#Types of Puller and Their Uses

[freemusicdonut]

THREE leg bearing puller?

Obviously you can adjust the three legs. So it goes over the bearing grips with the leg here and then you tighten up the central bolt and that'll pull the bearing or gear off a shaft.

3 jaw puller used for?

THREE Jaw Puller?

You can use them to remove gears, pulleys, wheel hubs, all kinds of hard to remove parts. They come in several sizes and are inexpensive. Every garage should have three sizes of 3-jaw pullers in the drawer. Just like the tie rod tools, the center stud is threaded to do the hard work for you.

three basic types of pullers?

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Types of Puller and Their Uses

Type of Puller.

Bearing splitter plates.

2& 3 arms bearing puller.

Internal bearing puller.

puller tool work?

A puller is a tool used to remove parts such as bearings, pulleys or gears from a shaft. They have legs, typically two or three which circle around the back or inside of a part and they also have a forcing screw which centres up against the end of a shaft

need a puller?

Usually, a well-maintained vehicle won't require a brake puller when doing a brake job. However, an older vehicle might have rusted or stuck drum brakes. A brake puller will help break them free. You also may need a brake puller if the brakes have worn down too far

finger puller?

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The Duram finger puller is a pneumatic device designed to quickly help replace old or used picking fingers to maximize efficiency. The Duram finger puller is easy to operate, compact, lightweight and portable. It can easily be carried anywhere with its shoulder strap

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Scream (kinda), Hannibal (TV), Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content, daddy kink (NOT ddlg), blood kink, knife kink

♡notes; i’m alive (ish) !!! i think i forgot how to write but have this

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Jason Vorhees

> he’s a vanilla guy, honestly

> he’s a virgin when you meet and still believes a lot of what his mother taught him

> however, he is eager to please

> so eager to please that with some gentle coaxing, you could get him to try about anything once

> he’s a natural service top- but he’d bottom no questions asked

> in terms of dom and sub dynamics, he fits pretty snugly in the sub category

> but as I said, he’d try anything once, including completely doming you

> and even if he is submissive, the man is tall, wide, and pure muscle

> it’s not hard for him to get rough- sometimes he is without even realizing it

> but the aftercare is always top-notch, he takes care of you the whole rest of the day/night even if it’s not necessary

> funnily enough he thinks oral is pretty scandalous at first, but god he loves when you suck him off, lapping and trying to take all of him even though it’s probably impossible

Bo Sinclair

> maybe listing kinks he doesn’t have would be faster

> in all seriousness, there are quite a few he’d be gunning for when the topic comes up for the first time

> he loves being called daddy or sir, or would accept most other dom titles

> he’s super into roleplay- but he loses the plot pretty fast

> he love love loves tying you up and using you as he pleases

> if you trust him enough he’ll gag you too, and maybe leave you tied up while he goes to take care of business

> he likes spanking and biting and bruising your hips from gripping you too tightly

> and he likes kissing all of the little marks he left for days afterwards

>making sure they heal properly, he always says, though he’s quick to replace them

> if you can manage to get him to sub- big if- he’s an incredibly whiny and desperate brat. but taking him can be fun.

Billy Lenz

> he’s the switch of the century 🔥🔥🔥

> he alternates so frequently between praise and degradation that it’s jarring at times

> “oh just look at my pretty whore- you like billy’s cock? take it like the fucking slut you are—“

> and he loves loves loves being on the receiving end of both as well

> he has an oral fixation, big time. And if your fingers aren’t in his mouth, his fingers are in yours

> and, to no one’s surprise, he loves phone sex

> he’ll call you from the attic as foreplay

> and he loves watching you, peeping through the wall as you put on a show for him

> he loves edging- mostly on the receiving end

> and when he finally cums, he wants it to be all over your face or chest.

Danny Johnson

> borderline exhibitionist. maybe not even borderline.

> y’all are fucking in the car, in alleys, anywhere you can have just enough privacy

> and man oh man, is he going to take so many pictures of you

> posed on the bed or on your knees in front of him or freshly fucked and nearly in tears

> when he has you screaming, he wants to hear his name, not anything else

> he’s a hair puller, and he’s more than happy to choke you

> if you ask nicely, that is. he’ll have you beg for most things

> he calls you his kitty or puppy, or baby doll if you don’t like either of those

> if you stroke his ego and praise him, he’ll do absolutely anything you want

> he’ll even be a good boy and bottom for you if he trusts you enough - though he’s an absolute pillow prince when he does bottom

Hannibal Lecter

> debatably the “worst” of the bunch

> he’s the type to really commit to BDSM dynamics

> you WILL call him master, and he’ll probably call you “my pet”

> he likes choking, spanking, the whole nine yards that a lot of the other

> but he very much has a knife kink, and a blood kink. he likes giving little nicks and lapping the blood up, getting a proper taste of you

> of course he can live without it, but if you let him indulge you’d be greatly rewarded

> and even with his strictly dominant nature, he is a very generous master

> he loves going down on you, and he loves overstimulating you when he does

> he’ll have you whining before he gets past your thighs, seeming to always know just what to do make you squirm

[cottoncandyswisherz]

everybodys type (pt. 2)

yall this is not edited all the way because i have shit going on but bookie is going through it so yuh

bf!matt x black!reader

warnings: dom!matt, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, overstimulation

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as she sat in the passenger seat y/n bobbed her head to the music playing on aux. her hand was placed on top of matts, which was wrapped tightly around her upper thigh.

never had she ever wanted to wear a skirt, but in this moment, wearing leather pants, she wish she'd been a skirt girly.

but she wasnt. so she settled for the tantalizing stroke of her thigh and returned it with a rub up his forearm.

then her song started playing.

as jaqueese's voice filled the car, she tried her hardest to wait until they got home because she knew that matt was a very attentive driver. but as soon as she heard,

giving you the best you ever had, babe, make me feel like you aint never had it.

she folded.

and when i say folded i mean literally.

she unbuckled her seatbelt, turned to face her man and folded over the center console in order to have the access she needed.

"y/n baby what are you doing..." matt asked, confused as to why she was so weirdly positioned.

she ignored him and began to kiss his neck. sucking on his pale skin, making her way to his jaw, grabbing his chin and turning him to leave a peck on his lips, then allowing him to return his focus to the empty road.

"bab-" matt was cut off by y/n guiding her hand down his chest, past his abdomen, finally reaching his lap.

she reached in his sweats and began to stroke him in the darkness.

"shit" matt jolted at the contact "y/n im so fucking serious. stop. im driving, we're gonna crash." but his words went in one ear and out the other.

she continued to stroke him, teasing her index finger over his tip. "baby just try to focus."

at this point matt knew she wasnt letting up. so he pulled into a rest stop and went all the way to back, where no other cars were, and allowed her to do her thing.

he was going to let her have her fun, because he knew when he had his, it would be worth the frustration he was feeling in that moment.

