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[racingmiku2018]

the agony never ends but at least i got a really swagtastic bag at the art festival

[sunniepoo]

your roommate never knew when to keep his hands off, even when you were asleep

cw: dubcon, somno, dark!jj

jj knew what he was doing was disgusting, he knew that it was pervy and creepy and gross and every name under the sun for just straight up wrong. it’s not that he didn’t feel bad but the pleasure and satisfaction he gained every night, jerking off into his hand with the image of you naked, with the pellets of water trickling down you wore greater than his conscious

when you’d moved in,a couple months ago, there was a silent reminder in his head to not scare you away or push any boundaries but he couldn’t help but have a slight inkling that you wanted him to prey, you wanted him to push and play to his limit. the way you would leave your panties laying out on the floor, it was like you wanted him to pick them up and fist them around his dick, inevitably cumming into them

or how you’d shower with the door open just enough so he could see the outline of your tits through the foggy shower door. he knew he sounded like a perv when ranting on about it to the brunette boy, hands flailing about, mumbling about how ‘she’s gotta be doing it on purpose…i mean - wh-why else” earning a questionable stare from john b who scoffs out about him being a full on classic creep

it was so so conflicting, he knew he shouldn’t - you were probably just being naive, your usual sweet mindset blurring the sultryness within your actions but he couldn’t help but use your actions as justification for what he was doing. you would’ve said something by now id it bothered you, right?

but it wasn’t always weird,there were quiet domestic moments aswell, like tonight.

the loud rumble of thunder was enough to make you squeal eliciting a soft laugh from the blonde in front of you, who continued to stuff food in his mouth “jayyy” the slight tease in your whine was impossible to miss as the word left your mouth “lets sleep together tonight” you ask, eyes opened wide and focused on him, leaving him to struggle to understand the meaning behind the question

“what” the blonde in front deadpans, ears in disbelief of what he’s hearing - mind already rushing to the stickiest of ickys

“just hate storms and m’gonna not be able to sleep” you respond and as the words fall from your mouth, his figure visibly relaxes as soon as he hears the nonchalance in your voice in your words - god he has to get his head out of the gutter!

“right-right…uhh yeah- i mean i don’t mind” he rambles, struggling to hide the rising pink in his cheek aswell as the rising boner in his pants. it was going to be so so so hard to behave well when you’d be right next to him, your pretty pussy just a couple inches away, how was he supposed to resist himself

“thanks jay’ make sure not to kick” you giggle before pressing a light kiss to the side of his cheek, continuing to walk off towards the bathroom. he couldn’t describe the feeling in his stomach as he watched you, excitement? guilt? shame? whatever it was, it had to be pushed down until the late night dawned upon the both of you - when he’ll find out how bad he can really be

the sight of you softly snoring in his bed, arms tucked beneath your head as you curled away from the wall, would have been cute if it wasn’t for the raging boner that poked through his boxers. you’d hit the sack quite early leaving jj and his twisted mind alone, jerking off in the shower of all the lewd fantasies stored in his head.

he wouldn’t. he couldn’t. that’s what the blonde repeated in his head as he rest beside you, keeping some distance between the two of you, trying to close his eyes and sleep - hoping his mind could clear before the morning. his large figure slowly relaxed, slowly drifting to sleep. and that’s when he felt it your leg carelessly shifting underneath the covers, grazing against his dick, making it jump.

he was convinced. you were doing it on purpose, you had to be. but when he saw your limp body, pressed against the bed, dead to the world around you, he couldn’t help but groan. what if you were truly so naive that all your actions were done out of pure thoughtlessness, he’d be disgusting- you’d probably never want to speak to him again

but it was getting impossibly hard to ignore your foot dancing around his already hard cock leading a soft groan from him. the call of your name from him falls on deaf ears as you continue to sleep, not aware of the turmoil you’re causing him. ‘god m’going to hell” he whispers to himself as he shifts closer, forehead hovering over yours

he wished he could blame it on something like he’d drunk to much or that he was high out of his mind, but he wasn’t - the only drug that consumed him was the presence of you, clouding his every thought and action. the long strand of blonde that kissed his forehead now grazed against yours as his fingers traced down the length of your body, dipping between your legs, rubbing against your clothed mound.

the heat between your legs was enough to warm him on the unseasonably cold night, thumb stroking against your clit causing you to shift. he panicked for a second, taking your stirring as a sign of you waking up but he was wrong. you were moving because you liked it - he watched as your mouth parted softly, a soft whimper filling the air as you continued to squirm beneath him

it didn’t take long before he slipped your panties off, throwing them to some corner of the room - careful not to wake you. he watched as you writhed at the feel of the cool air breezing against your bare pussy, fingers having a mind of their own as they pushed into you. god you were so tight, he could feel the ache in his pants as he continued to thrust his finger into you. he couldn’t help but watch your eyebrows raise, mouth opening to let out an inaudible moan “m’sorry so so sorry” he heaved out, before adding another finger, watching you hiss at the intrusion.

you were making a mess on his hand and between your legs with each thrust of his and all he could think was how good you were taking it, wondering what noises you’d be making if you were awake - would you grab at his wrist and make him slow down if he went too fast? would you reach down and rub your aching clit?would you whine at him to stop?

