#USED COASTER FOR SALE

[tmoreauto]

https://tmoreautomachinery.com/product-category/toyota-coaster/

Are you in the market for a durable and versatile minibus to meet the needs of your business or transport service? Look no further than the 30 seater Toyota Coaster for sale at Tmore Automachinery. Whether you need it for a school bus, shuttle service, or private transportation company, the Toyota Coaster is the perfect choice. With its spacious interior, excellent fuel economy, and Toyota’s reputation for reliability, the Coaster continues to be one of the best minibuses available.

[alistairian]

So Roller Coaster Tycoon 1 and 2 are on sale on Steam right now, got both for $3

[paleopinesofficial]

An important update to our Paleo Pines Community🦖💙😞

Transcript Below;

Paleo Pines Needs Your Help

A lot of you have been asking what’s next for Paleo Pines and we wanted to provide our community with an update on the challenges we are facing. The sad truth is, the future is uncertain. 

For the better part of this year we’ve been working behind the scenes to create a plan for the next iteration of Paleo Pines, filled with stunning new regions, quirky new NPCs, plenty more adorable dinosaurs, plus eggs, babies and - yes - multiplayer. The job after launch seemed simple - listen to our community, provide a roadmap full of updates and DLC to ensure that our players can continue to enjoy the existing world… and double-down on that enjoyment with the plan for bigger, better, shinier Paleo Pines for you to enjoy with friends and family.

We've been searching high and low for a production partner, one that felt your love and passion to help us bring the next Paleo Pines to life. On several occasions in our journey, we were within a few small steps of the finish line, only to have circumstances beyond our control cause the future to fall through.

This isn't happening just to us. It seems the whole indie game scene is facing a sudden drying up of publishing and investment opportunities. Thanks to the unwavering dedication of our small team and the massive love from all of you, we've been able to support the first year of Paleo Pines on a shoestring budget. 

We’ve managed to keep the lights on… until now. Unless we can find a partner who is keen to see the Paleo Pines universe grow, we won’t be able to keep our team together for much longer. 

So, we’re making our situation public. Here's how you can help:

Do you know a publisher/investor who would be a great partner for Paleo Pines 2? If you're a serious publisher or investor and are interested in seeing a production plan, financial model, game design document and more, please reach out to kevin@italicpig.com. (By the way, Paleo Pines isn’t the only property we’re working on... Our talented team has a diverse collection of small, medium and large scale projects, for PC, console and mobile. If you’re looking for something fun and a little bit different, get in here.)

Can you help in smaller ways? Every little bit helps! Here are a few ways you can directly support the devs:

Have you got our DLC yet? We've just released our very first Halloween DLCs – a great way to support us while getting more gameplay for yourself.

Still playing the demo? Are we on your Wishlist? Please consider buying the full game today, or in the next sale. We promise it'll bring you hours of dino-tastic joy! 

Befriend a Paleo Pines plushie. These adorable creatures aren't just cute, our portion of the sales goes towards development. Our latest, Boo, the albino Styracosaurus, is available now. Our previous plushies helped fund our new Halloween DLCs and free update.

Order Paleo Pines merchandise. We’ve got dozens of fun items celebrating your favourite dinos available in time for gifting this year.

Even if you can't offer financial support, you can still be a hero! Share this post with anyone who might be interested in helping. Wishlist us, buy the game, talk about how it makes you feel, and share share share. The power of community is real, and every share brings us closer to making more Paleo Pines!

The team here can't express enough gratitude to the incredible Paleo Pines community. You've been with us through every step of this amazing journey, from the demo launch to the release last September, and through our adorable plushie collaborations with Makeship. You've become more than players and we couldn't have imagined building this world with a kinder, more supportive group.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for supporting us on this roller coaster of a year since launch, and your patience and understanding with our current situation. Hopefully with your help, this won’t be the end of the Paleo Pines adventure.

Lots of love, The Paleo Pines Team

[hetalianhistorian]

Animate Cafe has announced more collaboration details on the World Go Round! release!!

Source link: https://twitter.com/animate_cafe/status/1815310876737499534

Starting off with the menu, there will be an Earth themed macaron going for about ¥900 yen each for desserts. Each one will be made out of bread, whipped cream, and mixed berries! For drinks, each character will have their own themed drink! Here are the following characters, type of drinks, and the ingredients. Please note that I am using a translator, so there may be mistakes!

World-go-round drink! - Blue jelly, mint jelly, white water, whipped cream, and monaka.

Italy - Latte - Espresso, milk, whipped cream, and chocolate monaka.

Germany - Berry Cholet (?) - Wild berry soda and mixed berries.

Japan - Matcha Latte - Matcha latte and white chocolate.

Spain - Non-alcoholic Sangria - Sangria drink, grape syrup, orange, and lemon.

Prussia - Kinderpunsch - Apple juice, star anise, cinnamon powder, and apple.

Romano - Sicilian Lemon Iced Tea - Sicilian lemon tea, honey lemon, lemon, whipped cream, and monaka.

America - Coke Float - Coke, vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, cherry, and chocolate.

England - Flower Herbal Tea Jelly - Black tea jelly, honeybush herbal tea, and edible flowers.

France - Fragrant Violet Soda - Violet jelly, violet soda, and bell rose.

Russia - White Milk Frappe - Milk smoothie, alazan, and sugar.

China - Honey Peach Golden Katsura - Oolong golden cinnamon, lychee syrup, and peach.

