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[disaster-reasonable-48]

I don't have a lot of the designs down but I do have some designs for my Space Radio 5 and Jet Set Channel aus! I posted these on Twitter a while ago

As a bonus treat bc of the delay my tumblr ppl can get the Director K and Dj Professor Fuse drawing!

[voulezloux]

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[planete777]

my LANDO HEADCANONS because... yes. ones below the cut are 18+, yk the drill!!

💓 💓 💓

☆ミ loves stay-at-home dates.

he travels a lot, so if there's any place to completely let loose and unravel with his girlfriend, it would be on the couch, with a bowl of pop corn wedged between the two of you.

☆ミ being the little spoon.

he just likes being cuddled, surrounded by your warmth and scent. he's very clingy like that, but sometimes he's the big spoon too.

☆ミ overcompetitive

lando is definitely the boyfriend to make everything into a competition. who can get changed first? who can make the other cum first? he almost never wins but it's okay, he loves you anyways.

☆ミ gets shy when you compliment him

i can't be the only one, right?? he's sooo blushing and telling u to stop but deep down, ofc, he loves it. he'd try to downplay them but you're insistent, and he ends up accepting them in the end.

☆ミ manhandling

as my dearest @mariahcarreyyy has mentioned before, he loves throwing you on the bed, over his shoulder, grabbing your face to kiss you. as long as you're okay with it, expect your body to be spent

☆ミ boobs man.

i've said it once, and ill say it again. lando LOVES tits. hold them, lie on them, squeeze them, suck them, have his dick between them. whatever it is, he'd rather die at the mercy of your tits than anything else.

☆ミ choking kink

now why else does he have big hands (pt. 2)?? as long as he has your consent, he'd always be wrapping his hand around your neck while fucking into you. he's open to be choked too when your ride him, the pressure on his throat and, simultaneously, his cock frazzles him.

☆ミ loves watching you masturbate

with your fingers? yes. with a custom dildo of his own dick? fuck yes. seeing you ruined when he hasn't even touched you gets him hot and bothered. he'll talk you throughout it all.

☆ミ mirror sex + chain.

he knows what riles you up, so when he's pounding into u in front of a mirror and there's nothing you can do but watch him, you eyes immediately hone in on the silver chain that jumps with every thrust. lando notices everything though, and he just forces you to, "keep watching, baby".

☆ミ sex in the dark.

yes. yes yes yes. he loves it so much, all because it gets you pent up even more. one second he could be upright, the next, you'd feel hot skin fusing unto your back and he's whispering straight sin into your ear

[irisintheafterglow]

One-Shots

Gojo Satoru

You Are In Love - "you're my best friend," and you knew what it was

...Ready For It? - knew he was a killer first time that I saw him

Hits Different - it hits different 'cause it's you (or, struggling in a situationship with gojo satoru)

Never Grow Up - meeting megumi for the first time

The Archer - all of my enemies started out friends, can he hold on to you?

invisible string - the first time megumi uses ten shadows

even in my worst times, you see the best in me - being the strongest has its downsides, but at least you're suffering with him

life's no fun without a good scare - you have the brilliant idea of playing hide and seek in a corn maze against the most powerful sorcerer in the world. should be fun, right?

it's all me, just don't go (meet me in the afterglow) - satoru is jealous but refuses to admit it.

every dead end street led you straight to me - former fuckboy gojo has some things to say at the top of a mountain

i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this! - coworkers to lovers with a healthy amount of teenage eavesdropping

he's the death you chose (you're in terrible danger) - married life with husband!gojo means cleaning up bodies at 2am.

Geto Suguru

The Great War - somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Back to December - you gave him all your love and all he gave you was goodbye

say you'll remember me - you were destined to fail from the start, so why does it hurt so badly when he's gone?

dazzling haze, mysterious way about you, dear - need some fluff after reading all the angst above?

tell me that you love me, love me 'til my lips turn blue - being partnered with suguru on a mission takes an unexpected turn

what if all i need is you? - after failed attempts to find a date to a relative's birthday party, your best friend acts as your fake boyfriend.

you know i love you so. - what if he never left you?

Nanami Kento

of daisies and collisions - nanami kento felt a little out of his element, with a small bundle of flowers sitting in his lap and brooding in the dark corner of the jazz bar. yet, you play that song he likes again, and nothing else matters.