he felt a sudden urge, he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to feel your lips against his as he curled his fingers that were wedged deep inside you. he moved even closer, dipping his head down, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips as he thrust his fingers harshly in you making you all putty in his arms

it was rough the way he pulled out, fingers resting against your thighs but he was desperate, his cock had been painfully poking against the fabric of his shorts waiting for some sort of stimulation. it was bad, it was so so bad but what was worse was that he stopped caring,it was a need to feel your gummy walls sucking you in, to watch your face contort into a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slams into you

you’d understand right? i mean you had to with the way you’d tortured him for so long, how you’d walk around wearing next to nothing or how you’d rub up against him. he remembers wanting nothing more than to bend you over the nearest surface and dick you down like the good little whore you were but how could he, you weren’t a whore - far from it actually, you were his sweet little angel that he wanted to corrupt, the little lamb that the big bad wolf wanted to bite into

he spent every minute trying to savour this moment, slowly pulling of his boxers throwing them next to your panties - making a mental note to take them later. he wished he could’ve been gentle and soft and sweet but he didn’t have it in him that night, he wanted you to feel the ache he’s been feeling.

the whine that left your mouth was loud as the blonde slammed into you, stilling with his movement - soaking in the feel of your velvety walls wrapped around him that left him wanting to paint your insides with his cum.shocked at your still state, deep sleeper he thought- who knows maybe he can have more fun

for a minute he stayed stilled feeling every pulse or clench of your little pussy, he was disgusting! but he didn’t care, what he cared about was how your face would look like when you cum? how you’d look like when you wake and see the pool of white between your legs? that was enough for him to begin drilling his cock into you, the once silent room being filled with his low groans and the sound of skin slapping

“so good f��me… huh?” he breathed out “wanna cum so-fuck so-deep inside you….fill you with all my babies” his pace didn’t falter as you’d tossed against him, body shocked by the harsh and sudden intrusion. his right hand travelled down from the side of your hips to your bright red clit, pinching it softly causing your brows to furrow

“sorry baby…. just needed to do that” he laughed out, head falling down to the dip in your neck, breathing against the skin “fuck-” the blonde could feel his high coming close, he fastens his face getting ready to empty himself inside of you “fuck fuck fuck m’coming” the blonde curses, eyes screwed tightly as he spurts out a fat load inside you, moaning with every slight movement. he watched as you spasmed around him, your own high being provoked by his - he couldn’t miss the way your back slightly arched, he’d bet you were in heaven right now - well atleast he was

following a few sloppy thrusts, he flops against your sleeping body, looking up to see your face, god you looked so innocent! you hadn’t even known the way he’d violated you yet and something in him ached for you to find out, for you to wake up to the feel of his morning wood, throbbing inside of you and feel the sticky pool of cum that formed beneath you. and he couldn’t help but thrust deeper inside of you, chin resting against your head - slowly feeling his eyes close, he’ll deal with the aftermath in the morning but for now he wanted to sleep wedged inside you, sweaty bodies pressed together

[inkandguns]

This is why I keep a rifle nearby and a handgun on me at all times. If four people busted into my room I have the Beretta 1301 right on my nightstand now. It’s loaded with 8 pellet 00 buck, but I’m considering doing alternating slugs just for fun.

The ROE at the farm is that anyone armed that comes in the gate uninvited or is inside the fence line is to be immediately brought down with effective rifle fire. No warning shots or verbal warnings inside the wire. Just head and A zone chest shots. And yes, we will mercilessly make fun of someone if they drop rounds outside the A zone.

I firmly hold the opinion that you should be able to use lethal force to defend property. Any society that doesn’t praise and acknowledge this is totally uncivilized imo and allows the practice of slavery.

Grant County would be a better place if those 4 sacks of shit had been capped that night.

Gallos Negros - “Thieves Die Slow”

[randomthefox]

Following up from this

Pac-Man lounging in a bath at his house, the bubbles of his bubble bath popping and making the "collecting a pellet" sfx from the arcade game.

Suddenly he's startled from his bath by the sounds of ruckus and chaos coming from outside, and he leans over the edge of the tub to look out the window.

In the city the Ghost Gang are running amok, phasing through buildings with an empty sack and then phasing out of them with the bag full of pellets andor fruits. When Pac-People try and put a stop to them they just go transparent and pass right through their efforts. Pinky lets them swallow her up, but then the Pac-Person winces like they have an ice cream headache and Pinky phases through them while winking and making the "call me" gesture. Blinky sticks his tongue out and tweaks his nose at the failed attempts to eat him. Inky and Clyde mostly just go transparent at the initial chomp to avoid being swallowed up in the first place.

Pac-Man watches with a D= look and rushes out of the bath, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his lower half as he rushes out of his house.

By the time Pac-Man makes it into the city proper the ghosts are already drifting off with their haul, and Pac-Man runs into the middle of the aftermath with all the Pac-People lamenting that 90% of their food supplies have been absconded with, and the banks and pellet stalls are completely cleaned out. People are despairing and flipping out about it, while Pac-Man looks around trying to track down sight of the ghosts leaving the towel behind him as he goes.

He manages to find them loading up their haul on a boat and starting to row off, and Pac-Man runs over and manages to sneak his way into jumping on the boat and stowing away with them. Initially he considers trying to hijack the boat, but with thought bubble visuals he thinks and realizes they'd just overpower him the way they did everyone else and toss him overboard and row away. But if he stays in waiting they'll take him back to Ghost Land with them, and he'll have a chance of getting a Power Pellet! So he hunkers down as a stowaway as best he can for the trip across the waters.

