#axis wheels

[masterisabelle]

Hello wheel of fortune nation (consisting of two people) here’s your food now eat it good

[emaadsidiki]

Centennial Wheel 🎡 Chicago 🏙️

[daddysweden]

Another summer art!!

[biggest-bara-tiddies]

Trying to make a car in Tears of the Kingdom. I work in the middle of the road. NPCs can’t get around my genius project. They stare. Soulless yet judging. I finally get the wheels on and the fan in the right place. I turn the fan on. I don’t move. I’ve spent 10 minutes gluing wheels to a flat wooden board. The NPCs stare. The horses 20 feet away whinny in mockery

[starboysbrainrot]

aiolia and camus have so much potential when it comes to imagining a friendship between them and I’m sad that the fandom fails to see that most of the time

also I think that the aiolia-milo-camus trio also has some very funny dynamics going on when you think about it (third wheeling aiolia I’m looking at you)

[taevisionceo]

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Data A006R - Apr 12, 2023

[everest81]

hmm.... Wheel... around humanish being...

@accidental-funger-reference ?

[humongousabysmal]

Ive never needed a small thin tube more in my entire life

[ithrivehere]

Exploring The Muladhara (Root) Chakra

In the last blog post, we talked about the seven wheels of energy for beginners. I listed the traditional Hindu name, color, location of the chakras, and affirmations. In this article, we’re going to take a deep look into the root chakra. This foundation of our energy system provides an essential balance and well-being. The translation in English means wheel. The root chakra, also known as the…

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Dentist + Leech Creature Reader

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"Darling!! Your loving spouse has returned home! And I brought a friend!!"

The wheels of a stationary chair perched by the window side creak beneath the momentum of weight hurled against its backing- Wet footsteps slap against the wooden floor, bent legs staggering to a rise as a ring of keys fall placidly in their assigned bowl. Gurgles rumble deeply in the silhouette's chest, synchronizing with the doctor's hum.

"Oh? Greeting me of your own volition today, are we?" The human shrugs off their coat, tactfully tossing the article of clothing over their right arm as curiosity lures focus to the fuzzy lump swaddled in their grasp.

"You even got out of your chair for me. I'm always happy to see you on your feet, but please- Don't overexert yourself for my sake."

Bending at the knee, the doctor's cheek fits snuggly to their beloved's hip - vacant hand pawing at the trained muscles of their legs.

"These legs... If they were built for this earth, I fear I'd never see you again, my dear. I still remember that first evening we met. You were halfway across the pond by the time I had my socks off."

Lost in the streets of memory lane, quiet hisses snag the dentist from their rose-tinted recollections of that fateful day.

"Moving on." The human adjusts the particularly shaped object on their arm; a black, bead eye peaking out from the hood of their coat.

"We received this little angel this morning. They were meant to teach the children how to brush their teeth, but upon discovering their... unusual brand of beauty, I'm afraid they wouldn't be the best playmate for human children."

The dentist pulls back their coat - fluffy brown ears springing to life as the cloth drifts to the floor. A minature face mask sat beneath the bear's chin, rows of white mounds poking from under its snout.

"Do they remind you of anyone, Dear?"

Puzzled, you inspect at the stuffed toy from another angle - head tilted to one shoulder. It was difficult to point any differences from similar gifts your human had thrust upon you in the past.

"How about now?" The dentist pries the bear's jaws apart using their index and middle fingers. Parted wide, it was easier to see the molded plastics uncentered axis in the poor creature's mouth - plausibly due to the additional growths sprinkled sporadically across the surface of its tongue.

Tooth after tooth jutted from the floor and roof of the bear's mouth, leaving barely any space resembling the fleshy walls underneath. Gazing into the gaping hole in the animal's face, your tongue against one of the many collections of teeth filling your own as you point.

"Mmm...e...?"

"That's right, Love! It reminded me of you! Can you believe they wanted to send them back? Now when I'm at the office, I'll have a little version of you to-"

Snatching the bear from their arms, you creep over to the couch - collapsing by its arm as you curl your larger body around the plush animal, stroking your cheek against its fur affectionately.

