#Safe Cylinder Handling

[adventures-in-amirite]

Blog FAQ

What is Amirite?

Amirite is a non-natural material found in the grasses of urban areas not limited to basketball courts, soccer fields, and playgrounds. In its raw form, it is shaped like a hollow cylinder with ridged sides and an open chamber, or in a raised ring shape. It comes in a variety of colors, but most commonly translucent, black, green, and orange. Raw amirite is best harvested early Monday mornings after a hot weekend in the summer. The raw material is processed, separated by color, and then re-combined into a conglomerate material.

What are you doing with your specimens of Amirite?

Amirite has a low melting point and can be melted down and reformed many, many times before it becomes unworkable. It does not become liquid, but a tacky substance that can be pushed into molds. It can be formed, sanded, and polished to create trinkets, charms, and other things.

Why work with Amirite?

Large deposits of amirite can become a nuisance to wildlife. Because it floats, it can be found in waterways and sometimes inside of fish who think that it is food. Amirite is not a digestible substance and can create blockages for wildlife that attempt to eat them. It can be broken down by UV radiation and can shed into the soil.

I live in an area with large deposits of amirite, and part of my job is to remove it. My location does not have the resources to safely dispose of amirite. I felt that while it is a common pollutant, its ability to be reformed and handled safely using household appliances seemed an interesting experiment.

If its a pollutant, how is it safe to handle?

Amirite only breaks down after prolonged exposure to UV radiation. Getting the material out of the sun is my first priority. Once its safely out of the sun and out of the way of animals that might eat it, there is no danger to handling amirite- and in fact it is found in many household items.

Okay, ha-ha, this has all been very funny. But what is amirite really?

Its plastic bottle caps. People leave their trash on the sports fields and its part of my job to clean up after them. It annoyed me a lot. But when I found out that they could be easily melted and reformed, I was incentivized to clean the parks more thoroughly. I have collected hundreds of them and I am slowly making a lot of beads and charms with them. I am being very silly about this, but if it gets people to think about how they leave their trash in public spaces, then its pretty serious. Because people do completely miss the trash can, amirite?

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I Put A Spell On You.

(Part Two)

Smoke and Rosetta got some makin’ up to do

It was a reflex for him to reach for his revolver. The sound of a withering floorboard caused Smokes to jump up from his sleep and grab it from the side table swiftly.

Click.

He was ready to aim and shoot down. Smokes’ unwavering gaze in that dimly-lit room cased out every dark corner and his ears listened for any signs of an intruder. He had good form and a lethal mental. He’d heard the sound again and instantly he aimed for the floor, finger on the trigger ready to pull.

A low meow followed by a pretty tabby-cat relaxed his tense muscles. Smokes lowered his weapon with ease before silently putting the revolver back on the night stand. His brandy-colored eyes tracked the movements of the cat between his legs, trying to get a feel of who this stranger was. Eventually, the sound of music on the jukebox and Rosetta’s soft snoring helped to steady his breathing and lower his pulse. Smokes reached to flick off the lamp light and carefully settled back into the rickety mattress. He took one look at Rosetta’s sleeping face before staring up at the ceiling.

Imagine rainfall, accompanied by the sound of a warm guitar slowly picking away at the layer of your sorrows, haunting, yet beautiful. A sense of serenity entered his mind, extinguishing the flames that burn his soul. For a moment, Smokes could feel, and think nothing. So brief, yet so long, he felt at ease. The melody carrying him across distant shores, feeling weightless in its entranced groove. He flew with the progression of the song, eyes closed, allowing his emotions to guide his path. Up and down his chest rose. Beyond the murky sky, the white glow of the moon shown through the window.

A dainty hand touched his chest. Smokes reached up to grasp it, rubbing it with his thumb. His bare dick against his thigh began to grow. Smokes brought her hand to his plump lips and kissed her there gently. The bed creaked beneath them. Smokes glanced down within the darkness, his eyes connecting with the sleepy, doe eyes of his Rosey. Her naked silhouette entranced him. The dip of her hip and the way her breasts hung from her chest aroused him to no end.

It was the way her long, deep wavy hair fell over the pillow. The pearls around her neck made her look ritzy and those red-tinged kissers made him salivate to taste her again. She was breathtaking. And Smokes didn’t lie when he meant she’s the most beautiful in N’awlins. Rosetta sat up and Smokes looked up into her heavenly face. Her fingertips danced across the ridges of muscle on his torso, her eyes never leaving his.

“Can’t sleep, daddy?” She says, voice soft and warm.

“That cat of yours woke me up out my sleep, gal…”

“Not you afraid of cats now…”

Rosetta giggled. Smokes chuckled slightly.

“I ain’t afraid of no fuckin’ cat…I’m just…been out there in some shit, baby. This the first time I had decent sleep.”

Rosetta looked towards Smokes’ revolver. Smoke followed her eyesight.

“I want one. My own gun.” Rosetta said.

“Oh?” Smokes sat up, “is that so?”

“Mhm. You can show me how to point that thang since you back home. Remember, you said you would…”

“I did.”

Rosetta sat up and Smokes situated her between his legs with her back against his chest. Grabbing the revolver, Smokes pointed it in a safe direction. A safe direction means that the gun is pointed in such a way that an accidental fire would not cause any harm. Rosetta watched with great interest. Smokes accessed the cylinder, emptying the bullets before clicking it back in place.

“Aight, Rosey…wrap your dominant hand ‘round the handle…use this hand for support.”

Arms outstretched, Smokes helped Rosetta point the revolver straight ahead at a wall covered with peeling paper.

“Straighten ya elbows, doll…no need to cock it, but steady ya breath…finger on the trigger…”

“It feels…heavy.”

“Hm. Imagine it with bullets.”

Smokes grazed Rosetta’s neck with his fluffy lips. The lingering smell of amber and sweat against his broad nose.

“That’s how you do it. I’ll take ya’ out to shoot soon…”

The urge to stuff his fat dick in her again created a tickling sensation just beneath his navel. Smokes felt at ease being with his woman again. He’d never leave her side again. Even if Stacks got in the way.

Smokes gave Rosey a wet sloppy kiss to her neck. She tilted her head and his thick tongue grazed over the rapid pulse in her neck and directly over that spot that got her wet every time. His thicker fingers were groping her breasts. Rosey released a breathy moan before looking back at Smokes, one hand on the back of his neck, forcing his lips against hers.

Their tongues moved in tandem, the squeaky springs of her not so sturdy bed surrounding them. Rosetta spun around and straddled his lap. Smokes kicked the sheets away from him, adjusting his large body to accommodate Rosetta. The wobbly, metal headboard banged against the wall when she flopped down into his lap.

One hand around her neck, Smokes tugged lightly, bringing Rosetta’s lips to his again. His other hand reached between her meaty thighs to feel the heat and dampness of her folds. Smokes growled against her lips. His dick was cast iron hard and read to fit inside her tight snatch again.

“Tilt ‘dem hips…atta, girl,” Smokes tapped her pussy with his big dick, “Time to fuck on this dick again, baby…”

“Yes, Papa…”

Rosetta wiggled her hips down onto Smokes thick pipe and her mouth dropped open in surprise. Smokes popped her on the ass hard, his way of telling her to get all the way down. Fully stuffed, Rosetta grabbed onto Smokes shoulders and with a whirl of her hips and a bounce she rode him on that rickety bed like it was her last time.

The fullness stretching her out made her shout Papa, Papa, Papa over and over. Smokes was too damn big for that bed but he made it work. He dug his heels into the lumpy mattress and with both hands he kept her cheeks spread while pumping up into her as she dropped down. Wet, skin slapping noises mixed with the way the bed jumped and creaked beneath them.

The steel of the revolver pressed against Rosetta’s knee each time she bounced. It was rough like she needed it. Deep dicking in her bedroom beneath the moonlight. Smokes slammed up in her so good Rosetta spread her thighs more to feel it stretch her. She craved the soreness, the way it tugged on her clit, the slight sting of his heavy balls slapping her ass.

Pop pop pop

Smack smack smack

Clap clap clap

“Damn, Rosey, gettin’ real whacky on that dick, fuck.”

Smokes grabbed her hips and helped her bounce on his length like a good little fuck doll. Her wavy hair shielded her eyes and those pretty titties swayed in his face.

“You hittin’ my spot, Big Daddy…you hittin’ it so good…make your pussy cum…make your bitch pussy cum…”

“Rosey–”

“Dig deeper, Papa–”

“Grip this dick and wet it up with that sweet nectar!”

Rosetta choked his dick with her walls and her cum trickled down his dick and over his balls. Hand in her hair, Smokes slammed his lips against hers while thrusting deeper.

He needed her more.

Smokes put Rosetta on her back and her legs in the air. He dived back in that pussy with his toes planted against the mattress. Rosetta clawed his back up and they both watched it go in and out. Smokes savored her nipples with his lips and tongue, ignoring the hollow dents in the wall from the headboard.

He grabbed a foot and stuck her red–painted toes in his mouth. Rosetta was super soaker wet on that dick, creating a large stain beneath her ass.

“I just wanna eat you up and fuck you…”

Smokes stared down at that hairy pussy with her leg thrown over his shoulder. He released a breath that came out like the hiss of a locomotive. That shit looked beautiful. If he could paint a picture of the way his dick all big and long spread her open he would. The sweat and humidity in that room made it hard to breath. All he wanted to do was be in his woman. They’ll crack a window eventually.

Well, I’ve got a meat grinder, it belongs to me

It's got good movements, I use it constantly

I’ve got a meat grinder, it belongs to me

It's got good movements, I use it constantly

You don't like good grindin', you ain't gotta bit of sense

It's been going on ever since the world commenced

If you don't like good grindin', ain't gotta bit of sense

‘Cause it's been going on, ever since the world commenced…

“That’s it, Big Daddy, cum all in your fat pussy…”

“Oh, yeah?”