Once they reach Ghost Land the gang starts rustling up their haul to take home, but they find Pac-Man hiding in the back of the boat. Blinky is all "YOU! >=o " and the other ghosts are more curious and interested. Pac-Man stands up and points at them confrontationally saying "yeah, me! I'm going to show you ghostly creeps what for and reclaim everything you've stolen!", but then jumps out of the boat and runs off into Ghost Land. The Ghosts watching him run off with dull surprise that he ran away from them after such a proclamation.

Once he gets far enough away Pac-Man hides away behind a structure and catches his breath and then starts thinking on how he's going to find a Power Pellet. When he looks up he notices a Ghost looking right at him, and he yelps and flinches back in a defense pose. But the ghost just keeps looking at him curiously and leans in to get a closer look nearly bumping against his nose.

"Uh... h-hello?" Pac-Man introduces. The ghost staring with a blank expression for a few more seconds before drifting away and wandering off. Pac-Man recovers and looks around and realizes he's in something of a Ghost Town square, though it looks very different from Pac-Village. There isn't much in the way of buildings, most of the structures are very very old and run down and don't have all four walls or roofs. There's only one or two real "houses" which are of a shanty town thrown together built out of garbage design. Pac-Man looks around and frowns while scratching his cheek. "Wow... not sure what I was expecting?"

"Oh is the high and mighty Pac-Person unimpressed with our squalor?" Pac-Man yelps and turns about to find a Yellow ghost looming over him with his hands on his hips. He flinches back but the ghost doesn't seem to be hostile despite his aggression.

"Uhh, sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Pac-Man excuses, but the ghost just harumphs.

"What's are you doing here anyway? It's dangerous for Pac's like you to be here. If us Ghosts wanted to gang up on you there'd be nothing you could do about it you know!" The yellow ghost asked accusatorily, Pac-Man wincing but realizing that that scenario wasn't the default like he thought it'd be. The Ghosts milling around in the 'town' seemed to not be paying him any mind for the most part.

"Uhh, well... I'm here to find a Power Pellet." Pac-Man admits in a whisper. The Yellow Ghost quirks his brow, obviously not having any idea what that's supposed to be. "Umm... A special pellet that makes ghosts unable to turn gray?"

The Ghost deliberates on it for a second trying to figure out what he's talking about. "You mean the Energizer?" Once he says it aloud his eyes widen and he gets right up in Pac-Man's face making him stumble back. "How do you even KNOW about that? What are you trying to get that for!?"

Pac-Man stammers a bit and crawls back, while the Yellow Ghost keeps the distance close between them following over and looming over him with a prosecuting look on his face. Finally Pac-Man notices something in his peripheral vision and gasps, then points directing the Yellow Ghost to follow his hand.

Off to the side they see the Ghost Gang has returned with their burlap sacks overflowing with fruits and pellets, going to one of the shanty houses and bringing all their ill gotten goods inside. Once the four are inside after a few seconds a couple other NPC ghosts are forced out of the shanty house by Blinky who phases through the walls and shouts at them before going back inside.

"Those guys! They came to Pac-Village and stole all our fruits and pellets. It's a huge problem! If I can get a uhhh Energizer, I could use it to uhh you know. Stop them, and get all our stuff back." Pac-Man explains. Choosing not to mention that he also wants to bring a Power Pellet back to grow their own trees for a local supply.

The Yellow Ghost adjusts his glasses and hums. "They did? That's pretty ambitious for those four bullies. I guess I can't blame you if that's the case." The Ghost looks down at Pac-Man and chews the inside of his cheek while thinking something over. "Okay, I'll tell you where to find the Energizers. But as soon as you chomp those four and get your stupid junk food back, you have to leave right away got it?"

Pac-Man accepts and takes the Ghosts hand as he helps him back to his feet and starts leading him through the village. Pac-Man feeling the looks of the other ghosts curiously looking at him as they go but they don't do anything about him walking through. Except for one naturally Gray ghost who watches with interest, then rushes to the shanty house to phase inside.

"So uhh, I'm Pac-Man! What's your name?" Pac-Man introduces to fill the awkward silence as they walk out of the ghost town.

"You can call me Kinzo." The Yellow Ghost answers while adjusting his glasses again. He doesn't bother trying to keep the conversation going any longer than that. Pac-Man fidgets a bit awkwardly and feeling a chill as they travel through the eerie environment of the Ghost Land, until they reach the unkept and dilapidated rusty iron fencing that surrounds a small grove.

And on the other side of the fence is an old knotted tree without any leafs on it, and hanging from its branches are four glowing Pellets. Pac-Man sees them and gasps, recognizing they must be the Power Pellets on sight.

"Okay give me a few minutes head start to get away from you before you go grab one, okay? I don't want you covering me with the juice from that thing and then eating me." Kinzo says as he starts drifting away.

"Wait!" Pac-Man holds out his hand at him, making Kinzo turn back around. "So uhh, is that how it works? The juice from the Pellet make- hold on wait I'm sorry!" He interrupts himself when he sees the ghost starting to leave again as he questions him. "I wouldn't eat you, I promise! You helped me out, so of course I-"

Kinzo turns with a start and zooms towards Pac-Man, phasing through him while Pac-Man gasps and stumbles back, bumping his back against the ghost who is now suddenly standing behind him making him stumble and trip as he turns about. "Yeah, as if! I know how you Pac-people are. We all know... I don't care if you gobble up those four trouble makers, they deserve to be taken down a peg. But I'm going back to town and warning everyone to hide until you're GONE, you hear me?"

