#Parking Lot Coating

[mothwingwritings]

Hey!…. You uh….got anymore uh dat… y*j*r* stuff?? With the uhhh… stepdaughter reader?

*cough*

askin for a friend…,

*I meet you in back alley, decked head to toe in an overly large beige trench coat, black rimmed hat, and huge black sunglasses. I'm almost completely obscured, the only part of my body you actually see is my mouth, which set in a hard frown, denoting what a serious affair this is.*

"I brought the goods." My voice is deep as I plunge a gloved hand into my breast pocket, producing a single manila envelope. "As we discussed, it's all here."

*I hand you the envelope, my frown turning into a knowing smirk.*

"Pleasure doing business with you."

*I turn on my heel, leaving without another word. The wind picks up dramatically as I depart, whipping my coat around me as I disappear into the distance.*

The worst was when he kissed you.

Pounding away at your abused body, dick buried so deep it was painful-Yujiro had no qualms over carving into you, giving you a violent reminder of your position, who you belonged to. Through the endless suffering, distressing waves of pleasure would also be coaxed from your body, as it always was. Despite all your noble efforts to deny him, he knew your body too well at this point, becoming an expert in just where to touch you to leave you a crying, blissed out, mess.

When it was simply fucking, it was much easier to pretend it wasn’t Yujiro who was above you. You could detach yourself, close your eyes and imagine it was ANYONE else who was ravaging you. It was the only escape you had, his power far too great for anyone, let alone yourself, to contest. He could do with you as he pleased, use you and desecrate you in any way that strikes his fancy.

But he didn’t like when you weren’t present. When he sees you press your eyes closed, your brow crinkling in a determined effort to will your mind elsewhere, it provokes him. You are with your daddy right now baby girl, how dare you try and forget that?

So he kisses you. Hard, deep, his mouth smothering yours with a bestial, hungry, focus. His tongue glides feverishly over yours, muscling its way in your mouth until you are forced to respond, if for no other reason than to try and push back, get him to stop.

Your jaw aches with the pressure he is putting on you, his taste and power overwhelming you the more passionately he attacks your mouth. He’ll bite down on your bottom lip, tugging hard with a growl. When blood is drawn, you whine as he sucks it away, licking his lips when he finally detaches from you.

No one has ever kissed you as intensely, or as invasively, as Yujiro. And the condescending smirk that graces his face when he looks down at your puffy, irritated, blood and saliva smeared lips never fails to fill you with an indiscernible feeling of indignation.

“Did I bring you back to earth,” he laughs, pushing you down to your knees to begin the next phase of his assault, “Good. Wouldn’t do to have you forgetting your place now, would it sweetheart?”

[chickenparm]

[usercelestial]

buck wants to fuck hugh jackman btw. i think i've said this before but you'll fucking hear it again.

[south-park-catified]

[eggmeralda]

just woke up from the best film I've ever watched in my life only to realise it was a dream

[cultivating-wildflowers]

📅

[pillowfriendly]

this is the butt typed draft post btw. im keeping it forever

[lupismaris]

I'm just gonna complain in the tags tw medical stuff tbd etc

[impandgnomes]

An Orange-Hooded Tattoo Artist

So, I've been dying to share and have previously alluded in an abstract manner to my take on adult Kenny. It's a different path to Post-Covid, but in no way a bad one - he takes so much joy in his work. He's inspired by my mind running wild with a cool little piece drawn by @foxydodo a while ago, and tbh this odd little AU blorbo lives rent-free in my head.

so uh...think of it.

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If you're getting a tattoo, you want to feel trust in that the artist knows what they're doing - needless to say, the best tattoo artists tend to have a lot of tattoos themselves; be it done by themselves, or someone else.

So you're a person who wants a tattoo, and you want to pick the best in the business. After seeing many lacklustre instagrams of blowouts and shaky lines, you come across the portfolio of this guy from a small mountain town in Colorado - this is the one. There's no photos of him - he's a bit of a private person, apparently - but he seems legit. His studio is top-of-the-line and his work next to none. His colorwork is so enigmatically expressive and linework faultless.