Smokes folded Rosetta in half and pounded the fuck outta her. She furrowed her brows, chewed on that lip hard, and spread her pussy lips with those red nails like she wasn’t open enough already.

“Smokes! Yes! Don’t stop fucking me! Don’t stop fuckin’ your creamy pussy! Milk it, Daddy! Fill me up! Papa! That good hard dick!”

“Ahhhhhhhh–”

“Smoke…oooh…yes…yes…right there, daddy…don’t stop…ooooo shiiiit, daddy…fuuck….get it, da–DDY…”

Smokes gave Rosetta a heated glare and just like that he was filling her to the brim with his thick semen, painting her walls heavily. Dick slipping out, he painted her clit with more. Smokes rubbed his tip between her folds, eliciting a creamy noise. Their tired breaths mingled. Smokes slipped from the bed and stumbled on his way to the bathroom.

He ran a bath and took a piss. Rosetta perched her gorgeous frame against the doorway, body glistening from sweat and cum. She was a sight to behold. Smokes is a lucky man. A bar of Palmolive sat untouched on the edge of the claw foot tub. While Smokes shook the access urine from his dick, Rosetta opened a jar filled with lavender, rosemary, and chamomile herbs, sprinkling it into the tub.

It was big enough to fit the both of them. Smokes slipped in first and then Rosetta settled in front of him. They used a soap sponge to clean each other off thoroughly. This was serenity. Encased in her sweet embrace.

“I love you, Rosey.” He whispered.

“And I love you…”

——

The smell of bacon and butter wafted Rosetta’s nose that early morning. She sat up, messy hair in her face while she stretched her tired arms above her head. Smokes being gone told her that he was cooking up some breakfast. Rosetta threw her sheets back from her body and snatched a satin robe from a coat hanger next to her bed. Feet sliding into a pair of house shoes, she looked down and noticed deep scratches in the wood paneling.

She would need to cover that up with a rug or get someone to buffer that out. She didn’t want her mama to have a fit.

Rosetta made her way into the kitchen, the tea kettle whistling as she approached. Smokes moved about the small room with a blunt between his lips and his dick out and swangin. Rosetta admired his tight ass before her eyes swept over his muscular back. She could see that he was making bacon, buttered toast, eggs, and grits. Smokes sat the cast iron on the stove and looked back when he’d heard footsteps.

“Mornin’ sunshine…”

He pecked her lips.

“Smells real good in here,” Rosetta stole a slice of bacon, “I’m hungry from all that sex.”

“Gotta feed you then, huh?” Smokes winked at Rosetta.

Rosetta stole the blunt from his lips and took a hit.

She coughed slightly, Smokes chuckling.

“Careful wit’ that there, Rosey…”

She took another hit and blew smoke towards him to taunt him before sticking her tongue out. Smoke tapped her on the booty.

“Sit that pretty tail down. I’m a plate this food up.”

Rosetta settled in a dining chair. She noticed the news paper and fresh milk on the table. He must of gone to grab it. Rosetta grabbed the paper and opened it to read. She crossed one shapely leg over the other blunt between her fingers as she held the paper up.

“A train hijacking?” Rosetta announced with surprise.

Smokes glanced over at Rosetta while her brown eyes were glued to the paper. He packed her plate and walked over, placing it in front of her. Back at the stove, Smokes poured her a cup of tea.

“Jesus, killed everyone on board…”

“Gimme’ some neck…”

Rosetta tilted her lips towards Smokes and he stuck his tongue in her mouth. The grip she had on the paper slipped. Smokes snatched it from her grasp and placed it on the table with a loud slap.

“Eat, girl.”

Rosetta grabbed her fork but her eyes remained on Smokes. He could feel her staring while he situated himself across from her.

“Level with me, Smokes…you know ‘bout this?”

“Don’t know from nothing, gal. Eat.”

“I’ll eat when you talk to me.”

“Ain’t nothin to share, baby. Everything is copacetic…”

“Did Stacks do this?” Rosetta questioned.

Smokes’ fork clashed with the table. He gave Rosetta a pointed look of warning. Letting her know to drop it.

“Wasn’t Stacks. Wasn’t me. Wasn’t nobody to get all worked up over. I’m good. We’re good.”

“Smokes…I don’t want you gettin’ yourself in trouble. It’s enough that Phonzo wants you dead—”

“Phonzo punk ass already dead. Might as well call it what it is.”

Rosetta bit her tongue. She knew arguing wouldn’t get her the answers she needed. She didn’t want Smokes to return and get himself into deep shit. She knew he was more than capable of handling himself, but Rosetta needed him alive, especially if she planned to marry him and have his butterball babies.

They ate in silence, the food tasty. Smokes sensed that she wanted more, so he filled her plate up again and Rosetta thanked him with a small smile and a kiss. Smokes watched her eat while smoking his weed and when she finished he cleaned. Rosetta drank her tea with those smooth and thick ol’ gams teasing Smoke’s eyes.

As he scrubbed, Rosetta spread her legs in that chair and spread her lower lips with her fingers. Sweet pink graced his eyes. Smokes watched her stroke her clit. He was high and horny again. Dick stood out like a flag pole.

“You want daddy to eat that pussy…”

“Mhm,” Rosetta licked her plump lips.

Smokes dried his hands and marched over to Rosetta. He picked her up and walked her to the couch.

“Wait, not here—”

“This Miss. Doris’ good furniture,” Smokes laughed, not caring at all about the sofa, “Good thing it’s covered in plastic…”

Her legs parted like the Red Sea. Hips aching and inner thighs burning. Smokes wasted no time slurping on her pussy with a wet tongue and thick lips. Rosetta palmed the back of his head and mushed his face in it. He had a habit of being loud while eating pussy. She could feel herself creaming on his chin when he latched onto her clit to suck.

“Yes, oh, fuck, mmmm….”

Rosetta frowned her pretty face. She had a face that belonged in movies. A rare beauty. Smokes never took his eyes off of her, not even when she came in his mouth. He stuck his tongue so far up her pussy to catch it all. Her robe had spilled open, revealing that hot body to him again. Smokes reached up and rolled her nipples between his fingers while continuing to feast on her overflowing pussy.

Smokes popped his lips off her clit to stare down at his work, “you betta cum again,” He sucked again before stopping, “Cum in my mouth before I stuff you again,” He slurped her up again and Rosetta moaned out, “You know who this pussy belong to. Not Phonzo, not no other nigga…”

Rosetta had to pick her lip up to stop herself from drooling. Her eyes crossed as another orgasm rocked her body. She closed her thighs around Smokes head, unable to take the licks he was giving her.

“Got me ready to fuck again,” Smokes took it upon himself to bend Rosetta over the couch, “Bend that back…atta girl…daddy’s good girl,” Smokes spread her ass cheeks wide and grunted, “Shit, Rosey…”

He hunched his body and with the power of his hips he sank into that good twat. Rosetta rode his tip before he could even fit in. He popped her on the ass with his wide palm before thrusting up and deep. Already she was creaming on his dick. Smokes had her by the arms as he pounded.

Rosetta had that IT like no other. Pretty ass voice, pretty ass doll, perfect pussy, perfect face. Smokes watched her head loll back and forth from the momentous pounding he was giving her. That back arched and that ass jiggling. Her knees almost slipped from the sofa so Smokes had to fix her and put his hand in the middle of her back to keep her stationary.

“I’m a fuck a baby in you.”

Rosetta moaned and clenched his dick.

“Like that? Like when I tell you how I’m a get you pregnant? Like that, sweet baby? Make me a Daddy?”

“YES!”

“All wet on Big Daddy’s dick.”

“Oh, Jesus!” Rosetta yelped when his hand wrapped around her neck from the front, bucking those strong hips and slapping those big nuts against her clit.

Smokes growled deep and with two staggering strokes he came inside of her again. He abruptly turned Rosetta’s head and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Crack!

Smokes slipped out of Rosey fast and stood tall. Rosetta turned onto her backside quickly, staring up at Smokes with wide eyes.

“Fuck was dat?”

Smokes moved with a brisk pace towards the window within the kitchen, he peered down past the small glass panel at his car.

“What is it, Elijah?”

Rosetta stood behind him with a worried look etched into her beautiful face. Smokes took deep breaths before exiting the kitchen, Rosetta on his heels. He entered her room and grabbed up his pants, uncaring that his underwear sat on the floor.

“Elijah!”

“Stay here…”

Smokes grabbed up his revolve and loaded it up.

Click.

He stormed out of Rosetta’s apartment and down the small staircase leading into the boutique. As he drew closer, his eyes became wild with anger. He unlocked the door and stormed out into the smelting heat with his gun raised. There, a brick lay at his feet. Smokes bent down to pick it up, his cognac eyes following a trail of broken glass until he came upon the shattered window of his Cadillac.

Some people gathered outside to see what all the fuss was about. Smokes peered at them, eyes accusatory and rageful. He knew it had to be someone from Phonzo’s crew. A cheap shot, but still…Smokes was furious. Chest puffed out, he tossed the brick and entered the shop. Locking it up tightly, Smokes turned to find Rosetta staring up at him with a fearful glance.

“They busted out your window…”

“Ain’t nothin’ I can get that patched up…”

Smokes grabbed Rosetta by the elbow, turning her back towards the stairs.

“Daddy gotta go handle some thangs…I want you to stay put and out the way—”

“I’m coming with you, Elijah—”

“No—”

“YES! Yes the fuck I am!”

Rosetta snatched her arm from his hold and stood firm as she glared down at him on the steps.

“I’m tagging along whether ya like it or not.”

Smokes clenched his jaw. Their eyes danced between each other before Rosetta turned her back at him, climbing up.

——

“Scotch…”

Smokes accepted his glass, adjusting Rosetta in his lap. He sat across from his twin, Stacks, the gold in his mouth gleaming. They were sitting in a bar, the sound of distant chatter and glass in the background. The smoke from the cigars they were smoking billowed out like a thick fog. Rosetta wore a chocolate–brown Blondell dress with pantyhose and embroidered T–Straps on her feet in gold. A cloche hat that had covered most of her hair and much of her face was a last minute accessory since she didn’t have time to fix her hair after sweating it all out fucking.