Pac-Man frowns and furrows his brow, feeling taken aback with Kinzo assuming the worst about him. But before he can say anything back Kinzo is already off back towards town. Pac-Man sadly mutters to himself as he watches him go "oh come on... Just cuz Ghosts taste good doesn't mean I'd go on some kind of eating spree." He rubs a hand over his belly as he thinks about it. Suddenly the prospect of eating the ghosts and them not being able to just instantly escape through him was becoming a reality and it was a tantalizing one to consider. But he shook his head and stood up, heading through a broken entrance of the gate and into the grove.

As he walks towards the tree he quietly talks to himself. "Okay, one Pellet to put those four in their place. Then one to take home, that should be fine. Especially since they don't even know I'm-"

"THERE!" he hears a shout from behind, and suddenly Blinky phases through him from behind and jumps out in front of him, followed by Inky. Pinky also phases through him from behind, but she becomes tangible inside him and makes him gasp, feeling her kick around inside and making him lose balance and stumble before she phases through and joins the other two in front of him.

"So that's what he meant..." Inky said while looking towards the tree and stroking his chin. "He's after the Energizers. That's how he's going to show us what for."

Blinky grimaced and punched a fist into his palm. "You big yellow jerk! Even for you Munchers that's a new low, every ghost agrees that the Energizers are off limits because they're unfair!"

"Unfair!?" Pac-Man shouts back, collecting himself and facing down the ghosts. "The four of you just ransacked our whole city and we couldn't do a thing to stop you! How is that 'fair'? Those Power Pellets are what we need to MAKE things fair!"

"That's not even what they're called they're Energizers!" Blinky shouted back, flailing his arms around as he did. "This isn't what was supposed to happen! You're supposed to be cowering in fear with the rest of them! You're not supposed to come here and juice those Energizers and cover us in the blue muck so you can wail on us!"

"Well, he's a Pac-person, so he's probably just going to eat us after we're juiced." Inky suggested.

"Ohhh, if that's the case he could probably eat the Power Pellet himself and coat the inside of his mouth with the juice, then he could just swallow us up and we'd get coated with it on the way down! That'd be way easier." Pinky said further with a pitch of excitement to her voice, Inky nodding with agreement. Pac-Man looking up at them with stars in his eyes and a =o mouth at the explanation of the best way to use the Power Pellets against them.

"They're called Energizers! D-Don't give him IDEAS you idiots!" Blinky shouted. "And hey where's Clyde?"

Right on que everyone turns to see the orange ghost flying to join them, while he is holding a burlap sack by the wrong end and the overturned sack is spilling out all of its fruit and pellet contents across the way as he drifted to catch up to everyone. "Sorry boss, these things were heavy but carrying them this way made it easier!"

Blinkys eyes widened and he clutched his hands to his head in a freak out. "What do you think you're DOING you book smart nincompoop!?" He shouts while Inky and Pinky wilt in disbelief. "I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO BRING THE STASH WITH YOU! AND YOU'RE SPILLING IT ALL OVER THE DANG PLACE!"

Clyde pauses and blinks in surprise, then looks down in hand at the now empty burlap sack as one last pellet falls out of it. "Ooh. Oops. S-sorry boss, b-but you said you didn't want to leave Orson alone with the stash so I thought you meant to bring it with me."

"I MEANT kick that little kiss up OUT of our house! Now look, all the loot is strew everywhere! This big yellow creep can just scoop it all up and-" as Blinky gestures to Pac-Man when he says that all four ghosts look at where Pac-Man had been standing, and see he's no longer there. A yellow dot outline of his presence blinks in place instead for a second or two. Then they all look towards the tree and see Pac-Man running towards it to grab the Power Pellets. "BWAAAAAH! STOP HIM STOP HIM STOP HIM!"

In their haste the ghosts rush toward Pac-Man but overshoot him, all four of them slamming into the tree and causing the old dry tree to crack at the trunk and causing it to tumble falling down. The Power Pellets drop from the branches and bounce away, rolling down hill and landing amidst the strew about trail of regular pellets and fruits. The four ghosts lift up from being piled up ontop of each other, and Pac-Man looks off at the four big flowing pellets admist all the stolen items.

As the camera zooms out to an overhead view, this music plays

[rt8815]

Hey, all my sewing friends!

I'm knitting a stuffed mouse, and I want to make it a weighted stuffie.

I have the plastic pellets, and they obviously have to go in a pouch of some sort, but I don't know how I should cut the fabric (to make it like a hacky sack shape, but flatter), or what stitch to use.

Any and all advice is welcomed.