Blurbs/Drabbles

the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours - holding satoru and letting him rest, even if it's only for a little bit

it took so long to know someone like you - he doesn't know who he is with you and it scares both of you

bad days and blanket burritos - good ol' satoru bf fluff

Imagines/HCs

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

how gojo and geto react to their partner being obsessed with them (fluffy !!!)

summer camp counselor!gojo

Gojo Satoru

What, like it's hard? -> law student!gojo / university!gojo

general hcs

when he buys a motorcycle

flirting via the library

I'm with the band -> rockstar!gojo

rockstar!gojo meet sexyy

the valentine's day show

quiet moments and teaching you guitar

awards show

Falling for you, on and off the ice -> hockey player!gojo

someone steals your usual rink slot

watching a game

living in winter, i am your summer - he's terrible at figure skating

Kachow -> professional racer!gojo

on the radio

smoke his ass! - pro racer!gojo needs some motivation after a newcomer to the track pisses him off

Geto Suguru

oops? - satoru finds out that you've been seeing his best friend

a quiet moment in the aquarium

napping with you :)

scare actor!suguru

wooing the rec center worker (university!suguru)

Save a horse, ride a cowboy -> gunslinger!suguru

gunslinger!geto au

big iron - he's not the first to go after the crystal-eyed bandit, but something tells you that this one will keep his promise to buy you a drink when the hunting is done.

Theta Phi Fuckhead -> enemy frat!suguru

ancient grudge, new mutiny

move fast, keep quiet

half the things that haven't happened yet

Series Masterlists

End Game (volleyball captain!gojo x you) COMPLETED

Co-Parenting Megumi with Satoru COMPLETED

I Don't Wanna Live Forever (gojo x you during shibuya) COMPLETED

VIGILANTE SHIT (vigilante!au, IN PROGRESS)

[usafphantom2]

Did you know the solid quartz glass of the canopy of the SR-71 Blackbird cockpit was 1.25 inches thick and was hot to the touch from the inside?

SR-71 Blackbird Pilots and RSOs, even with gloves on, couldn’t keep their hands by the glass for more than a few seconds without doing damage. During its career, the SR-71 Blackbird gathered intelligence in some of the world’s most hostile environments. The SR-71 was conceived to operate at extreme velocities, altitudes and temperatures: actually, it was the first aircraft constructed with titanium, as the friction caused by air molecules passing over its surface at Mach 2.6 would melt a conventional aluminum frame.

Its engineering was so cutting edge that even the tools to build the SR-71 needed to be designed from scratch. Let’s talk about the windows in the SR-71 and about the severe heat the windshield of the SR-71 would experience at top speeds. Skunk Works Designers ultimately decided that using solid quartz for the windshield was the best way to prevent any blur or window distortion under these conditions, so they ultrasonically fused the solid quartz to the aircraft’s titanium hull to make the quietest cockpit possible; the estimated temperature of the outside of the cockpit of 600 degrees F.

As reported by The SR-71 Blackbird website, the integrity of the double solid quartz camera window demanded special attention because of the optical distortion caused by the effect of great heat (600 degrees F.) on the outside of the window and a much lower temperature (150 degrees F.) on the inside could keep the cameras from taking usable photographs.

🌟Three years and $2 million later, the Corning Glass Works came up with a solution: the window was fused to its metal frame by a novel process using high frequency sound waves.

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

[corporialus]

Coins of the Deified Augustus, 14-268 CE

The most fascinating thing about these types is how Augustus's portrait changes with the engraving style of the period as his portrait is sort of fused with that of the current emperor.

Divus Augustus Dupondius, struck under Tiberius. A pretty much unaltered portrait of Augustus, something we won't be seeing often when it comes to these coins. Struck 22-23.

Divus Augustus under Tiberius, laureate head of Tiberius on obverse, laureate head of Augustus on reverse with star above. Struck 14-16.

Divus Augustus under Caligula, struck 37. Bare head of Caligula right on obverse, Radiate head of Augustus right on reverse, two stars to each side of bust.

Divus Augustus, struck in Spain(?) during the civil wars that took place between 68 and 69. Radiate head of Augustus on obverse. Pax standing left and holding a caduceus on reverse.

Divus Augustus under Titus (restitution issue that takes the design of that Tiberius Dupondius). Struck 80-81.

Divus Augustus As issued under Nerva (kind of a restitution issue, but not really) Struck 97-98. Eagle perched on thunderbolt on reverse.

Under Trajan, another restoration issue of one of Augustus's denarii and technically not a Divus issue but I'm still putting here because I like it. Struck 107 or 112-113

Reverse depicts his bestie Agrippa

Cistophoric Tetradrachm struck under Hadrian, 128 (Augustus is literally just a beardless Hadrian here) Reverse depicts Hadrian holding some corn ears.