"go ahead baby. 'do your big one' as you say." he said, tugging his sweats past his knees and freeing his dick of his boxers.

she smiled and placed a kiss to his lips before leaning down and getting to work.

she wrapped her hand around his length at the base and began stroking him again, getting him fully hard. matt was enjoying the moment with his hands behind his head, tugging softly at his curls.

"stop playing and suck it." he grunted. "thats what you wanted right? my dick in your mouth?"

he hissed as he felt her take him in her mouth. his head fell back against the seat as she pulled up and spit, immediately going back down, with hollowed cheeks.

matt, being the supportive boyfriend he was continued to praise y/n, rubbing her back and keeping her hair out of her face, which sent flutters to her pussy.

y/n found a rhythm, bobbing her heard a even pace, making sure matt felt every second of it, which drove him crazy, but he was never a head pusher.

he was more of a head puller.

he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her off him. "you done?" he asked, holding eye contact with his girlfriend who's lips were wet with spit.

she nodded meekly, closing her eyes. trying to get her breathing back to normal.

"use your words my love." he gripped her jaw, causing her to open her eyes and say, "yes, sir."

at that, he pulled her into a rough kiss, a contrast of tongue and teeth. he swallowed the moan that slipped out of her at the intensity of the situation.

"get in the back and strip." he told her as he released his hold on her.

as she followed his instructions, he pulled his boxers and sweats back up and pulled out his phone, playing his song.

brents voice surrounds him as he gets his head in the space it needed to be in for what had planned for his woman.

angel of the night i drown between your thighs im still here, aint no excuse, baby

getting out of the drivers seat and opening the back door on the drivers side, he was pleased to see that y/n had did what he said. she was bare, in nothing but her red panties, sitting up against the door, her closed legs pointing to him.

"open your legs."

she followed his directions, bending her legs, and opening them. normally she'd put up more of a fight, but matt seemed so... calm. so serious. like he wasn't even mad any more.

but y/n knew that wasn't the case. matt was a very serious driver. he did everything in his power to not put people in danger and she contradicted that tonight. so she knew whatever he was cooking in his head was gonna be really good for him and really bad for her.

"you always have had a patience problem sweetheart." he started, getting up on his knees and planting a kiss on her lips. "never willing to wait for the things you want." he kissed down her neck, focusing on that spot behind her ear that sent shivers down her spine. "sometimes it admirable." he continued kissing her neck, moving to the other side. "others its fucking annoying." he bit down on the hickey he just left.

"fuck" y/n hissed.

matt began kissing down her body, licking the valley between her breasts. "i think we need to do some character building." he kissed her left nipple. "what do you think?" the right one now. he looked up at her and saw her eyes were trained on him in the dark car.

he bit down on where he'd just kissed, "i asked you a question."

"yes" she sighed. "yes we can do whatever you want baby."

with that, he traveled the distance down to her pussy, which was covered in her ruined red silk panties. wrapping his arms around her plush thighs, gripped them and planted a trail of open-mouthed kissed to her core.

he licked a stripe along his girlfriends panties, earning a groan from her.

moving her panties to the side, he repeated his previous action on her bare slick folds before glaring up at y/n and saying " cum when you need to but i swear to god, if i hear you, the panties are going in your mouth." before placing an open-mouth kiss on her clit.

she bit her inner cheek, in order to prevent any sound from escaping but her hips buck, only to be slammed back down by his strong hand so he could continue the attack on her senses.

he kissed her core again, closing his eyes and diving in, as if he was terminally ill and her pussy was the only cure. sucking her clit, he buried two fingers into her, automatically using the speed of lightening mcqueen himself.

"oh my fuck.." y/n moaned out, completely forgetting about matts previous instructions. she was quickly reminded of them though, when he pulled his mouth off her, continuing the thrusting of his fingers.

"what the fuck did i just say?" he asked, curling his fingers into the spongy part of her and stuffing her underwear into her mouth. he went back to her pussy, sucking on her clit while using his tongue to trace patterns on the bud.

y/n was going insane. her eyes were screwed shut and her hands found refuge in his brunette locks. she felt that knot unravelling in her stomach.

just when she was about to cum, everything stopped. his fingers pulled out of her, his mouth was now in her line of sight as he stared down at her with a wicked smile on his face.

removing her panties from her mouth y/n asked, "w-what are you doing?"

"character building."

"wha-" y/n was cut off by matt thrusting into her at full force, knocking the air out of her lungs.

she felt nothing but pure bliss. matt was hitting every spot. every spot that drove her insane. every spot that nipped at her soul.

"you." stroke. "dont." stroke. "listen." matt grunted in her ear raising her leg so her thigh pushed her chest.

"matt im gonna-"

"don't you fucking dare." he demanded, grabbing her chin that had rolled to the side. he bore deep into her coffee-black eyes. "you're gonna hold it. because you're gonna learn patience. right baby?"

she responded with babble and breathless pants.

he gripped her chin tighter. "words, my love."

"please! fuck- please matt! i need it!"

"need what?"

"i n-need to cum. please baby i'll do anything."

"anything?"

"yes! fuck!" it was beginning to be too much for y/n. her vision was dotting and her fingers we're losing feeling. but every part of her body was set of fire when she felts matts warm mouth on her pussy.

"holy shit..." her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body tightened.

"cum, y/n." matt said, plunging two fingers into her core.

with that simple command she let go.

y/n began to shake and pray to whatever god there was, thanking them for the gift that was matthew sturniolo.

matthew sturniolo who rode y/n through her high, and continued to give her multiple highs eventually bringing her to literal tears until all that was left of his beautiful, strong girlfriend was a twitching, drooling, babbling mess.

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holding her brown legs in his inked arms, he rubbed her feet and asked "what did we learn?"

"patience." y/n hummed.

"good girl."

"i didnt know good girls were your type."

"oh baby..." matt kissed her pinky toe. "you're everybodys type."

niyah speaks💗 for my lilly bae

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and my mommy i mean me)

taglist: @mattslolita @summerssover @jnkvivi @sturnsslut

[ohthewh0rror]

TOM RIDDLE : DATING HEADCANONS

A/N: Pls keep in mind this man is not mentally sound, so he is going to be toxic in some way. But, if you’re like me, you love a walking red flag, so let’s go. 😗

King of gaslighting, especially when it comes to shifting blame and countering/denial.

Doesn’t like owning up to anything he may have done to hurt your feelings. I don’t think you’ll ever get a genuine apology out of this man unless he’s done/said something that could end the relationship.

Not interested in you at first. Your looks meant nothing to him, he only became attracted to you after getting to know you.

Not experienced. At all. Despite being very handsome and charismatic, he has no interest in simple hookups. You’d be his first and last lover.

Very possessive. Not the typical jealous type either, he won’t physically fight anyone over you, but will try to isolate you from anyone who could take your attention away from him.

For lifers. You two ain’t breaking up. Go ahead and get that thought out your mind. Better yet, he’ll remove it for you.