[pokemonshelterstories]

Despite their popularity, I can't find any good information on raising pichu and their family line. My daughter just caught a surprisingly young pikachu, I was wondering if you had any tips

the problem with the pichu line is that they're so astoundingly popular that there's a lot of misinformation about them online.

pikachu are remarkably social pokemon that live in large groups called nests in forests, where they spend their time foraging and playing with each other! they don't usually venture out into open fields unless there's a thunderstorm; when it's storming, they gather with their tails lifted into the air to attract bolts of lightning and charge up their electrical sacks.

what this means for a pikachu in captivity is that they really need companions- they don't do well on their own! they also need an area with plenty of hide spots and overhead coverage to run around in, with lots of chewable toys to keep their teeth in good shape and foraging opportunities to keep their minds engaged. you also need to electric-proof your home and only give them toys that wont conduct electricity well, as zapping objects with electricity is how they explore their environment. keep in mind that, if you have any carnivorous pokemon, you'll need to keep them separated from the pikachu.

a big thing we see with these guys in captivity is obesity. pikachu spend a lot of time in the wild running around and burning energy, and captive pikachu often dont have enough room to exercise properly. a large exercise wheel can help with that, but monitoring food intake and providing a variety of enrichment options are also really important! be mindful of overfeeding sugary foods like berries, and watch out for commercial pikachu feed that contains a lot of seeds or inappropriate treats like yogurt drops. these guys should primarily eat a vet-approved pellet diet supplemented with vegetables, with small amounts of fruit and the occasional small pokemon egg added in as treats.

best of luck to your daughter and her new pikachu!

[stayingalivehq]

On October 1st, a small group of brave survivors set out to venture a bit further from the hideout, hoping to find much-needed resources, especially medicine as their supplies were slowly dwindling and with winter coming up, they would soon face coughs, colds, flu and other illnesses surely. Due to Grant's extensive clientele within the city, they manage to stock up on medicine even though it wasn't quite the kind they hoped for.

They found a lot of supplies in a gated community by Dallas and hauled back quite a lot. There is more there, so they will make a return sooner or later.

Loot for this month:

1 large bag of "cask strength bourbon" flavor algae cookies

1 yellow plastic milk crate

1 box of screws

1 bottle of hand sanitizer

1 small electric generator; runs on gas and grease

1 big soup pot

1 small package of "cleopatra's pearls" flavor textured vegetable protein pellets

some empty vodka bottles in an office

some spare clothing in a bag

1 big sack of rice

three backpacks in decent shape; though one is a child's schoolbag with superman depicted on it

1 duffel filled to the brim with medicine; opioids, stimulants, codeine and a small can of nitrous oxide

1 bottle of antibiotics

1 set of christmas lights

1 pack of batteries

some books

1 crate of canned beans

Some wanted items weren't found, some were. Life these days is a gamble and the raiders know this. Due to the small size of the group, the risk was a little higher than usual, but they all made it back alive. Besides being exhausted from hauling supplies back through an infested city, they bring home injuries.

Josif got his fingers caught in a door and while - hopefully nothing's broken, he's definitely going to lose one or two fingernails and will not have an easy time drawing his bow for a week or two.

Henry got caught on a fence and will need to see one of the doctors about a nasty hole on his lower leg, but also a cut on his thigh. Thankfully the group brought back antibiotics, right?

Elijah got caught on a collapsing set of stairs and everybody in the house heard his shoulder pop out of its joint. The other two fixed it, kind of, but he, too, will need assistance upon his return.

[edupunkn00b]

Decoherence, Ch. 5: Riding Through Purple Sage

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“The blindness I mean is blindness that keeps you from seein' the truth.”  -Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey

WC: 1520 - Rated: T - swearing -

1838, March 9, Northern Wyoming, US

“Lo?” Remus grunted as he pushed up and craned his neck to look around the sun-filled room. Every joint creaked, shoulders tight like he’d slept wrong after a long day’s ride. Sitting up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and fished around for his slippers. The wood pellet stove had gone out in the night and the old floorboards were fucking freezing.

The house was quiet… well, upstairs was quiet. He could just make out the lilting sound of Virgil’s voice out in the yard. It sounded like he was feeding the chickens. He squinted against the bright light spilling past the open shutters. Damn, how late did he sleep?

“Lo?” Remus pushed away the heavy blankets and shivered. A metallic clink against the wooden floor accompanied him when he finally mustered the will to stand. He looked down. Lo’s wedding ring was on the floor. “Oh, dear husband? Are you missing something?” he laughed, scooping up the ring and grabbing the robe hanging on the back of the door. He kissed Lo’s ring and frowned. It was chilled from the cold room. He tapped it against his lips for a moment, then dropped it into his pocket and headed downstairs.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” He chuckled as he swung around the stairwell, following the sounds of breakfast in the big kitchen. “You dropped your ring, L—” His feet stuck to the floor when Patton turned to greet him.

“No, I didn’t, Re,” Patton grinned and waved his hand back at him. A band of multi-colored agate caught the sunshine streaming in from the big bay windows. “Maybe it’s Jannie’s? He left early to take the wool into town, but he’ll be back before dark.”

Remus stared at the ring nestled in his palm, the polished metal now warmed against his skin. Right, of course it was Jay’s ring. Ro’s ring was silver, and Patton’s was stone from the river on the other side of the fields. And Remus’?

Remus’ had just been for the hell of it. Practice for when he’d helped Ro make his husbands’ rings. Right. What a weird thing to forget. He pocketed the ring, then shook his head and gave Patton his very best brother-in-law smile. “Is that coffee I smell? I sure could use it today.”