You get in touch, make your arrangements, and get down there on the day of the appointment.

It's not only his studio that's spotless...he is too. No tattoos of his own whatsoever. That's weird. Is this the same guy? You persevere.

He proves himself.

You're never gonna meet another guy with this much thoughtfulness, this much care, and this much patience with his clients. He understands what you're looking to get on a level your friends just didn't, and wants to make sure you have the best time possible with the process to make something you truly love. The end result is unforgettable to anyone who sees it.

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No one quite knows how Kenny McCormick got so good at doing tattoos so quickly - the lack of them on him just confuses them further. Many swear they've seen some on him, but others claim his skin is a blank sheet. Where photos could exist, people would definitely refute it with physical evidence if they could. They'd have an easier time of that too if that evidence didn't change by the day.

No one notices, but Kenny isn't exactly mortal. Death has befallen him frequently ever since he was a child, and in increasingly absurd ways. As he grew older, he became jaded by it and began to take advantage of this - drugs, alcohol, many failed death-defying stunts - but eventually after a series of digital explorations through youtube, real-life urban exploring caught his eye some time in his teens. More often than not his friend Stan would come along, and they would attempt to make youtube videos of their own of the derelict building and dilapidated malls they would find; but it was a time on his own when Kenny found his very first, very questionable tattoo machine. Amazon's finest; perhaps abandoned by other teenagers who had the $60, but not the sense that regular people need. He thought maybe he should draw something on his upper arm to remember the occasion for now. A hot lady with big boobies would do.

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About two weeks later, Kenny died from a unique and vicious infection that stumped doctors - waking back up into life, he cursed under his breath about how he should have swapped the needles first before scribbling that silly stick figure on himself. His handiwork from that slip-up had been wiped, though. Maybe it was time to make something to show off at school? Maybe it was the first of many things.

[nickbutnodick]

i would not spend a million dollars on a sports car but i would spend a million dollars on that red pick up truck i saw one time that said "trans dept." on the side

[someones-here-fore-sure]

old lady

Teal coat

Old lady

Red coat

Two hands

The red

And Teal

[dbryerco]

From Cracks to Perfection: Why Asphalt Sealcoating is a Must for Homeowners

As a homeowner, you want your driveway to look great and last for years. One of the best ways to protect and preserve your asphalt driveway is through sealcoating. This simple but effective process can extend the life of your driveway, prevent costly repairs, and keep it looking fresh. In this blog, we’ll explore why asphalt sealcoating is a must for homeowners, how it works, and the many benefits it offers.

1. What is Asphalt Sealcoating?

Sealcoating is a protective layer applied to the surface of asphalt. It’s typically made from a mixture of liquid asphalt, sand, water, and special additives. This sealant acts as a barrier between your driveway and the elements—sun, rain, snow, and chemicals—that can cause damage over time.

Think of sealcoating like sunscreen for your driveway. Just as sunscreen protects your skin from harmful UV rays, sealcoating shields your asphalt from the sun, water, and everyday wear and tear. It also helps fill small cracks and prevent them from expanding into larger issues.

2. Why Do Asphalt Driveways Crack?

Asphalt driveways are durable, but they aren’t immune to damage. Over time, various factors can cause cracks to develop in the surface, including:

Weather Exposure: The sun’s UV rays can dry out asphalt, causing it to become brittle and crack. In colder climates, freezing and thawing cycles can cause asphalt to expand and contract, leading to cracks.

Water Damage: Water can seep into tiny cracks in the asphalt, eroding the base and causing further damage. If left untreated, these small cracks can turn into larger ones or even potholes.

Heavy Traffic: Driveways that experience frequent use by vehicles can become worn down over time, leading to cracks and surface wear.

Chemical Spills: Oil, gasoline, and other automotive fluids can soften asphalt, making it more susceptible to damage.

Without proper maintenance, these cracks can worsen and reduce the lifespan of your driveway. That’s where sealcoating comes in.

3. The Benefits of Asphalt Sealcoating for Homeowners

Sealcoating is more than just a cosmetic treatment for your driveway—it offers several practical benefits that make it a must for homeowners looking to protect their investment.