Wont spend every waking moment with you, as he has other (not very good things) to do. But, he will make time for you.

Controversial: does not include you in what he’s doing. You’ll know he’s up to something, but until it’s at the point where he can’t hide it anymore, he’s not involving you. He sees it as his way of protecting you.

Not into PDA, and isn’t overly affectionate, but he’s not completely closed off either.

His affection is a little more subtle. Holding hands under the table, a hand on your lower back, brushing your hair off your shoulder, a quick peck on the corner of your lips, etc.

Not a hugger, his hugs are awkward, he won’t stop you if you come in for one though.

Does use pet names/nicknames for you, and they’re not always degrading.

In the bedroom he might call you out your name, but outside the bedroom he either calls you ‘sweatheart’, ‘darling’, or just a shortened version of your name. (He’s called Bellatrix, Bella, so I will hear no criticism on this one.)

Doesn’t have a high sex drive, can go a week or two without it. Knows you have needs though, and won’t protest if you buy stuff to get yourself off in the meantime.

Likes to be called ‘sir’ or ‘master’ in the bedroom.

Hair puller, ass slapper, calls you ‘slut’ kind of kinky. So not into anything crazy, but not completely vanilla either.

Not the king of aftercare by any means, but won’t leave you to completely fend for yourself either. Typically only brings you what you need to cleanup.

Doesn’t exactly cuddle? this is honestly the closest you’re getting to cuddling with him.

Doesn’t like talking about his feelings, and will never completely open up to you. Will listen to your problems though! Even if he doesn’t particularly care.

Do not complain to him unless you want him to just give you “solutions”. If you expect him to just listen to you complain and not give any advice, please save your breath. Doesn’t understand that some people just need to talk about their day to feel better and don’t want unsolicited advice about what to fix.

Father/Marriage Bonus:

Will marry you. Like an actual wedding band/ring, you in a pretty white dress/outfit, and a first dance type of wedding. Granted no one else will be there, just the two of you. But it’s special, a very intimate day.

Does he want kids? No. If you do get pregnant on accident will he be happy? Hell no. But, it’s not the end of the marriage. If you want to keep the baby he won’t protest, but is straightforward in telling you that he is taking a backseat in raising the child if you choose to keep it.

He’s a boy dad. Stays true to his word and you do pretty much all the child raising, only holds/takes care of the child if you ask him to.

Is low-key happy once the child goes away to Hogwarts. Would never tell you that though.

[sparklesdogs]

A Drabble for TF: One

First off: A warning.

This drabble WILL contain spoilers from TF: One. Everything that is a spoiler will be under the -keep reading- line. This, unfortunately, includes the summary because I couldn't think of any other way to describe what I'll be writing about.

And hey, if people enjoy this, maybe I'll write more? Can't help it, I love this type of AU and it was the first thing that popped in my head. Starscream's appearance SLIGHTLY made that AU-itch happy.

Summary: Something that D-16, Elita One, and Bumblebee didn't realize when they encountered the mecha-deer herd on the surface was that they had a care-taker.

Characters: D-16, Bumblebee, Elita One, Orion Pax

Background: In this AU, D-16 was more rebellious and participated in the race himself. Orion Pax does not exist in the mines. More will be explained in the drabble.

Without further adeu:

Cybertron's surface was truly beautiful. Despite the fear they initially felt from the unknown and the constantly shifting surface, when you took a moment to just look, you could see why everyone used to live there.

Mountains grew and disappeared in a blink. Old structures were hidden and unveiled in moments.

Wild turbo-foxes and mecha-deer hunted and grazed in the rolling fields. Cyber-wolves prowled along ridges, seemingly able to tell how the terrain would shift before it even began.

This was the surface that greeted D-16, Elita One, and Bumblebee after their train crashed.

Despite their initial crash from the unexpected tsunami of metal, it was stunning.

D-16 idly recalled the ancient texts that had been smuggled to him during his few breaks or right before recharge. He knew that, once, Cybertronians didn't need to hide underground. Back in the times of the original thirteen Primes, Cybertronians had been divided into tribes.

The ever-graceful Seekers. The quick and musical Polyhexians. The stern and no-nonsense Praxians. The violent, but mostly misunderstood Warframes. The Pullers who relished in hauling large objects long distances. And so on and so forth. All nomadic, following the mechanimals that drove their way of life. All avoiding each other. All destroyed in the original Quintesson War.

It was assumed that large cities like Iacon and Kaon arose when the thirteen joined together and ushered the remnants of their tribes underground. They each recognized that their own tribe would only be able to survive through co-operation. And so, the surface of Cybertron was abandoned.

But as the small trio stared out over the vast open spaces, D-16 couldn't help but wonder why nobody had ever bothered trying to return. Yes, Sentinel Prime had said that the surface was uninhabitable and it was too dangerous, but had no one ever actually tried to return?

Maybe it was because mechs started emerging cog-less. It was dangerous enough for mechs to survive WITH their cogs. What chance did a cog-less mech have? If they couldn't transform to speed away from danger or to evade a rapidly-changing landscape? Somberly, D-16 brushed a servo over the empty hole in his chest. Right where a cog would be in a mech that had one.

"They're so.. elegant." Elita One suddenly whispered, yanking D-16 out of his thoughts.

"And friendly too!" Bumblebee chuckled, somehow having gotten close enough to one of them to swipe a servo over it's flank. Even more surprisingly, the mecha-deer didn't move away or even seem startled by the action. In fact, it turned to nuzzle it's face into Bumblebee's servo and started snuffling around, as if looking for a treat. They reminded D-16 of the cyber-hounds that only the most elite of the elite owned in Iacon.

"Yeah. How.. strange." D-16 said, shifting forward to hesitantly pet the mecha-deer himself. Despite being made of metal, they were surprisingly soft on the head and wiry on the rest of the body.

Unbeknownst to the trio that was now excitedly petting the mecha-deer (who was greedily lapping up the attention), they were being watched by someone far less friendly.

A pair of light blue optics glared at the group from where they were hidden in a nearby uncovered set of ruins. The figure that belonged to the pair of optics had darted into the ruins to observe the group as they got closer. Their eyes darted between the herd and the group, clearly wanting to keep an eye on both.

Suddenly, the mecha-deer jerked their head into the air, no longer responding to the petting. The other deer and the hidden figure shortly followed. One after another, the lights on the mecha-deer's antlers started flashing red and they bolted. They scattered in many directions, much to the frustration of the hidden figure. If only he still had his cyber-hound. Now, it'll take forever to round them back up himself.

His optics snapped to the trio who was just staring after the herd. It was only when they finally turned around did they finally see the danger looming above the clouds. Poor mechs seemed confused and startled. They began to run towards the ruins.

How ineffective, the figure thought. Why not just transform and speed away?

As the group raced by, the figure reached out and grasped one of them (the small, yellow one he silently noted) and pressed him up against the wall. The other two (the pink one and the gray one) quickly took note and, even though they glared at him in suspicion, followed his action.