All drinks will cost ¥750 yen each. You will also be given a bonus coaster for each item ordered from the menu! These will be randomized. For merchandise, here is the line-up for goods that will be sold:

Acrylic stands - ¥800 yen each

Acrylic badge - ¥800 yen each

Stickers - ¥700 yen each - There will be 11 types with 2 random pieces included.

Water absorption coaster - ¥900 yen each

Tote bag - ¥700 yen each.

As such, after the cafe collaboration, sales will go up on Animate's online store from September 12th to September 26th!

[ditsyknits]

Coasters for sale for Palestine!

I still have coasters for sale! All proceeds go to the UNRWA! Shipping within the US is included in the prices below:

$80 Pink animals- set of 4 (2 sets still available!)

$80 Blue animals- set of 4 (only one set left!!)

$45 Yellow houses- set of 2 (only one set left!!)

$45 Teal houses- set of 2 (both sets available, please indicate preference for small or large house)

Each coaster is 100% cotton and approximately 4 1/2 inches square. Small variations exist between coasters because each is handmade by me :)

DM me if you’re interested! And if you’ve already purchased, thank you a million! It means so much to me to be able to do this!

[the-pessimists-paradigm]

Brothers at a Carnival

Lucifer keeps everything in order, whether it's watching over Mammon's antics or making sure Belphie doesn't stray too far. Somehow, he still manages to enjoy himself through the madness, maybe it's the touch of your hand?

Mammon schemes ways to make that mad cheddar. He definitely has tried selling the fried delights at a marked-up price. 50% inflation. Poor guy only makes 4 sales (3 from you.) If he's not cruising around in a monster truck, he's usually trying (and failing) at the dunk tank.

Leviathan always buys little anime keychains/hoodies at whatever small stand he can find. He goes hard on finding rare figures and always poses for the caricature artists.

Satan uses perfect strategy and aim to win you stuffed animals. He budgets on trips like these, unless, and only unless it's cat-related. Cat items will be his blessing and downfall, he helps stray cats around the dumpsters, but the bond is too strong. (He usually brings two to four home with him.)

Asmodeus is the type to buy artisanal jewelry. No matter the price. Although he isn't in chronic debt like Mammon, he does like to spend. Especially on Demon's Couture.

Beelzebub LOVES the food stands that sell comically large buckets of popcorn. Lucifer made him work at one for 4 years from destroying Hell's Kitchen, surprisingly enough, he enjoyed it enough to become a chef. (And get that worker's discount. 😋)

Belphegor is usually tired, even falling asleep on roller coasters. The hum of the Ferris wheel makes him surprisingly calm, even when his brothers are emotional over something. He loves watching the sunset while slowly drifting down it, your shoulder is the comfiest pillow there.

[jessicaseroticramblings]

The year was coming to an end.

When she signed the employment contract, Jessica knew what the stipulations were. She had to generate enough sales to cover her costs and give the office a profit. Otherwise, she would need to make up the difference.

The end of the quarter was imminent, and failing the best sales week of her year, Jessica was not going to meet her target.

She had heard rumors of how Daniel, her boss and owner of the firm, accepted repayment. But these were just hushed rumors – nothing more.

It was the last Friday of the year before the holiday close when she was summoned into his office.

She had only been in there a few times – mainly during her interview. It was an old-fashioned office, laden with dark oak and decanters filled with fancy liquors.

He was waiting for her in his oversized, high-backed chair. His dress was standard for “casual” Friday – slacks, no jacket, tie, and a vest to keep everything together. She wasn’t yet comfortable enough to do “casual” herself, especially with her subpar numbers. Her dress was pristine, stylish – she knew how to dress, how to accentuate her charms.

He offered her a chair and a drink. She accepted the former and declined the latter. He sipped his whisky, placed it down on the waiting coaster, then leaned forward on his mahogany desk.

His voice was so deep that it almost vibrated the rocks in his scotch. “Do you know why you are here, Jessica?” She didn’t trust her voice not to break, so she simply nodded in reply. “I took a chance on hiring you. You were doing so well, and then your performance just went to shit. We can’t have that. I have a business to run. And that business is not supporting wayward girls who can’t do their jobs.”

He took another drink before continuing. “I like having you here. You try hard, but not hard enough. I think it’s really just an issue of finding the right motivation for you.”

Jessica opened her mouth to interject. “I don’t think it’s a matter of…”

He quietly resumed control of the conversation, using his same measured tone. “Stop talking.” She immediately paused, responding to the quiet power in his voice.

“With girls like you, I know just the motivational tool.” He stood up, and Jessica caught her breath as she realized his pants were open. This was it, what she had heard about.

She didn’t know was she was expecting, but what she saw was a gorgeous cock. Devastatingly erect, large and thick, but not to the point of causing logistical and biological issues. The large head shined, already slick with some of his pre-cum.

He beckoned her to him, and she walked to him, powerless, like a zombie. He lifted her dress over her head, removed her panties and bra, and bent her over his desk. He rubbed his cock on her waiting labia.

“This is what’s going to happen, Jessica. We’re going to fuck now, just once, to make up for what you owe me”. With that, he pushed his cock inside. Jessica was surprised at how wet she was, at how she easily could take him inside, at how fucking good he felt inside her.

His thrusting increased in time. She moaned with the feeling, the pressure on her vaginal walls, the perfect way in which she was stretched. Short gasps escaped her lips. An orgasm already threatened her, as his hands tightly closed on her hips.

“You will love fucking this cock.. But I’m never going to fuck you again, never going to let you experience it again, unless you hit your targets. Is that clear?”

The feral sounds that escaped her lips as she climaxed were the only agreement he needed to amend their workplace contract. 