1. Protects Against Weather Damage

Asphalt driveways are constantly exposed to harsh weather conditions. In summer, the sun’s UV rays can cause the asphalt to dry out, leading to cracks and fading. In winter, freezing temperatures and moisture can cause the asphalt to expand and contract, which weakens the surface.

Sealcoating creates a protective barrier that shields the asphalt from the sun’s harmful rays and prevents water from penetrating the surface. This helps reduce the risk of cracks caused by weather exposure.

2. Extends the Life of Your Driveway

A properly maintained asphalt driveway can last 20 years or more. However, without regular care, cracks and potholes can develop, shortening its lifespan. Sealcoating helps extend the life of your driveway by preventing small cracks from expanding and by sealing the surface against water, oil, and other damaging substances.

By investing in sealcoating every two to three years, you can protect your driveway from premature wear and keep it in excellent condition for decades.

3. Saves You Money on Repairs

Cracks, potholes, and other damage to your driveway can be costly to repair. The good news is that regular sealcoating can prevent these issues from occurring in the first place. By sealing small cracks and protecting the surface from the elements, sealcoating helps you avoid expensive repairs down the line.

Think of sealcoating as an affordable way to maintain your driveway and protect your investment. It’s much cheaper than resurfacing or replacing a damaged driveway.

4. Enhances Curb Appeal

A well-maintained driveway is essential for maintaining the overall appearance of your home. Over time, asphalt can lose its rich black color and become faded or gray. Sealcoating restores the deep black finish of your driveway, making it look like new again.

If you’re planning to sell your home in the future, a freshly sealcoated driveway can also enhance curb appeal and potentially increase property value. A smooth, black surface creates a strong first impression for potential buyers.

5. Provides a Smoother Surface

Over time, asphalt can become rough and uneven due to wear and tear. Sealcoating fills in small cracks and imperfections, creating a smoother surface for vehicles and pedestrians. This not only improves the appearance of your driveway but also enhances safety by reducing the risk of tripping or falling on uneven surfaces.

4. How Sealcoating Works

The process of sealcoating is relatively simple, but it requires the right tools and expertise to ensure a smooth, even application. Here’s an overview of how sealcoating works:

Cleaning the Surface: Before sealcoating can begin, the driveway must be thoroughly cleaned. This involves removing dirt, debris, and any oil or grease stains that could prevent the sealcoat from adhering properly.

Filling Cracks and Potholes: Any existing cracks or potholes in the asphalt should be filled and repaired before sealcoating. This ensures a smooth surface and prevents further damage.

Applying the Sealcoat: The sealcoat mixture is applied evenly across the surface of the driveway using a squeegee or spray. The sealant is spread in thin layers to ensure complete coverage.

Allowing Time to Cure: Once the sealcoat is applied, it needs time to cure and dry. This typically takes between 24 and 48 hours, depending on weather conditions.

For professional sealcoating services, it’s best to work with an experienced contractor who can ensure a quality application. Learn more about our Sealcoating Services.

5. How Often Should You Sealcoat Your Driveway?

The frequency of sealcoating depends on several factors, including the climate in your area and how much traffic your driveway experiences. In general, it’s recommended to sealcoat your driveway every two to three years to maintain optimal protection.

If you notice any signs of damage, such as fading, cracks, or rough surfaces, it may be time for a fresh sealcoat. Regular inspections can help you stay on top of maintenance and prevent issues from getting worse.

6. DIY vs. Professional Sealcoating: Which is Best?

While it’s possible to sealcoat your driveway yourself, hiring a professional offers several advantages:

Expertise: Professional contractors have the experience and knowledge to properly clean, prepare, and seal your driveway.

Equipment: Professional-grade equipment ensures an even, high-quality application.

Efficiency: Professionals can complete the job quickly and efficiently, saving you time and hassle.

In most cases, professional sealcoating is worth the investment for the best results. If you’re in need of professional asphalt sealcoating, DBryerCo Paving & Painting offers expert services in Lubbock to keep your driveway in top condition.