Smokes’ 8-panel hat sat over his own messy hair and he wore his button down shirt untidy with his white beater on display. Stacks looked dapper in his double-breasted mahogany suit with shiny silver buttons and matching cufflinks. Copper silk tie, and black and brown woven Oxford shoes complete the look. His fedora sat on the table next to him.

The Big Cheese took a sip of his own scotch.

“How was your night with that snow bunny?”

Stacks chuckled, “As good as yours was I’m sure, brother. Lay it on me…Phonzo askin’ to go war? Does he not know who he fuckin’ wit?”

“You know dat nigga stupid, Stacks,” He checks his dominoes, “I got word that he’ll want to meet up tonight. I’m not much for talkin’…”

“Hm,” Smokes puffed on his cigar before speaking, “You thinkin’ the corn field?”

“Dig a ditch or two,” Smokes threw out.

“I’ll get Monty on it.”

Rosetta listened to the twins discuss killing and burying Phonzo and whoever else in a corn field. She shivered within Smokes’ lap.

“How ya been, Rosey? Still singing?”

“Of course,” Rosetta smirked at Stacks, “Still gettin’ into trouble I see.”

“You mean your man here,” Stacks pointed towards Smokes, “He’s the trouble.”

“How so?”

“Go on and tell her how you was in Texas.”

Rosetta quirked an arched brow. Smokes shook his head.

“Takin’ his word over mine ain’t the way to go, baby.”

“Uh-huh.” Rosetta wasn’t fully convinced.

She grabbed Smokes’ glass and took a sip. Rosetta watched the twins play another round of dominoes and catch up before Stacks made his leave. He had to make sure things were in order before tonight. A jazz ballad played and Rosetta swayed her hips in Smokes’ lap. She could feel him poking and the thought of sliding up and down on that pole sent chills down her spine.

“Careful there, Tiger,” Rosetta lifted his chin with her finger, “I still gotta cook you dinner.”

“A meal before I bump off? My kinda lady…”

Josephine Baker–I Love My Baby started playing, her voice projecting in a way that emphasized a higher frequency, leading to a brighter, more nasal tone. Rosetta caressed Smokes’ handsome face while staring deeply into his eyes. She sang along to the words, husky breathy tone drawing him in.

Sometimes we quarrel and maybe we fight

But then we make up the following night

When we're together we're great company

I love my baby, my baby loves me

The spell she had on Smokes brought him to his knees before her. He stared at her with those bedroom eyes and a half smirk while she sang to him in his lap. That smoking hot chassis was enough to make him fuck her right there. Smoke tapped his foot and rocked his head while she serenaded him. Others in the bar watched with wonder while balancing liquor and ciggs.

When the song faded out, Rosetta gave Smokes a slow kiss. A wolf whistle echoed and Smokes removed his hat to shield them from view so he could tongue his woman down.

“If it’s a girl, I wanna name her Ella, after my mama…”

“That’s a beautiful name, Elijah.” Rosetta smiled against his lips.

“If it’s a boy,” Smokes took a sip of his scotch, “Emmett.”

Rosetta swatted his bicep with her dainty hand.

“What was that fa’?!” Smokes protested with a dimpled grin.

“I was thinkin’ the same thing!”

“That’s why you my woman…”

Smokes kissed on Rosetta’s neck causing her to giggle. They were both pleasantly faded.

“Is that Smokes?”

“Ida Mae…”

The curvy dame settled in front of them, dolled up and doused in perfume. The smell of Bergamot, Orange Blossom and Lemon burning Rosetta’s nose. Her back stiffened as she surveyed the woman with her sultry eyes and chandelier earrings. Her dark red lips quirked up into a flirty smile.

“When did you high tail back into Nola?”

“A day ago. Why’s you askin’?”

Ida Mae locked eyes with Rosetta for a second.

“Just missed ya’ that’s all. Stacks back too?”

“Ya’ know it.” Smokes replied, caressing Rosetta’s waist, “This is my woman, Rosetta. Rosey, this here is Ida Mae…”

“Pleasantries,” Ida Mae tilted her head in greeting.

Rosetta’s lips remained sealed.

“She owns that whore house in Storyville.”

“Is that so?”

Rosetta cut her eyes at Smokes.

“Yes, a good business if ya’ ask me. Selling pussy is on the up and up, especially these days. Got too much shit to stress about.”

Was he dipping in pussy she didn’t know about? Why the fuck would Ida do some disrespectful shit and flirt with her man in front of her? Smokes had some explaining to do.

“Well, just wanted to say hello. Good seeing ya’ Smokes…tell Stacks I said don’t be a stranger…”

“Will do, Ida.”

She walked away with a tantalizing sway of her hips.

“You wanna tell me what that was?” Rosetta cut to the quick.

“I ain’t fuck nobody else if that’s what ya’ asking.”

“You fuck Ida? Don’t lie to me Smokes…”

“Rosey, cut it out. Ida and Stacks used to fuck ‘round. Probably still do.”

“Yeah, okay, I’m no sappy bird I can tell. Prolly made a stop to that whore house before coming to me. Been writing Ida to keep that pussy ready—”

“Rosey, shut up.” Smokes said through gritted teeth.

“Shut up?” Rosetta kissed her teeth before pushing off of Smokes’ lap, “Go after her!”

Smokes narrowed his eyes at her.

“I ain’t lying to you, Rosetta.”

Rosetta stomped away towards the exit. Smokes followed after her, catching her before she could open the door. He walked with her in his grasp outside, the afternoon heat unbearable. Already he was sweating profusely. Smokes turned her around to face him. Rosetta pointed her gaze over his shoulder, refusing to look at him.

She could be so damn stubborn sometimes.

“I love you. Only you. You need to understand that and quick,” Smokes spoke angrily so close to Rosetta’s face his breath laced with liquor and a hint of chocolate and black pepper from his cigar wafted her nose.

Rosetta pouted. Smokes gripped her chin tight to make her look him in the eye. He needed her to know he was serious.

“Stop it, hear me?”

“Okay…”

She looked from his eyes to his lips.

“So damn hard–headed…”

He kissed her lips before popping her on the ass.

“I’m a drop you off at the shop, okay? I gotta get this window fixed.”

Smokes made sure Rosetta was settled in her seat before he got in. The drive was less than ten minutes. Smokes made sure she was situated, blowing her a kiss through the glass door of the shop before driving off.

Rosetta’s doe eyes followed Smokes’ retreating car.

She wanted to believe he was loyal to her and only her. He’d always been. Maybe it was her mother’s words making her feel insecure. Her mother hated Elijah. Rosetta planned to cook up a steak dinner for Smokes. Ready to get to it, she climbed the stairs and before she opened her door, she noticed a kitchen knife sticking out of the keyhole.

Rosetta gasped, hand covering her mouth. Fear consumed her as she stood there, staring between the crack of the door and into a pitch black abyss. It was eerily silent. Rosetta took a chance and pushed open the door. The light from the stairwell flooded the room. So far, as she peeked inside, she couldn’t see anyone.

Rosetta stepped over the threshold and grabbed the handle of the knife, tugging it to release. She held the knife out in front of her, hand shaking with nerves. Her glossy eyes bounced left and right. She fully stepped inside, frantically moving her hand along the wall until she felt the string of the lamp light. A pinch of relief flooded her veins when the room brightened.

That was all stripped from her just as fast when a gloved hand slipped over her mouth and the weight of a gun pressed into her hip.

——

Hope ya’ll enjoy part two 😏😌

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Writing Notes: Hazardous Substances

Asphyxiants. Gases that displace or dilute breathable air (oxygen) can cause suffocation in large quantities. (Examples: carbon dioxide and nitrogen.)

Carcinogens. Chemicals that can cause cancer after many years if you unknowingly swallow, breathe them in, or soak them up through your skin. (Examples: asbestos, radon, vinyl chloride, and benzene.)

Compressed gases. These substances are often stored in cylinders under high pre. This can knock down people or walls.

Corrosives. Acids or alkaline substances can penetrate or burn through the skin. (Examples: nitric, sulfuric, or hydrochloric acid, and sodium hydroxide.)

Flammables. Liquids, vapors, or gases that can catch fire or explode when exposed to a flame, an operating electrical tool, or even a simple static spark. (Examples: methane and propane.)

Teratogens. Chemicals that can lead to birth defects. (Examples: isotretinoin, excess vitamin A, alcohol, and thalidomide.)

Toxic chemicals. Substances that can damage the body's organs when they're inhaled, swallowed, or absorbed through the skin. (Examples: lead, cadmium, and pesticides.)

You may be at risk of accidental poisonings, chemical burns, or suffocation. It depends on where you work and the substances you handle. Knowing and following the right safety steps can help keep you safe. The above are some of the hazards you may come across.

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[mn-markimew]

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Danny looked at the tv screen, then back to his dad. "It's cool, dad. But why does it look like a soup thermos?"

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Improve

Wolfstar, February 7, word count 853

Previous part First part

One year previously 

Sirius was lingering outside his father's study. Both his parents were out at an event. He’d arrived at Grimmauld with a runny nose and a suitable cough. Walburga had reared back from him and ordered him out of her sight. He took that as he didn’t have to leave the property, so, unknown to anyone, Sirius hid in his old bedroom as his parents finished dressing and left the house with Kreacher. Sirius was completely alone. 

In his hand, he held a small device Barty had given him. According to him, it would make any surveillance gear go a bit squiffy until the device's batteries ran out. Just to be safe, Sirius had brought a mask with him. He slipped the rubbery thing over his head and pressed the button on the small metal cylinder. Nothing happened, but Barty had said that would be the case. Sirius took a deep breath and opened the door. 