D-16 observed this new figure with suspicion and surprise. The figure was primarily red and blue with silver accents. The most startling part of him were his light blue optics and splatters of.. paint? that stood out against his primary colors. He had seen blue optics before, yes, but none as bright and light as these. The strange paint was mainly splatters of purple, green, and white. They marked the mech in elegant (but messy) swirls and symbols he had never seen before.

The mech put a digit up to his intake, indicating that the group should remain quiet. Since this new mech seemed to know more about what was going on than they did, they listened. Even though they didn't need to breathe, every bot present held their breath.

Suddenly, one of the mecha-deer darted into the ruins. Almost immediately, a red light beam from above began to track the deer. The new mech's engine started to quietly growl before he quickly cut it off. After a few seconds of tracking the deer, the small red beam burst into a blinding light. Each mech was briefly blinded. When they looked back where the deer had been, the deer was gone. What looked like bits of metal and energon were sucked into the sky and the air returned to silence.

A small distance from the ruins, a red grid emerged from the sky. The red and blue figure's optics widened and he began to usher the group towards one of the buildings that still had enough of a roof to cover them. The trio saw where he was shoving them and nodded, quickly and quietly starting to run. They had to avoid stray red beams occasionally, but Elita and D-16 made it over quickly.

Bumblebee, on the other hand, was slower and more clumsy. The red and blue figure clearly slowed themselves to keep pace with the ex-trash-sorter, but was looking more and more nervous as the grid grew closer.

Finally, clearly fed up with the slow pace, the figure swooped up Bumblebee into a bridal carry. Both Elita and D-16 were shocked that the small, lithe figure was able to lift Bumblebee, let alone without slowing his pace!

Right before the grid reached them, the figure lunged towards a narrow beam that covered a small patch of ruins. The figure clutched Bumblebee as close to himself as possible and both they and Bumblebee closed their optics as the grid slowly passed over them.

When nothing immediately happened, they cracked their optics open just to see as the grid completely passed over the beam. The figure kept Bumblebee clutched to their chest until the beam finally disappeared. Even after that, they continued to hold Bumblebee for a few kliks before letting the small yellow bot drop to the ground with a yelp.

The figure then turned very angry optics onto the entire trio.

"Who are you?! Why are you here? Do you have any idea what you just caused?! Now I have to move the herd again!" The figure started shouting, pointing his index digit at the group angrily.

Unfortunately for him, the trio did not understand his language at all and only heard what sounded like rather irate clicks, whistles, and beeps. When he realized that the group was just staring dumbly at him, his irritation turned to confusion.

"Um, hello? Do you understand me?" He asked, optical ridges furrowed.

"Uh, hello!" Elita, ever the go-getter, responded first with a wave. The figure simply tilted his head and managed to look more confused.

"Great. Cybertronians who don't speak basic." He mumbled to himself.

"Do you speak Iaconian?" Elita asked.

"I-uh-cone-ee-an?" The figure asked, testing out the word in his intake.

"Yeah, Iaconian. You know? What everyone in Iacon speaks." D-16 piped up. The figure's gaze turned to him.

"I-uh-con?" The figure asked, olfactory sensor scrunching as if the words had a nasty smell.

"Yup! That's where we're from! Iacon!" Bumblebee cheerfully added.

"So I'll take it that you don't speak it based on your reaction to words most mechs know." D-16 stated gruffly. The figure may not have known what he was saying, but he could certainly understand the tone. His gaze turned to a glare again. As he opened his intake and raised his index digit again to likely start lecturing the other, Elita piped up.

"Ok! How about introductions? I'm Elita One." She said, pointing to herself with a smile. "Elita One!" She repeated.

"I'm B-127 or Bumblebee, but I'm trying to make Badassatron a thing!" Bumblebee said. When the figure only looked at him more confused, he chuckled and rubbed the back of his helm. "Bumblebee." He said simply.

"D-16." D-16 said simply. When three sets of optics turned to him, the figure responded.

"I'm named after the constellation Orion, but sometimes the others call me Pax because they say I'm generally one of the peaceful ones." The figure chuckled to himself.

"So.. Orion Pax?" D-16 asked. The figure- newly dubbed Orion Pax- shrugged.

"Close enough."

Ending note: Whew! That's all I've got. Let me know if this sounds interesting. I welcome all critiques and comments. Will probably post this on my AO3 in the morning too. Probably.

[redr0sewrites]

Kafka (HSR) Headcanons

REQS R STILL OPEN<3 KAFKA IS SO PRETTY OMFG I LOVE WOMEN AUUUGH

🥀CW: Smut in the nsfw part, bondage, marking, overall kinky stuff, non-sexual nudity mentioned in the sfw part

🥀 minors dni with the nsfw portion

SFW:

god i love women

kafka is often very busy, so i see her love language as words of affirmation

she loves flirting with you and whispering sweet things in your ear just to watch you get flustered

she can often be very touchy and flirty, however if it makes you uncomfortable she is shockingly good with boundaries and will simply give you space why would u say no tho

she loves having your head in her lap while she plays with your hair

she enjoys taking baths with you, esp after long or difficult missions

she will go all out, she will light candles, put rose petals and bubbles in the water, epson salt cuz its soothing, anything you like. there WILL be romantic music playing softly in the background, i said what i said

she likes to give you back massages and will give you small kisses on the back of your neck

she is VERY protective of you, i wouldnt say to a super controlling level but enough where she gets jealous pretty easily

she is actually so bad at dropping hints like she will flirt with anyone and anything but the second she caught feelings for u she had no idea what to do

she legit just teased u and made fun of u, you would probably think she hated you for awhile until you figured out that she was obsessed with u

have u seen her fit? yall def share a closet

her clothes are your clothes and vice versa

seeing you in her clothes sets something off in her i swear

this often leads to steamy makeout sessions and yk what else

SHE LOVES DOING YOUR MAKEUP AND HAIR SHE WOULD HELP YOU GET READY EVERY DAY IF SHE COULD

she will also let you do hers, but not super often since shes kinda busy sometimes and doesnt want to take forever getting ready

the type of person who can walk for hours and hours forEVER in super tall heels/platforms or "walk it off" after literally being beaten to near death in battle but will complain for days if she gets even the tiniest paper cut

likes giving back hugs

this is random but i feel like she eoukd enjoy puzzles and word games

YALL R THE TYPE TO GO ON FANCY DATES YALL R THE BIGGEST POWER COUPLE EVER

she always, ALWAYS pays for u, holds the door for u, she will hold ur shoes if they're bothering u/she will carry u if she can, LITERALLY A MIX BETWEEN GENTLEMAN AND MILF BEHAVIOR

she will prob introduce u to the other stellaron hunters if u dont already work w them

her friends r ur friends now

yall have self care dates where u get ur nails, hair, and skin care done and go to fancy spas or get massages im too broke to do this idk what people actually do at a spa

overall amazing and wonderful we ignore the fact that shes insane bc its hot

NSFW:

here we gooo

switch energy SWITCH ENERGY

when shes more subby shes still in control, i feel like she would def be a power bottom at least

really enjoys commanding you and ordering you around, gets off on your obedience and your disobedience

