#baby oil manufacturer

[youthxtract]

As a leading private label baby care products manufacturer, we specialize in creating high-quality, safe, and customizable essentials for your brand. From gentle lotions and shampoos to baby oils and creams, we offer tailored solutions that meet the highest safety standards and are free from harsh chemicals. Our products are designed to be gentle on delicate baby skin, while our flexible manufacturing process ensures we can accommodate businesses of all sizes. With a focus on quality, sustainability, and customer satisfaction, we provide services pan India, helping you bring trusted, premium baby personal care products to market that parents will love and rely on

[rudra99]

Baby Massage Oil Manufacturing Plant Project Report 2024: Industry Trends, Plant Setup, Cost and Revenue

Baby massage oil is a gentle and nurturing product designed specifically for the delicate skin of infants. It serves as an essential tool for parents and caregivers to bond with their babies while promoting relaxation and overall well-being. Baby massage has been a time-honored tradition in many cultures, known for its soothing and developmental benefits. This specialized oil is formulated to provide the right balance of hydration and nourishment, ensuring that a baby's sensitive skin remains soft, smooth, and protected. In this introduction, we explore the significance of baby massage oil in fostering parent-child connections and contributing to a baby's healthy growth and development.

Read More at: https://www.imarcgroup.com/baby-massage-oil-manufacturing-plant-project-report

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.

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[pluckyredhead]

The past few days I've been thinking a lot about the General Slocum disaster.

It's a mostly forgotten story now, but the General Slocum was a passenger steamboat that was used for excursion trips around New York during the turn of the 20th century. In 1904 it caught on fire and sank in the East River, and over a thousand people died (there were less than 1400 aboard to begin with). Most of them were women and children. They were on a church-sponsored picnic outing.

From top to bottom, the story of the General Slocum is about corporate greed, and corruption, and incompetence:

The fire was probably started by a match or cigarette (!) in the Lamp Room, which was full of straw, oily rags, and lamp oil (!).

A child told the captain that the ship was on fire, but the captain ignored him. The crew didn't properly inform the captain of the fire until ten minutes later.

The captain inexplicably made for North Brother Island, even though other islands were closer. Steering directly into headwinds spread the fire faster.

The crew hadn't practiced a fire drill in the past year.

None of the safety equipment on the ship worked, because the steamboat company found it cheaper to pay off safety inspectors than to keep their ships up to code.

There was a hose on board, but it was so old and rotten that it burst when the crew tried to hook it up. The crew then gave up trying to put out the fire or help anyone and abandoned ship.

The lifeboats were wired to the deck, and the wires had then been painted over, rather than removing the lifeboats each time the ship got a fresh coat of paint, so it they were impossible to lower.

The life preservers were filled with cork. They were supposed to weigh a certain amount, so the manufacturer had put lead bars in some of them to make weight.

Others were so old that the cork inside had disintegrated into powder. Solid cork floats. Powdered cork sinks.

That meant that some of the mothers who survived described putting life preservers on their babies and throwing them into the river to escape the flames, and watching them sink.

Very few people could swim at the time, and everyone was wearing the heavy wool clothing of the period. Hundreds of people drowned.

The disaster decimated the immigrant community of Little Germany on the Lower East Side, where most of the deceased were from. Fathers who hadn't been able to attend the picnic because they were working got home to find their wives and children were all dead. Dozens of bodies were either never found, or found but never identified.

Though multiple safety inspectors and employees of the steamboat company were indicted, only the captain - who very much became the scapegoat for the whole thing - was convicted. The steamboat company paid a nominal fine. The one silver lining was that state and federal safety regulations were strengthened in the aftermath.

Like I said at the beginning, this story is mostly forgotten. A lot of historians credit that to the Titanic upstaging it just a few years later. Adella Wotherspoon, who survived the General Slocum as a baby and lived until 2004 (!), said she knew why: "The Slocum people were very poor or middle class. They were often German immigrants. The Titanic and other ships had celebrities."

I don't really have a moral to this story, except that safety regulations matter, ships full of immigrants are just as important as ships full of rich people, and humans have pretty much always been the same, as far as I can tell.

(If you want to know more, I highly recommend Ship Ablaze: The Tragedy of the Steamboat General Slocum by Edward T. O'Donnell, the excellent Wikipedia page, and the Bowery Boys podcast episode on the disaster.)

[notwiselybuttoowell]

The election of Donald Trump as president for a second time and the Republican takeback of the U.S. Senate could undo many of the national climate policies that are most reducing planet-warming greenhouse gas emissions, according to climate solutions experts. When they list measures that are making the most difference, it lines up with policies Trump has said he’ll target. These rollbacks will come as more lives are being lost in heat waves, record amounts of climate pollution are accumulating in the atmosphere, the United States has been hit with what may be two of its most expensive hurricanes, and nations, which will meet in Baku, Azerbaijan next week for climate negotiations, have failed to take strong action to change these realities. [at time of posting COP29 has begun] Here are some of the measures.