He kept his hips working, knowing that another orgasm would only add further motivation to his charge.

After this, Jessica would do whatever she could to make this happen again…and again…and again…

[arrthurpendragon]

The Noble Trinket - Etsy Shop & another kitty in need!

(Only you actually get something out of it! lol) My sister is very talented at chainmail jewelry and dragon scale bags which can be used for DND dice! My personal favorite is the cat coasters! :)

Hello! This is a request from Kass's sister, Sam @sammehjo. I've asked her to share this with you in hopes to drum up some traffic to my Etsy shop to try and get a few sales.

My cat, Marcus, who is the momma of Kass's cats Misha and Tallmadge, was recently rehomed to me and we've already had a few fun vet visits. She is getting dental surgery and a biopsy on a growth on her gums tomorrow (10/1).

They estimate this is going to be about $1,400 but that estimate didn't include any extractions which they advised I should be prepared to add on while she's under anesthesia, and it can be a couple hundred (or more) per tooth.

My fiance, bless his soul, will be fronting the cost for this, and I will hopefully be reimbursed by Marcus's insurance for a good portion of the bill as well. But this drains the funds that I had saved up for her emergency care. I am just hoping to get funds built back up in her account, especially since we don't know what will come of this biopsy and the histopathology of her growth.

Marcus is kind of a shared ownership between Kass and me, as she was originally our little sister's cat. To make sure I can afford her care (on top my other two boys who both have chronic issues), Kass has been helping me with Marcus financially. But obviously, she has to focus her needs on Mr. Misha right now.

I am simply asking that you visit and share my Etsy shop with your page, friends, and family, and if you want to purchase something please do.

Bringing in extra traffic alone can be so helpful to my shop analytics and in return drum up a few more sales. Anything you can do to help is appreciated

-Sam

Discount codes:

Purchase 3 items get 15% off, use code 3X15OFF

Purchase 5 items get 20% off, use code 5X20OFF

[nelapanela94]

“Look at this one, Honey bun!” You grab the set and turn around, pushing it onto Levi’s chest, making him wobble on his limp. “I think they will look great with the set of coasters we got last week.”

After the commotion that almost toppled him over, he takes a look at the set of placemats that swept you off your feet at first sight. More flowers, he notices, round and festooned with hand-painted sunflowers. Then, his eyes flick to the price tag, and his lunch lurches back to his throat.

You clasp your hands together, interweaving your fingers, pulling out your best puppy eyes.

Cheater.

He hands over the set over to you. The plastic bag crinkles like cellophane.

“It’s limited edition.” You insist.

He tips his hat, anchoring a hand to his hip, and lets out a long breath, before quirking up the corners of his lips. “Let’s take it home, if that’s what you want.”

Yawping, you squeeze him in a hug, piercing his eardrums and wrinkling his favorite suit, the one he wears for you when you go together anywhere. After lunch, you lured him to the home décor fair and have been ambling the labyrinth-like exposition at the pace his gait sets, bumping into the masses, wedging through the sea of people.

You nose bump him and steal a kiss from his lips, then capture his hand and pull him through the throng towards the check-out point. But suddenly his chest crashes against your back at the abrupt stop. He follows your widening eyes to the display of mixers, and just before you open your mouth he drapes an arm around you, to use for support because his leg is almost waving the white flag, and because he doesn’t want to bleed his wallet empty, and ushers you to the line.

“Did you see those standing mixers?” You shove a thumb over your shoulder. “I’d bake every day.”

“You want to make me fat.”

“We could share with Gaby and Falco.” You tap a finger on your chin. “Onny can come too.”

“I’m not sharing MY cupcakes with those brats.” She grumbles, casting a scowl at you, wheedling a fit of giggles from you.

“Don’t give me that face, Levi.” It no longer suits you." You drop a kiss on the scar on his cheek. “Time has weathered your temper.”

You wait in line, you are looking at sales, turning your head around like a pigeon while Levi smiles. Your eyes sparkling like a kid’s in a candy store. You look beautiful in that summer dress that billows around your knees and the red lipstick that frames your smile. Your dimpled smile that mellows his days. He has vowed that his remaining years will be spent protecting that smile. Your happiness has become his north star, illuminating the path he walks, its glow warming even the coldest corners of his soul.

And your birthday is in three months.

"What color do you want your mixer?"

[spinuspinus]

Maybe they shouldn’t allow anybody under 18 to be on reality television shows.

Maybe it should be mandatory for all entertainers and artists to have burnout prevention, preventative mental health care, substance abuse prevention, and required breaks included in their contracts to help them not lose themselves in the fame roller coaster.

Maybe fans need to respect the privacy of celebrities and not take, consume or share content from when they are not working. Or constantly demand new content from them. Or follow them around.

Maybe we need stricter guidelines for paparazzi and tabloids to leave people the heck alone.

Maybe the corporations who make money off of stars could put 2% of merch sales into mental health and addiction research so we can find better ways to help all of us when we are struggling and keep us from hurting those we love.

Maybe we can stop normalizing and romanticizing alcohol and drug abuse.

Maybe this didn’t need to happen and we can help keep it from happening to someone else.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

valentine

pairing: steve harrington x reader

WC: 1.9K

warnings: cursing, some suggestive stuff, a little nightmare sequence that involves punching and blood mentions. should be it!

summary: you blinked and suddenly, you had a valentine. ❤️

A/N: a late v-day post, i guess. inspired by the lovely Laufey song. much love to @alecmores for proofreading 💗💗💗

it cut off some of the ending when read on mobile 😒 but it’s looking completely fine on computer. just an fyi

masterlist

I’ve rejected affection for years and years. Now I have it and damn it, it’s kind of weird.