HAIR PULLER

she WILL wear a strap and use toys on you, putting a vibrator to your clit/cock while your tied down and watching you squirm and whimper, using leg spreaders to hold ur legs apart while she eats u out/sucks u off, paddles, rods/dildos, thrusting vibrators, she has it ALL

if u dont have stereotypically "female" genitals/or even if u do, she will peg u. there is no escaping it. she will overstimulate you and she will fuck u until ur begging for her to stop, thighs shaking, chest heaving, sobbing and pleading for a break

IDK IF I SAID THIS ALREADY BUT SHE WILL TIE U DOWN AND SHE WILL USE INTRICATE AND PRETTY DESIGNS AND ROPES TO DO SO

she very much enjoys riding ur face, seeing your face covered in her slick below her... godd ur gonna be up the whole night

exhibitionist (i am prob spelling this wrong💀) SHE LIKES PRESSING U UP AGAINST WINDOWS WHILE THERES PEOPLE OUTSIDE AND FUCKING U FROM BEHIND WITH HER STRAP

"oh? your upset about them seeing us? so what? dont worry your pretty little head about trivial things like that dolly, i'll take care of everything for you~" *proceeds to fuck u until ur babbling and no more worried are forming in ur head*

into sensory play as well

ur tied down and blindfolded and she will blot hot air against ur cunt/cock, run an ice cube up and down ur thighs, leave hickeys or kisses on ur thighs, trace a feather around ur chest and trail it down ur abdomen, just above where u want her, so close but so, so far...

perhaps she has a mommy kink, but it would take a little while to discover it 👀

wears lingerie on a regular basis and will strip in front of u at the end of the day leaving u in flustered in shock she loves seeing u all flushed and embarrassed omg

tease teas tease sOO UNFAIR

WILL TEASE U FOR DAYS ON END JUST TO GET U TO SUBMIT

OVERALL THE PERFECTEST AND HOTTEST LOVER U CAN EVER IMAGINE

hi guys cant believe i just wrote this anyways can u tell i have a preference LMFAOO shes just so cool <3 i might have a type *side eyes kindael, kafka, rosaria, and all the other pink/red associated women who r also fucking insane that i simp for* sorry i havent been super active lately, i prob wont be for a little while im going on vacation. however, reqs are still open i am BEGGING for reqs lmao😭 hope u enjoyed! lmk of any errors/gendering issues, hope u enjoyed

[ddymarie]

My personal view of BNHA

MEN✨

° Katsuki bakugo

Bakugo gives me that mafia husband vibe.

Idk he's seems so dominate.

Harsh lover.

This doesn't make him soft... Tho

Especially during sex. I can never write it down but loves to slap you, your face, your cunt, your ass.

This man will definitely make you suck his fingers.

Very much enemies to lovers

Hate sex, slow sex

° izuku midoryia

Awww deku,

He's soft, but definitely not a beat around the bush kinda guy.you want something tell em

All about teasing and pleasing.

Hes affectionate always has his hands on you. Your in public. Arms around your waist. Chilling in the kitchen. Chopping vegetables next to ya. On the couch your on his lap. Having sex your on his face.

Reads you like a magazineeee.

Friends to lovers

He knows everyone

° Keigo takami

Yalll this mannnn.

I see him to be a spitter. A fuckboy.

Definitely would be your summer fling

But then there's innocent keigo

He's all about giving you your personal space. " I don't wanna invade " .

Always taking you on dates.

Sex every night is a NEED.

I feel like he would be into videoing it. Private collection in his phone of you and you👀 . Yk that vibe. Private relationship

Always been around you but never interacted with you so

Definitely strangers to lovers

° shinsou hitoshi

Always brings you gifts.

FREAKYYY ASFFF

Tie you up. Cuff you.

Degrading you.

Always whispers in your ear. EVEN DURING A NORMAL CONVO

He's an ass guy. Hands always on your body

Hair puller

Fuck buddies to lovers

° Eijiro Kirishima

Never wears a shirt

Very "whatever you want, princess" and just spoils you cause it's a manly thing to do

Friends to lovers trope.

Always touching on his muscles.

He's always had you messaging him.

He LOVESSS HEAD

Loves to finger you.

Not the freakkyyy type. But definitely surprised when you say "blindfold me ".and does it

i feel like he would role play to set the mood then having you scream his name and dropping the act.

He never locks the door. Anyone just walks in. Morning sex addict.

" great way to start the day you know " he says

Always holding your hand, or has you holding his elbow. Sitting you on his lap

This man would hang off the door frame

Shirt sliding up a little. While he's all sweaty from being in the gym.

Always uses you as a extra weight to lift 🏋

The end ✨

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Saheb, Bibi Aur Ghulaam

#1

For IPKKND’s 13th anniversary, hosted by the lovelies @arshifiesta

1903, Kolkata

Nandkisore sat by the ghats, watching the sun set on the Ganges. Devotees offered prayers while lovers sat in the ferries, gently bobbing from one end of the river bank to the other.

Not too many summers ago he had arrived, with barely a paisa in his pocket, and only a few local words that he had picked from fellow travellers.

“What were you thinking about sahab?” Mohan, his rickshaw puller, asked. Nandkisore chuckled at being referred as a sahab. It would take him some time to get used to that honorific. Granted, his patent for a new type of printer at the printing press gave him a financial security that his ancestors had never seen, but that couldn’t really make him a sahab.

Nandkisore pointed to the sprawling mansion across the river.

Sheesh Mahal

Owned by the richest zamindar in the city. By a true sahab - Arnav Mullick.

“Oh Maa! Did you know him? Were you both friends? Is that how you learned how to make money?” Mohan asked.

“No, Arnav sahab was my employer,” Nandkisore said. The formidable Arnav Mullick was nobody’s friend but his kindest, sweetest wife was the closest friend Nandkisore ever had.

And the only thing he learned in the godforsaken house was tragedy.

— — —

1897, Kolkata

The white marbles and mirrors of Sheesh Mahal made it stand like a diamond amidst the city. A step into the haveli and one would think another city lived inside it. Water fountains to an army of servant, Nandkisore hoped to find some employment within that army.

As a Punjabi lad he struggled to find meaning between all the Bengali words thrown left and right at him, but he was able to piece together what all the househelp agreed on.

Since he hadn’t seen the haveli in entirety yet, he must see the central courtyard! Chhote sahab, although strict, disposed the idea of servants not being allowed in certain areas or using separate cutlery.

Huh, it was surprising that in a house of two brothers it was the younger one that wielded more power.

But why would anyone be surprised? Given his progressive ideals that made him a favorite amongst the workers and a sore in the eye among other zamindars, London return Chhote sahab brought the financially wrought Mullick household into prosperity.

