take care of yourself, okay? And tell McAllister and the team I said hi."

"I will, Bea. You take care too, and give my love to everyone. Oh, and tell your mom to save some of that delicious cooking for me."

Beatrice grinned. "Will do. Love you, Rooster."

"Love you too, Bea. Always."

As they said their goodbyes,the warmth of Rooster's voice lingered, a comforting presence even after the call ended. Closing her eyes, Beatrice took a deep breath, grounding herself in the routine of the day ahead. 

Her parents were already up, the aroma of breakfast wafting through the house. She swung her legs out of bed, still holding the phone as she looked down at his contact picture with a little smile. She quickly got out of bed, ready to face the day with the warmth of Rooster's voice still echoing in her ears.

Her parents had taken over the kitchen, clinking dishes and the sizzle of something delicious on the stove. As she descended the stairs, the savory aroma of bacon and eggs greeted her, 

"Mama, Papa, you didn't have to go through all this trouble," Beatrice said, entering the kitchen with a grin.

Her mother turned with a spatula in hand, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Nonsense, tesoro. We're here to pamper you. Breakfast is the most important meal, you know."

Rafael chimed in with a chuckle as he set the twins on their bouncers, Nicole was already on her high chair. "Your mother's right. A good breakfast sets the tone for the day."

Beatrice couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for her parents. She joined them at the table, the aroma of food intensifying as plates of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and warm toast were set before her.

"So, how's Rooster?" Claudia asked with a knowing smile, taking a seat across from Beatrice.

"He called just now," Beatrice replied, her eyes lighting up. "Mission went well, and he's doing fine. He even mentioned Indian food for our next dinner when he comes back."

Claudia nodded approvingly. "Sounds lovely. You two have something to look forward to."

“True.” she hums while sipping her coffee, “You took care of the kids for me?” considering her kids were already up and eating the answer was yes. But her mother replies nonetheless.

“Well,we wanted to make your day a bit easier tesoro.”

She glanced around the table, Nicole happily babbling in her high chair, and the twins giggling in their bouncers. HTaking a sip of her coffee, Beatrice felt a sense of peace settling over her. "Thank you, Mama, Papa. I can't tell you how much this means to me. It's been a while since we had a morning like this."

Claudia smiled, drinking her own coffee "That is true, we thought you’d enjoy that."

Rafael chimed in, his voice a deep rumble. "You're doing an amazing job, Beatrice. You know that,right? That’s why your mother and I wanted to do this."

Beatrice's cheeks flushed with a mix of gratitude and humility. "I have good role models," she said, casting a fond look at her parents.

Claudia reached across the table, giving Beatrice's hand a squeeze. "This is mostly on you,tesoro. We're just here to share the load."

The weight of Beatrice's responsibilities seemed to lift, if only for a moment. She let out a soft sigh, appreciating the support from her parents while trying her best not to cry so early. " I love you both so much."

Rafael's eyes twinkled with paternal pride. "We love you too, tesoro. Always have, always will." he claps his hand, “Now, we are going to your zia Martha later.”Bea blinked when she heard her aunt’s name “Just some things she wants to talk to us about. Around lunchtime,would you and the kids want to join us?”

"What does Aunt Martha want to talk about?"

Rafael just looked…like he didn’t want to answer that. “Your aunt is my sister and I love her, but she is very cryptic. She just told us to visit her today. And you know I…try to understand her as often as I can.”

"Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it's important," Beatrice said, her mind already turning with possibilities. It could literally be anything. She took another sip of her coffee, “I’d love to go.”

Claudia nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Wonderful,tesoro and your father and I will find out soon enough. Martha has her ways of keeping things mysterious."

Rafael sighed loudly, eyes ahead with exasperation “That's an understatement, Claudia. I love my sister, but sometimes I swear she speaks in riddles."

“She does,though, papa. She is the main witch of our family.”

“That was your nonna, my mother.” he smiles, “But she did step in.”

“Yea but it’s been a while since I saw zia.” she mutters, running her finger on the mug’s rim with her lips pursed…maybe she could ask her aunt about Mark and Miranda…maybe. She knew she’d always have some weird mystical response to her anyway, “Lunchtime,right?”

“Yes.” her father replied,”Around that time.”

Claudia noticed the subtle shift in Beatrice's demeanor. "Tesoro, something on your mind?"