The Inflation Reduction Act, the nation’s landmark climate law This law is significant because it is expected to reduce U.S. emissions by about 40% by 2030, if it unfolds as planned in the coming years. It funnels money to measures that substitute clean energy for dirty. One major way it does so is by giving credits to businesses people who build new solar and wind farms. But it’s not limited to that. It encourages developers of geothermal energy and businesses that separate the carbon dioxide from their smokestacks and bury it underground. It incentivizes the next generation of nuclear power. It gives a $7,500 tax credit to people who buy electric cars. People who buy their cars used can get a credit too, as long as they don’t earn too much to qualify. Trump, by contrast, has summed up his energy policy as “drill, baby, drill” and pledged to dismantle what he calls Democrats’ “green new scam” in favor of boosting production of fossil fuels such as oil, natural gas and coal, the main causes of climate change. He vows to end subsidies for wind power that were included in the landmark 2022 climate law. If Trump does target the climate law, there are provisions that are likely safe. One is a credit for companies in advanced manufacturing, because it is perceived as “America first and pro-U.S. business,” said David Shepheard, partner and energy expert at the global consultant Baringa. Incentives for electric vehicles are likely most at risk, he added. In a call Wednesday morning, Scott Segal, head of a communications group at the law firm Bracewell LLP, which represents the energy industry, said the climate law is not likely to be repealed. Dan Jasper, a senior policy advisor at Project Drawdown, said repealing parts of the climate law could backfire because most of the investments and jobs are in Republican congressional districts.

Pollution from electric power plants The main U.S. rule aimed at reducing the climate change that comes from making electricity at power plants that burn coal is also considered vulnerable. This rule from the Environmental Protection Agency, announced in April, would force many coal-fired plants to capture 90% of their carbon emissions or shut down within eight years, Shepheard said. It was projected to reduce roughly 1.38 billion metric tons of carbon dioxide through 2047, along with tens of thousands of tons of other harmful air pollutants. Industry groups and Republican-controlled states have filed legal challenges to a host of EPA rules including this one and Trump’s victory means the Justice Department is unlikely to defend it. Under a Trump presidency, it is unlikely to survive, Shepheard said. The United States has been reducing carbon dioxide emissions primarily by replacing coal-fired power plants with clean, renewable power, said Stanford University climate scientist Rob Jackson, who chairs the Global Carbon Project, a group of scientists that tracks countries’ carbon dioxide emissions. “I hope that we don’t lose sight of the benefits of clean energy,” he said. “It’s not just about the climate. It’s about our lives and our health.”

Limiting leaks from damaging methane, or natural gas The Biden administration was under pressure to reduce one of the main pollutants contributing to drought, heat waves, flooding and stronger hurricanes — methane or natural gas. It leaks out of oil and gas equipment, sometimes deliberately when companies consider it too expensive to transport. The Biden administration issued the first national rules on this. Industry groups and Republican-leaning states have challenged the rule in court. They say the Environmental Protection Agency overstepped its authority and set unattainable standards. The EPA said the rules are squarely within its legal responsibilities and would protect the public.

Fuel-efficient vehicles The Environmental Protection Agency has issued its strongest rules on tailpipe emissions from cars and trucks under the Biden administration. While it is unclear who will head the EPA under Trump, the agency is considered likely to begin a lengthy process to repeal and replace a host of standards including the one on tailpipe emissions, which Trump falsely calls an electric vehicle “mandate.″ Trump rolled back more than 100 environmental laws as president and that number is likely to grow in a second term. Trump has said EV manufacturing will destroy jobs in the auto industry and has falsely claimed that battery-powered cars don’t work in cold weather and aren’t able to travel long distances. Trump softened his rhetoric in recent months after Tesla CEO Elon Musk endorsed him and campaigned heavily for his election. Even so, industry officials expect Trump to try to slow a shift to electric cars.

Drilling in Alaska refuge Trump is almost certain to reinstate oil drilling in Alaska’s Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, continuing a partisan battle that has persisted for decades. Biden and other Democratic presidents have blocked drilling in the sprawling refuge, which is home to polar bears, caribou and other wildlife. Trump opened the area to drilling in a 2017 tax cut law enacted by congressional Republicans. No drilling has occurred in the refuge, although the U.S. Bureau of Land Management on Wednesday proposed a lease sale by the end of December that could lead to oil drilling. The sale is required under the 2017 law.