~

After a little more fussing from Pattycake than he really needed—but fuck all if it didn’t feel good to get a little spoiled from time to time—he and Virgil helped clean up after the feast he’d prepared. Patton had started cooking early, with sourdough and eggs and fresh jerky for Jay to take on the road. Remus had sent him off enough times to practically see the way he’d demure the offering at first, then pretend not to notice when Patton snuck a bundle of goodies into one of the horse’s packs.

Then, after Jay left, it looked like Pattycake had just kept on cooking. Chili was already simmering at the back of the stove, the mouth-watering aroma of cayenne, cumin, and kidney beans melding and filling the air. A sack of cornmeal sat on the counter, promising a fresh pan of cornbread for tonight.

They’d be eating good today.

Cleanup done, Virgil joined Ro to check on the foals and Patton had gone to tackle that loose step out on the porch, so Remus snuck a second cup of coffee before heading out to the workshop. It wasn’t until he’d gotten to the door that he noticed he’d filled two cups, his own usual with cream and sugar, the other black. The fuck?

It took a bit of wrangling, but he got the door open and went inside. He set the mugs down on the corner of the table and stared at them for a minute, then threw back the black coffee. It wasn’t bad and it smelled… it smelled kinda nice. Warm and… homey. Maybe part of his brain just knew if he was gonna make any sense of this busted generator, he’d need all the help he could get.

He was elbows-deep in the guts of the machine, twisted over the back of it to try to keep one hand on the rotor, the other tightening the crank when Virgil’s little voice called from the doorway. “Uncka Re?” 

“Fuck,” he swore, spanner clanking to the floor. “Hey, you didn’t hear that,” Remus called back over his shoulder.

“Of course he didn’t,” Ro laughed behind him. “Just like the time you touched the wrong end of the poker.” Remus turned and Ro was standing right behind the kid. Virgil had both hands over his mouth, stifling his laughter. Ro didn’t bother. “Here,” he said, setting down a covered plate. “Pat was worried when you didn’t come out for dinner.”

“What?” He dragged his grease-covered hands down the front of his apron and looked out the window. Yeah, the sun was already casting long shadows out in the orchard. “Fuck, Lo, how long have we—” 

“Woe’s not here,” Virgil whispered, shaking his head as he looked up at him with big, teary eyes.

Remus stared at him. “Whaddya say?”

He crouched down and held Virgil’s hand, but before the little boy could answer, Ro nudged the plate toward him. “You’ve been in here too long, little brother. Have some dinner or Pat’s bound to come out here and feed you himself,” he warned, hefting up Virgil to sit on his hip. “And you could use a nap, huh? No woes to be had here, Virge.” He waited until Remus had sat on the floor and pulled the plate onto his lap. “Come out for supper, okay? It’ll be too dark to work out here by then anyway.”

“Not if I get the generator working,” he mumbled, still chewing. Patton had managed to turn the extra cornmeal and gravy and some of the leftover sausage into a flavorful hash. Remus’ stomach grumbled happily. He was hungry. “Hey, tell Pattycake thanks,” He nodded, stabbing another forkful. “This is really good.”

“I will,” Ro smiled. Virgil was already getting those cute little sleepy eyes, lids popping open when he realized they’d closed. “Imma put him down for a nap then run the horses before Jay gets back.”

~

Janus returned home just before dark, and both Ro and Pattycake revealed their relief in the way they showered him in attention. Even Virgil was calmer than usual, listening when Janus regaled them with tales of Shoshone City, of the tribes that thrived there despite the young US government’s attempts to obliterate them.

Tucked away in the mountains, the nation had managed to evade the troops that had led the way for eastern ‘settlers’ tromping through. It wasn’t easy to find their land, and not many survived attempts. It had taken the family a long time to earn the nation’s trust.

The mountain rams that thrived in the Shoshone nation’s rocky bluffs had a different coat that the ones they raised at the ranch, not to mention the traveling merchants wouldn’t sell the nation arms even if they’d sought them out. But when Janus turned up with his Anglo-Saxon features and a winning smile, he was more than able to scoop up as many guns and boxes of ammunition as he wished to purchase.

And Janus was more than willing to exaggerate the size of their little family and buy whatever the merchants would part with to help ensure the Shosone were better armed than any scouting US troops might be ready for. Their relationship with the tribe made for fair trading. And good allies.

When supper was finished, Remus cleaned up, shooing the others off to enjoy some quiet time—well, as quiet as getting Virgil settled for bed could be—before he moseyed off to his own room.

He’d forgotten to close the shutters and the darkened room was chilled when he got upstairs. A bit of starlight peeked through the clouds, so even after he lit the pellet stove he kept the shutters open, just a crack to let in the silvery light. He stripped down to a pair of long johns, and something hard plinked to the floor and rolled under the bed.

Crawling on his belly, he reached and fumbled in the dark until his fingers grazed smooth, warm metal.

The ring.

How could he have forgotten it? He snatched it up and shimmied out from under the bed frame and sat on the floor, staring down at the little circle in his palm. The ring was as big of a mystery to him now as it had been when he’d first seen it that morning.

But that was the thing. Remus knew this ring. It was familiar, the size, the weight, the glint of it in the half-dark room. He just couldn’t figure out what the fuck he was doing with it.

Without really being able to explain why, he put the ring back in his pocket and carefully folded his trousers, then set them on the chair next to his bed. Then he peeled back the covers and huddled under the cold blankets and slept.