“Hm? Oh,” her fingers tracing circles on the tabletop. "It's just...things, nothing more." she wasn’t going to let her parents know that they got weird neighbors that are almost…harassing them in a way?

Claudia exchanged a glance with Rafael, and her father leaned back in his chair, a warm smile on his face. "You know, tesoro, you can always share your thoughts with us. We may not have all the answers, but we're here to listen."

Beatrice sighed, appreciating the genuine concern in her parents' eyes. "I swear it’s nothing serious." she smiles, “I promise you.”

Lies.

Claudia smiled back at her. "Well, you know we can help you if you need."

"I know, Mama. It's just... you know…life and such hah." she clears her throat, “Anyway!Let’s keep on with breakfast yeah?”

[bikebound]

Two-Stroke Giant-Killer: 1971 Yamaha R5 350 by motorcycle chassis engineer and amateur racer Jesse Crane (@crane_moto), who bought this bike as a seized basket case and set out with a clear objective in mind: “The goal with the build was to get below 300 pounds with a full fuel tank. I am happy to say this R5 came in at 295 pounds fully fueled up. In the Fall of 2022 myself and a friend took our Yamaha 2-Strokes down to the Tail of the Dragon in the Smokey Mountains.” RD350 covers and top end with reed valves, seven-plate clutch conversion, DG chambers, hydraulic steering damper. lightweight aluminum rims Jesse laced up himself, and more. Full story today on BikeBound.com. ⚡️Link in Bio⚡️ https://instagr.am/p/CsgTV2OuOg4/

[hirocimacruiser]

13th TSUKUBA SUPER BATTLE NA CLASS

CHAMPION

AP.E CIRCUIT ATTACK ALTEZZA 13th Tsukuba Super Battle NA class fastest

BASE VEHICLE MODEL

1998 SXE10 Toyota Altezza

DIMENSIONS/WEIGHT

4400×1755×1410mm/1030kg

ENGINE TYPE

3S-GE

MAXIMUM POWER/MAXIMUM TORQUE

282ps/7700rpm 28.6kgm/6200rpm

When using NOS 335ps/8000rpm 33kgm/6000rpm

ENGINE

Port processing

A'PEX 2.2L KIT (piston, crank, connecting rod)

A'PEX SPL Camshaft IN 295-13.3 EX 285-13.0

A'PEX Metal Gasket (T-1.5mm)

Compression ratio 12.0:1

AP Engineering Original NOS System

TRD 4 slots

INTAKE AND EXHAUST SYSTEM

cleaner

EX manifold for TRD competition

front pipe

Muffler AP Engineering Titanium SPL

COOLING SYSTEM

intercooler

radiator normal

oil cooler

FUEL SYSTEM

injector normal

PUMP - BOSCH Reinforced Pump

ATL Safety Fuel Tank (30L)

IGNITION SYSTEM

PLUG A'PEX RACING PLUG No. 9

Plug cord

BRAKING SYSTEM

Brake pad PFC

Brake Hose AP Engineering SPL

With adjustable P valve

SUSPENSION SYSTEM

A'PEX N1 Dunbar Type PRO

A'PEX N1 Spring IIF 22kg/mm ​​R20kg/mm

Stabilizer AP Engineering SPL. (Adjustable)

Bush full pyrolysis

Tire MICHELIN PILOTSPORTS F 235/40-17 R235/40-17

Wheels Gram LIGHTS 57F F 8.5J-17 R 8.5J-17

POWER TRANSMISSION/TRAVEL DEVICE

Tower Bar AP Engineering

Mission TRD cross mission (6 speed)

Differential ATS

Clutch ORC single plate

Flywheel ORC lightweight flywheel

CHASSIS SYSTEM

Roll bar 15 points

Strengthen members and make them rigid

CONTROL/ELECTRONIC PARTS

A'PEX Power FC AP Engineering SPL.

A'PEX EL System Meter

OIL

A'PEX OIL PRO Racing NA oil

Mission OMEGA

Differential OMEGA

INTERIOR

Steering Nardi gala 3 Buckskin

Seat BRIDE ZEROS/NEOS

Seat belt

EXTERIOR

VERTEX Super durable F bumper, raised over fender

GT Wing, AP Engineering Polycarbonate Window

F under cover

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 295: Painting His Apartment, p1

“You missed another spot over there, by the window,” I corrected her, looking up from the paint tray I’d just started to refill and pointing my chin over to the beige blotch peeking through the, uh, new color.