Transition to cleaner energy, transport will continue Trump, who has cast climate change as a “hoax,” has said he will also eliminate regulations by the Biden administration to increase the energy efficiency of lightbulbs, stoves, dishwashers and shower heads. Dan Jasper, a senior policy advisor at Project Drawdown said climate action will continue to move forward at the state and local level. Zara Ahmed, who leads policy analysis and science strategy at Carbon Direct, agreed. While there may be an abdication of leadership at the federal level on climate, she’s optimistic that states including California will continue to lead. Clean Air Task Force Executive Director Armond Cohen said on Wednesday that states, cities, utilities and businesses that have committed to net zero emissions will keep working toward those goals, driving record installations of wind and solar energy. Governors of both parties are also interested in ramping up nuclear energy as a carbon-free source of electricity, Cohen said. Trump has said he, too, is interested in developing the next generation of nuclear reactors that are smaller than traditional reactors. Gina McCarthy, a former EPA administrator who was Biden’s first national climate adviser, said Trump will be unable to stop clean energy such as wind, solar and geothermal power. “No matter what Trump may say, the shift to clean energy is unstoppable and our country is not turning back,″ McCarthy said. Advocates for clean energy are bipartisan, well-organized “and fully prepared to deliver climate solutions, boost local economies, and drive climate ambition,′ she said.

[lesb0]

On a journey to eat less processed food. I ate avocado on toast for the first time today. (Because you've talked about it) I loved it! Never found it appealing, but I thought, why not! If you have any other favorite foods, I'd be thrilled if you could share.

Yesss get on the avocado train! Don't be afraid of general processing as much as you should be more inquisitive about highly manufactured foods, my favorite food tofu is processed but it is also an ancient super food right? Another cheap super food dinner that I absolutely love is a hot baked sweet potato, you only have to poke it all over and rub it with oil before putting it directly in the oven for 45 mins.

Another fave dinner of mine that I don't cook often is roasted baby peppers that I cut the tops off of and stuff with a diced mushroom rice tofu stir fry filling.

And last but not least the humble lentil stew. I can eat this every single day of my life, you can put anything in it, and it's about 17¢ per bowl.

Happy eating :-)

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

THIS WEDNESDAY (October 23) at 7PM, I'll be in DECATUR, GEORGIA, presenting my novel THE BEZZLE at EAGLE EYE BOOKS.

#10yrsago Mercilessly pricking the bubbles of AI, Big Data, machine learning https://spectrum.ieee.org/machinelearning-maestro-michael-jordan-on-the-delusions-of-big-data-and-other-huge-engineering-efforts

#10yrsago American businesses devour themselves to enrich the 1% https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2014/10/goldman-makes-it-official-that-the-stock-market-is-manipulated-buybacks-drive-valuations.html

#10yrsago WATCH: top Scientologists heaping abuse on apostate https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EG70fhg0wL4

#5yrsago Griefer terrorizes baby by taking over their Nest babycam…again https://www.siliconvalley.com/2019/10/18/the-voice-from-our-nest-camera-threatened-to-steal-our-baby/

#5yrsago It’s dismayingly easy to make an app that turns a smart-speaker into a password-stealing listening device and sneak it past the manufacturer’s security checks https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2019/10/alexa-and-google-home-abused-to-eavesdrop-and-phish-passwords/

#5yrsago A shrewd guess about the Haunted Mansion’s mysterious Squeaky Door Ghost https://longforgottenhauntedmansion.blogspot.com/2019/10/the-squeaky-door-ghost.html

#5yrsago Rep Katie Porter: an Elizabeth Warren protege and single mom who destroys bumbling, mediocre rich guys in Congressional hearings https://newrepublic.com/article/155268/house-representative-katie-porter-schools-ben-carson-orea-jamie-dimon

#5yrsago Haunted Mansion/Ikea mashup tee https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/4196890-haunted-mansion-ikea-instructions

#1yrago The internet's original sin https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/21/the-internets-original-sin/

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

[youthxtract]

As a leading private label baby care products manufacturer, we specialize in creating high-quality, safe, and customizable essentials for your brand.

From gentle lotions and shampoos to baby oils and creams, we offer tailored solutions that meet the highest safety standards and are free from harsh chemicals. Our products are designed to be gentle on delicate baby skin, while our flexible manufacturing process ensures we can accommodate businesses of all sizes. With a focus on quality, sustainability, and customer satisfaction, we provide services pan India, helping you bring trusted, premium baby personal care products to market that parents will love and rely on

[lark-in-ink]

Probably just triggered a massive eczema outbreak on my fingers but I don't give a fuck because I spent the past 2 hours partially disassembling and cleaning an industrial serger dating from 1980 and she is SO beautiful.

Now I just need to see if the manufacturer still makes the gaskets and oil filters for this baby or if its' gonna be a whole Project.

[ladyescapism]

face time - eris

summary: Things get heated between Eris and his sugar baby over face time.

a/n: I recently saw some modern au pic about the bat boys, and couldn't help myself when it comes to our boy Eris. Also, anything in italics is part of a text conversation.

warnings: sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, mutual masturbation, swearing

wc: 2,000

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You never thought you would ever go this far when you became a sugar baby. The men before were wealthy, but not stupid rich. So, they were into spending money, but they had limits. That all changed when you met Eris Vanserra. 

If someone looked up the definition of ‘old money’, the Vanserra name was bound to pop up. That family had a finger in politics, energy, manufacturing, oil, technology, the stock exchange and more. And at the head of it all: Eris. 

What he was doing at your club, you don’t know. It catered to a wealthy clientele, sure. The average person spent a couple hundred to a thousand a night there and that was still some money to spend for them. But to people like Eris, that was change. 