[sntechsupport]

FWD: SPaceII Trust & Safety

Report Title: Error displaying Grist totals when in the proximity of flour

Session ID: 220-ψ66C

Details: Apparently, a player loves to bake bread, they even home-mill their flour. You'd think that SGame Systems would be able to handle baking grist, but apparently not. Wayve isn't entirely sure as to the actual origin of this issue. An explanation and a workaround would be appreciated.

- Dr. Grey Aerian, SPaceII Project Lead

Uhhhh, hang on. Oh shit the flour thing.

So basically if you have a bulk material or liquid, each unit (grain, drop, pellet, you get it) is ID'd by the parents unit. That means that if you have flour or sugar, their parent is the box or sack they have been in when the game started. So it's like "This is grain of flour #368889 from This Particular Bag". Because if we had to give an unique number to each grain of flour or snd or drop of water, we'd just give up, let's face it. Nobody likes that big numbers.

Here is where comes the problem from home-milled stuff: It does not have a parent container. When this flour is rendered, the game is too busy with "Oh holy shit, how do I ID all of this even?" to even consider bothering with some build grist, because that's UI element and is therefore secondary.

Fortunately there is an easy solution on your side: Scoop as much of that flour as you can into some bag or box and either via console command or by reapting it clearly and calmly, state that this container is now the parent of all that material. In theory you can assign the room or mill building as the parent of the flour too, since a room is a container, but then you're going to get into big numbers and big numbers make shit slow.

Once a parent node exists, re-assigning children between them is fairly easy (For example: All the water drops you pour into a glass get reassigned to that glass from the tap, and once you drink it and it absorbs in your digestive system it gets reassigned to blood vessels.)

Sincerely

SN Tech Support (Gear)

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[winterhollowpublicradio]

[YOU CHOOSE TO FIGHT BACK.]

[THE STRANGE, DREAMLIKE POWER SURGES, SPARKS SPASTICALLY. IT RESPONDS TO YOU...BUT PERHAPS NOT HOW YOU INTEND.]

[YOU FISH IN YOUR POCKETS FOR THE KNIFE. IT’S OLD, ONE HIT WILL PROBABLY BE ALL YOU GET OUT OF IT, BUT IT’S SOMETHING. YOU HEAR SNUFFLING OUTSIDE THE DOOR NOW, AND YOU REALIZE THE NOT-DOGS HAVE FOUND YOU.]

 [THE DOOR RATTLES, WOOD EXPLODES VIOLENTLY AS A SHOTGUN BLAST TAKES THE MIDDLE THIRD OF THE DOOR. BRIGHT, MANIC BLUE EYES STARE IN AT YOU, A SHARKLIKE GRIN BELOW THEM. PETER REACHES IN AND TURNS THE DOORKNOB, AND THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN.]

[”You almost had me there, ya big-eared freak.” PETER RAISES THE SHOTGUN, ALIGNING THE BARREL WITH YOUR HEAD. YOU DRAW BACK YOUR STINGER TAIL, TAKING AIM. THE STAND-OFF BEGINS, YOU WAIT FOR THE PERFECT MOMENT, PETER WAITS FOR YOU TO MOVE.]

[TICK]

[TOCK]

[BOOM!]

[YOUR EARS RING WITH A FEROCITY YOU HAVE NEVER KNOWN BEFORE, YOUR TAIL LASHES OUT AND PETER DROPS LIKE A SACK OF BRICKS. RUSHING ADRENALINE AND HENNY FADING IN AND OUT OF CONSCIOUSNESS MAKE IT HARD TO TELL IF YOU  ARE HURT. IN THE END, IT DOESN’T MATTER. YOU THROW YOURSELF OUT OF THE ROOM, BEHIND THE BAR, AND STRAIGHT INTO JULIANNA STARLING.]

[”You little-” SHE GRABS AT YOUR PONYTAIL. SLOPPILY, YOU GRIP THE KNIFE TIGHTER AND SWING. IT ARCS UP, SINKS IN JUST BELOW HER STERNUM. A GOUT OF HOT, STINKING BLOOD HITS YOU. IT TASTES RANCID, REEKING OF ROTTED WOOD AND POISONED DIRT. JULIANNA CHOKES, KEELS OVER, AND YOU’RE RUNNING AGAIN.]

“Get Caesared motherfucker...” [HENNY MUTTERS. THEN, FINALLY, HE SLIPS FULLY OUT OF CONSCIOUSNESS. YOU ARE ALONE.]

[ONE SHATTERED WINDOW LATER, AND YOU ARE BARRELING TOWARDS THE FOREST. THE NOT-DOGS HOWL AND GIVE CHASE AT FIRST, BUT A SHARP VOICE CALLS THEM OFF, ONE YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE. YOU KEEP RUNNING.]

//ERROR//

//ERROR//

[. . .]

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[TODAY]

//ERROR//

//ERROR//

[YOU HEAR VOICES CLOSING IN ON YOU, CLOSER THAN THEY SHOULD BE. THE ROAR OF A SHOTGUN SENDS PAIN RIPPLING UP YOUR RIGHT SIDE AS THE PELLETS HIT HOME. YOU STUMBLE, FALL--]

[”Hey.” YOU RECOGNIZE THE VOICE. PAYTON. “Funny how you slip out the one time I blow off keeping an eye on you.” A COLD METAL BARREL PRESSES TO THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD. “Well, I can correct that now. Any last words?”]