"Or- You can have it..."

Where is a camera when you need one?

[thelonebookman]

You can distract yourselves for a whole 4-6 months straight?!

me right now

[todays-xkcd]

My competitors say the tiny single tiny caster is unsafe, unstable, and offers no advantages over traditional designs, to which I say: wow, why are you guys so mean? I thought we were friends!

Monocaster [Explained]

Transcript

[A 2-axis chart with the x-axis labelled "number of wheels" and the y-axis labelled "wheel diameter" upon which various wheeled transport means are drawn, including scooters, skates, skateboards, bikes, cars, and unicycles. In the lower left corner (small wheel, 1 wheel) there is a drawing of Cueball on a board with a single caster wheel, labelled with two question marks.]

Caption: My new mono caster board fills a key gap in the wheeled vehicle market.

[taevisionceo]

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Data A006R - Jul 06, 2023

[bigification]

Nice Throw - Part 1

"Hey, catch!"

You hear someone yell from behind you. The line activates an instinct inside of you, forged from years of competitive football experience. You turn towards the direction of the voice and see a football hurdle towards you. It's a beautiful throw, spinning perfectly around one axis with no wobble. You reach out your hands and let the ball fall into your grasp.

The moment the leather hits your skin, an arcane power begins to spill out of the football and into your hands. Though the adrenaline from having to react to the football has made you oblivious to the tingly feeling that's growing in your hands.

Your already thick and calloused hands begin to swell. Strong fingers plump up like sausages and your palms widen, increasing your grip on the ball. Your defined and vascular arms start to fade under a thick layer of fat, making your biceps look soft yet still massive.

You get ready to throw the football back, but as you start to wind up, the tingling feeling spreads to your body. Strong and juicy pecs melt under your tight shirt as they start to resemble tits rather than pecs. Your nipples grow large and sensitive as they start to stick out more, making them unmistakable through your shirt. And your six pack is quickly engulfed by a round and soft mound of fat. Within moments, what were perfectly defined abs becomes a small belly that lightly pushes out your shirt. Then a round pot belly that makes you look like a dad who drinks too much beer and watches the game from his couch everyday. Then, with one last surge, it becomes a full on ball gut that makes you look 9 months pregnant with twins.

Your shirt rides up to your deepened belly button as your gut spills over your waistband. The change in your center of gravity throws you off a bit, causing you to abort the throw. You tuck the ball close to your soft chest, lining up another throw.

As you get into position, the tingling feeling spreads down your body. Your waist swells with plump love handles that make your shirt ride up even more. Your perky ass expands to the point that it sags slightly under its own weight. Though those tight shorts of yours are doing a good job at keeping those cheeks in place, even if it means showing the top of your crack to the world. The shorts continue to tighten as a thick fat pad engulfs your dick, making it look much smaller than it is.

You take a few steps to line up your throw. As you do so, your thighs blow up with both muscle and fat, allowing you to confidently hold up your immense weight. And your feet double in size, causing your toes to burst out the front.

You take a few steps and launch the ball towards the man who threw it at you. As you let go of the ball, the last bit of magic seeps out into your skin, causing your sharp jawline to melt under a soft double chin. Not to worry, however, because a thick beard soon covers your new chin folds.

The other man catches the ball with ease.

"Nice throw!" The man says with a mischievous wink before walking away.

You smile, happy to have a nice little interaction with a stranger to brighten your day. But then you remember, you were on your way to your football game. You're the captain so you can't be late.

After a short struggle, you squeeze into your tiny car and adjust the seat as far back as it can go. Your gut still rubs against the wheel, but you like the belly rubs. One short fast food stop later, and you make it to your university. You waddle to the locker room and take off your shirt, showing off the true scale of your body. Sitting down, you spread your massive thighs to allow your gut to hang right between them. You pull out a burger you ordered earlier and get in a good pre game snack, basically nothing compared to what you usually get in the way home after a game.

Faint footsteps grow closer and closer until a gruff, but remarkably fit man walks around the corner.