You were lucky to be on bottle service that night and not being a bartender. You had worn a short, tight leather skirt and a red lace long-line bra as a top. And on your feet, bright red chunky platform heels. The make-up you had done was dark and smokey, giving you a mysterious look and paired with a bright red lip, you were irresistible. 

To Eris at least. You didn’t think he paid a lot of attention to you, beyond the basic male stares you always got. But the next day, you received a phone call from him, asking to meet for lunch, and that he would be willing to pay your fee.  

You decided to meet up with him, despite your concerns about how he got your number and knew that you were a sugar baby. He just said, “There are few things that money can’t buy. Information is not one of them.” 

And thus began your sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship with Eris Vanserra. You had to sign an NAD and another contract outlining the rules and code of conduct for the duration of the relationship. You were thinking about that code of conduct, and wondering if it included the picture you were about to send him. 

He often asked what you were wearing that day. You would send him a picture or short video of your outfit when he asked. He said he loved seeing you in the clothes he bought you. 

But today, you had seen the text when you got out of the shower. Normally, you would send him a picture once you got dressed, but your relationship had grown some in the last month, so you were eager to see if he would let you tease him this much. 

Eris: Let me see your outfit today, princess. 

Y/N: im not wearing much rn 

Y/N: still want to see?? 

The text bubbles popped up and left three times before he responded. 

Eris: Let me see. 

You darted out of the bathroom and to your dresser. You threw open the drawer that you kept your lingerie in. You rifled through the various scraps of lace and leather till you found what you were looking for. The red long-line bra that you were wearing as a top when you first met and the matching thong. You hastily put it on, hoping Eris wouldn’t get impatient. 

It had been a long time since you had taken a sexy photo. You decide to do it in the full-length mirror, standing, twisting your body so that your supple ass was on display and the silhouette of your tits could be seen. It took a few tries to get the angle right, but you finally liked one of the selfies. 

You took a deep breath before sending it to him. 

Eris: You look divine, Y/N.

Eris: I recognize that top. 

Eris: You took that right now, princess?

The flurry of texts caught you off guard. Eris was either a short texter or paragraphs. He only ever texted out of necessity, like when he was at work. Any other time you texted him, he responded with a phone call. 

Y/N: yes I took it rn

Y/N: wanna see?? 

Immediately, a Face Time call from Eris lit up your screen and you answered, laughing a little. 

“Someone’s eager this morning, hunh,” you asked, amusement in your voice. 

His phone was moving, and you heard a door shut. Eris sighed as he made his way over to his chair and plopped down, relaxing for a rare moment. 

“I shouldn’t have asked to see you in the middle of the day,” he rasped. “I can’t think of anything but you.” 

“I would apologize,” you said. “But I’m not sorry.” 

He smiled. Another rarity. “I know you aren’t, you little minx.” 

Eris’ smile faded into seriousness. “Show me more.” 

You gave him a seductresses smile and switched the POV of the phone so that it was capturing the mirror with your reflection in it.  You began twisting and spinning, showing off all of you to the mirror, and Eris. You could see his expression darken with each swish of your hips and giggle of your tits. 

“Thoughts,” you asked. 

You saw Eris swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing near the collar of his shirt. 

“You’re stunning, princess.” 

“That’s all I get,” you mock pouted. 

“You want more, you need to earn more.” 

“Fine,” you agreed. “Hold on a second.” 

You moved to prop your phone up on the base of the mirror so that you could still see him and see yourself in the mirror. Backing up a few feet from the phone, you gently lowered yourself down on the floor. You were on your knees, butt resting on your feet, and left your hands sitting on your lap. 

“Can you still see me?” 

“Yes, I can.” 

“How do I look,” you asked coyly. 

“Still stunning, just on the floor.” 

“You’re impossible sometimes, you know that.” you laughed. “What do you want me to do?” 

“Open your thighs, princess. Let me see you.” 

You paused for a second. You knew another bottle girl who was also a cam girl and she told you stories about this all the time. And you had idea of where it was going. And you decided that it was worth it. 

“Like this?” You spread your thighs wide, eager to give him what he wants. 

“Good girl, princess. So perfect.” 

Your blood thrummed at the praise and heat pooled in your core. Sugar baby or not, you craved the adoration and worship that came along in being with someone who knew how to properly praise their partner. 

“What else,” you prodded him. “I’ll do whatever you want.” 

“Whatever I want, hunh. Sounds tempting.” When you moved your phone, Eris had moved his so that it was further back on his desk, giving you a view of his whole upper body. He had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, leaving his muscled forearms exposed. 

“Are you wet, princess?” Eris asked. 

“Yes,” you breathed. “Hearing you give me compliments makes me wet.” 

“Oh, do you have praise kink, baby?”

You just gave the mirror a sly grin. You dragged your hand up from resting on your thigh, over your belly and breasts, finally finding purchase for it on your neck. 