Everything in there was immaculate. Which made finding what he wanted so easy. A child could have done it. Sadly, everything in this room turned out to be the legit versions of all the Black Empire’s paperwork. He chastised himself internally. Of course, everything dirty would be in his mother’s office. He carefully replaced everything and headed up a floor to Walburga’s study. 

Unlike her husband, Walburga had locked her door. It took Sirius a few minutes to get the lock to open; it had been a while since he’d picked a lock, and the door swung open. But like his father’s office, everything was immaculate and labelled. He grabbed the files he needed and began snapping photo after photo of them. Each picture was sent automatically to an online storage space, so even if he was caught and his phone was destroyed, he still had the proof. 

He’d just taken another one of the dodgy books from its shelf when he heard the front door open. 

“I won’t be a moment, Orion. I left my purse,” Walburga called back down to the car. Sirius gulped as he spotted her black silk purse sitting on the desk in front of him. 

As fast as he could, he put the files back and dove under the desk, pulling the chair back under just as the door opened. Walburga paused and looked around the room. Of course, she’d be suspicious; her usually religiously locked door had been unlocked. Sirius watched her feet walk towards him and the sound of her bag sliding across the polished wood above him. He watched in horror as her feet turned towards the shelves he’d just been browsing. She stopped before it. Sirius wiggled so he could get a better view and watched as his mother touched the same file he’d just put back. It was a millimetre out of place. 

“Walburga, hurry up dear, we are going to be late!” Orion shouted from the bottom of the stairs, Sirius guessed. Walburga let out an indigent huff and strode out of the room, locking the door behind her. 

Sirius waited for ten minutes after the front door had slammed shut, and he’d heard the car pull away from the curb until he came out from under the desk. Sweat was dripping into his eyes, his head boiling from being inside his mask and cramped in the small space. He grabbed the files and got back to work. This would be his only chance to do this. He was almost certain Walburga would have everything moved tomorrow if she suspected for a second anyone had been in her office unsupervised. 

He pulled one last file from the far end of the shelf that didn’t seem to fit. Within it was a picture of Regulus. Sirius stilled as his eyes scanned the text. His stomach lurched, and he had to force himself not to throw up. He took detailed pictures of each page before returning it to the shelves. He made sure he hadn’t left any trace of his presence and picked the lock one more. He spotted the long black hair on the floor as he went to re-lock the door. He knew it hadn’t fallen; he would have seen it fall. She’d put that there to catch him out. Anyone else would have put it over the handle and lock, to see if anyone had moved the handle. But that was far too obvious for Walburga Black. She’d left it there on purpose, so that’s where Sirius left it as he hurried out of the house and down the street, only removing his werewolf mask once he was halfway home. He had them. They’d been too arrogant, leaving the evidence in plain view and so well documented. It would be their downfall, and he couldn’t wait to see his parents behind bars. It would greatly improve them, in his opinion. When he was safe at home, he took his phone out with shaking hands and began to read through everything that they’d tried to conceal in those files. He grinned; there was so much evidence here that they didn’t stand a chance.  

Next part

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[planetary-gus]

In Which Things Get a Lot Worse (and Slightly Better)

Fandom: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms

Full version on Ao3: here

Prompt: Possession

Hugo didn't know what to do.

This was something that scared Don.

How in the 7 kingdoms would he be able to handle this?

"He released Ulla..." were the last words he could make out from Don before she and Cyrus disappeared.

It was just him and Varian now.

Everything was fine.

Everything would be okay.

Varian's eyes were just glowing bright blue.

He could definitely handle this.

Right?

"Varian? Can you hear me?" He asked softly.

His lips curled upwards in a terrifying smirk.

Books started floating behind him.

Varian's feet lifted off the ground.

"I knew Donnie was never the maternal type. Not like me. She just doesn't understand what it takes to protect the one you most love. Not like I do. Not like you'll learn."

The voice coming out of his mouth wasn't Varian's. It was higher, more feminine.

Ulla's voice.

Hugo had never heard it but he was sure that's what it had to be.

"Varian–" he started.

"I'm afraid he's not here right now. You shouldn't even be talking to him. Not after what you did. You hurt him. And now you'll pay the price for it." Ulla's voice said, locking Varian's eyes onto him, the books that were floating around started circling him, closing him into a spinning cylinder of books.

Hugo's breath hitched. His ribs were sore, and he was tired. But clearly things weren't done yet.

"Varian please, you need to fight her! It'll all be okay, but we need to leave!"

"Oh, I'll definitely be leaving. Just as soon as you're eliminated from his life. And he won't bother fighting me. He let me in after all. All the pain in his heart, those painful memories of his life, he's been a hurt a lot. I'll make sure it never happens again. His mind is sharper than mine. I always knew he'd be great when he was older."

Tears started to well in his eyes. This wasn't Varian. He knew Varian had suffered a lot, and he'd now contributed to it, but he would never let something like this happen. It's just not something he would do.

Varian had always hated listening; there's no way in hell he'd stand for this.

"Varian please! I know I fucked up! But please! I know you're in there! Fight her!"

The books closed in around him.

He panicked, what does he do?

What should he say?

He took a deep breath

"I love you!" He screamed as loud as he could. And he didn't stop there, "I love you okay! I'm sorry! I never meant to hurt you I wanted to keep you safe from this! I really did! But I couldn't, and I fucked up, and you're hurting now, but please... please... just fight her Varian! Please! Please..." His voice cracked as he finished and sunk to the ground with a defeated sigh.

He expected an attack for that, surely Ulla wouldn't tolerate from him.

But... it never came.

[sharkgirldick]

tbh this knight and princess posting between us as 2 switches has got me thinking about how silly it can be sometimes being a switch that leans one way and ends up in a relationship with another switch who also leans the same way (not that i know if you lean sub like me, but sub-leaning switch 4 sub-leaning switch is my experience in my relationship and kind of the case in my only current FWB type thing, at least, like, i think it is?)…

and anyways, that, combined with princess and knightposting, got me thinking of a spoiled, bratty, entitled princess who acts all dominant and powerful because that’s the only way it can be taken seriously, but really all it wants is to be knocked down a peg by someone it can trust and feel safe with, and its loyal knight who is sworn to protect it and also acts tough and dominant because that’s how she can be intimidating and therefore minimise how often she has to use violence to protect her lady (not that she’s scared, but because it’s practical to choose self-preservation in order to stick around to serve her lady for longer and she’s loyal and true and will always choose whatever is best for her lady), but really all she wants is for the princess to put her in her place, which is firmly beneath it, preferably with its pussy against her and its hands all over her.

and tbh, while actually being a switch in this type of situation is very frustrating, i am still totally insane about the idea of that sexual tension, especially if neither of them wants to make the first move because they’re both just imagining each other shoving them down and just taking them, and maybe they’re both a little too inexperienced to realise the ethical implications of not just desiring but also expecting that scenario, lmao. and they’re compatible as a bottom and a top, respectively, but neither of them is confident as a dom so they spend way too long just yearning. and getting sexually frustrated. and maybe having arguments about everything that are really arguments about nothing. until finally in a heated moment. they. kis. 👍🏼

id usually write this better, but like i said earlier, i couldn’t sleep all night, so i’m not exactly firing on all cylinders rn. but i just HAD to say all this here anyway, and immediately so i wouldn’t forget. maybe i should post about it after i get some sleep. -Val

See, I'm a switch who leans dominant. I really want to sub because I've never really gotten to do it, but, in a situation like this, I could easily handle a princess if it shows how badly it wants me.

Though, being careful and cautious, letting that tension build until I just can't take it any more... That's also pretty delicious.

I appreciate you sharing, cuz this is hot as hell. Get some sleep!!

[potato-frenzy]

"Bill.....Bill? Billiammmmmm...Mr. Triangle Apocalypse Criminal Serving Time As A Dirty Human...."

Bill jolts hard enough to send his bowl of honeycomb cereal and oatmilk tottering across the table, hissing at what are soon to be blooming bruises on his knees. Sensory input rushing back in so fast he feels his vision white out, grey creeping in at the edges as his chest begins the jackhammering act again. "Oh my god! Don't die! Not like this! Holy crap, Dipper!"

He only distantly hears Mabel's voice as he slumps out of the kitchen chair, lost against the backdrop of bloodflow and electrical wiring in the walls. His head doesn't crack on the linoleum funnily enough and part of him notes it but the rest of him is lost in the whiteout of sensation assaulting all too human sense. Noise above everything but ligaments and cartilage are a horrible thing to be able to feel when those are elasticated a certain way. Smell never seems to be very obtrusive but tasting dust and wood and plastic as well a hundred other things in a space.

He's never really aware of how long these things last, but he knows that as long as he's not alone it's okay.

Eventually things settled, his awareness comes back to the background noise levels that humans are supposed to operate at. His nervous system no longer able to handle higher levels of input. He blinks away the white and spots and finds himself looking up at Dipper's stricken face and then he registers the taste of blood.

"Did you ......stick your hand in my mouth?" The fifteen year old Pines guiltily tucks bloodied fingers into a vest pocket. Bill can't muster the energy to roll his eyes as the frayed edges of lessening awareness ease.

Another set of hands helps him sit up and he feels his stomach flip uncomfortably. "Did Sixer never tell you that I have a bite clip for that, Pine Tree? It's literally like......in my pocket." Bill grumbles, almost slurred as the younger twins help him back into the chair.

"I was just reading the section of your care guide where the seizures were being covered when Mabel screamed so......" Dipper grumbles as his sister shoves him into another before going to get the first aid kit.

It's the first summer since his return to this reality that the two have spent with their uncles. The pair had reacted poorly at first, both convinced that Bill was playing some long con. But it wasn't very long before they realized he was genuinely helpless. Stanley being willing to care for him in this state, keeping non-dairy alternatives and other GI safe foods in the house so he doesn't die, was a big help.

"What triggered it? The guide said they weren't random. Ouch, Mabel!" Dipper hisses as his bleeding fingers are sprayed with peroxide and Bill has a moment to look at this face that he's looked out of at one point. The younger twins are as identical as their uncles, almost eerily so since Mabel got a pixie cut about two weeks into their stay.