Skipping forward quite a bit, Divus Augustus Antoninianus issued under Trajan Decius as a part of his "Divus" series of coins. Reverse depicts a lit altar. Struck 249-251.

Deo Augusto issue, this one is really interesting as it is *theorized* that this was struck as a way to ask for aid from Augustus the god during Gallienus's disastrous reign. Struck 260-268.

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Thirty One

( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )

FREE FOR ALL

Summary: The boys and you decide to have a movie night where things start to go awry.

Day Thirty One of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, mentions of drink, mentions of food, dry humping if you squint, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), fingering, mild orgasm denial, oral - male receiving, deep throating, cum shot no use of Y/N

Word Count: 4.9k

Author's Notes: How is Kinktober over? Honestly, can't believe I managed to finish this one but here you go! And I know I missed 4 days but I'm kinda proud of myself 🥲

“So what’s the plan?”

Benny was giddy. The boys were planning a movie night but from Santiago’s tone, he clearly had other ideas, something in the spirit of the season.

“She’s going to kill us,” Will shakes his head.

Frankie shrugged, “At least you’ll die happy.”

They burst into laughter at his comment. Santiago composed himself with a swig of beer before carrying on.

“Think you can rig something up to blow the fuses at Fish’s?”

Benny bursts at the seams, of course he could.

—

This was just going to be a cosy night in, Frankie said. The boys had been invited and promised to bring snacks and drinks, wear something comfortable, he said.

“Are you sure you’re not going to be cold?”

You’d changed into a fleecy sweater and shorts matching set.

“Don’t worry,” you wander over to Frankie and coil round his frame. “I’ve got four handsome guys to keep me warm.”

You playfully bop the tip of his slopping nose before joining Benny, snatching at the bowl of freshly popped corn.

“I’m not complaining.”

He wriggled his eyebrows as he threw some popcorn in his mouth. You rolled your eyes.

“The Blair Witch, really Benny?”

“It’s a classic,” he retorts to his brother.

“I don’t think I’ve actually seen it,” you say.

“See, perfect choice.”

You settle in between Benny and Frankie on the couch, your back against Frankie’s chest, his arm draped over your stomach. Your legs were thrown over Benny’s, the bowl set on your lap after they covered you in the blanket.

Santiago had already claimed the reclining armchair. Will was last, flicking off the lights.

“Can’t we leave one light on?”

“No,” they state harmoniously.

You pout.

“It’ll ruin the ambience,” Santiago looks at you from the corner of his eye.

You scoff, “You’re going to get a kick out of this, aren’t you?”

He smiles, returning his attention to the television.

Everyone has heard of the Blair Witch Project, know that it’s filmed on a handheld camera, grainy footage in style. What you hated was you had no idea what was about to happen, Benny did.

The jump scare caused you to jolt.

“Christ, querida, it wasn’t even that bad.”

“Benny grabbed me!”

He was shaking, containing his laughter as you swatted his arm.

“I’m sorry, Bunny, it was too easy.”

“Don’t make me fetch security,” Will joked.

From that point, you were on edge.

The boys were alarmingly quiet, you were pretty sure Santiago was asleep and just as the movie was nearing the end, the television went black.

You screamed and they all groaned.

“Is that how it ends?”

“No,” Benny’s brows knotted.

Will leant over the arm of his chair and grabbed the switch for the lamp. He pressed it back and forth with no luck.

“Power’s out.”

Frankie jostled underneath you and you straightened up to let him out. He stretched his tightening muscles, setting his beer down.

“I’ll check the fuse box.”

“You’re not going on your own are you?”

Even in the darkness, your eyes were wide.

“He’s a big boy, honey,” Santiago pushed the chair back together. “He’ll be alright on his own.”

You throw your legs off Benny, placing the empty bowl on the coffee table. Pulling the blanket, you hug it to your body.

“I’m not letting you go on your own.”

Frankie didn’t even put up a fight, just jutted his chin to your phone.

“We’ll use the phone light.”

You fumble to press the screen, nodding when the light fills the space and you follow him. The rest of the boys stand up, listening out for the door closing. The click in the latch has them sharing glances before they hurried away from each other.

In the garage, Frankie walks with determination straight to the box on the far wall. Maybe going with him was a bad idea, your phone light casting elongated shadows to play tricks on your mind.

“Can I get some light?”

You hurry over to him as he pushes up the red switches which fall instantly back down. He tries a couple more things whilst your eyes flit around the space.