Eris’s gaze had heated to the point where you swore you could fell it from here. 

“Do you like being ordered around, too?” 

“I’m not opposed to it, provided there are limits.” 

“We can talk about that later, princess. For now, pull that scrap of lace you are passing off as panties to the side.” 

You didn’t know it was possible to be so turned on. You did as you were told, pulling the crotch of your panties to the side and started circling your clit. The other hand went to the floor for some balance. 

“You read my mind princess,” Eris rasped. “Keep going.” 

You did. Through the screen, you saw that he had unfastened his pants and now appeared to be palming himself through his underwear, though you couldn’t be sure from the distance you were from your phone. 

“Holy hell, princess, just looking at you, sitting pretty like that was getting me hard. I just wanted to watch you, but now I need the release, or I won’t be able to think all day.” 

“I like that you -ah- are getting off to me getting off,” you said, trying not to moan the words. “It makes me feel powerful.” 

You felt the orgasm building in your core as you continued to rub your clit. This whole situation was an aphrodisiac.

“Finger yourself, baby. Fuck yourself like you would fuck me if I was there.” 

You immediately plunged two fingers deep into your core and let you’re a lewd moan at the intrusion.

“That’s it, princess, ride your hand like a good little slut.” 

You began moving on your hand. Riding it and grinding your clit down on the muscle of your thumb, creating the most delicious sensation. When you looked at your phone, Eris has taken his cock out and was stroking it in time with your grinds. In every other way, he was still composed. His tie was still fastened around his neck, his hair was styled in place, and he was seated in his office chair. However, his red, hard, throbbing cock was in his hand, and his face was contorted in his painful pleasure of watching you, but not being there physically to watch you cum. 

“Eris, I wish this was your hand,” you moaned. And you weren’t lying to get paid, like your cam-girl friend had to do. 

“I wish it was your pretty mouth on my cock, not my hand, baby,” Eris gritted out. 

That made you ride your hand harder and faster than before, driven by his words. 

You glanced up to look at yourself in the mirror. Your still damp hair was wild around you head. Your boobs were bounding with each motion you took, and the sight of you hand disappearing between your legs was intense. You just hoped Eris liked what he saw. 

Any doubts about whether or not Eris liked the look of you were cut off when he let out a deep groan from the back of his throat. Even through the phone, the sound went straight to your core. 

“Eris, I’m gonna cum,” you cried to the ceiling having dropped your head back. 

“Yes, princess,” Eris demanded. “Let me see that that beautiful faces looks like when you find cum for me.” 

So you did. You let out a sharp moan and let the waves of pleasure course through your body and you tried to keep riding your hand but couldn’t keep enough focus to. 

When the orgasm faded enough that you had the sense to look at your phone, you saw Eris quickly lean forward and rip a tissue from a box on his desk. You crawled forward to watch as he stroked himself to completion. You watched as the pleasure overtook his features, enhancing his undeniable beauty even further. 

As you both came down from your respective highs, panting at your efforts, you made eye contact with Eris, and smiled. 

“Holy shit, Eris,” you breathed out. “That was amazing.” 

“Agreed.” 

You both sat there for a few more moments, looking at each other. 

“Well, I’ll let you get back to work,” you decided to say, breaking the silence. “Are we still on for dinner tonight?” 

“Yes, absolutely,” he said, looking around his office. “I’ll see you later.” 

You said your good-byes and hung up. 

You picked yourself off the floor, taking the soaked panties and uncomfortable bra off and changed into some sweatpants to do your schoolwork in. 

You phone buzzed where you forgot it on the floor. 

Eris: How much? 

Y/N: that wasnt part of our deal 

Eris: ?

Y/N: sex isnt part of our contract so no 

payment needed

Eris: We will discuss this later.

Y/N: whatever you want 

Y/N: but im not taking any money for it

Y/N: or any gifts 

Eris: We will discuss this later.

Y/N: whatever, babes 

You would be damned if you were going to get paid for that. You were a sugar baby. Eris was paying for your time, not sexual favors. You had the upmost respect for those who did get paid for sex, but that was not you. 

And if Eris tried to make it that way, you would give him hell for it, weather it cost you your position or not. 

taglist: @feysandzoyalailover @fanfictioniseverything @humanpersonlasttimeichecked @singhillada

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[thommi-tomate]

Special Müller Mail: RDY edition

Hello everyone

and welcome to the Müller Mail Special.

FC Bayern's season is now officially over. Now the home European Championship is just around the corner and I can hardly wait to experience a great football festival in our country - as a player on the pitch, but also as a football fan.

We will be talking in detail about this major event in the coming weeks. In this special edition of Müller Mail, I would like to tell you about a project that I have put my heart and soul into.

After months of development work, RDY Protein Meal, the new protein drink meal that I launched together with ESN, is finally on the market. I was hooked from the very first idea, back in early 2023.

But first things first.

What is RDY?

We've all been there - a hectic everyday life, little time for a balanced meal, we're on the go and still want to eat smart.