“Omigod haha I did…!” Melissa laughed, blowing a strand of long dark hair away from her face and stepping forward with her roller to squeeze a bit more paint onto the wall. Like I’d been doing all day any time I had the chance and despite my best efforts to resist, I ogled her while she wasn’t looking, this time from behind, in her tight jeans. We had, at her insistence earlier this morning, been painting the meager little studio apartment that I called home in the new, um, color that she’d picked out for me. While I was, uh, getting my finances back on track I’d been living there, at the whim and generosity of my ex-wife who owned the entire building, downstairs office suites and all. The apartment probably hadn’t had a fresh coat of paint in the fifteen years since the place was built, and Melissa was right: it needed it, a change of, urr…color. So, here we were, she and I, spending a rainy Sunday together on a project. It was a nice way to pass time, hang out and, jesus…the woman woke me this morning with a handjob in bed, plus she smelled great. It was nice to feel productive for a change and a secret, lurid delight just to watch such a tall, voluptuous woman move around. Even if she was painting my room to match her favorite lipstick. Pink. Or, as she called it, ‘mauve’.

“No no no, wait,” I directed, seeing her results with the roller, shaking my head as I tried to come to grips with how my place was going to look in a new coat of p-, excuse me -  ‘Twilight Blush’. “Here. Refill the roller first,” I instructed, “You should redo that whole little section or it’ll look uneven.” I’d spent some summers as a teen painting houses and sorta considered myself a minor-league authority on all things…painty. 

“Haha I’m still terrible at this,” she laughed, turning and crouching down across the tray from me and arresting my gaze with her glittering eyes and sharing her brilliant, dimpled smile. My heart fluttered at her warmth and beauty; even at her most disheveled and casual, Melissa was a knockout. She’d worn a faded old pair of too-short-at-the-ankle jeans which strained to contain her thighs, the crouch challenging their worn fabric mightily as her quads swelled inside them, and a softly pink, ribbed sweater that likewise clung to her every dramatic curve. It was away from the depths of its v-neck that I was currently struggling to keep my eyes as the soft jiggles and swells of her upper bosom beckoned from it. 

Refilled with paint, Melissa stood, turned and stretched her tall, curvy body to reach the highest parts of my apartment's outer wall with her roller. I watched slack jawed from behind, once again in rapt admiration of her nearly superhuman figure. Her legs were long, well-muscled and looking ready nearly to burst from her tight jeans from ankles to hips. Likewise the glorious globes of her huge behind seemed all but painted with denim, which was stretched thin over the expanse of her haunches. As she reached high, her trim waist stretched and the dramatic flare of her ribcage and upper back flexed with muscles, dark raven hair flowing behind her shoulders.

"Am I getting everything?" she asked, playfully casual, now looking back over her shoulder and catching me staring. I turned quickly away, dropping my gaze, but her smile told me for sure that I'd been caught. "Keep your eyes on the paint job, mister!" she giggled, biting her lip and wiggling her more-than-shapely rear in my direction. She was a certified gym bunny, I knew that, and proud of the size that the hours at the squat rack had built.

“uhhh…” was all I could manage. 

"Do you think it'll need another coat?" she asked, pulling the roller off the wall and wiping a touch of paint from her hands with a rag. She took a step closer and leaned against the unpainted wall aside me, making sure I could see her big breasts in her tight top. God, she was built! And, at my shrunken height I had very little choice but to look right at her chest.

"I'm not s-sure," I answered truthfully, "it all depends on how it dries. Might also look different when there’s more sun." The day was kinda gloomy, rainy outside. Tough for all the girls from the office who’d gone to that crazy women’s rally downtown - which looked like it ended up being surprisingly huge. Melissa and I had turned on the TV and watched a little of the news coverage as we ate the sandwiches she’d brought for lunch earlier. The rallies were going on all over the country, drumming up support and excitement for the New Women's Party that was going to try to get some elections of this coming Tuesday to swing their way. Well, it looked like they had both support and excitement in spades; there were literally millions of women at these things, coast-to-coast, and they seemed, uh, energized, to say the least. How Melissa felt about it was hard to judge; she’d decided not to go to the local rally in the city with her friends this morning, but at the same time I could see the enthusiasm in her eyes when we’d caught some soundbites from some of the speakers describing the changes to women’s (and men’s) rights they planned on making. To me, none of it seemed likely to happen, and the rain at today’s rally looked miserable; inside here I had all the lights on and together we were nice and warm. 