The househelp clearly favoured him, reciting some of his speeches as well. For those who blamed modernization and London as an influence for his liberalism, he laughed that studying the English and seeing the effects of their Industrial Revolution opened his eyes in ways one could never imagine.

So Nandkisore was eager to meet Chhote Sahab. But before that - a trip to the main courtyard. There were whispers of tapestry belonging from the Mughal eras, intricate woodwork that took countless hours and men to produce, ingenious architecture that illuminated the courtyard at all times of the day.

Except nothing caught Nandkisore’s eyes apart from the lady in red, sitting on a swing.

“That’s Choto boumaa,” one whispered.

Nandkisore reddened, for having admired the wife of Chhote Sahab. But there was a genuine goodness in her that radiated an aura of kindness, of childishness.

Little bells chimed in the air as the youngest bride of the house swung high, her alta stained feet adorned with heavy payals, a Jalebi in her hand.

None could ever look at her with an evil eye. She was a good person. He knew it. He believed in it.

The bahu nearly jumped off the swing when a babu appeared. Given the way he strode to her with two helpers who had a pile of gifts - sarees and jewleries - that must be Chhote Sahab!

Then why did a chill run up Nandkisore’s spine?

“Dada, you have no business gifting things to my vwife.” A man strode into the courtyard, his gait enough to frighten the babu’s two helpers.

Tall, sharp nosed and not a hair out of place. His eyes held an icy wrath that could shake the soul out of any ordinary man. Nandkisore knew that that man had to Chhote Sahab.

Then who was the other man? And why was he gifting Chhoto Boumaa?

A bile rose up in NK’s through as understanding dawned.

“A wife who spends all her time alone? Perhaps you and I aren’t that different Chhote,” The babu scoffed.

“If I find you, again, near my wife, then you can find yourself another home.” The young bride cowered behind her husband - clenching her saree in anxiety.

“ARNAV! HOW DARE YOU!”

“Keep your voice down Shyam Mullick, if it wasn’t for boudi’s plea then…”

Of course, the other babu was Barrister Shyam Mullick. The older son, the heir eclipsed by his younger brother.

Shyam threw the gifts aside and stormed off. Nandkisore breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God Chhote Sahab had arrived in time, if not then Chhoto Boumaa would have had to deal with the sleaze of a brother in law-

“Your greed has no end, does it?” She yelped, her arms in Arnav’s brutal grip.

“Na, na ami-” her soft pleas for mercy had no audience in him.

Nandkisore dropped a metal bowl and ducked, Arnav sprang apart from his wife and walked away, while the fragile woman picked up the fallen Jalebi from the floor to put it away.

Her eyes were full of tears, and Nandkisore rued on the fate she had. Her home had two men who abused her and she had nowhere to run.

He was thankful Chhote sahab didn’t see him drop the bowl.

He was careful to tiptoe away.

“Darao,” he halted at Chhoto Boumaa’s order. She studied his face for a moment.

“Shukriya,” she whispered.

“Oh no no, please Chhoti Malkin-”

“Call me Khushi please,”

�� — —

A/N; finally!!! Here’s my little contribution to the festival! Enjoy enjoy and let me know your thoughts 😊

[runwayrunway]

Miss Conenginality No. 3 - Boeing 757-300

Don't get me wrong. I like all types of 757. I think it's a wonderful little airframe, a nice mid-range plane, sort of what Boeing has been trying to turn the 737 into instead of leaving her stubby like she was meant to be. But there's just no getting around it.

Boeing 757-300 is the world's longest type of normal girl*.

*single-aisle twinjet airliner

I don't think I need to explain any more, so instead I'll just show you a few more of her.

The long straight line on the aughts' United livery really just makes it even clearer that this is as stretched as a plane can get. I think this plane is longer than most racetracks.

Normally a plane needs to have teeny rear-mounted engines and really set-back wings to look this long, but the 757-300 manages it by just taking an existing airframe and putting it in a taffy puller until it's 8 rows longer and needs a special new design feature to avoid tailstrikes because of how darn LONG they made her. Literally so long it's inconvenient!

You could use this airplane as a horizontal divider! She seats more people than a two-class-configured DC-10! You can fit an actual jumbo jet's worth of people into this long long long long girl!

She even wears the condor nightmare livery decently because I'm so distracted by her length that it starts looking less like a candy cane and more like the start of an optical illusion! It's like putting a pencil in dazzle camouflage when the only pigment you have on hand is blue food coloring! You could use her lines as a ruler.

She is perfect.

[alice-angel12x]

Wait.. you're telling me Epel and Death have history together?! (Well more like his ancestors-) BUT STILL

Is that why instead of being afraid when he first saw them he was impressed with their fighting abilities??

Now I need more interactions with them OR even better! Epel inviting Death to Harveston because come on! And maybe there is a legend of Death there? As the kind person who helped the small town grow and become what it is today!

Also sorry about all of this, Epel is my favourite character and your writing brings me so much joy so I'm very happy right now! :D

"You're inviting me? To what I may ask?" Y/n asked.

" I only got the news this morning too, granny is so unreasonable," Epel sighed. "There’s an annual festival in the Harveston this weekend."

"Let me take a guess. A festival in Harveston, at this time of Year... Moln Mountain’s Kelkkarotu I believe it's called," Y/n said with a slight uncertainty.

"Y-yeah how did you know?" Epel asked in surprise.

"I have been around for a very long time," Y/n answered simply.

Epel ended up inviting a few other some with great interest others, not so much. Sebek, Jade, and even Idia came along to the trip.

As soon as the cool air of Harveston hit Y/n's cold skin, a wave of memories and nostalgia washed over them. The once small town had become a thriving community.

As Epel explained the geography of the land and it's lands, and apple specialty, he noticed Y/n seemed to be off somewhere in their mind. Y/n looked on with a sense of familiarity.

Jade would question this, but Idia would reason that maybe Y/n would have come across the town before. Maybe a few times.

When Epel offered Y/n an apple fresh from harvest. They learned that Y/n Death does not Eat... Furthermore lacked organs to digest so there is no point in eating.

So Down the road to Epel's house they went. It was a beautiful cabin, fit to stand the cold weather of Harveston. Y/n hurried them don't, to get warm clothes on. Wouldn't want them to catch their death out here. Speaking of which.

"Inside the shed? Are you actually an indoor type?" Idia asked.

"No, I played outside almost every day. Even in harsh rain, I couldn’t stand still. So in those days, I’d prefer to play in the shed which it’s wider and has fewer things than in my room.  I played with the farming tools, and even made treasures and a secret base there," Epel reminisced. "  But there’s one time when I was in the shed and the snow falls down really bad… And the door of the shed was blocked by the piled snow and it couldn’t open."

" You, as a child, alone in that shed? You lack caution as a mere human," Sebek gasped.