"Hey coach." You try to say with a mouth full of food.

"Pete? Is that you?" He asks, clearly in shock as he scans your body up and down a few times.

"Of course it's me, coach." You chuckle, "I'm ready for the state championship."

"How.... How did this happen..." He says as he approaches you and grabs a handful of your gut.

That same arcane power begins to spill out from your body into his, causing his hands to start to grow.

To be continued...

[unu-nunium]

I know this is delightful but everyone has to look at this graph again and realize that over 86% of the animals that used the wheel were mice - snails only make a fraction of around 7%. It's still more significant than the other animals in this graph, but in my opinion not enough to proclaim that slugs love wheels.

[nayaesworld]

Made Men

Mafia!Terry Richmond x Black reader

Warnings: MDNI, Family trauma, mentions of murder, betrayal

A/N: Happy Lovers Day y’all…I hope y’all enjoy💕

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Summary: Focus on your studies, mind your manners, and stay away from that Richmond boy. Your aunt sang that same tune to you over and over again…but destiny had better plans. And In a world where most people experienced death long before love, how could you deny fate when it came wrapped in a 6’3 package with a crimson bow on top..made men made the underground world go round and yours just so happened to be a bit off its axis..

His very own Miss Universe. The epitome of black beauty and radiance, and he loved you. For all the things that were terribly wrong and fucked up in his life, you were that one right thing in his world that kept him grounded and humble. He loved you for all your weird quirks and interests, for all your loud laughs and giggles, and yet life was telling him yet again that he couldn’t have it all.

Why did the two of you deserve to pay for the past grievances of your families? Why did the two of you have to pay for something that y’all weren’t alive to experience? People were trying to keep her out of his reach, without knowing how far he’d go to get her. No limits. No fucks given for the lives he’d take so they had better stay out of his way. No more separation from her. He couldn’t live that way, couldn’t live without her.

She was worth the trouble, she was worth the risk.

Hands tapping lightly against the steering wheel of his 1969 Ford Mustang. Smoke billowing in the cabin of the car from his cigar. He had learned early on that patience was a virtue and honing it for the right moment made all the difference. He was watching and waiting for his cue, a signal from his baby. It was such a shame he had to even go to such lengths to bust her out of that prison they called her home. A sit down was what he was hoping for, a little chat of some sort to get down to the bottom of this bullshit. So much bull shit. Terry knew who he had to have it with and he played out how things might go in his head, but he’d take any chance if it meant peace with her.

A light switched on and off twice in the living room of the house. His signal..and a sign that things might not be going so smoothly inside for her. He blew out a stressed breath before he stepped out of his car, frustrations were running high but he tried to remain calm and let the bite from the wind chill his hot head. They were supposed to be on the road by now. Long gone and doused in the warm sun deep in Jamaica. A retreat..an escape from this life, and her Valentine’s Day gift. Yet here he was February 13th a day before…bulllshit. His long black leather trench coat blew in the wind as he advanced towards her childhood home.

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You

Things were bad again between you and your aunt. The packed bags and visible passport sent her into a fit of rage. Only this time you met her frenzied haze of nasty words and disappointment with your own anger. You were beyond fed up, her constant overprotective nature and disregard for your feelings was wearing you down.

“What? You thought I was gonna just let you run off with that boy…he’s no good?!”

“You never even tried to get to know him, you’re a fucking hypocrite, you’re ruining my damn life and you don’t even care!” Wet hot tears streamed from your face endlessly, your body running high on emotions and you were lightheaded from all the yelling.

“I know enough about his family that I shouldn’t have ever let you get close to him! You don’t know what you think you do and I’m sick of repeating myself.”

“Yet again you're speaking in a riddle like I’m some child..tell me the truth. If you care for me how you so often claim. Tell. Me. The. Truth.” Your fingers hit your palm after every word. Beyond fed up with your aunt's silly little rants, this was not going to be how you continued to live your life.

A heavy knock at the front door shut her mouth before she could lie again. The knock was loud and solid, but knowing who resided on the other side of it made your hammering heartbeat calm down enough for you to finally breathe.