Out of your twenty-one years of living on this planet, this is the first year you have a relationship and it’s simultaneously the greatest feeling in the world while also making you want to run away. But you can’t find it in yourself to run, not from him.

Steve. Steve Harrington is your boyfriend. 

You feel like you need to pinch yourself every time he looks your way and throws a smile meant for you, or feel the furnace heat of his fingers grasping your hips before pulling you into a kiss, sweet or searing.

He tells me I’m pretty.

The two of you are just laying in his bed on a lazy saturday morning, with no hurry to be anywhere, facing each other as you practically share his pillow causing your noses to bump with a simple shift. The blanket covers both of you from the waist down, your top half open to the slight chill dancing through the room.

Steve's shirtless and you're wearing an oversized shirt you found at a garage sale, one that goes to rest at the top of your thighs, but right now it’s bunched up high, allowing Steve to toy with the elastic of your underwear and drag his knuckles over your exposed waist. Legs tangled together, your cold feet pushing into Steve’s calf causing a gasp of shock from the boy which pulled a heartfelt giggle from your lips.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” A hand instantly moves to tuck loose strands behind your ear.

You don’t say anything, you can’t. Not when he’s looking at you like that. Soft eyes that twinkle, an easy smile that displays his stunning smile lines, his freckles, and moles that mark his face and body that you smother with thousands of kisses when given the opportunity. How his bed head of hair is curled and twisted this way and that, the ends tucking and touching his ear lobe and neck or even his jaw.

You don’t know how to respond to the sudden compliment, you haven’t received much in your years. So as you memorize him, you instantly say the words back to him, in your own way, of course.

“You’re quite pretty yourself, Steve Harrington. Very nice on the eyes.” A finger trailed his nose and down to his jaw.

A deep rumble from his chest filled you with a warmth that pushed away the February chill. You weren’t sure if you should’ve called him that. Most guys don’t like the word "pretty" being used when complimenting them, most like strong or handsome, pretty to them seems weak when it isn’t towards a girl. But when you looked at Steve he was all those to you, but pretty will be the one to always come to mind when you look at him, especially in moments like these. Intimate and away from prying eyes.

With every passing moment, I surprise myself.

You’re usually scared of guys, whether it be in a general sense or a relationship kinda sense. You’ve been on dates, didn’t like the guy and stopped talking with him or you liked him and went on a few dates but those ended up fizzling out as well.

But Steve Harrington made you feel scared, but the good kind of scared. The roller coaster adrenaline scare, where you’re whooping and hollering at the top of your lungs. Clinging to the metal bars for dear life worried you’ll fly away, but they're holding you securely in their grasp.

Steve constantly made you smile and laugh, scream out of slight fear or extreme pleasure. He held you in firm hugs, his chin digging into your scalp as he slowly swayed your bodies. He made you feel safe and loved.

Loved. You’ve fallen in love with him after just a year. Now you were scared.

What if he’s the last one I kiss? What if he’s the only one I’ll ever miss? Maybe I should run, I’m only twenty-one.

You began to panic. There was no real reason to panic, but you're an overthinker, constantly making useless scenarios in your fast-paced mind, thinking the worst of peaceful times. It’s a terrible flaw, but one you can’t push away no matter how much you try.

‘What if he gets bored of me? What if he thinks I’m clingy? What would he do if I told him I love him?’

Evil thoughts that would creep up in the time of silence.

You stared at nothing while you sat behind the counter at Family Video, body unconsciously swiveling the rolling chair from side to side. Steve and Robin are out on the floor putting away new releases and returning stock, their friendly banter becoming white noise to your ears as more corruptive thoughts came to mind and cramp every single space in your brain.

Your fingers pick at your nail beds, you don’t even feel the pricks of pain or feel the little trickles of blood pooling to the top. Only when you feel someone else’s hands pulling yours apart into their hold do you snap from your trance.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Steve's melodic voice rings in your ears.

“Huh?” Not too sure what he means.

His eyes are focused on your hands, pulling each finger in his eye line and then bringing a kiss to each nail. It made you flush at the sudden display of affection.

“I was calling for you,” another kiss, “and you didn’t answer so I came here,” kiss, “and your eyes were just wide and you were picking at your nails. I thought you stopped that.”

‘Great now you disappointed him’ ‘Probably thinks you’re a liar’

You bit your bottom lip, “got lost in my thoughts. That’s all.” A shrug of your shoulders.

He still held your hands, fingers laced together and his thumb ran atop your knuckles. He was warm and comfortable, it pushed the negative thoughts away just a bit.

Then he crouched down, hands placed on your knees and head tilted to look up at you with your small bit of height. His head tilted and swayed, trying to find your eyes that you wanted to hide away from him, he could always find what was wrong in the end.

“Sweetheart,” he sighed, “I’m not gonna make you tell me what’s wrong, or I won’t act like a mind reader, cause I’m not-“ “Beg to differ on certain days.” You interrupted.

He breathed a laugh, “if you believe so. But I just want you to know you can talk to me if something is bothering you, especially if it’s about me. Cause I don’t want you to think the wrong thing.” He squeezed your knees.

You looked at Steve, held his eye contact, and said, “I really like you, Steve Harrington.” The closest thing to I love you right now.

He smiled wide, “I really like you too, sweetheart.”

I’ve lost all control of my heartbeat now.

He said the words. He said the words.

“I love you, (Y/n).”

It felt like all the air left your lungs and now you probably looked like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing. Trying to process everything that just happened while also trying to find the words for a proper response.