"I don't know, all I was really aware of before everything started exploding was Glitterbomb on the phone with........Puma?"

"Her name is Fatma, Twinkmageddon!" An accusing, jingly, glitter acrylic nail tipped finger is jabbed in Bill's direction. Glitterbomb is a not inaccurate description of the femme Pines twin. Bedecked as she is in glittery resin jewelry, bedazzled denim, and chains dripping in brightly colored charms. "You know my girlfriend's name, you just refused to use it."

"Well excUuuUuse me, princess. I just had my jiggly brain loaf of grey matter firing on all cylinders to a degree that is considered unhealthy according to some. If I misremember a rando's name in the direct aftermath, I apologize." Bill drawls sarcastically, rolling his eyes hard enough to see camera flash after images and cracking his neck with concerningly loud pops like a BB gun.

"Enough," Dipper snaps, yanking on his sister's chain belt. She glares out of the corner of her eye as she returns to the task of patching her brother up. The masc twin groans at the bickering, not like he isn't just as prone to sniping about Bill's situation, but pulls the care guide out of his vest pocket. "I didn't read what the typical observed triggers were yet....."

"Pain or sensory overload or both." Bill answers before Dipper can find his place in the book again. Busily pretzeling his legs under himself as his heartrate takes it's sweet time returning to resting.

"Ah, okay.....Are the lights in here too much? Are you in pain?" Ever the scientist, his fringe falling his eyes as he leafs through the guide while he gathers data.

"Not any more than normal. Chapter 2, kemosabi."

"Right, your baseline is a 3. What could have set you off?" Dipper flexes his hand as the last Jurassic Park bandaid is secured to his fingers, the gears in his brain going as he mulls the presented problem.

"Well, I just know that he started spacing out while I was on the phone and then jumped like he got electrocuted when I touched him." Mabel jingles about, putting the first aid kit away grumpily.

"You ruined a good dissociation is what you did-"

"Oh my god! Too much sensory input due to coming back from a dissociative episode too quickly!" Bill can feel his heartrate spike, his ribs protesting by twitching threateningly, vision tinging grey slightly. Dipper sounds way too excited by the discovery.

"Congratulations on your breakthrough, Baby Einstein." Bill drawls again, slumping against the sticky surface of the kitchen table to steady himself.

-------------------------------------------------------

I would die for Mabel Pines, that's my girl.

This piece is brought to you by my experience with pain/sensory seizures. The POTS symptoms are courtesy of my partner, the EDS is just for fun.

For reference, the first piece was six weeks into Bill's mortal tenure. This one is seven months in, the younger twins have been back for a month. This is the summer between their freshman and sophomore years of highschool. They're turning sixteen at the end of the summer.

Still mulling Dipper's evolution, but, Mabel is a baby lesbian and basically glitter punk. Her girlfriend is trans btw.

[tarithenurse]

Inhuman

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader, eventually Loki x fem!reader, Stucky, more (some canon, some not). Word count: 2525 Contents: Reunion! A/N: Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Chapter 28

... Reader’s PoV ...

Despite the jet-lag, you still sleep horribly in the new bed. Always have. It’s not a matter of the quality of the bed or anything in the environment, it’s simply the fact that it’s a new place and you feel somewhat unsafe…even with a guard standing outside to watch over you. Though, that’s probably not for my benefit but for theirs.

Because of this, you’ve already done some training, although constrained because of the lack of space, and another shower by the time the girl brings the breakfast.

“Thank you very much.”

Maybe the Wakandan doesn’t understand English, because she looks startled and hurriedly exits the room again without answering, leaving you alone until when Ayo finally arrives to fetch you.

You don’t head for the same room as yesterday, rather you go to an inward facing room that seems to function as a sort of hub for any digital investigations that being king and superhero might require. It’s busy here, but apart from a few people looking up as you enter, no one stops working.

T’Challa himself is bend over some papers with one of the men from the meeting. And indeed, he does look very kingly, emanating decisiveness and authority.

Ayo hasn’t said anything until now and she chooses the words from absolute necessity. “Don’t move.”

You can’t hear what she tells him, their heads close together, but you see him nod as he answers. A moment later Ayo has taken his spot allowing him to walk past you, prompting you to follow.

“As you see, the news you brought us have sparked quite some activity. We will help if possible.”

“Anything would be appreciated, I’m sure.” So many allies.

“None of the Dora Milaje agree with me on this but I would be offended if left out…from anything.” There is no reason to ask what exactly he might be referring to.

“They want to keep your safe. It’s her job.” Maybe it’s more than that?

A side glance reveals that he, despite being burdened with the responsibilities of leading a country, is aware of the possibility. Or at least it reveals a soft twinkle in his eyes that you haven’t seen before.

You’ve taken the elevator quite a few floors down and are following a narrow passage further into the mountainside. New people are showing up on the radar, one of which is extremely faint but recognizable as Bucky.

Aiming as directly as possible towards the weak lights, you arrive at a door near the end of the corridor. There are no handles, just a biometric lock-screen next to the door frame. Without a word, T’Challa reaches past you, pressing his hand onto the smooth black surface, causing parts of it to light up yellow and orange and the door itself to slide open and reveal a scenery fit for sci-fi movie.

Everything is clinically white only interspersed by the gleam of surgical steal. Despite the environment, this is very different from any hospital room or surgical theatre you’ve seen before. The operations table is replaced by a large cylinder that’s tilted partially, facing away from the door so all that you can see is the white and steel top and side.

Hurrying around it, almost ignorant of the two lab-coat clad people, the front side of the cylinder is see-through, allowing an unobstructed view to Bucky. His face is pale, but peaceful. It’s almost impossible to see if he’s sleeping or dead and you thank the Inhuman genes for the skill of detecting life…even if faint. His metal-arm is gone, ending the metallic shoulder abruptly. They’ve covered the machinery with a little black rubber ‘hat’.

“I am afraid the doctors would insist that you are not present for the first part of the process.” Cupping your elbow in his hand, T’Challa leads you away, kindly but insistent. “My sister, Shuri, has worked hard to undo the damage done by Hydra to him.” The brotherly pride is glowing off of him like a beacon. “She has worked wonders but it has had to be completed in several steps, each time demanding the use of cryostasis to…stabilize him.”

He has led you back the way you came from to a room that could have been taken from any hospital. It’s barren without a bed in it and upon further inspection it becomes evident that the emptiness might be strategic: the few things that are left, a blue chair in the right corner and a small bed side table, which would have been on the other side of the bed if there had been one, are both bolted onto the floor. There are no decorations or lose objects at all, making it resemble the rooms for psychiatric patients that are a step away from a padded cell.

“And now…?”

“Now,” T’Challa regards you intently, “it is complete. No more cryostasis and no more triggers.”

Without further ado, he leaves you, the only consolation is that the door remains unlocked and unguarded as the king returns to the cryo-room.

It’s eerie to accept, that this is what has been facing Bucky each time he’s been waking up, but sadly it does make sense to have such a controlled environment as patients waking from comas and such things often are confused, and sometimes (though thankfully rarely) that leads to violence or self harm because of the rollercoaster of emotions that can overwhelm the patient. If you then take into account that this patient is incredibly strong and previously has been able to kill off people without breaking a sweat, then it makes sense to leave as little as possible to chance. As if to verify your theory, a small red dot lights up in one of the corners of the ceiling. Camera. Of course.

Back in the cryo-room there is renewed activity surrounding Bucky. You know nothing about cryostasis and how to reverse it, but it seems they’re rapidly defrosting the human popsicle and lifting him from the chamber and onto a flat surface. It takes four grown men to make the move. Soon, you can see the glittering, one-armed figure hover towards you propelled forward by two men.

When they enter the room, you see they are doctors. Without a word, they park the bed and head back for the door.

“Wait! What now?”

Maybe it’s an odd question to them, at least the only answer you get is a grunt from one and a “he wakes at some point” from the other.

As they close the door, you hear the click of the lock indicating the level of security that applies to this patient. It’s impressive really, that they have allowed him to have a duvet and a pillow…but then, they aren’t fearing for his safety.

He doesn’t look like a threat as he lies there breathing shallowly and with just one arm. All of his body is functioning in slow motion, trying to get back to working order as the temperature rises slowly. There’s nothing for you to do but wait. You should have had a book with you, but at least the signal is good enough to provide entertainment by phone.

...

The last few hours, his vitals have been nearing normal levels and his organs are fully functioning. Still, it’s a relief when Bucky finally stirs, making you sit up straight in the chair where you have been daydreaming.

“Steve?” His voice is hoarse and barely louder than a whisper.

“He couldn’t make it this time. Sorry.”

Struggling to sit up, he looks in your direction with blurry eyes. “Is he okay?”

“He is fine. He is trying to get politicians to do the right things.”

“Then he’s not happy.” Resignation makes Bucky fall back on the pillow. “He hates politics.”

That does sound a lot like Steven Rogers. Even though he prefers diplomacy over violence, he hates the idea of a few people making choices for the rest of the world.

“Don’t worry, he can handle it. Get some rest.”

Judging from the state he is in, it’s probably not your words that send him back to dreamland. Though most of the body seems to function, there is very little movement in the glitter that makes up his brain. Perhaps that is the last part to wake?

Getting up, you tug the duvet back down around him again. A lose strand of hair has fallen down into his face. It’s really getting long…long enough to braid. A silly thought flashes across your mind, forcing you to stifle a giggle. Carefully, you pull apart a strand as thick as a thumb and start to braid it.

Then another.

And then more.

It’s slow work as every change in breathing makes you freeze mid motion, but at least it’s entertaining…and maybe the people watching the feed from the surveillance camera are amused for once too.

Eventually, you have to shift to the other side of the bed to reach the hair on the right side of his head.