Your protector.

Your calm in the loud world.

Your Terry.

You rushed to open the door, almost pulling it clean from its hinges in your rush to get there before your aunt. Leathered hands reached for you and pulled you into his embrace, the smooth cool leather not hiding the rapid thump of his heartbeat. He was angry too..and rightfully so.

“Are you ok..did anybody put their hands on you?” He fired off questions quickly and I shook my head no before he placed me behind him and stepped into the house.

“You’re not welcomed here..bold of you to show your goddamn face.”

“I’m welcomed wherever she is. Because unlike you I have her best interest..period.” You watched him reach down and set a timer on his wristwatch before he rolled his tense shoulders.

“Five minutes. That’s how long you get to tell your niece the truth, or I will. Tell her why you can’t bear to look me in my face…why you can’t tell her the truth after 25 fucking years of raising her.”

Vanessa; your aunt stared daggers at Terry. She reached into her purse and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes and a lighter. A sign that she was getting overly irritated and anxious but you could care less. She owed you this and so much more. She pat the bottom of the pack before pulling one out and quickly lighting it.

“ I don’t owe her or you a motherfucking thing. And if you knew what was good for you, you’d watch your next words carefully.” Deflection. It was typical with her.

“Tick-Tock auntie, you do it or I will.” His usual smile ridden face was still and frozen in anger. A stark difference from the man you cracked jokes with.

“You damn Richmond men..always coming around taking what doesn’t belong to you. A bunch of no good ass niggas!” More riddles. More rage.

“Tell her how your obsessive and lustful behavior behind my uncle put her mother and father in harm's way. How you knew he actually wanted her but you didn’t mind playing the back field just as long as you were around him.” And there it was, the truth that for some reason I wasn’t owed. The reason my parents were murdered.

“Tell her! How even though you knew her mother had no interest in my uncle, you still planted those seeds into his head that got her parents murdered..you knew he couldn’t take her rejecting him and you sat back and watched this unfold anyways.”

Sobs escaped your mouth and threatened to choke me with their escape. The truth really did hurt and right not that pain was feeling more physical than mental. All that time without the truth..without your parents. Your child would never know this kind of pain and despair. You pulled the white mohair cardigan tightly around your little bump. You and Terry were going half on God's greatest gift to earth…something to live for and do better for. Your sole reason for wanting to get the hell away from this place. You had done your time here tenfold, it was time to get away and raise your baby with your fiancé.

“Go put your bags in the car baby..I’ll be right behind you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and handed your bags to you.

“Hmm so you just gonna choose that nigga over your own flesh, how are you any different from me neice?”

I rushed over to rearrange her face but Terry grabbed me and pulled me to him. My shaking hands were covered by his large ones and I let their warmth mingled in with his protective gaze soothe me.

“Remember what we’re fighting for, baby. She’s not worth it, you know that, it’s just me, you, and our future.” He bent down into a squat and pressed a kiss to my belly, whispering kind words and affirmations to it.

“That baby will have his last name… his DNA. That’s no family of mine. You leave this house,you're dead to me girl!”

“I’m counting on it.” And with that you grabbed Terry's car keys and slowly carried all your belongings outside. Freedom at last.

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Terry

“I haven’t heard from Terrell in a week, what did you do to him? I’ll have your body parts scattered from here to fucking South America..don’t test me boy!”

“My uncle is dead..and if you don’t want to meet the same fate as him I’d advise you to watch what you say next Vanessa. This is the bed you made, lay in it.”

“Terrell was a good man! He had his bad days, name a person that doesn’t…he loved me and you took him from me!” More deluded thoughts of “love” but what this really was was a sick obsession.

“My uncle was a sorry ass nigga. A scum that deserved to be wiped clean from this earth…behind her you gotta know I’ll get rid of anybody so please don’t be so surprised.”