This is exactly where the RDY drinkable meal comes into play for me.

RDY stands for "ready" and is a protein drinkable meal. Together with the experts at ESN, we have worked on a recipe that delivers the best possible performance and, in my opinion, is now the tastiest drinkable meal on the market.

RDY now contains 38g of high-quality protein, fiber, important vitamins and minerals. The energy/carbohydrates come from valuable MCT oil, among other things. And what makes me particularly happy is that all four flavors taste really nice.

Why RDY?

My basic idea is to pass on my experience and knowledge of nutrition and performance.

And now I even have the opportunity to launch products on the market with my partner ESN that help me personally to nourish my body better.

ESN is one of the leading German supplement manufacturers and the collaboration has been extremely positive so far.

Our first product is RDY Protein Meal.

During the development of the RDY protein drinkable meal, I was also in the laboratory several times to fine-tune the recipe and test the taste.

Protein was an important factor here.

Science currently agrees that a sufficient protein intake is not only filling, but also essential for a healthy and efficient body. As an athlete, I try to consume around 150g of protein (1.5-2g per kilo of body weight) a day. Of course, this may vary for you, so it's best to find out.

150 grams of protein a day is not so easy to achieve, even with three freshly prepared and balanced meals. An RDY Protein Meal often comes at just the right time.

One thing is important to me: drinking meals should not replace a balanced and freshly prepared meal. Rather, they are a much better alternative to snacks with empty calories such as chocolate bars, jelly babies, potato chips and the like. To be honest, we often snack our way through the day.

This is where RDY comes in and offers an excellent solution when you need something quick and easy, but still want to provide your body with high-quality nutrients. And of course it's really tasty too 😋

My RDY favorite.

I love all the varieties, but if I had to choose a favorite, it would currently be the Milk Chocolate. The creamy chocolate flavor immediately reminds me of the delicious cocoa of my childhood.

A little Müller tip: In recent weeks, I've been drinking RDY Protein Meal in the evening with a handful of nuts and a few berries. This gives me something tasty to drink and something to bite into.

During the day, the banana flavor has currently taken the lead.

So I'm all the more excited to find out which variety you love.

Exclusively at REWE & online.

Now it's your turn.

The RDY Protein Drinking Meals are available exclusively in your REWE store. I'd be delighted if you'd pick up a drink and give it a try. For those who prefer to order online, you can do so directly from ESN using this link: To the ESN website

Your opinion on RDY counts.

Now I'm looking forward to hearing what you have to say. The initial feedback has been great and the drink is already sold out in some REWE stores. But whether it's positive or constructive - I really want to hear your honest opinion. Let me know how you like my protein drink and whether it helps you in your everyday life.

You can also send me photos or videos of you enjoying your new favorite drink. Or simply link to your Instagram or TikTok post about RDY Protein Meal.

With your permission (please be sure to add a comment) I will share some of them on my Instagram channel.

I will be giving away 3 RDY surprise packages from me among all entries.

Thank you so much for your continued support. Without you, my fans, it wouldn't be half as nice. You only win together. And that's exactly what we'll be doing at the upcoming European Championships.

Here's to an unforgettable football festival, keep your chin up and stay healthy,

Your Thomas

[anthrofreshtodeath]

P FKN R Intro

I'm at work, sort of working, sort of tinkering with some writing stuff at lunch, especially the beginning of P FKN R in hopes that I might manufacture some inspiration. Too soon to tell, but maybe if I share it here that will spur me on some more. Here we go!

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Jamaica Plain’s cars were jammed onto its narrow streets, effectuating a one-way rule by default; those that did crawl through broadcasted an amalgam of sounds into the Latin Quarter: Spanish talk radio, classic rock, and of course, full and knocking reggaetón beats.

Jamaica Plain’s three-story homes groaned as they expanded at high noon, stacked and running from one end of Chestnut Avenue to the other, one of those narrow streets in the time-honored New England style. In another facet of that tradition, its air rippled in a summer scorcher, wafting smells over from La Isla café on the corner: the strong oil-sweet of fried plantains and roasted pork, the kind Jane Rizzoli liked to order with a side of rice when she sat down at one of their vinyl-topped, worn-in, peach-colored tables. 

JP pulsated at lunch time. 

Jane’s stomach gurgled when she remembered her last meal: a chugged cup of coffee at the marble counter in the Beacon Hill home of the woman kneeling over the body they’d been called to investigate. The image of it was made more grotesque by the contrast of her Aeron skirt and Bottega Veneta heels with the contorted limbs of the man on the walkup in broad daylight. 

Jane still liked it, Maura Isles’ high-class wardrobe and the attitude it brought to neighborhoods like this, neighborhoods like her own. That attitude, the I’m the hottest in the room chest-beating, shoulder-brushing mindset, matched what Jane always knew about Boston’s real cultural pockets. The ones with subsidized housing and community gardens and spots like La Isla. “Watcha got for me?” Jane said by way of greeting.