Melissa smiled at me, turning her head slightly and setting her shoulders, offering me a better glimpse down her top. "How's it look now?" she asked, with a mischievous smile, pushing her arms together just enough to bloom her full cleavage up into the neckline of her shirt.

"Th-the…the paint job..?" I stammered, laughing, “I-I hadn’t noticed.."

"Oh really?" she teased, and winked at me. "Well, I should get back to it…”

I watched, again, as she set to work with her roller. She was so tall that she could reach floor-to-ceiling in some parts of the room. Others, though, were vaulted a bit; she’d need a chair or the step ladder we’d snagged from the basement again when we got to those. I’d just started teaching her how to use the roller, as she’d never painted a room before. We’d spent the first half of the day prepping the walls and trim and cutting the edges, and yes I had her up on a ladder a bit. She was, honestly, horrible at first but improved remarkably quickly. By the end her cutting lines were as straight as mine and she barely needed the painter’s tape. Quick study, I guess, well-coordinated. 

But now we were on to rolling. Since she’d bought just one roller I was resigned mainly to just watch her and ostensibly teach her technique, which was a little haphazard at first. While she worked, we chatted and laughed. As I’d done a few times before, casually, I asked and she explained briefly about her childhood and younger years. She’d always been strangely vague on the topic, but today she was a bit more open about it than she’d been in the past.  She talked about moving about the country as a kid with her mother (dad didn’t seem to be in the picture), never staying in one place too long until they landed here, when she was in middle school. But then they started to travel and she’d missed a lot of schooling, it sounded, with the forays to other countries on which her mother would drag her. Huh. I’d never pictured Melissa as the worldly type; she’d always come across as sort of provincially naive. But that would explain, maybe, why she didn’t have a lot of experience in the home-improvement arena. Her rolling, at first, was atrocious. But again, she got better quick, and with her wingspan was able to reach most things aside from- whoooooah..!

“Omigod haha what are you doing..?!?” I yelped, as - after she’d handed me the full roller and put her hands behind my hips - she lifted me into the air. 

“Haha you do this part!” Melissa laughed, hoisting me high above her head in the farthest corner of the room, near the one part of the apartment with a vaulted ceiling, where she wouldn’t be able to reach without the ladder. She held me by the hips, had stretched her arms up to full extension, and quickly I was looking down from more than eight feet off the ground. My eyes goggled, shocked at the sudden change in altitude and in flabbergasted awe of her obvious show of strength. Jesus! She did that so easy! I couldn’t help but marvel, How strong is this girl?!?

“Yikes okay…” I agreed, still in shock but immediately setting roller-to-wall, applying ‘Twilight Blush’ to the highest parts of the apartment. With her boost I reached easily and, as my legs dangled helplessly below me, I covered the area as quickly as I could.

“You missed a spot over there…” she instructed me, stepping casually with me to the right a bit, towards the corner where yes a little beige still peeked through. She giggled, and was obviously being playful with me. And, yes, I felt like a plaything, but had immediately felt my cock surge in the old pair of cut-off sweatpants I’d been wearing, even as I painted. Lord the feeling of being picked up like a toy by this giant woman was turning me on!

“I-is th-that better?” I asked, and Melissa stepped back from the wall, to get a better look. She still held me effortlessly aloft, like I weighed nothing, holding most of the weight of me over her head with outstretched arms like I was light as a feather. The thin plastic drop cloths on the floor crinkled under her feet, and she regarded my handiwork. 

“Yes I think that’ll do,” she giggled, and gently lowered me to the ground, my roller still in hand, facing the wall to peer up at what I’d been able to do. “Ooo I dropped my phone!” she suddenly exclaimed, and turned herself to back up a step, bend over and - oof! Slam her butt into me!

“Hey!” I yelped, “Watch out!” I’d found myself, now, pinned to the wall, pressed into fresh paint by the accidental yet forceful appearance of her giant ass against my midsection. My right hand held aloft the paint-sodden roller and my left, equally awkwardly but for support, came to rest on her round left hip and started to try to push her away. Nnf!