You’re halfway through a new braid when two things happen simultaneously: one is that you notice the breathing has changed and that the muscles are contracting in most of his body, the other is that he kicks down the duvet to free his right arm so he can grab your wrist. In a flurry of movements, he’s jumped out of bed and pushed you face first up against a wall, the arm twisted behind your back.

It’s pure instinct that makes you push away with the free left hand, so you can get the feet on the wall too and kick off, flipping yourself backwards over his shoulder as you twist, freeing yourself from the hold.

You land awkwardly, one knee on the floor the other nearly hitting your own chin, but there is no time to think: Bucky has turned, slightly wobbly from the sudden movement. With a whoosh, your leg, almost on its own, glides above the floor, knocking the feet away from under him and granting you momentum to pull both his arm and left leg towards the small of his back where you have planted a knee.

“Buck, stop it! I’m a friend!”

Something seems to click for him, because he relaxes slowly, trying to control his breathing. “What the hell are you doing here?” It’s hard to tell what emotions are running through him.

“Steve couldn’t come so I’m here instead.” You don’t dare to let go. Not yet.

“They shouldn’t have let you in here with me...” Sighing deeply, before he tries to turn his head to look at you. “You…you can let go now.”

“Are you sure?” It’s hard to see his eyes from this position, but as far as you can tell he is genuinely in control of himself again.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“There was once a master assassin who told me that that’s exactly what a master assassin would say to make a target feel safe.” Even so, you let go, stepping backwards to let him back onto his feet.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s the only thing she taught you.”

Bucky is swaying quite dangerously, so you order him back in bed where he almost falls asleep before he lies down. The surge of adrenaline is already spent. Same goes for you, but you have a sprained shoulder to attend to.

Steve is happy to hear that Bucky is waking up, when you text him. Back in DC, he, Natasha, and Coulson have been attending one meeting after the other to get the right politicians, agencies and bureaus to understand that they need the green light for an unspecified mission. Next stop is the UN it seems. It’s hard to keep track of everyone when they are all travelling everywhere at the moment.

…

The sound of silence is what makes you stop humming to yourself. Bucky’s eyes are still closed, but his breathing is not that of a sleeping man.

“Good morning. Again.”

“What morning?” This time it’s pure logical thinking that’s at the top of his head which seems to be fully powered up as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Second of April. It’s a Sunday.”

The answer is not what he expected. “That’s too early. What’s going on?” He’s pacing around the room, stopping sometimes to either stretch or bend various joints.

“We have a situation…”

As if caught in a loop, you find yourself explaining again what is going on, only this time the interrupting questions are much more tactical of nature. There are better heads planning things, so most of the inquiries are not answered to his satisfaction. He has finally come to a halt again, sitting on the bed with one leg swinging off the edge. Most of the braids are still in his hair, but he seems oblivious to it as he listens carefully.

“What do they expect from me? Do you know?” He is a soldier now, waiting for his mission.

“As I said…we are preparing and setting up all our chess pieces, but we don’t know who we are facing.”

The uncertainty is horrible, because the two of you can’t make any proper plans, but Bucky seems to understand and eventually you are talking about general events in the world since he was put on ice.

The interruption comes in the shape of young and round-faced woman. Her hair is gathered in small knots that have been dyed slightly red. She introduces herself as Nakia and explains that she’ll escort you back to your rooms.

You recognize the route as it is the same you took this morning, and soon you are at the first stop where you have to enter. You stay in the doorway while the one-armed sergeant is shown to his place, officially making him a neighbour for the rest of the stay.

You’re just about to close the door, when Nakia comes half running back. “I am sorry. I have to inform you that you are expected to dine with his majesty this evening. I hope you have something more appropriate to wear.”

Looking down, you suddenly feel extremely self-conscious even though the black jeans and tank top is harmless. Maybe it’s the shoes. Sneakers are not always a crowd-winner. You’ve got a dress and a pair of heels with you (Natasha’s definition of standard equipment on any trip…and now it makes sense), so you nod and the woman leaves, whispering a few instructions to the young guard from yesterday.

In the room next to yours, Bucky has gotten started on a training regiment that would leave most people breathless simply from watching.

Placing the phone to charge next to the little bauble on a chain that you had left on the bedside table this morning, you join in on this side of the wall, trying to keep up with him. It’s hard work and you have to do push-ups with both arms instead of just one. By the time he finally stops, you’re sweating like a horse and gasping for air. It makes the shower feel like a proper prize.

[oldtrain]

'Argentina', The Pride of her Nation

So while looking around on a Reddit post, trying to look for information on why the JNR streamlined some of their C53s, I came across this bizarre feat of engineering.

This is 'Argentina', formerly known as 'President Perón'. A streamlined rebuild of ex Central Córdoba class B22 4-6-2 No.2011, and when I say rebuild, I mean they completely rebuilt the engine from a 4-6-2 Pacific into a 4-8-0 4 cylinder compound.

For context, this is the engine they had before:

And this is after they completed the rebuild and sent it to be exhibited in Buenos Aires around 1949:

Essentially, everything was rebuilt. The boiler was raised and elongated, the chimney shortened to match with the streamlining, the tender was enlarged and two extra cylinders were added for high pressure steam to be utilised (which is what makes it a 4 cylinder compound).

After tests were conducted, it was found that, yeah, they made the engine vastly better than what it once was. "President Peron", as it was known at the time, was said to have 1581 drawbar kW (2100 dbhp) and a power to weight ratio 23.2 kN/metric ton (31 dbhp/ton), which made it on-par with the best in the world at the time, the SNCF 4-8-0 240P class.

The engine's fuel consumption, despite being much bigger and more powerful, was also improved as the firebox had been completely overhauled, using on average 0.3 kg of coal/MJ of energy at a thermal efficiency of 11.9%, a world record for the time! It was also estimated that this thermal efficiency rating is lower than what it truly would've been at peak operation.

Many of the drivers and firemen of 'Argentina' have gone on record to say that it really is an amazing machine to drive. At one point, the railway authorities had heated arguments with the locomotive's creator, Livio Dante Porta, stating that the engine was being overloaded during service runs and couldn't cope with the loads it was handling. So, like any mad engineer at the time, he decided to prove them wrong by overloading the engine past it's weight limit. The engine coped remarkably well, even at one point coming to a gradient that even the fireman remarked would be "impossible to climb". Despite this, 'Argentina' powered up the gradient with ease despite still being overloaded, apparently leaving an inspector on board "red in the face"!

Despite being a streamlined engine, 'Argentina' would only run goods trains up the south west of Buenos Aires until the early 1960s, as by 1961, she would be taken out of service and left in La Plata depot after running over 70000km.

She would remain there until the mid 1970s, where she was then taken out of La Plata to various workshops for safe storage with plans to take her to a proposed transport museum, which would eventually happen in 1996 after a cultural initiative turned FCGP Norte railway station into a transport museum. She would be repainted grey and put on display with various passenger coaches there until 2004, as the Argentine economy got hit with a massive crash in 2001.

Plans before this economic disaster included Porta to get 'Argentina' back into working order, but those plans were quickly scrapped as finances quickly dwindled. She was moved to a shed near the museum, which by this time had closed, to be kept in storage in case any plans arose in the future, though chances of that happening are slim as many of her parts were stolen as the area she resided became abandoned.

Left under a shed with no roof, behind a carriage that also got stripped for parts, she sits waiting for something to happen. There may be one day when she goes back into service, but her future is still unknown.

[hirocimacruiser]

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And yet, it still has the powerful driving feel of a sports car. It's truly a Super Civic.

For example, the new cliff-cut panel in front of the passenger seat provides enough space that there is no need to push the seat back.

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The springs of the front and rear suspensions have been offset to provide a more comfortable ride. The rear also uses a new Honda-style strut system, a world first, to ensure sufficient compliance. The suspension is much tighter.

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Compared to conventional 5-door vehicles, the interior length is 25 mm longer and the interior width is 35 mm wider. Furthermore, the clever use of each space has resulted in an amazingly efficient interior.

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It is a big opening that opens to the full width of the body from a low position, that is, just above the bumper. Moreover, the interior floor is low and flat. Large and wide objects can be easily loaded. The three-stage variable rear seat is extremely practical. It is a design that prioritizes ease of use.

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[akkpipitphattana]

Okokok this episode has all of my neurons firing on all cylinders (despite having some issues). ✨

So, jumping off my last ask, now that they’ve reintroduced the Safeword, especially in a non-sexual setting, I wonder how the topic of touch would be broached again. Clearly Kant is placing an immense amount of trust in Bison by using his Safeword, regardless of whether or not he was regarding him as a Dom in this case. In that sense, I wonder how Bison might go about reaffirming that he understands how monumental that trust is? While I don’t think it will be explored with such nuances, if it’s even touched upon, in the show itself, but I think it’s definitely fascinating to consider the possibilities! (My hands are itching to write something)

In an alternative universe (outside the bounds of the show), I would love to see Kant and Bison explore a non-sexual/lifestyle arrangement. It would be fascinating to see them play out such roles (B/S) outside of the bedroom, in more mundane ways and situations. Whereas I feel they might lean more into the S/M side of things during sexual encounters. Thoughts? 👀

Apologies again for my ramblings, my mind is getting away from me (as I very pointedly ignore my grad school readings and emails) 🫡

Thank you 💜💜💜

what'd i say last time about apologizing 🔪 skjdfhsdkjf fr i love getting these, please keep em coming!

i've already made three separate posts (bonus shorter one, so technically four total) talking about the safe word usage in that scene, so as you can tell it's been making me insane sjdfhsdkjf (though in my defense one of them was prompted by an anon!)