[REACH OUT?]

[irlwakko]

No hate to the person who posted these tags, because they most likely didn’t know and we all have plenty of learning and unlearning to do, but unfortunately “bean bag rounds” are part of the same misleading language that “rubber bullets” is.

“Bean bag” may evoke the image of something like a hacky sack (much like “rubber” evokes the image of something like an eraser), but bean bag rounds are in fact filled with metal pellets and launched with force. Below is a picture of a real “bean bag round”.

They’re part of the same class of projectile as rubber bullets, known as baton rounds (or kinetic impact projectiles), so named because they’re intended for blunt impact rather than penetration.

“Bean bag rounds”, like other baton rounds, can blind, incapacitate, and kill in a variety of ways. They’ve been known to cause skull fractures, traumatic brain injury, and eyeball rupture. Though they’re “intended” to be fired at extremities (which can still cause severe injury), police are well known to fire them at the head and chest.

Just a reminder for people who may not know, in light of protestors at UCLA being shot in the face with rubber bullets— rubber bullets are not bullets made of rubber. They are metal bullets encased in rubber.

Despite being called “non-lethal” or sometimes “less lethal”, they are well known to cause death and permanent disability.

Here’s a photo showing their size— these are actual rubber bullets used during the Black Lives Matter protests in 2020.

Do not let them downplay the severity of what they are subjecting this students to for standing against genocide. Stay safe and stay educated.

EDIT: Twitter banned @/nosferatusexgod, the student shot, whose tweet I linked to (as a primary source) at the top of the post. Screenshots of the tweet I originally linked to can be found here.

[mealvaan]

Hail

On the outskirts of their stately manse, passersby double take at a sight of scarcity. A juvenile Viera — yes, a pair of lagomorphic ears paired oddly with features of youth. For a moment, the strangers would consider them merely made to confuse: a proper Veena short in stature, or a hyuran child with a headband attached for ease of playing pretend. Such considerations are spurned by the sudden twitch of their ears towards their crown, and the shrunken quality of their quiet, yet audible voice.

“That cannot be correct…”

With curiosity satisfied, the pedestrians would hurry away. 

The child lies nose up in the garden. Their journal is poised parallel to their face, blocking the sun from creeping to their eyes. They’d learned a trick from observing a particularly lazy superior at the Institute: if you leave the quill right in the pot, you practically never have to dip it. They retrieve the sopping thing from its bath, drowning rare Rabanstran blades of grass in obsidian ink, letting the remainder splatter onto their working shirt. The working shirt, mother had coined it sennights ago, for it had been dark enough to accommodate their stubborn habit until she’d find a way to break it.

Obedience had not entirely escaped them, however. They could be wandering about the city at their leisure, but at their parents’ behest, they remain here. They aren’t fond much of the metal men that guard the gates, regarding them with a stare that could never be met, so they suppose it isn’t much of a compromise. They’re content to study ambient aether in their backyard, for it makes an excellent control group. Predictable, placid and perfect—

Until there’s a sting in the middle of their forehead, and they’re not entirely sure why. The same prickle erupts from their arm, then their knee. In a gradated onslaught, the stinging gets harsher until they jump from it, then it’s all in their ears, head, and shoulders. Antilons? Their arms are bereft of anything in motion, save the blossoming of little red dots. Nettles? There are no nettles in the courtyard — if there are, someone is going to be sacked.

Nevertheless, they bolt into the front hall with the energy they’d saved with their enervated writing technique, ink pot and journal in tow. They shake white dots from their tresses, and there’s a moment of fretful, widened eyes. Had they inherited dandruff from one of the scholars? No, the dust is large, tough, frigid — not a pathetic fleck of reject skin.

In their self-examination, their father strides down the steps, having heard the pitter-patter of steps from his child oft quieter than a breeze.

“Why the hurry?” Pa’s mellifluous voice is practised to not startle them, but the fact that they know its purpose gives the game away. 

“What is the meaning of this,” they hiss, shaking more and more pellets from their body and belongings. They glare up at their father as if he had brought it about, chucking down ice from the window upstairs.

“Ah…” He picks up one of the pellets, examining it as it melts betwixt room temperature and his warm fingers. “This is hail. A rare weather for this place. Formed in the high heavens. Not snow,” he says pointedly, noticing their lips part. “Snow is different. Snow is formed below. Snow is umbral. This is astral.”

“The distance to the star is not correlated,” they insist but now they’re not so sure. 

“Both are true,” he says, ruffling their head of grass blades and cresting waves as he moves to kneel. “Your mother will explain it better than I can. But consider me proud.”

“I did not cause this.”

“I would not think that of you, brilliant as you are. I am proud of what you have done this sun. I am proud to have raised a child who knows when it is right to leave.” 

He takes a shard of hail from their hair and holds it up between them. The two watch it fade to nothing.

“Enough of these, and we would have been bandaging you. Remember this. When in doubt, Signe, run.”

[genialtomfool]

im going to sneak into your house and tickle your nose with a feather and put whipped cream in your hand so you will get CREAMED on the FACE and then i will put you in a big potato sack and take you away into the night like a owl. and turn you into owl pellet

Thank you that means alot

[singhalindustriesproducts]

Unveiling the Versatility of PP Multifilament Yarn: A Comprehensive Exploration

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