Melissa paused, having reached her phone on the ground, and turned her head to look over her shoulder at me behind her. She seemed calmly surprised that the simple gesture of her bending over had effectively imprisoned me, trapped me between her and the wall. She felt my effort to push her away and free myself; it didn’t seem to phase her. In fact, I felt the squish of wetness on my back as she, if anything, pressed me slightly more firmly into the wall with the muscular mass of her giant, jean-clad glutes. I pushed against her, as hard as I could now for escape, but I might as well have been trying to move a mountain. Her massive ass had me pinned, from ribcage to navel, helpless. “This wall’s still wet!”  I laughed, realizing she had no intention of immediately releasing me, “I’m going to be all pink!” For sure this old t-shirt and these sweatpants were goners, interior latex eggshell all up the back of them both.

Still looking over her shoulder, still regarding me with curious interest, and still with no obvious intention of letting me go, Melissa addressed my complaints. “It’s ‘mauve’ not pink,” she calmly reminded me, “like my lipstick.” I couldn’t feel her trying to keep from giggling, like I might expect. 

“Okay okay mauve!” I laughed, still struggling as best I could against her butt, feeling the slippery squish of wet paint behind me, “you’re getting me all mauve!”

She pushed back against me again, making me grunt as air left my lungs. Something in the space between us had just changed, and I could see it in her face as she considered me, our positions, what she’d just done. She pushed again once more, pressing more breath from my body, and then began to roll her hips more languidly into me. 

“H-hey…” I stammered, trying to chuckle, “h-having a little trouble breathing here…”

Again, she seemed unconcerned, and I smelled a change in her perfume as her ass proceeded to squash me further. This was…this was interesting to her: I really couldn’t get away, could I? And, what could she do, if she really wanted? I know I was suddenly wondering it myself: could she really hurt me? Break my bones? Crush my ribs and organs? Something about the moment, the blatant difference in our respective sizes and strengths, the obvious physical power she had over me was fueling an electricity between us. Exciting her, starting to frighten me. 

When she spoke again, there was a new, husky purr to her voice. “Could Lakshmi do this to you, when she was here?” Melissa asked, reminding me of one of the few girls in the office whose rear end could come close to rivaling her own. Yes, Lakshmi had been up here in my apartment a month or so ago in that figure-fitting orange dress, and she’d nearly made me climax just by sitting on my lap in Josie’s car before the party downtown (and actually had with her hand the next day after). I wasn’t sure - had Melissa known about all that? “Lakshmi has a nice big butt. Some of the girls call her ‘BoomBoom’ now…do you?”

Obviously she had heard something. 

“Haha no,“ I laughed, nervously, grunting against the pressure of her overwhelming mass, “You’re the only ‘BoomBoom’ for m- …nnnf!...for me. Just…just please be careful with that thing, o-okay?”  

“Don’t try to tell me…” she began, the wry smile on her lips mirrored in her voice, “that you don’t freaking love it.”

“Oh…s-sure…nnf!!...I love being squashed like a bug by the world’s biggest butt.”

“What?!?” she laughed, gasping in mock outrage, and suddenly turned, releasing me from the pressure of her hindquarters but throwing me back against the wall with the strength of her mere left hand, “The nerve!!” Standing straight, now, she looked down at me with an imperious mischief in her eyes and took my face in her right hand. Remember - she was at least 6’4”, and I was barely 5’2”. The moment made my heart stop; she quickly made me feel like a child. “Don’t you know you shouldn’t talk about a lady like that?” she scolded, and turned my head to my right, pressure on my left cheek and jaw. With her right hand she pressed my face, my right cheek, into the wall behind me; I felt the wet paint slick and sticky, and was sure I now had it on my face.

“Hey!!” I laughed, my complaints pitiful, my voice cracking like a teen’s, “STo-op!!”

“MMMhm, nope,” she giggled, making sure my cheek was appropriately smeared with pink paint, paint the color of her lipstick.

I reached up with my free left hand and grabbed her wrist, tried to pull it away. She was so strong! I couldn’t fight back! “C’mon!” I laughed, squirming in her grasp and thinking I could start kicking her but knowing that that wouldn’t be a good look on me. 

“This’ll teach you to tell a girl she has a big butt,” she replied, drolly, as she released my face. Immediately I peeled it away from the wet wall as she was taking the paint roller from my right hand. “Now, put your arm out, against the wall,” she told me.

“M-my arm?”