“Fuck,” he brushes a hand over his whiskers. “I’m going to have to call someone.”

“Really?!”

He hummed, getting off the step, moving in the direction of the door.

“I’m just gonna get my phone.”

“No, Frankie, don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be a minute tops.”

“Francisco!”

He slips through the door and out of your view. It slams shut and you’re on your own, seeing it best to back against the wall. You keep your eye on the door but start shivering as two minutes pass without Frankie.

“Fuck this,” you mutter to yourself, heading to the door.

The inside of the house was eerily quiet.

“Guys,” you call out. Hugging your frame, you move back into the living room. “Guys!”

The light bounces off the walls and onto the furniture, it’s empty, the kitchen is also empty. Mentally, you were cursing them.

“Ok guys, you got me! This isn’t funny!”

Has there always been a draft?

There’s a creak, sounding like it’s coming from downstairs but it could easily be the floor boards moving on the second floor, your senses so heightened you couldn’t tell anymore. You keep walking around the living room, praying for another sign of life.

Something tickles your ankles and you hold your breath.

“Benny,” you kept your voice quiet, “if that’s you, fucking stop it.”

There’s movement in the corner of your eye but when you shine the phone light over there, it’s just the rocking horse Frankie bought his daughter. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, repeating ‘it’s just your mind playing tricks on you’ over and over in your head.

Clanging comes from the kitchen, a sound like all of the saucepans falling out of the cupboard. You don’t even look.

“Ok, that’s it, I’m out of here.”

You approach the stairs and the light on your phone switches off. Checking the screen, you see the battery power on the smallest red line and groan, leaving it on the shelf.

Thinking about all the horror movies you’ve watched, you take a different approach. The killers are always hiding behind closed doors. You use your hands to guide you in the dark, opening doors stuffed with coats or cleaning supplies or whatever and felt around. No, none of them were hiding in those.

Suddenly, there was a noise from above.

A bounce then another and another. Turning round, a ball tumbles down the stairs before hitting the floor and rolling away from you.

“You know, usually that kind of thing would scare the damsel in distress but it won’t, I’m coming up.”

You still tread hesitantly however, you’re not fucking stupid.

As you approach the landing, the only source of light comes from the street outside the one window. The guest bedroom seems like an unlikely place for one of them to hide but you check anyway, as you suspected empty.

You tiptoe back onto the landing and continue to the other rooms. There’s something beneath your feet and you yelp, jumping to the safety of a wall. Squinting in the darkness, you realise what you’ve stepped on.

“God, it’s that creepy ass doll,” you say, bending to pick it up.

You turn it’s face away from you and place it on a side stand before heading away fast. Immediately you go into Frankie’s room, suspecting no one would be in his daughter’s, he would have deemed it out of bounds.

“One of you has got to be in here.”

You open the en-suite, even drawing back the shower curtain but there’s nothing. Wandering out, you head go to leave but turn around to look at the bed. Your eyebrows knot and you decide to take a peek underneath.

Nope, nothing.

You straighten back up and sigh, wiping the carpet fluff from your outfit. It isn’t until the last second that you hear movement behind you before you’re tackled to the bed, screaming at the top of your lungs.

A voice shushes you and their body weight lifts from your chest.

“Will?”

“Sorry, sweetheart, had to take my chance.”

Your heart was racing, “What is going on?”

“It’s just a game.”

He pins your hands above your head and leans in, his nose grazing your neck. Using his legs, he pushes your thighs apart, beginning to rut against you.

“Will,” you say shakily.

“I can’t help myself,” his voice is husky. “I saw that ass of yours in the air as you searched under the bed and I had to have it.”

You whimper as his bulge rubs along the crack of your ass, the fabric of your shorts pulling into your folds. Shushing you again, he grabs your shoulders and holds you closer to him.

“Please, let me fuck you.”

He’s completely enveloping you, the rock of his hips making your juices flow.

“Ok but be quick.”

In that moment, you realised you had never known Will to take you fast, it was always slow and sensual. He ripped down his sweatpants before lifting your hips a little. Pulling your short’s leg wide, you feel his precum smear across your leg as he rests the tip on your folds. He guides himself to your opening before filling you to the hilt in one swift motion.

You cry as his hips snap back and forth, his body forcing you into the mattress. Your nails bury into the covers as you hold on, his grunts filling the silence the house once had.

And he goes on like that until he finds his release, his arms shoving you back so he could push his cock as deep as it would go. His muscles loosen and he falls to your side, his cock slipping out of you and settling on your leg, the pair of you gasping for air.

“Remind me never to ask you to do that again,” you say in a giggle.