Terry stepped into your room and headed to her walk-in closet where she had the rest of her valuables packed and tucked into a corner. He slung the duffel bags over his shoulder and grasped the photo album containing pictures of her and her parents before walking from the room. Vanessa sat in the recliner near the window watching Y/n settle into the passenger seat. Envy written across her face clear as day. She wanted what she couldn’t have, so she had planned to live vicariously through her niece. But those days were over.

“For what it's worth, she really did love you. Long before you broke her heart and crushed her dreams, you meant something to her once upon a time.” She squinted her eyes at him and walked over to stand toe to toe with him. Smoke from her cigarette blowing out of her pity and into his face.

“Get out of my house. And if you or her return to this city I won’t stop her uncles from going after either of you.”

Terry simply smirked to himself before walking away and out into the cold air. The constant purr of his car welcoming him back.

“Where will we go?” He stared into her pretty shining eyes, hands stroking her cheek.

“The time I had to spend away from you…I had something built for us, a haven. I promised you a home to raise our child in, someplace silent and serene. That place is ready love.”

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“Baby you have to secure her head first..I promise you won’t break her.” You laughed softly at the panicked look on Terry’s face as you slid your one month old daughter into his arms.

Peace and bliss had befallen you and Terry those last months of your pregnancy. As he promised he had you nestled away in the beautiful woods of Fairburn, Georgia. The 3,000 square foot lake house sat on the Chattahoochee River smack dead in the middle of two acres of land ; it had a wrap-around porch and had three bedrooms and bathrooms. Your pregnancy was safe and your baby was healthy because of it, the quiet air surrounding you was a safety net.

You found peace everywhere on the property. Sitting on the front porch sipping your favorite red wine,arranging a savory dinner on the marble island in your kitchen, splashing your feet into the river while your fire pit crackled beside you, or those sweet nights where you laid in bed curled into the hard ridges of your fiancés body. Now your favorite times were spent nursing your daughter Clark, and adjusting to and loving the everlasting changes of motherhood. The love between you and Terry grew constantly and sometimes you’d wonder how it was even possible to love someone with every fiber of your being…how you could love everything about him.

“That little eyebrow arch she does is all you, and she thinks it’s so funny…hi my little dumpling aren’t you just the funniest sweet thing.” Your squeaky baby voice had Terry chuckling as you moved away to prepare her bottle. You poured the cooled breast milk into a four ounce bottle before placing it inside a bottle warmer to be heated. You squirted a bit on your wrist to test its temperature before walking into the living room and handing it to Terry. You watched her as her little hungry coos filled the living room and her tiny hands reached up to pull in her father’s shirt.

You munched on oatmeal chocolate chip lactation cookies and stroked the fine hairs along his neck. “Thank you for rescuing me. All I had to do was mention my situation one time,you never questioned me,never hesitated, all you did was act. I’m blessed that Clark has you for a father, she won’t ever feel what I felt growing up.”

“You thank me? I did what a man was supposed to do love, you don’t see that light around you..that light that binds me to you. I’ve killed for you…and to keep this peace I’d do it again. Because there is no price too high to pay for what you give me, what you just gave me.” He racked down and pecked a kiss onto the baby’s head before pulling you in for a tender kiss.

“We’re raising our daughter together, she’ll always have us…always feel the love we have for her. She's gonna grow up here and never have to lift a finger. She’ll be beautiful and smart just like her mommy because that’s what we intend for her.”

“And so it will be darling…next on our list the wedding”

“You ready to become Mrs.Richmond and give me a bunch of babies?”

“I’ve been Mrs.Richmond since we were seventeen having baseball tournaments in the park.. I loved you then and I still do…and I’ll give you a hundred babies, pretty boy.”

“Mm you want me to lay Clark down so we can work on number two right now..I think she wants a sibling, look at that face.” He held her up and matched the cute pouty expression on her face.

“My baby said no such thing..but mommy does need some loving from daddy. Can you have her down in ten minutes?”

He put her in the crook of his arm and began rocking her slowly. “Make it five, and put that new lace set on…I wanna tear it off you.”

You took off running towards your shared room and slipped into the racy pink set. You sank into the plush bed giggling softly to yourself. Thank god for made men…

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