“Yes, that one,” she said, nodding down towards my right. 

Tentatively, I raised my arm and laid it - also sticking to the paint, bare as I was from hand-to-shoulder in a short-sleeve tee - against the wall, outstretched. She still had me pinned by my chest to the wall with her powerful left hand. What was she…?

“No!!” I laughed, as I watched helplessly as she took the roller, wet with pink paint, and rolled it out the length of my arm, starting nearly at my shoulder. It left a sticky, pink trail, and then she rolled it back again, from my wrist back to shoulder. “No no no!! Stop!!” I cried, laughing again.

“And now the other,” she directed, heedless of my protests and - as I refused, started squirming my left arm away, she merely caught it with the roller, squashed it to the wall, and also painted it, wrist-to-shoulder, in ‘Twilight Blush’.

“What are you doing!!?” I pleaded. 

“I’m just marking you,” she explained, plainly, with finishing touches on my lower arm, “making you mine.”

“You’re painting me...mauve,” I whined.

“It's not mauve…” she corrected me, her eyes flashing with a dark thrill as she bent down at the waist, lowered herself so she could look directly in my face, hers fractions of a breath from mine, “…it’s pink...”  At that she took the roller and pressed it to my face, against my clean left cheek, and rolled it a gentle inch upwards.  “...and it matches my lipstick.” 

And then she kissed me. 

Sparks flew, lights exploded behind my goggling eyes as her larger mouth took mine, the power of her ardor forcing my head back so now my hair - my hair! - was stuck into the wet paint behind me. I groaned, immediately, and my toes curled as her tongue took over, her lips eclipsing mine. I allowed my eyes to flutter closed and let her have her way with me. I submitted to her kiss and let her take me any way she wanted, wet paint be damned.

If I was consumed by the kiss, I could tell she was equally swept away, passion building. She groaned into it, rattling my skull. “I want to kiss you so hard that you’ll never get the taste of me out of your mouth,” she said, in a breathless advance, breaking the kiss for a gaze into my eyes. 

“yes, d-do it…” I stammered, barely knowing what I was saying, my arms still stiffly outstretched against the wall, crucified, “do it…”

She groaned again and her passion exploded now tenfold into her kiss. Again her tongue was in me, shed dropped the roller, and now her big hands were on my shoulders, keeping me pinned with more force than she needed. She crushed my soft body from the outside and seemed, with her tongue outmuscling my jaw and pushing towards my throat, to want to stretch it from the inside. She heard me whimper under her force, and the noises she began to make - growls, grunts - began to worry me. She was, I admit, so much stronger than me. Her body could break mine, but she didn’t need its brute strength to dominate me. All she needed was her kiss, and she was set on proving it. Lip-locked, she inhaled my breath, stealing it steadily from my lungs until I felt my chest threaten to cave inwards. She then held my air for a few heartbeats and then slowly metered it back, refilling my lungs at the pace she controlled, allowing me air once more, air that she had warmed inside herself, permitted me to have. She drew my breath out again, held it, and then again allowed it back. I was breathing her air, and she was showing me what she could take from me, what she could give. I began to whine, which only inflamed her further. 

Soon, though, her mouth broke from mine and her lips began to cover my face - the parts, at least, unsullied by ‘Twilight Mist’. “Could the other girls do this with you, when they were here?” she growled, “Could Marisela take your breath away like I can?” 

I realized, of course, that she knew about Marisela, the drunken night in the waiting room. I hadn’t realized, though, what I was hearing in her voice now: she was, she was showing a little jealousy. I looked in her eyes, and shook my head ‘no’. 

Still leaned down into me, she crouched at the knees a bit, so we could continue our kissing. “Good boy,” she purred, before she drove her tongue into my mouth again. Now, in this position, her huge, soft chest was squashed into my upper torso, her hands on her knees. We kissed like that for a long moment, the luxurious weight of her breasts making my own knees quiver and pinning me to the wet wall.. She again broke our kiss and looked into me with eyes that would melt glass.

I found that I now had my hands on either side of her marvelous tits, sinking into the firm mass of boob held tautly by her ribbed pink sweater and what felt like a sturdy bra underneath. Her breasts were much wider across than my chest, even more so with them pressed hard into me. They actually had me sort of pinned between them, with her glorious bosom almost touching the wall on either side of me. “God, you’re so big…” I found myself marveling aloud, my gaze now dropped down to the cleavage which blossomed up towards her throat and towards my chin. 