"And even if I shouted or banged my hand on the door, nobody noticed. It kept getting colder, and I was getting hungry… it was so bad that time," Epel reminisced.

"Then how did you manage to get out of the shed?" Jade asked. Epel thought for a moment and smiled.

"Well need a bit more context for that story. Which we will find in the center of town," Epel said mysteriously.

"Oh, alright. Hold on to your mystery for now," Jade chuckled

So Epel leads the group to the center of town. to get to the hall and to meet his grandmother Malya.

When Epel and his grandma chatted, the others were completely lost on what they were saying. As the two talk in their native dialect. But Y/n was happy to translate for them.

As the boys choose the fabrics that would be used to make their plushie sled pullers. Grim being Grim got hungry again and wanted more sweet apples.

As he scanned for unattended food and saw a treasure trove of some. At the base of some state were the biggest, ripest, ruby-colored apples he had ever seen. He's never seen such perfect apples.

As Grim made a mad dash towards them, he suddenly slammed face-first into a shovel. Grim hissed and looked up to see an old man glaring down at him.

The old man began to scold the fire cat, catching the attention of the NRC boys, and Epel's grandmother. Y/n apologized on Grim's behalf.

The NRC boys were wondering why he was so angry. So Epel explained the significance of the statue.

"This is the state of Harveston's Founder. When our ancestors were in a hard place, the founder came across them and lead them here. Were they would teach and raise the orphans to survive here," Epel said.

The boys looked up at the Statue. It was of a familiar figure, in one hand they held a lantern above their head. Lighting the path in front of them, while in the other held a baby close to their chest. Behind the founder were three children huddled up close to them. One was looking behind in fear, the middle one simply hugged close, and the last one looked up at the found in awe.

What they noticed was that hand holding the lantern, looked like it was broken long ago.

"Oh, Epel. What happened to the statue's hand?" Jade asked.

"Yeah, did the hand used to hold the lantern? Cause the drilled-in hook looks strange," Idia added.

"Oh, that's was the founder's doing," grandma Malya laughed.

"The founder's...doing?" Sebek asked skeptically.

"Yes, even all these the founder's spirit has always been watching over us. We've noticed their spirit loves taking their lantern and putting it in places to signify their presence," The old man spoke. "And even before that the people of this town pick their best apple from their harvest. And place it at the base to pay respects."

"What a kind spirit," Y/n commented.

"Indeed, you could ask any local here and they would have a story to tell about their encounters. Even Epel, when was trapped in the shed when he was younger," Grandma Malya chuckled.

"Oh yeah, that story. Epel you never finished that story," Grim said.

"Oh yeah. When I was freezing, I suddenly felt this warmth. Not in the hypothermia kind of way, but like there was a small fire nearby. And I remember hearing someone," Epel explained.

"Heard someone?" Jade asked.

"Yeah, they were whispering encouragements and telling me I just needed one more push to open the door. And I did, with one of the tools I managed to free myself," Epel smiled.

"Ah yes, and when we finally found Epel. My son, Epel's father, saw something in the shed," Grandma Malya smiled. "It was the founder's lantern, once again in a place where it wasn't meant to be."

Soon Malya had to go make the sled Plushies, and Y/n opted to help her. While the boys looked up at the statue.

"hey, you know. This founder statute looks a lot like Y/n" the fire cat commented.

Epel's went wide and he looked at the statue to Y/n and repeated 2 more times.

"No...No... It... They can't be right?" Epel gasped.

___________________________________________________________

Part 2? Maybe. well, see.

[hollowsart]

Who is to say Harley isn't also lying when she says certain things about herself, a trait she could have picked up during her time with Joker who is a notorious chronic liar.

so her saying random stuff about herself and why she is able to do certain crazy things like having some wild ability to perform immaculate gymnastic feats.

From all we actually know, she was an ex-criminal psychologist who went to work at Arkham for her own personal reasons. I highly doubt a criminal psychologist would know gymnastics. cheerleaders from a high school level also wouldn't know how to do a whole lot of crazier gymnastic level tricks that one would see in more professional and college level cheer-leading.

I want to see a Harley comic that tells her story in the way of: She learned some things from her time with Joker, but she wasn't that great at doing a whole lot and wound up being Joker's own little punchline. She wasn't very acrobatic. She was just a criminal psychologist.

(cut for length, but PLEASE GIVE THIS A READ)

the story following her from her point of leaving Joker and going to try and find herself. Learning to do more than merely shoot toy guns and be the pretty little lever puller or sexy distraction for Joker to use so he can get away scott free (before she escapes and tells him off and he has some cruddy excuse to keep her at bay).

We follow Harley as she seeks out other villains that are more limber and acrobatic and have some level of gymnastic skill and seeks training from them. She's still not great, but she's determined to get better. All the while, she's helping them with her psychology. She's highly intelligent and able to help them with any sort of problem they may be having.

I could even see her trying to get some lessons from Grayson (Nightwing?). Knowing he has some acrobatic skills and all from the way he moved in all their encounters. She gets him to keep this a secret from Batman. just between them. Maybe she even spills a little info to him about herself. personal stuff about how she may or may not be feeling like she could do good and help people. Like that's where she originally started and why she became a psychologist in the first place. but she got carried away, grew too fascinated with the criminally insane, finding them more interesting than the simple everyday man.. and that was her downfall to how she ended up where she was now.

She definitely gets a lot of the skills she needed from learning and training with all these people. learning about herself and developing a new sense of self. At one point even joining Catwoman on some runs and trying her best to keep up and imitate some of her movements while jumping from building to building, climbing up walls and more. She struggled and slowed Selina down, but Selina was patient enough to give her some pointers and advice.

Harley thinks too much. she's too logical. She needs to think more freely and have some faith.

genuinely I don't like a lot of the comics and media that make Harley seem more like a careless blonde bimbo type. where she is a ditzy airhead without a brain and without any care for others. making her out to be like The Joker only female and more stupid.

SHE WAS A PSYCHOLOGIST. SHE IS INCREDIBLY INTELLIGENT AND I WANT HER TO BE SMART AND SHOW THAT SIDE OF HERSELF OFF.

She KNOWS what she is doing. she is VERY AWARE. She isn't just being a little goofball clown without a brain.

I wanna see more of Harley depicted like this. where she's cunning, calculating, but FUN. She knows her intelligence and shows it off every now and again to the surprise of many. Even Riddler would be thrown off but have some respect for her because of the level of intelligence she shows to him. Solving some of his own riddles he deemed difficult. She thinks differently and that's a very useful trait.

[pippsbeb]

the trump camp is composed of mainly two types: lovers/ believers, and string-pullers. laura loomer, boebert, mtg, and every sucker in the midwest w a trump flag are in the first group. they are colorful, noisy and useful, but not too bright. the other group may wear red hats, but are quiet, and chat among themselves, and decide strategy

once trump is declared unfit, there will be no use for noisy and colorful and vulgar. the real gop likes respectability, and wants to see proper manners in women, people of color, and tbe poor. there will be no place for any of the trumps, not even ivanka

so yes it will be sad to lose the right to vote and some freedoms, but not having to see any trump faces would be a silver lining

[otaku6337]

Comments

I know I post a lot about meh comments, and also about how grateful I am for lovely comments, but I feel like it’s worth saying -

As long as I know you enjoyed, I don’t really care about anything else.