“(Y/n)? You okay?” He has a firm hold on your biceps.

Your own hands are also holding his biceps, eyes dancing across his face. You wanted to memorize this moment, the way he looked in the overhead lighting of the grocery store where you were buying snacks for a night in.

He just had to say the words that rocked your heart in the freaking grocery store!

“Sweetheart, say something, please. You’re scaring me a bit,” a chuckle but you knew he was concerned.

“Uh,” you blinked a few times, “really caught me off guard with that.”

The both of you chuckled, you from the absurdity of the moment and Steve from your comment. But it felt so perfect, a special moment to remember for the future.

When I hear I love you, now I’ve got someone to lose.

You tried fighting back, you desperately tried with all the strength you could muster into your bones. You yanked hard against the metal cuffs, the skin on your wrist starting to sting from the breakage. You tried kicking with your legs, but it was no use, you weren’t close enough to hit anything or anyone.

You could only stare and scream as you thrash. Watching helplessly as the soldier beats Steve down with his knuckles. How his skin breaks and bleeds, the loud cracks of his nose breaking causing blood to spill from his nostrils.

“Stop! Stop! Please! We’re telling the truth!” You tried to plead with them.

They just laughed and continued the harassment. Steve always being the hero, making sure they don’t lay a finger on you, causing him to be the center of their attention and attacks.

When the soldier got tired from throwing punches, he gripped Steve’s neck tight. You could slowly see the blood leaving his face, the air not making its way to his brain. His feet scrambled against the floor to find some purchase.

In what seemed to be his final moments, he looks at you.

“Steve!” You cried as you blotted upward from the bed.

Your chest heaved with heavy breaths and sweat formed at your temple while your back and chest were sticky with perspiration. A hand touched your chest to feel your heart as you pushed sticky strands from your face.

‘Just a nightmare’ ‘It was just a terrible nightmare’

“(Y/n)?” A scratchy voice was heard through the darkness of the bedroom.

“Steve, sorry.”

You felt him sit up, his hand rubbing circles to your back along your sleep shirt. He laid his head on your shoulder and placed his free appendage on your thigh.

“Was it a nightmare? Cause usually if it's dreams, there’s a different way we go about things.” He tried for a laugh and you gave him one. “There we go,” he sighed.

“Can you just hold me?” You whispered. An unspoken ‘I love you’

“Always, sweetheart.” ‘I love you too’

The first one to ever like me back. I’m seconds away from a heart attack.

“You know you are my first boyfriend, like ever.” You randomly blurt one day in Steve’s kitchen.

“No way, I find that hard to believe.” He called over his shoulder as he worked on breakfast.

“Oh!” You hop onto his counters, “and what makes you think that? Do enlighten me.”

He didn’t say anything quickly, so just as you were about to say something, he spoke up, “because you’re… you. Anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

He said the words so easily like they were the most obvious answer to your question. He was trying to give you a heart attack with how sugary sweet he is.

“Like I can’t believe I get to call you mine. Every day I wake up and remember I’m dating you and it makes my day one hundred percent better already. And knowing I get to call you or see you throughout the day, it keeps me from going insane during the boring or terrible moments.”

You were speechless. Steve caused every word and thought to leave your mouth and brain, all you could say was, “I love you.”

I blinked and suddenly, I had a valentine.

[poppyplate]

hypnos on the coaster (3.75x3.75 inches)

i have this for sale on my kofi shop! (linked below) shipping only to the US

[small-sinclair]

Roadside Angel: Sinclair's Promise

Part 2 of Roadside Angel and it's inspired by this song and this song, too :3 . I decided to turn this into a series, so this isn't the last part. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Lester x reader (Vincent is mentioned at the end.)

Welcomed readers: @justmeandmyghosties, @idorkish, @mommymilkerfanclub, @early20sfailingplenty

Tw: blood, death mentioned, yelling/arguing, Lester punches a wall

Part 3

When you woke up, you were greeted with two things: a splitting headache and the cutest black and white dog laying next to you. Either way, you were happy to be awake, to be alive. Yesterday was all a blur but you knew some things. There was a car crash. You lived. A man (Lester, right?) drove you, your brother, and William here. You were stitched up by a man with a mask covering his face and injected you with some numbing thing, so you didn't feel anything.

Then came here. You weren't sure where your brother was, but you hoped he was close. You hoped that he was around to keep you safe or to have you call home to let your family know you're okay, but you didn't want your family to worry too much in the same breath. It's confusing how things work around in your mind.

The dog's head lifted and moved closer to you. You couldn't help but pet the dog, smiling to yourself. "At least I got a pretty baby to keep me company," you cooed, giggling lightly.

You looked around the room and realized you weren't in the same room as before. You were in a soft bed with a quilted blanket over your shoulders. The sheets were soft against your skin, and your hands wondered over the cool bedside next to you. The room was painted a golden orange with dark wood trimming to match the floor. There was a standing dress, and it looked old and worn from years of use. The dark red rug under the bed needed to be vacuumed, but it wasn't too bad. You also didn't question the slippers that are shaped like life-sized ducks. You found them quite cute. The white door was close to show a poster of Louisiana's wildlife in the marsh, and it looked like it was from a school book sale from way-back. A green hat hung on the door knob, and it made your eyes perk, tilting your head to the side. Was... is this Lester's room?

Off to the side, the sound of water turning off and the door made your shoulders stiffen, but you winced from the pain in your shoulders. The door opened and Lester freezes. His face wasn't grimy or dirty. There were no blood stains on his hands or in his cream colored tank-shirt. His jeans were now light grey sweatpants and socks with turtles on them. His eyes were brighter without the dirt or blood, and the water made his curls more defined and standing. He pauses and looked at you, confused then scared then relaxed. What a roller coaster of emotions.