Conclusion

Sealcoating is an essential part of asphalt maintenance for homeowners. From protecting against weather damage to extending the life of your driveway, sealcoating offers numerous benefits that make it a must-do task. By regularly sealcoating your driveway, you can prevent costly repairs, enhance curb appeal, and keep your asphalt surface looking great for years to come.

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[sunni-stuff]

Part 1 This is part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

With the train ride now over, the sergeants ran, scouring the market for two familiar faces. Their footsteps in sync, crunching delicate mounds of white snow. Soap broke through the crowd first, then Gaz and Gary were right with him.

“Where the hell are they?” Gaz pants out, his breaths misting in the cold air.

“You said the marketplace,” Soap huffs.

“Yeah, I said the marketplace, but it's not like I know exactly where they went!” Gaz snaps back.

While the two sergeants bicker, Roach quietly breaks away, scanning the area until he spots the familiar figures they’d been hunting for. Price and Ghost stand outside a cigar shop, deep in conversation. The satisfied grin on Price's face tells Roach everything—he got what he was after.

“They’re over there!” Roach exclaims, snapping his partners out of their lovers' quarrel.

Gaz and Soap go silent, their eyes following Roach’s line of sight until they, too, spot their Lieutenant and Captain.

In a heartbeat, the three of them are sprinting toward their unsuspecting targets. Soap grins like a madman, practically buzzing with mischief, while Gaz shakes his head, both amused and slightly wary of what might unfold. Roach, meanwhile, is simply thrilled to be along for the ride.

They skid to a stop right in front of the two men, chests heaving as they catch their breath in the biting winter air.

“The hell is wrong with you lot?” Price’s voice cuts through, laced with a mix of annoyance and bemusement as he shifts his attention from Ghost to the winded sergeants.

Ghost, arms crossed, eyes them with quiet scrutiny. His winter coat does little to conceal his bulky frame, a silent reminder of his imposing presence as he stands beside Price.

Price and Ghost waited for an explanation, knowing well everytime those three got together, they were definitely up to no good.

Like how they put semi-permanent green dye in Ghost's shampoo for Halloween.

“We… we saw. A kid with your face,” Gaz manages, still catching his breath, pointing straight at Ghost.

Ghost raises a brow, baffled. A kid with his face? What the hell did that mean? Did they think he looked like a baby?

Soap huffs in mock disappointment, shooting a playful glare at Gaz. “Oi, I wanted to say it!”

Predictably, the two dive into another back-and-forth. Gaz isn’t one to shout, but Soap has a talent for riling anyone up.

Price lets their little show go on for only a moment before his stern voice cuts in, slicing through their bickering. “One of you properly explain, or you'll be walking back to base.”

Roach steps up, eager to clarify. “There’s a kid, probably about two, and she looks exactly like the Lt. Scowl, glare, and all!”

Price and Ghost pause, their expressions twisting as they both try—and fail—to imagine a little girl with Simon’s permanent scowl.

Price shudders, shaking the thought from his head. “That is not a face a kid should have.”

“That’s exactly what I said,” Gaz chimes in, nodding emphatically.

Ghost throws him an offended look, his usually hardened eyes showing a glimmer of hurt. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing!” they all exclaim in unison, even Price, who quickly averts his gaze as Ghost’s glare narrows on him.

Ghost huffs, then crosses his arms. “Did you take a picture?”

Soap snorts, leaning against the wall with a smirk. “Aye, right, 'cause that wouldnae be creepy at all.”

Ghost stares daggers Into Soap, rolling his eyes and pushing himself off the wall. “Okay, then where is she?”

The three stooges lead the charge once again, this time with their Captain and Lieutenant in tow. They weave through the crowd toward the train park, where Soap eagerly scans for the woman and kid he’d spotted earlier. But the line they were in is empty, the pair nowhere to be found.

“Shite. I think they’re gone,” Soap mutters, his Scottish accent thickening in his frustration, the words rolling out with a clipped bite. 

“So the imaginary woman and kid don’t actually exist,” Ghost deadpans, unimpressed.

“They exist!” Gaz insists, voice edging on exasperation.