but it's like. when they first introduced the safe word, i don't think kant ever had any intention of using it. like he didn't even seem all that interested in picking one at first, and that's because he knew that using it wasn't actually an option - that part of the reason he was doing it all (outside of actual enjoyment and interest because there was some!) was because he needed bison to trust him. and not only that, but at that time he didn't trust bison, so i don't think kant even realistically knew for sure that if he even used it, that bison would listen. and i think any questions he had about that were sort of proven when bison was drunk/drugged and told kant he hoped he didn't say penguin. (which like! not bison's fault, he was drunk and drugged and didn't know what he was doing - but it likely left very little trust in that regard for kant on a subconscious level)

but a lot has changed since then. and it says so much that even in a nonsexual situation, where bison was not doing this in anyway for their mutual pleasure, kant felt confident enough that if he told bison stop, if he used their safe word, that bison would listen to him. it says so much about how much kant does trust bison, even when he's aiming a gun at him.

like you said, i don't think them exploring that dynamic in such detail is gonna fit into the show time wise (though i do still expect at least one more actual bdsm scene!), but i imagine it is definitely something they'll have to work at slowly. kant clearly trusts bison completely, but they've also still been through a lot, and with their first attempt at the dynamic went, it would make sense for them to sort of back up, reassess, and then go forward. and i think we do already sort of know how bison would handle that, if the scene in the tattoo parlor is anything to go by. even then, he was very careful with kant and checking in constantly, and now after everything, i'm sure it will be much the same - since while i'm sure he'll be more sure now about how willing kant is, he obviously still wants to take care of kant, yknow?

i could definitely see a more lifestyle d/s (i'm assuming you meant d/s and not b/s?) arrangement between them lmao. they're definitely the types, if how much fun kant was having with the whole situation on the island is anything to go by lmao. and i'm sure bison would have enjoyed it too were not for the agony and whatnot. i'm sure their life post-everything getting solved and them (presumably) moving back to the island will look exactly like that, with all the s/m sex they desire skjhfdskf

[scrumptiousbeardturtle-blog1]

Car Parts and Key Components: Proper Uses that Every Beginner Driver Should Know

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This guide will provide you necessary information and useful tips about choosing a reliable auto transport service, common car parts, and basic function of your vehicle for safe driving journey.

Car Parts and It's Basic Function

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The engine generates power, while the transmission transfers that power to the wheels.

Brakes are important for stopping, so understanding how they work will guarantee safety and quickly respond to any unforeseen situations.

The battery powers electrical systems and starts the engine.

Familiarity with fluid levels, such as oil and coolant, prevent overheating and engine damage.

Learning about tire pressure helps maintain traction and safety on the road.

Proper knowledge of these common car parts are important for responsible car owner and safe driving practices.

Today's vehicles are complex machines with many interconnected systems and components. Vehicle owners who understand these simple parts can maintain their cars better and talk effectively with mechanics.

Car Cooling Systems:

Engine and Power-train components

Cooling and exhaust systems

Starting and charging systems

Fuel delivery mechanisms

Braking and steering assemblies

Suspension components

Heating and air conditioning

The engine acts as the vehicle's heart and converts fuel into mechanical energy through controlled combustion. Multiple precision components like the engine block, cylinder heads, camshafts, and crankshaft work together harmoniously.

Supporting systems are equally crucial. The cooling system regulates optimal operating temperatures, and the exhaust system handles waste gasses. The battery and alternator power the starting and charging system, which supplies electrical energy to run the engine and vehicle accessories.

This knowledge helps new car owners during routine maintenance and unexpected problems.

Car owners who understand simple car parts can:

Identify potential problems early

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The drive-train moves power from the engine to the wheels. The braking system creates friction to stop safely. These systems collaborate with steering and suspension components to provide safe, comfortable transportation.

Important Functions of Car Engine

Your car's internal combustion engine transforms chemical energy into mechanical power through a precise sequence of events.

A well-maintained engine runs smoothly and improves your vehicle's performance and longer engine life.

Regular Engine Maintenance Schedule:

Check spark plugs every 30,000 miles

Monitor fluid levels monthly

Inspect air filters regularly for debris

Clean battery connections at the first sign of corrosion

Your engine's combustion chamber acts as a powerhouse that combines fuel and air to generate energy. The spark plug ignites the compressed fuel-air mixture and creates a controlled explosion that moves the pistons. A timing belt keeps all components in perfect sync during this sequence.

Power flows from the combustion chamber through several key steps:

Piston movement converts explosive force to linear motion

Crankshaft changes linear motion to rotational force

Flywheel smooths the power delivery

Transmission system directs power to wheels

A network of components prevents your engine from overheating. The radiator and water pump work together to circulate coolant through passages around the cylinders. Regular inspection of this temperature management system helps avoid repairs that can get pricey.

Your engine needs proper fluid levels to perform at its best:

Engine oil (check monthly)

Coolant

Brake fluid

Power steering fluid

Spark plugs play a vital role in the combustion process. Engine problems develop rapidly if they malfunction. You should inspect them regularly and replace them according to manufacturer specifications.

Understanding basic car parts and key components is important for any beginner driver in San Jose. This knowledge helps you maintain your vehicle and recognize issues early on. Remember the importance of the engine, brakes, and tires, as these are important parts of your vehicle for safe driving.

With this guide, you now have the tools to feel more confident behind the wheel. Always keep learning and be familiarized with every parts of your vehicle.

For more tips on finding a trusted service like auto transport company California, keep exploring our blog.

[meli-writes]

Prescription

/// CW: peril (gunpoint), dubious consent, impact play, partial nudity, whorephobia, and mention of transphobia. ///

The handle came away with an unsettling clatter but, greatly relieving for Lili, could tumble safely away to the carpet. Every other mansion she’d seen was floored-to-ceiling’d with rich, deepening hardwoods as percussive as they were unethically imported.

Someone at last had the unwise taste to make things a bit softer, and no one would hear Lili’s heels clacking away then back to the evening’s do.

She pressed the door openly, slipping through the gap into a gently-lit abyss. No one would notice. Lili turned to peer behind the door and felt a warm, metal cylinder press itself against her cheek. At least that’s what she thought.

The fireplace twinkled and crackled slowly in the shadow’s eyes, Lili looked away burning with terror while her body froze in place. “Gotcha.”

“Goodness me, awfully sorry Mam. Just— getting myself lost is all now.” Perhaps the definitely mob-affiliated lady, tucked away in a dead-quiet study, hadn't just heard several minutes of failed lockpicking, followed by some furious few minutes of unscrewing.

“Hmm. I don’t think I’m as sure, my eyes have followed you all evening, darling. Has something been making you nervous?”

“No no, Mam. Quite ordinary for my face, always greeting with anxiety. And come to mention it, I’m here with—” Smack.

Before she could dare wonder where the barrel was the shadow had circled round and spanked her, then pressed the pistol harshly into the curve of her back, forcing her forward into the room’s centre, away from escape.

“What is it you're looking for?”

“Oh nothing important— please— just, the bathroom?”

Lili hadn’t hydrated for hours beforehand, spiro would get in her way, so even a few sips of dinner’s rosy pairing had left her lightheaded. The shadow’s disbelief smouldered in the pause, before it slammed the door shut and sent Lili’s nails digging into her palms.

“You’ll have your knees on my rug now, darling. Any other move and pop.”

She would have stayed frozen without the fire, it wasn’t the worst to sink down next to it, and most of her was pretty bare at the moment.

Lili held herself close, and still, but her eyes searched till she spied the iron poker just outwith her reach. It was a bit of hope.

“Now, I’m going to need you to answer at least one of my questions properly, or your evening will be much less pleasant than the rest of my guests.”

My rug. My guests. Oh no. “Who do you work for?”

“I was oh—” The shadow uncast itself and she was— incredible. High-heeled boots fell away to a dark and silken affair that made sure to demonstrate every muscle on her.

Lili shuddered, and not only from base intimidation, as a clutch bag was plucked from her fingers. “—accompanying a gentleman, Mam. I work a shop, but… sometimes find myself needing the help.”

The lady pulled a high-cheek higher — stretching lips, painted like dark chocolate, into a grimace. She was perusing through the bag, tossing out six sizes of condom, a packet of makeup wipes, a small granola bar and—

“Hmm, lying.”

—the German-made subcombat was perhaps too much of an upgrade over the typical prostitute’s derringer. It was disarmed quickly and placed on the desk, far out of reach.

“Don’t tell me it’s for self-protection.”

Technically that wasn’t a question, so Lili kept silent. She looked again at the poker — that was closer, for now — but the lady could see her twitching in place. Ca-click.

“Bend over.”

Lili’s breath roared over the flames, hot and heavy with muffled panic.

“I told you, if you won’t tell me when I ask you, then you’ll tell me when I hurt you. Now bend the fuck over.”

Her head juddered, trying to stay up as she bent herself down. Suddenly, desperately, she pulled back up. “Wait! It’s— there’s a rival. But I can’t say more—”

A boot hoisted itself over Lili’s shoulder and stomped her into the carpet, sending her dress rising over her ass. “Because they’ll kill you?”

The sharpened heel dug into her shoulder blade. A smile from above watched as Lili chafed her cheek against the floor, nodding in awkward terror.

The heel pulled free so the lady might kneel down and draw Lili’s face up to hers, the other hand finding itself wrapped around the taught hem of her dress. “Darling, if that’s all you plan to say then I’m going to be the one killing you. And there’s a lot that could happen between when I would, and when they would."

She pulled, exposing terribly insubstantial lingerie and sending the thief sprawling into her own bosom, face blooming red as the thief attempted to withdraw.

“Back down, darling.”

Lili pressed her face against the rug, felt the heat licking at her nearly bare arse, not seeing the crop now resting in the lady’s hands. “It’s, respectfully, more complicated than that, Mam. They’re holding something that I rather need— AHhh.”

The pain was quick, sharp, and heavy. The only relief a better, if bitter, understanding for her present position.

“Continue.” That was just her testing Lili, enjoying her.

“She’s got a hold on all my— Ahh.” Lighter. Lili had slipped and not noticed. “—meds, she has my medication. AHHHh.” Harder, the lady’s twisted version of a reward.

“What kind?” Crop falling before Lili could speak again.

“EEek. Hormones, they’re hormones. I’m—” Lili felt it resting on her, waiting. “Fuck, Mam. I’m a tranny, okay?” She felt the pad drawn up her back, shivering as it slowly pulled away.