She chuckled, giggling. “They do seem even bigger now that we’re pressed together like this, don’t they?” she mused, looking down now herself, proudly, into her own bosom. She then did one of the sexiest things I have ever experienced. She looked me in the eye, arched her back and took a big breath. At the same time, pressing her tits into me, Melissa began to stand up straight. I felt my feet leave the ground and I realized: she was pushing me up into the wall with her tits! Such was the upward pressure against my body, I was so surrounded by her chest, that she didn’t even need her hands! The wall, slowly and wetly, slid down behind me and soon she was standing fully erect, staring me in the eye with a bemused smile, my feet nearly a foot-and-a-half off the ground. My mouth gaped in amazement and my jaw quivered, and she held us there, letting me take in the moment. I was so much smaller than her, so much weaker. I was light, easy to carry and hold, and I was being held aloft by her tits.

Plus, I was hard as a rock.

She’d already felt it, pinned against my stomach, her hand having snuck its way in to grab hold, possessively. She was still looking me in the eye.  “Looks like they’ve got you trapped,” she purred, “My boobs.”

“y-y-yeah…” was all I could manage. I was at her mercy.

She cocked her head, regarded me, pondered for a moment. “Could Shanette do this with you, when she was here?” she asked, thoughtfully.

“Uhhh….” I muttered, recalling the titfuck Shanette had given me, here in my apartment, on my couch, my outsized erection slid up into her white tank top while she sat on her knees over my lap. It had been glorious, soft and enveloping…but it hadn’t been this. Melissa had my entire upper body engulfed in her chest, held up like a doll. “N-n-nuh…” I grunted, watching the swells of her breasts squash me, ballooning up past her collarbone.

“Or Randi…could Randi have taken you all in, like I did, even your balls and sac in my mouth. Could she do that when she was here?“ she further pressed, “Or when you were in her car?”

Randi…Randi’s mouth was…jesus, huge. No one had ever been able to do with me what she had…until Melissa came along. Melissa was able to take me all in and then some. She had nothing - nothing - to worry about, with these girls, with my feelings towards them or what they could do. But still she sounded…jealous.

I tried to tell her as much. “M-Melissa?” I began, looking into her eyes again now, my gaze open and honest, “Y-you…your friends, the others-  nngh!”

She squashed me, firmly, into the wall.

I’d grunted, but I continued. “They…they don’t mean anything to me, not the way you do,” I said, “you’re…you’re so much more than they are. So much more than any woman I’ve ever known…” How I put that sentence together, in the state I was in and in the position I’d found myself, I’ll never know. But I could tell she heard me, and I added: “You don’t have to…to worry about me, or…us.”

She smiled at me, a strange smile. There were things going through her head I know she thought I wouldn’t understand. “Sweetie,” she began, “the last couple of days…well, weeks…months…my emotions have been, well a little stronger than usual. Happy, sad, angry - haha crazy - they all come and go, so quickly. They’ve been…really intense, since I’ve met you. Sometimes I worry…”

I felt her heart beating, through our plastered chests, and understood what she was saying. These feelings, with her and her strength and me and my…smallness, could be dangerous. She was doing her best to control herself, many times…even now.

“As I get bigger,” she continued, speaking earnestly but plainly, “it’s not just my body that’s getting stronger, it’s my emotions too.” Her breath was coming shallow, hissing through her nose. “I worry, sometimes, that it might….keep getting worse. I want to be with you, so bad, but…but…can you handle that?”

I looked into her eyes, my mind racing. What was she telling me? What was she saying?“Wh-what do you mean,” I finally asked, “when you say ‘bigger’?”

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ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE:

Hank McCoy / Beast [Earth 616/295/etc]

Alex Summers / Havok [Discord]

Ben Grimm / The Thing [Discord]

Count Luchino Nefaria [Discord]

WANT TO WRITE

Isaac Christians / Gargoyle [Marvel Earth 616]

Worf, son of Mogh [Star Trek: TNG/DS9/Picard]

Kotal Kahn [Mortal Kombat X/11]

HAVE WRITTEN:

Various OCs

WOULD WRITE AGAIN:

Not too applicable at present, too busy. :P But there aren't many muses I've been soured on, just ones I've lost interest in or who don't have an applicable writing partner to write with.

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