“Sure,” Ghost replies, his tone flat and thoroughly unconvinced.

Roach snickers, then glances over at Price—only to see him staring slack-jawed through the window of a nearby café, his cigar dangling from his mouth, forgotten.

“Cap?” Roach says, touching the older man’s shoulder.

Price doesn’t look away, nodding toward the café. “Found them.”

Everyone turns toward the café, eyes landing on you and Adira. The little girl is happily weaving between your legs, her tiny hands gripping your coat as she entertains herself, all while you order hot chocolates to fend off the winter chill. A soft smile touches your lips as you watch her play, blissfully unaware of the audience gathering just outside.

The barista, with a warm smile, hands over two cups, one with a little extra marshmallows for Adira, her voice bright as she wishes you both a merry Christmas. You take the cups with a grateful nod, handing one to Adira. She immediately takes her drink, sipping eagerly, her small feet bouncing on her heels from the sugar rush.

“Yummy?” You ask, glancing down at her with a soft smile, a wave of motherly pride swelling in your chest as you watch her delight in the simple joy of her drink.

Adira nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up as she pulls away from her straw with a satisfied sigh. “Yummy.”

With a soft chuckle, you both leave the warmth of the shop, stepping out into the crisp air. Hand in hand, you walk back toward the park, the world around you feeling peaceful despite the cold. As you reach the crosswalk, you stop, waiting for the light to turn. Adira looks up at you, her little face filled with contentment as she swings your joined hands back and forth, her sugary energy still buzzing.

Across the way, the team stood frozen, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before them. Everyone but Ghost was struck by how much Adira looked like him—her features unmistakably mirroring his, save for the color of her hair and skin. The resemblance was uncanny, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world had stopped around them.

“She looks nothing like me,” Ghost stated plainly, his voice cutting through the stillness as though it were fact. His expression was unmoving, a wall of stubbornness in his eyes. He was ready to die on that hill.

Then, as fate would have it, a woman walking her dog passed by, and Adira’s cherub-like face hardened into a cold, calculating stare. It was subtle, but unmistakable. 

“Nevermind,” Ghost muttered, his earlier conviction faltering as he watched her shift before his eyes.

“So… you’ve been having fun these past years?” Roach asked, his gaze flicking between Adira and Ghost, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Not that I know of,” Ghost grunted, his eyes still locked on you and Adira, a mix of unease and something else flickering across his face. He couldn’t pull himself away.

“Let’s get closer,” Price commanded, already making his move. Soap and Roach exchanged a shrug, falling in line without hesitation.

“Excuse me?” Gaz sputtered, though his body had already begun moving before his brain could catch up, unable to defy the Captain’s order.

Ghost fell silent, teeth gritted. This wasn’t a situation he was used to, especially not one where he was forced to go in blind. He stood stiffly at the crosswalk, trying to hide his glances, his focus split between the team and you.

Soap ended up the closest, standing just next to Adira. The little girl paused, her big, doe-like eyes lifting from her drink to catch sight of him. The recognition was instant. Her lips pursed into a small line, and her gaze grew heavy with annoyance. 

“Ugee…” she whispered, scooting closer to you.

Soap froze, his mind stuttering for a moment. Did she just—? Did she call me ugly?

Gaz, standing behind him, couldn’t contain himself. A muffled laugh broke through as Soap turned to look at the others, wide-eyed and speechless, completely taken aback.

“Do ye lot think I'm ugly?” Soap asked, his voice thick with disbelief, clearly thrown off by the little girl's words.

“Not the time, Mctavish,” Price said, a tiny laugh tugging at the corner of his lips despite the situation.

The streetlight flickered green, signaling it was time to move. You adjusted yourself, ready to cross the street. Each member of the team started mentally preparing, unsure of how—or even if—they should approach you. Ghost, however, was the first to make a move, determined to intercept you. But Soap, ever the opportunist, beat him to it.

Ghost wasn’t exactly subtle, and having him try anything would probably send you running in the opposite direction.

“Excuse me, aren’t you the lady from the train?” Soap called out, his voice light, though his intentions were clear.