“Quite the blasphemous word for yourself, darling. And who is she?”

Lili couldn’t answer that, she couldn’t. If she wasn’t screwed already this would kill her for sure. The rug was stained by a few heated tears, but she hadn’t felt it come back down—

Thwack. The lady’s sympathies had harsh, impatient limits it seemed.

“YAAAHaha. Fuckin’ hells. It’s Coloski, Reb Coloski.”

Lili tried to peek up but was quickly shoved back down, crop pressing against her temple as the lady mused. “Fucking bitch. And how’d you end up stealing for her?”

“I was—” Lili breathed in, and out. It was too late to deal out half-truths. “I ran out of my meds, and they refused me anymore and I couldn’t go back, okay? So, worked the few connections I had, Mam, and I guess it— worked its way up the chain.”

The lady eyed Reb’s thief, her thief now. Every family traded in debts but Coloski always loved to play with vulnerability.

“And now you don’t get any more — until a job is done?”

“No, I— Ahh.”

Not that she didn’t love it also, but this kind was insulting — and not for her to play with.

“Straighten up, darling. Pull those legs apart for me.” Even if the dress wasn’t hiked it wouldn’t have helped now.

Her cock pressed against the ungenerous mesh at her front, the lady brushing her crop against it, drawing it along her thigh, begging to drive out more answers. Or perhaps just a few more squeals.

“She make you do anything else?”

“I’ve had to do things for jobs, Mam, but not for her— Eeeh.” It stinged much more here. The lady need only swipe over, not under, and leave Lili with little padding to save her. “But, she promised she’d help me — Ahh — promised I’d be out of her debt for this job."

“She set you up.”

Lili shivered and blinked, looked at her with dumb shock. A quick smack was enough to squeal her back to her senses. “Eeee-ahh. W-What do you mean?”

“She’s done it before.” The lady nodded her head to the side. “How much do you know about the Victorinos?”

“Only that is their mansion. Boss went missing some years back but then in comes this woman, sister I think, and takes over in his stead. Not my place to ask why, Mam.”

She bent down, graced Lili’s lips for a terrifying moment. Her hair was composed into long, black waves, with a rather predominant nose imposing its own beauty on her face.

She looked in Lili’s eyes and purred.

“This woman.”

“M-m-m-miss Victorino?”

“Yes, darling?” This thief was all hers now. “Did you think I was another lost guest, like you?”

Lili tried, unsure of what she’d even say, to answer. “I— AHHHhh.” It was swift, and hard, and landed much closer to her centre than was bearable.

Vic — Miss Victoria Victorino — was talking now, and her thief needed to shush.

“Bitch sent you into Dante’s Inferno, where it would be quite undue on my reputation for anyone to walk out.”

She started padding the crop against Lili, who tensed at its rhythm and found herself blushing and hardening in response. “There’s a mutual agreement I think, if one meant to test me, to let me dispose of one of her more useless tools, from time to time.”

“Dispose?” THWACK. “YAAAaaah.”

“Kill.”

Vic narrowly missed the luridly pitched lace between Lili’s legs. On purpose — the threat brought her enough joy and there wasn’t quite such an evocative pain to draw from messy, jumbled parts.

Tears parted from the thief’s eyes. “Are you gonna?”

Vic sighed, giving Lili a soft, crooning show of sympathy. Laying the crop behind her and sinking down to Lili’s side, holding stiff as Vic’s arms wrapped around her.

“You’re still a thief, and a liar, and I can’t let you go— but—”

She grabbed Lili by the chin, squishing her cheeks and forcing her to look at a very, very particular cabinet, its contents exposed by crystal glass.

“—do you know what your prescription is?”

---

Lili was still scrambling herself back together as she hurried back to the lobby, pulling her dress the pitiful distance down she could. Miss Victorino was shortly behind her, and even if she tried to run first she’d have to get past—

“There you are, whore. What’re you doing?” Lili's gentleman had his fingers clutched viciously around the whole of her arm, pulling her against a dusty, velvet coat. “Waiting till I’m drunk so you can sneak off without doing what I paid you so damn much for?”

The cheapest bastards always expected the most for it. “N-no sir, but—”

“But nothing. I paid you. You fuckin’ belong to me—”

Lili could hear boots where the carpet ended. Feeling a far tighter grip work its way around her other arm, as the man began to stutter. “W-w-woah, hey! Boss Vic! Man!”

“This one’s mine now, Harv.” Lili saw his eyes widen, for a moment in annoyance, then in fear. He gave way as Vic pulled. “Tell the footman what she owes you, and the right amount. You’ll get double that for your trouble.”

“Of course, ‘course Boss. I won’t forget to—”

“Now. And don’t fucking harass the staff on the way out.” He scrambled, and at least wasn’t Lili’s problem anymore.

Vic groaned in frustration. “And, he in on it?”

Lili was too close to look up, so just shook her head. This part wasn’t a lie. Coloski gave her medication, but Lili still needed the money. And she couldn’t be blamed for a double booking when it’s what got her in here.

“Shame. He calls me man again and he’ll be wishing it was merely treachery. Now, about you– hmm.”

Vic’s closeness was having a certain effect on Lili. She belonged to Vic now, her mind familiar with an ecstatic mote of what that meant.

But whether it was better or worse than Reb, it wasn’t good — the humiliating delirium that fear held over her was clearly visible to Vic. And, to everyone else in view.

Vic pulled Lili close to her chest, running fingers through her hair, bestowing a dignity though only so she could make her lose it again later.

“I think I've entertained enough guests for tonight, you however have scarcely begun.”

---

(Masterpost)

originally written on cohost 10/12/2023, in response to Make Up A Criminal's prompt:

Mob Boss who looks a lot different than they used to

[viaterra256]

All Hard Parts for Motorcycle: Essential Upgrades for Performance and Safety

Motorcycles are more than just machines—they're expressions of freedom, power, and personal style. Whether you're a casual rider or a performance enthusiast, upgrading and maintaining your bike's hard parts is key to ensuring it runs smoothly, looks sharp, and remains safe on the road. These components form the mechanical backbone of your motorcycle, affecting everything from how it handles to how fast it goes.

What Are Motorcycle Hard Parts? Hard parts refer to the essential mechanical and structural components of a motorcycle. These are not cosmetic or soft accessories like seat covers or tank pads—they're the parts that keep the bike running and safe to ride. Common examples include engine parts, suspension systems, brakes, wheels, and frames. Unlike aesthetic upgrades, hard parts directly influence performance, safety, and durability.

Main Categories of Motorcycle Hard Parts Engine components include pistons, valves, camshafts, and crankshafts. Upgrading or replacing these can significantly improve your bike’s horsepower and responsiveness. Exhaust systems are another critical area, comprising headers, pipes, mufflers, and catalytic converters. A performance exhaust can reduce weight, increase power, and give your motorcycle a more aggressive sound. Suspension systems, such as forks, rear shocks, and swingarms, control how your bike handles and absorbs bumps. Quality suspension upgrades offer better control, smoother rides, and safer handling, especially at high speeds or rough terrain. Brake systems consist of rotors, calipers, pads, and master cylinders. These are essential for safety. Upgrading your braking system enhances stopping power and reduces brake fade during aggressive or prolonged riding. Transmission and drivetrain parts like clutches, chains, sprockets, and gearboxes dictate how power from the engine reaches the wheels. High-performance parts ensure smoother shifting, quicker acceleration, and better efficiency. Wheels and tires are foundational for traction, balance, and speed. Lighter wheels and high-performance tires can drastically change how your bike feels on the road or track. The frame and subframe are the bike’s skeleton, supporting every other part. Some riders choose lightweight frames for racing performance, while others upgrade for aesthetics or specific riding ergonomics. Controls and levers such as handlebars, footpegs, brake levers, and shifters are not just for comfort—they’re critical for proper bike control. Premium components offer better grip, adjustability, and feedback. Cooling systems like radiators, hoses, and fans are essential for high-performance engines to avoid overheating and maintain consistent power output. Fuel system parts, including tanks, pumps, injectors, and carburetors, affect how fuel is delivered and consumed. Efficient systems lead to better mileage and smoother throttle response.

Why Should You Upgrade Hard Parts? Upgrading hard parts enhances your motorcycle’s performance, making it faster, more responsive, and more reliable. It also adds to customization, allowing your bike to match your personal style or riding needs. High-quality hard parts offer better durability, meaning fewer breakdowns and lower maintenance in the long run. Most importantly, they improve safety—better brakes, suspension, and control systems make every ride more secure and predictable.

OEM vs. Aftermarket Hard Parts When upgrading your motorcycle, you'll face the choice between OEM (Original Equipment Manufacturer) and aftermarket hard parts. OEM parts are made by the bike's manufacturer and are guaranteed to fit and perform to factory standards. However, they tend to be more expensive and offer limited customization. On the other hand, aftermarket parts are made by third-party companies and come in a wide variety of designs and performance levels. They're often more affordable and customizable, but quality can vary. To ensure safety and reliability, it's crucial to choose well-reviewed brands and parts that are specifically designed to fit your motorcycle model.

Tips for Choosing the Right Hard Parts Before purchasing or installing hard parts, always check your motorcycle’s specifications. Knowing your bike’s make, model, and year helps ensure compatibility. Be clear about your goals—whether it’s increasing speed, improving ride comfort, enhancing safety, or achieving a specific look. Take time to research the best brands, read rider reviews, and if needed, consult with a mechanic for proper installation and advice.

Conclusion Investing in all hard parts for motorcycles is not just about upgrades—it's about transforming your machine into a safer, more efficient, and more personalized ride. From the engine to the brakes, each component plays a vital role in your motorcycle’s performance. Whether you’re tuning your bike for speed, comfort, or endurance, quality hard parts are essential. Choose wisely, maintain regularly, and enjoy the power and freedom your upgraded motorcycle can deliver.