"Ya awake," he breathed out relieved. "Was worried when ya didn't wake 'is morn." He sat on the other side of your head. The dog's head perked up and the tail wagged. "Jonesy's been wit' ya all day," he pats the dog's stomach, "she's a good dog."

Jonesy nudged her head under your arm for more pats, her bright eyes begging for love. You smile warmly as you patted her ears and head. There was silence between you two, but you were happy with it. It was comfortable and not forced, something that was always given to you when you and your brother were forced to looked at each other after an argument. You relaxed to the sound of the birds outside the window singing.

Lester was the one who broke the silence when he asked, "How do ya feel?"

"Sore," a finger went up, "tired," another finger went up, "and uncertain." Your lowered the three fingers and nodded at him. "You? What are your three feelings?"

He wiped his nose and folded his hands, leaning forward on his knees. Under the ream shirt, you noticed a large back tattoo of angel wings folded up and tied by barbwire. "Confused, relieved, and... anxious," he drawl, his voice struggling to pinpoint the right words. "'M sorry, feelin's ain't my strongest suits, sweet pea."

You shrugged. "That's okay. My ma says people struggle a lot with that type of stuff, and it's good to let it out, you know? Like," you bit the inside of your cheek, "talking about three feelings."

He glanced at you as soon as you mentioned your mother, his eyes surprised. "Yer mama 's a smart woman," he gave a toothy grin then looked forward. "Mama never lik' it when I tol' 'er 'bout my feelin's. Shot, Pa was t'same. Yelled at me when I did."

He stops himself and looks down at his hands that were once covered in your brother's blood. He could still hear your brother drifting away in his arms while Lester promised to take care of you, to look after you. He never liked killing, Bo knew that and so did Vincent, and he tried to stay far from it. He wants to tell you so bad, but the tugging feeling was too much. You can't handle that type of grief right now.

"Sorry," he said in a low voice. "Drifted off."

"Where did you go?" You asked sincere. You were always a good listener. You were the one person that people went to talk and rant.

He swallowed hard. "Somewhere 'at y'all never see, honeycomb." His eyes watered then he wiped away the tears, staggering a breath. "'M sorry, y/n," oh... he remembers your name, "didn't mean t'open lik' 'at."

You shake your head. "No, you're good," you offered a smile then looked down at Jonesy, who was sleeping on your thigh. "It's good to let that type of stuff out."

"Thank ya kindly, but I should be more worry of ya." His eyes met yours. "Ya went through t'crash."

"I'll live," you shrugged. "Just have to see Jace and William. I have to make sure they're okay."

His face melted from worry to sadness. He looks down at his hands, listening to your brother's dying breaths. It was struggled and staggering over each word as he and Lester promise to keep you safe. To swear it over and over until he died then and there in his grasp. He hated death. He hated it.

Ever since Lester killed his father--

"They're at the house," he lied. "Bo's havin' 'em help with th' car."

Jace helping with cars? That doesn't sound like him.

But it must because he has to pass the time doing something while he waited on you to wake. William knows a bit of cars, but you didn't think that the car was going to be fixable.

"Bo?"

"My brother. He owns the station and garage in town."

"He can fix that car?"

"C'n try."

"But it exploded, and there was fire--"

Lester let a chuckle escape. "Bo's lik' a god when it comes t'cars." He let a cheesy smile leave. "He c'n fix anythin'!"

Behind his smile, you knew something was wrong, but you didn't want to say anything. You know better than to open old wounds and wake sleeping dogs. You closed your eyes and closed your mouth to cover a yawn. You were tired from everything still, and Lester knew it.

"Do ya need me t'gettcha anythin'?" He offered. "Water? Pain killers? A bit of food?"

"Water, please," you hummed tiredly. "It's been a long day."

"You got it, y/n." He stands and leaves the bedroom. You looked at the window again to see the afternoon sun shifting to the evening sky. The sunset from yesterday was perfect; you wonder if tonight's sunset was the same. When he came back, he had a clear glass, with little yellow ducks on it, in one hand and cupping two white pills in the other. "Drink slow," he advised. "My brother said t'do 'at... Vincent."

"He was the one that fixed me p, right?" You asked, taking the glass and pills. When your hands touched, you were expecting hard and rough skin, but they were soft and gentle. You looked at his ridged hands, admiring the little scars from long ago before taking the pills.

"Yeah," he said, his eyes lingering over your lips and throat, swallowing again. "Yeah, Vincent did. He said ya were lucky. The glass missed some major vines and such." He flashed a smile, but it faded when he looked down at his hands again. He can still see the blood. Why does he still see it?

"You okay, Les?" You asked, your words careful. "Where you going to?"

His eyes started to water as he squeezed his eyes shut. Every thing was burning inside him, and it was making him explode in colors that he didn't understand. Feelings are for girls! For women! He's not that; he's a man! So, why is he getting chocked up? Why does he hate the sudden smile of blood? This morning when he was picking up roadkill, he smelt the death, the sourness of bitter copper and salt. For the first time in years, he had to turn his head and throw up. Something inside him re-bloomed when he looked at you like a dying tree regrowing their leaves after years without water or sun.

He clinched his jaw up tight. "I did somethin' bad, y/n, 'n ya won't forgiv' me."

You tilted your head to the side confused. "What do you mean?"

He takes in a shaky breath. "Yer brother ain't here," he admits, closing his eyes. "I lied."