You paused at his interruption, recognition flickering in your eyes. You remembered the man who bumped into you earlier. “Yes? Is something the matter?”

“Do you happen to know where I could find Leslies?” Soap asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice, though he tried to mask it.

“The pub?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Soap confirmed, his face lighting up with a mix of relief and surprise at your easy response.

You look around for a moment, trying to remember and see the street names of your current location. “Uh…it should be about a couple blocks south from here. They have a big sign, you can't miss it.”

Thank God for Soap, because that one question was all he needed to keep you trapped in a conversation, his charm working its magic as you giggled and chatted away easily, the awkwardness of the situation melting away.

Meanwhile, Ghost’s attention shifted to Adira. He looked down at her, and she, almost instinctively, looked up at him. Their eyes locked in a silent staring contest, each of them studying the other. The intensity in their gaze was undeniable, both sets of eyes reflecting the same quiet, unwavering strength. It was like looking in a mirror—a mirror that mirrored back his own hardened stare and no-nonsense attitude.

Adira was, quite literally, his mini me. The resemblance was impossible to ignore.

“How old are you?” Ghost asked bluntly, his voice low as he kneeled down to Adira’s height, his gaze intense but trying to soften.

Adira paused for a moment, glancing up at you for help, but you were still caught up in conversation with Soap. She turned her focus back to Ghost, her small fingers fidgeting with the hem of her coat as she murmured shyly, “Two…”

She was two. Two. Ghost’s mind raced, trying to piece together the details, but nothing clicked. Nearly three years ago… what had he done three years ago? He kept everything categorized, stored in his mind like a well-organized file system, but this was something that didn’t fit.

Then, Soap’s voice broke through his thoughts. 

“You don’t seem like the type of lass to frequent Leslies.”

You giggled, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks at Soap’s question. He wasn’t wrong… at least, not entirely. “I’ve only been to Leslie’s once, and, well… it’s how I ended up with my little blessing.” You glanced down at Adira, the warmth of your smile radiating as you spoke.

Everything shattered in that moment. Ghost’s stomach twisted painfully, his heart skipping a beat as the realization slammed into him like a freight train. Leslie's. Almost three years ago, during that stupid holiday.

His mind began to piece it together, the hazy memories from that night slowly coming into focus. He remembered the bar, the laughter, the way you had caught his attention. You were easy on the eyes, easy to make laugh, and most importantly—unlike everyone else. You didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry, you just let him lead, let him slip into the night with no strings attached.

But now, as he looked at Adira, everything fell into place. The way she stared at him, those familiar eyes, the resemblance he couldn’t ignore. His breath hitched, and the weight of the truth crushed him—she was his daughter.

A knot formed in his throat as he tried to process the fact. Adira. His daughter. The little girl standing before him was his flesh and blood, the result of a moment he'd long since buried in the depths of his mind.

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[not-postironic-cringe]

I think the main issue with media like South Park and hazbin hotel is that despite being aimed at adults (they swear and talk abt sex and drugs and whatever) it does not appeal to anyone who has grown out of their edgy face, see: middle schoolers and repressed adults

And that's why both the way the adult themes are presented (drugs are only mentioned and used on screen, there's not really any though behind why or how someone ends up using them/addicted. Sex is seen but only as either a punchline or a plot device without presenting it as a way to express intimacy between characters (see: the lesbian couple is never even show having even an inkling of sexuality) or in general just swearing for the sake of swearing) and consumed (middle schoolers and repressed adults are the few demographics that could actually get invested in this sort of stuff) it ends up in the awkward position in "too childish for actual adults, too edgy for teens" and that's why despite having the possibility to be compelling it just isn't

[daisychain-unchained]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

aww thank you! ❤️ I love any excuse to share my recent song obsessions lol

the only traffic I can tolerate is the one that has Steve Winwood in it

this really fits the vibe of the climax in my current LOTR reading, and the only chance I have to sing along is alone in my car to really give it my all

my father-in-law in all his whimsy

she's so slept on :(

since it's basically summer here, this is an immediate must-play

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