Maura looked up, her long, highlighted hair swishing to the other shoulder when she shook it out. Her green eyes shimmered and she smirked when Jane winked. “It’s nice to see you, too.”

“Saw ya like thirty minutes ago,” said Jane. “And if we hurry this up, cut the pleasantries, I can take you right on over to that restaurant and introduce you to the best lunch you’ll ever eat in JP.” She pointed to the wide-open window view of the restaurant just a football field away.

“Hmm,” Maura replied, “I could be persuaded, I suppose. Penetrating wounds to the chest and abdomen, surrounding shell casings would indicate he was shot.”

Jane pursed her lips and smiled at the same time. She crossed her nitrile-gloved hands over her hips and shrugged under her blazer for some relief from the beads of sweat rolling down her back. She should not have worn black in late June. “You don’t say,” she teased. But then, quickly back to business, she pointed to the decedent’s broken ankle, distorted and impossibly angled toward midline. “That from this fall?” She asked.

Maura stood, narrowed her brows at Jane’s narrowed brow. “Can’t say right now,” she answered. “But these steps are narrow and uneven. It’s possible.”

“Even if it isn’t, he wa’n’t goin’ very far,” Jane commented. She clenched her jaw, and her masseter muscle clicked in investigatory concentration. “What’s on his hand?”

“Burns,” Maura said. They shared a look, one that only experience, only dozens and dozens of murders, could engender. A car door slammed and footsteps approached as they communicated about the man on the ground without words.

Maura never went to JP unless there was work to be done, and Jane? Jane really only traveled out this way for murder anymore, which was a damn shame because the food was good, and so was the company - even if that company happened to be related to the asshole walking up to them now. “Hey oh - the hell are you doin’ at my crime scene?” barked Jane.

Rafael Martinez, lieutenant of the Drug Control Unit.

Tall, dark-skinned, in a baby blue v-neck stretched against his defined chest, with a Boricua jawline that showcased his trimmed beard like art. He ran his hand over his shaved head once, and licked his lips on his way to the woman shouting at him. “I could ask you the same thing, Rizzoli,” he said through a wicked smile, all white teeth and innate pride. Just as he held out his arms to really rub in his obtusity, a lowered, electric green and black Impreza roared past them, changing Martinez’s mirth to ire, now directed entirely to the street. “Ey!” he shouted, the car already long gone. Then he stepped onto the sidewalk and dusted his dark, slim fit jeans. “Swear to god if one more lowrider tries to run me off the road, I’m outta this city.”

Jane scoffed. “You already were outta this city, remember? Almost a decade. They ain’t got those in New York, Mr. Hot Shot?”

Martinez stared at her, awed by both her attitude and her mouth, until he shook his head of its disbelief. Maura smiled at him as if to commiserate, and held her medical bag in front of her as she faced him. “Not that we’re not happy to have you-”

“We’re not,” Jane interrupted.

Maura glared with a good-natured, nonverbal shut up that worked, at least for the moment. “Like I said - not that we’re not happy to have you, but a federal task force in New York City with the chance for so much more? What brings you back to Boston?”

“Homesick, I guess, doc,” Martinez replied with a cheeky grin. Maura nodded and out of habit, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Jane was unmoved by his obfuscation and his easy Boston-Latin accent. “Bullshit,” she said, “you live for that. You live for the thrill. And the juice.”

Rafael shrugged. “Whatchu want me to say, Rizzoli?” he overtrilled the r of her surname on purpose, in the way that both Italians and Puerto Ricans do. “Me voy a caballo y vengo a pie, eh? Didn’t turn out, no matter how bad I wanted it. When you come from the neighborhoods that Paddy Doyle runs, the Bureau gets certain ideas about where your loyalties are. Especially if you BPD.”

Maura bowed her head in embarrassment, and Jane actually twitched her nose at that one. A droplet of perspiration ran down it, a sign that she’d been in the sun too long. “Well that sucks. Sorry. Still don’t answer why you’re here, steppin’ all over my toes.”

“That,” he started again, pointing to the victim sprawled on the porch of the house they surrounded, “is one of the main earners of the Kill Shot Gang. New crew muscling their way into JP. And I…” he drew out the pronoun for emphasis, “needa find out who did it. I already got your bro out there runnin’ ops for me.” He threw his head in the direction of the strip mall at the intersection of Chestnut and Weaver, a block that saw a lot of traffic. Literal and metaphorical.

“You got an Italian infiltrating the Latin drug trade? Sounds like all you’re doin’ is lookin’ for ways to get him killed,” growled Jane. She marched her long body toward him, her posture designed for intimidation. 

Martinez laughed. “Would you calm down? I know what I’m doing,” he told her, stepping into her aggression, opening his chest to it, bringing his face close to her hers. He smiled when she glared. “And other Rizzoli’s a grown man. Despite you and your ma’s best efforts.”

Just as Jane initiated her lunge, Maura caught it, her fingers wrapped firmly around Jane’s bicep. “Jane-”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Jane, body bridled for the moment, unfurled some biting words, “don’t think I don’t remember your mommy comin’ down the station with sack lunches for all of us.”