That’s literally all I want or need from a comment, and I’d daresay most authors feel this way. I don’t mind if you just leave a smiley face, or if you pick out a dozen quotes to tell me why you loved those specific bits so much. Both of those mean the world. I don’t mind if you say “I really enjoyed this chapter, but xyz confused me /gen” or if you say “OMG YES that is exactly what I was hoping would happen” or “cool chpt thanks for posting” or “char A’s reaction made me laugh enough that I woke my sister up”.

There are so, so many comments out there that are wonderful, and there is no set “right way” to comment - be polite, be kind, be encouraging. If you’re worried about how something might come across, then try tone indicators or a disclaimer of intentions or just asking before actually saying it, whatever works best for you.

And yes some authors prefer certain types of comments. Some people love quote-pullers over single-emojis, some people are the opposite, but at the end of the day most of us will just be happy so long as it’s positive.

If I know that you liked this thing that I’ve spent hours and hours working on, then that’s enough for me. If you just acknowledge that this was something that was worth the time spent, both reading on your end and writing on mine, for you, then that means the world.

You don’t have to write the perfect comment. You just have to be there.

Don’t feel like your comment has to be perfect, has to have some super deep meaning, or can’t be the same everytime. The fact that you bothered to type that and hit submit, that you read what we spend hours on and enjoyed it enough for that, is all I need.

[aviatrix-ash]

Discovered an estate sale of a fellow 🏳️‍🌈 mechanic/machinest who had quite the assortment of vintage gay magazines in their workshop. I think I would have loved to hang out with this individual who seemed like they were skilled in every trade from Hvac & welding, to tv satellite & sheet metal. A lesbian couple ended up getting all but 1 of the magazines (ha of course I got it) while I was distracted by this person's god tier workshop. Ended up getting machining & welding toys, and this ww2 era lookin drawer of various rivets. + a Cherry rivet puller & the rivets to go with it, which I'm super excited about cause used these are like 500 bucks & the rivets too are normally expensive compared to the standard solid shank types like in the drawers

Said mag under the cut, it's a little 🔥😆.

Anyone want to find out if the number still works? 😆

[scaredy-katts]

Okay, okay, preheating my brain rn check back in five minutes.

I think the timer went off so here we go;

Sakusa:

still very much a firm believer in him getting a kick out of making you walk to the shower on wobbly legs. Just kind of watched you with a little smirk like. “Oh? Do you need help princess?” As he like sits on the bed. And when you turn around to flip him off he just laughs. Def slaps your ass when he walks past you and into the bathroom.

Did I mention he likes making you cry??? Bcs he does 🧍🏻‍♀️ def edges you until you’re babbling and crying and can’t think of anything else.

HAIR PULLER. I don’t know why, but I feel it in my bones. Esp if he loses a match. Oh lord- can you imagine. MSBY loses and Atsumu is getting on his nerves a little more than usual so he just changes and drives you home grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are white. And then you guys get home and he bends you over the nearest surface and gets to work. You try to hide your face though so he like grabs a fist full of hair and pulls your head up. “None of that.” NANDNSJD

HOWEVER. Sometimes he’s really soft and sweet, like if you had a bad day or if he had a bad day. He takes his time taking you apart in the sweetest way. Kisses all over your face while he stretches you out. Praises you the whole time talking about how much he loves you and how pretty you look.

Suga <3 :

I MENTIONED THE FUNNY TIES. I LOVE THE FUNNY TIES. Dare I say he’s a freak who wants to be tied up? Like even puts his hands up and goes like “I’m waiting.” BUT. Teases you the whole time. For sure just gives you a shot eating grin and goes “Oh? Is that all? And here I thought we were gonna have some fun.” And like playfully pouts at you 😳

Def seems the type to enjoy having his back scratched up. And HICKIES. SO MANY. Literally covered in them. If one peeks out of the collar of your shirt…I’ll pray for you. Like full on leans against the door frame. “You got a little something there darling.” And he points to where it’s peeking out from under your shirt. 😳😳😳😳

Now, I think Suga likes having HIS hair pulled. Esp when he goes down on you. Probably tells you to pull it harder. 🙄

Okay- that’s my depraved thoughts for rn. Enjoy <3

-love bakery anon 🍪

ANYONE FROM MAIN DON'T DARE LOOK AT ME RN (god you want me dead omi is my BELOVED self ship and I had to put my phone down multiple times reading and replying to this)

sakusa

this felt like a personal attack on my life... but yes god yes to everything.

I- brother I'm dying I have to write something about the 3rd point that's all I'll say to that. I can't divulge the things I'm thinking rn I'll ramble and look like a fool.

sakusa has dry humor point blank period and I know he uses that shit when he fucks I'll just say it. regular user of "do it" as a challenge with a straight fucking face.

biter.

suga

I love him and I hate him. he would rile me so bad I'd want to hurt him and he'd probably enjoy it OOPS

suga will 100000% tell you "it's not even that bad" and it's that bad lmao or "I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to be that bad" yes you fucking did. ripppppp dare I say he likes them too? like anything he could hide?? yeah... yeah

YOU KILLED ME WITH THE LAST ONE W O A H HOLY FUCK MAN- GOD YOU'RE SO RIGHT I CAN'T EVEN ADD TO THAT YOU'RE SO RIGHT

[ryanfrogz]

Northtown Maintenance-of-Way, part 1

During the summer of 2024, I got to watch one of BNSF's track gangs replace worn-out ties in their Northtown yard. In this 3-post series, I'll show off some tie replacement activities, some machines that are used to do it, and some other oddities

The first machine of the day is a Nordco TRIPP tie puller/inserter. Like the name implies, it pulls out old ties and slides new ones in. The contraption in front of the 'hand' is used to lift the rails for easier tie-moving.

Machines #2 and #3 are ballast regulators. They spread and shape ballast using a number of different tools. The big thing with the rubber skirts is a broom, or more accurately, a bunch of rubber bits that spin around and knock rocks into place. The three-paneled device on the side can extend and fold in a number of ways, channeling ballast to wherever it's wanted.

The next machine is a Kershaw tie crane. These are mostly used to pick up old ties and drop new ones, but can also insert new ties under rails.

Lastly, this is a spike puller. It does exactly what its name suggests: pulls spikes out of ties. It does this with hydraulics and a device that's pretty much just the claw end of a hammer.

But wait, there's more! The machine on the flatbed in the background is a Harsco TKO, an older type of tie puller-inserter that has been mostly replaced by the newer TRIPP. In front of it is a pile of extra buckets & tires for a backhoe that I didn't think to photograph.