No... no.

"Where is he?" You asked concerned. Lester swallowed hard and closed his eyes. You didn't like how long his silence stayed. "Lester-?"

"He ask-asked me to keep ya safe," he leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling. He was choking up now, his words filling with hurt. "He asked me t'watch ove'a ya."

Your blood ran cold as you looked at him then at the dog. "Where is my brother?"

He looked at you dead in the eyes and gave an answer you didn't want, "Somewhere no one c'n follow."

Your stomach dropped as your hands started to shake. "What did you do?"

"I didn't--"

"What did you do, Lester?!" Your voice cracked as you brought your legs up slightly. Jonesy's head lifted. "Give me an answer!"

"Bo killed 'em!" He spat. His eyes started to over flow. "I-I tol' Bo t'stop but he didn't! He didn't!" He drew in a shaky breath and looked down at his hands. His damn hands. "I tried and tried but-but t'blood won' stop! It didn't! It didn't stop!" His voice crack as he slid off the bed to his knees. H covered his face in his hands, and he felt sick. He could still feel that boy's blood. He could smell it and he wanted it to burn. "I tried t'stop it! I tried!"

You only could sit there and watch as he fell apart on the floor. "You..." you shifted in the bed and shuffled away from him. "You're a monster."

His head shot up and looked at you. He was breathing fast, shaking his head. "Don-don't say 'at!"

"You let him kill Jace!"

"Stop! Stop it, please!" His voice was cracking, every word breaking at the seams. "I-I'm sorry! I tried so hard!"

You moved away from him until you were on the other side of the bed. Jonesy was next to Lester licking his tears. Your legs shook as you rolled out of bed and pressed your back against the wall. Here you thought he was a nice guy, a gentleman like in the books. Here was... his angel winged tattoo wrapped in barbwire for a reason, and you wanted to hurt. To bleed. To kill.

But you were better than that. You had to be better than that.

You hugged your legs and tied to silent your cry, but sob escaped as you looked up at the ceiling, screaming out in pain, crying out to the ceiling. Your best friend, your brother. He was all you had left because he took you in from your family, from that pitiful place called home. Just for a trip to see the south! Your mother was excited for you to leave and travel. She always wanted to travel. Here you were, going on an adventure and he's gone. Dead.

You heard his feet shuffling towards you with Jonesy on his heels. Soon, she was licking your face and whining as she tired to calm you, but you hugged her tightly and cried in her fur. Lester sat on his knees a couple feet away from you, his face broken with too many emotions and tears. He was trying so hard to keep it together long enough to finish his story. You had to hear him out. You have too!

"He ask-asked me t'keep ya safe 'n cared fer," he choked in choppy breaths. "An' I-I gave 'im my word. Sinclairs keep their-their words." He gripped his hands tightly. "I begged Bo not t'kill ya! I Begged an' he made-made a deal wit' me."

Your head perked up. "What deal?" You felt sick.

He lets out a deep breath, answering, "He-he said ya hav'two months t'say-say ya love me."

You let out a laugh loud enough to cut him deep. "You're dreaming if you think I'll ever love you!"

He swallowed hard as fat tears fall again. "Ya gotta or-or Bo'll kill ya."

"Let him," you laughed. "Jace was all I had left! Now what? Take me out back-"

"No-"

"-and shoot me?"

"No!" He yelled. His face was mangled in fear and sadness. "No! I-I can't do 'at!"

"Why?" You scoffed. "You're like him, aren't you?" Your words stung him as he was trying to grapple at something, anything, but his hads were falling through. "You're a killer like him!"

He snapped, his fist balled up as he hits the wall. Jonesy jumped up from you and stood between you and him as if she was trying to keep you safe. His hand went through it as if it was paper. "I don't lik' killing! I-I never had!" Then his face fell as he looked down as his voice grew softer. "I never liked killin'. Animals, bugs, people-- I don' lik' killin'."

Your eyes glossed over him then squeezed your eyes shut. "So, you promised to keep me safe?"

"Yea," he whispered, his voice defeated and tired. "I gave my word." He moved his hand from the wall and holds it close to him. Lester licks his lips nervously, "Sincalir's always keep their promises." His knuckles were bleeding and the skin was raw from the new pain. "He-he called ya 'snickers' an' said 't'keep sinkers safe'." That was your nickname. Only Jace knew it. "An' I promised."

You took a few shakey breaths. "And Bo won't kill me if I save that I love you?"

He nods, his brown eyes red and puffy.

You looked at the bed and closed your eyes. What were yo to do? But you made your mind up. "You said I have two months?"

"Yes."

"It takes thirty days to fall into habit," you hummed. "And it takes thirty days for feelings to grow." You looked at Lester up and down. "I do not love you today, Lester Sinclair, and I will not love you tomorrow." He looked like a puppy that just got kicked. "But, everyday, I will find a reason to. Even if that mean I have to think about it really hard." You kissed Jonesy head and hugged her. "For now, I don't love you and I think I will never love you." You closed your eyes as you looked away from his hurt face. "But I will learn to. One day at a time. Thirty days. I'll write them down."

Lester nodded his head as he held his hurt hand tighter. Thirty days. That seems good enough.

"But you have to do the same in kind," you said, locking eyes with him. "You have to find thirty things about me every day."

"Lik'," he swallowed the lump in his throat, "lik' twenty questions? Askin' a question a day?"

You needed. "Yep. Every single day until there is nothing left." You looked at the bed. "We are not sleeping together. No chance in hell."

"Got it."