“Alright, alright, listen,” Martinez put up his hands when he acquiesced, because she had a point. “One: I don’t remember you complaining about all that food when it was put in front of you. Two: I will personally make sure that he stays safe. You got my word.”

Jane pulled out of Maura’s grip and sighed. Rafael’s deep and steady voice, when divorced from deceptive intent and real life experiences at his side, inspired faith. It made people want to believe. But Jane had been his partner for too long. She had been in his bed for too long. “Yeah, that’s my worry,” she grumbled quietly. She took stock of his eyes one last time, brown and expressive and alive, and let them give her that little jolt they had before all the history came seeping in. 

He took stock right back, and the passion that had always burned in him shook her, passion for her that she could never reciprocate. She broke first, turning her head to Maura at her side - Maura, who had a pretty indulgent grin on her face. “It seems you have business,” Maura said, hand on Jane’s back. “I can take a rain check for lunch. Meet me for the autopsy?” 

“Y-yeah,” Jane stuttered. 

“But don’t wait up for her too long,” Martinez butted in. He winked at Maura, in a way that reminded her of Jane. “Because I’ve got a task force on KSG that I have a feeling Detective Rizzoli here is gonna want in on.”

Maura regarded him for a long time, without regard for the social rules on how long a person should stare, before she decided on a smile of her own. “I’m the Chief ME, lieutenant. I’ll wait for whomever I want, however long I want.” She winked back, clearly in mockery of his previous display, and then bid them her goodbyes.

Jane held in her laughter as Martinez withered under both the midday sun and Maura’s retort. “Man it’s hot. Let’s get this processed so we can get back to the ranch.”

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[In front of Paint 2!]

MY DREAM!!!!

AT LONG LAST and multiple thwarted attempts (pandemic and chip shortage) I have finally managed a successful field trip to Subaru of Indiana for their manufacturing tour!!!!

17 years ago, my baby car was born right there!!

We got to see—EVERYTHING, from the steel and aluminum coils to them being stamped into thin sheets to the tool and die process to the welding to the drivetrain, suspension assemblies, brakes, front consoles, trim and finish, paint, quality testing (various points), tires on conveyor belts like little doughnuts, cars on doing brake tests, cars on dynos, cars being pressure-tested for leaks… And also Subaru NICU, where all the cars that don’t pass their tests go for diagnosis and repair (ope).

You weren’t allowed to bring anything into the plant, so my highlights from memory:

One of the transfer presses that stamps out body pieces was, when the plant was constructed in the 1980s, the largest piece of industrial machinery ever imported into the United States. It came via the Panama Canal, up the Mississippi, up the Ohio River, and then they had to built an entire port in order to get it out of the water. It then took three days to drive all the pieces up to Lafayette, Indiana. We got to see it punching out interior door panels!

There are various buffer zones in line production so that if one part of the process gets slowed down it won’t automatically cause a slowdown in the entire plant. The place where extra engines are stored when they’re in buffer status is called an “engine hotel.”

The USDM 2.0 and 2.5L engines are built at SIA, though transmissions come from Japan fully-assembled.

There are different musical chimes for each part of the line, and it chimes when there’s a slowdown in a particular area so people can keep track of what’s going on and where the bottlenecks are.

SIA currently manufactures USDM Legacy, Outback, Ascent, and Crosstrek models. USDM Forester, Impreza, WRX, BRZ, and Solterra are built in Japan and shipped.

The SIA test tack is the second largest oval track in the state of Indiana, second only to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway—SIA also has an off-road test track.

The paint process interacts poorly with silicone-based products, so painters cannot use a long list of shampoos, soaps, chapsticks, lotions, etc. They also can’t eat popcorn, because the oils stay on human fingers for 2-3 days?!

They don’t batch paint—so instead of painting 20 red cars, say, you’ll see different colors coming out right after each other. All the Subarus they built are made to order, which means each already has a customer who triggered the construction of this vehicle.

[copper-9spurgatory]

How can I shut up about it? You ironically enough- looked like an egg! An angry one but still- fancy that!

Does that mean you have parents? How exactly did you go from that to well- a whole ass drone- so many questions! If i wasn’t already very interested in drones I sure would be now! This research has been very helpful…

-🥚

I don’t think I heave a mother or a father. I was manufactured. This doesn’t mean all eggs were from a factory, as it takes awhile to produce an individuals personality and programming.

To speed up the process, two drones can import their personality and data into a pill baby in order to create life. All drones are sexless, so even if it’s a same-sex couple, they can still make a baby together with their programming.

Though I have visible body differences from Nate, who’s a male, that’s just called Sexual dimorphism. Despite its name doesn’t have a part in “reproduction”

Example here.

Well, to put it in one way we hatch. Just like how a baby chick develops in the egg. With the supply of nutrients (I guess oil) in the shell, it’ll develop as time goes on. Once that period of time is over, break the shell, now you got a little droneling.

Don’t question it too hard, it’s still complicated,