You both looked at each other then at the hole in the wall. Shakily, you found the strength to stand up from the floor. "Come on, let's get that hand wrapped."

************

Outside the door, Vincent stood still as he listened to the whole thing. He was going to check on you and his brother since last night, but hearing this, all of this and the plan...

He has to make sure it works and Bo doesn't interfere. He was to or you'll die. Lester can't handle that type of pain.

His brother was right, though. A Sinclair's word is strong, and a promise is a promise. He'll do everything that he could to make sure you're safe with his baby brother. He'll make sure Bo doesn't do anything. He'll make sure to keep his murderous thoughts to himself and act out on visitors... both him and his twin.

He promises, y/n.

Vincent Sinclair promises.

[yyh4ever]

Yu Yu Hakusho WEBKUJI No. 10 ~Dive to Black~

The prizes of the 10th Yu Yu Hakusho Web Lottery have been disclosed! To celebrate the 10th edition, web-kuji has a luxurious lineup for the prizes! Also, for the first time, the goods will be sold at stores from October 28th, 2023. Available stores will be announced on the official site.

►Official site: web-kuji

►Lottery type: box type

►Sales period: October 28 (Sat) to December 12, 2023 (Tue)

►Selling price: 750 yen/ticket (tax included) *Up to 80 tickets per order

►Shipping: early to mid-February 2024

►Prizes:

PRIZE A: Big Bath Towel

Size: Extra Large (H600mm x W1200mm)

Material: polyester, cotton

PRIZE B: Big Acrylic Stand (7 types)

Size: Maximum height of 235mm (varies depending on the type)

Material: Acrylic (3mm thick)

PRIZE C: Tumbler (7 types)

Size: H135mm x φ85mm

Material: PP

PRIZE D: Acrylic Stand (7 types)

Size: H120mm x W65mm

Material: Acrylic (3mm thick)

PRIZE E: Smoked Keychain (7 types)

A stylish keychain made of translucent acrylic.

Size: within H70mm x W50mm

Material: Acrylic (3mm thickness)/Alumina can

PRIZE F: A4 Art Board (8 types)

Size: H297mm x W210mm (A4)

Material: Cardboard (paper)

PRIZE G: Large Can Badges (7 types)

Size: φ76mm

Material: Tin

LAST WIN: Big Bath Towel (7 types)

A luxurious benefit that you will receive when you finish drawing all the lottery tickets in the BOX! This is a large bath towel measuring approximately 120 cm. You can choose the type of your choice.

Size: H1200mm x W600mm

Material: polyester, cotton

Big Bath Towel (at stores version, 1 type)

PURCHASE BENEFIT: Coaster (7 types)

For every 5 purchases per transaction, you will receive one random coaster!

*This gift is only available to those who purchase the lottery online, there will be no distribution at stores.

Size: H90mm x W90mm

Material: Cardboard

ONE MORE CHANCE: Acrylic Panel

10 people will be randomly selected from among the customers to receive an acrylic panel! Those who purchased at the stores can apply using the serial code on the lottery ticket stub.

Size: H150mm x W300mm

Material: Acrylic (3mm thick)/Metal (foot parts)

My fox hips don't lie hehehe....

[cecelianonymous22]

Featured Items for Sale!

Custom Bracelets and Playlists

On my Etsy, you can order custom Kandi and bracelets, or a carefully handmade playlist based on your favorite blorbo, ship, fandom inside joke, or whatever you please!

Playlists are $0.50 for 50 songs, and when your order is completed, you get a personalized Spotify code and a collaboration link so you can add or remove whatever songs you want! They're by far the most popular on my shop currently.

Meanwhile, I have three types of bracelets available: Kandi, standard bracelets, and charm bracelets! (In order from left to right). Kandi is $5, bracelets are $15, and charm bracelets are $13.

Pins

Above are my flower pins (each with a unique background color!), recycled Pokemon card pins, and recycled cardstock pins. The first set are original designs printed and pressed with my own button press. The other two are common Pokemon Cards and old greeting cards cut and pressed into pins to give them a new life and a new shiny look! The greeting card pins also have some unique texturing on them. Any remaining excesses are stored away in a box to be turned into paper at a later date.

All pins are $1.

You can also get any flower turned into various items like stickers, phone cases, coasters, and clothing on my Redbubble!

I Loaf You Stickers (and pin) <3

Just a simple little silly sticker I made! The outline of the bread was traced over a photo I took at a steakhouse on my birthday and sent to my boyfriend. I thought it would be kinda funny, and something I would totally get for myself.

A 1 inch sticker is $0.45, a 3 inch sticker is $1.00, a 5 inch sticker is $2.10, a 7 inch sticker is $5, and as always, the pin button variant is $1.

Cottagecore Arcade Carpet Pattern

Have you ever dreamed of a perfect mix of cottagecore and nostalgic arcade carpets? Probably not! I never have either, but I made this anyway because I thought it was a fun idea. If you'd like this pattern on something like a pin, bandana, laptop case, blanket, bag, and so much more, you can head over to the Redbubble listing to get your desired item! Or, if you'd like to buy the pattern itself for $35 to use for yourself (with credit!!), you can check out the Etsy listing.

[ditsyknits]

These coasters are for sale! Each one is four inches square, made entirely of cotton, and handmade by me :) $100 for the set, free shipping within the US.

Every penny from this sale will go to the Mass Bail Fund, which posts bail for people awaiting trial who otherwise would not be able to afford their own bail. They help directly fight the carceral system by getting people out of jail and back into their homes and lives!

DM me if you’re interested! These could be shipped as early as Saturday 🌠