“I will,” he says, “I much prefer taking my time with you.”

He pushes himself up before picking you up from the bed, smoothing out your disheveled outfit to make you look more presentable.

“The three of them are still out there.”

“Maybe I’ll just stay here with you.”

He chuckles, “You know I would love that but that wouldn’t be fair.”

Will bumps your hip to send you towards the door. You take a couple of steps before glancing over your shoulder at him, you can just about make out his face.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

He knew you were pouting, unwilling to go with the worry of what might come next.

“Bunny.”

“Fine,” you storm from the room, stupidly walking backwards whilst talking. “But you’re going to have to live with the fact you sent me into the lions’ de—“

He sees the arms come out from the door, yanking you into the bathroom before you had chance to finish your sentence.

He folds his arms and shrugs, “I think I can.”

Santiago has a hand round your mouth, his other arm wrapped around your waist, pining your arms down as you protest, your attempts to fit him failing. He drags you passed the threshold and kicks the door shut, he knew that Will would distract you enough that he could make his move.

“Calm down and I’ll let you go.”

You stop writhing and lift your hands up into his eye line.

“Good girl,” he lets you go.

You turn on your heels and swat his chest, “Jesus, Santiago.”

He can’t help but laugh, that barely hurt yet you used his full first name, you were pissed. You fold your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing with a straight lip.

“Honey, come here,” he takes your arms and brings you close.

You try not to look at him because if you see those dark eyes of his, you’re screwed.

“It’s just a bit of fun,” he takes his thumb and index finger under your chin and twists your head. “I promise.”

“You owe me.”

He smiles, “Fine.”

Santiago watches as the smile comes back to your lips.

“So, how do you want me?”

He glances down, slipping his fingers behind the elasticated waist of your shorts. Moving them to the side, he grips the fabric and yanks them down until they fall to the floor. He plants a hand on your back and brings his mouth to the shell of your ear.

“You know I could hear you…”

His free hand slides down your stomach, brushing your clit before he sank two fingers into your messy folds.

“Moaning as Will took you with his cock.”

Your breath hitched as he started to pump in and out of you, the sound of your used pussy hitting your ears. 

“It made me so hard, Bunny, had to stop myself from fucking my own hand.”

You sighed, “I want to feel it.”

You heard him smile.

“Climb in the tub and face the wall.”

He pulled his fingers out and observed as you teetered over to the tub and stepped in. You touch your toes to the other end of the bath, gazing at the pale green tiles decorating the walls. Taking off his jeans and briefs, he climbs in behind you and runs his hands over your ass.

You lean into the touch and he smacks one ass cheek and then the other.

Moving his hands up, he catches the hem of your sweater and pulls the front over your head so your breasts are exposed. He picks up your hands and brings the palms flat to the wall, pushing you gently so you turn your head and press your cheek to the cold tiles then your breasts. The chill sends a shiver down your spine.

“Shit,” you say under your breath.

He chortles, “I thought you weren’t going to get cold.”

“Dick.”

Spreading your legs wider, he takes his cock and slips in, gliding seamlessly through the mixture of Will’s cum and your arousal. He keeps one hand on your back and moves the other to your hip and starts to rock his hips. He allows you to become accustom to his cock before he thrusts in and out of you energetically.

You give a honeyed groan, your nipples growing puffy against the tiles, the stark contrast in temperatures stocking the desire.

“Fuck, Santi.”

The words encourage him to go faster, bending your back even more. Your hand comes to his wrist and clings tightly, your inner walls pulsing.

“Taking it like such a good girl, huh?”

Pressing your forehead to the wall, you cry out and it ricochets off the tiles as he keep hitting that soft spot. You start to vibrate as his hips falter, burying his fingertips into the meat of your ass before he cums after a few more strokes.

He would have made sure to last longer but they all made an agreement.

His lips come to your lower back and kisses the skin where the sweat was beginning to build. Lifting you off the tiles, he works your sweater back over your head and covers you up. You spin round and take hold of his hips, jutting his semi-hard cock to your mound.

“I was so close,” you grumble.

“I’ll make you cum later.”

You giggle as he climbs out of the tub and offers you a hand.

“So,” you cock your head as you step out. “Where’s Frankie?”

He shrugs, “He was with you in the garage.”

“He was, then he went to get his phone.”

Santiago arched an eyebrow, “Have you tried the garage again?”

You howl, that was the one thing you didn’t want to hear. He shakes his head, picking up your shorts from the floor.

“You’ll be fine.”

“If you say so. Now, gimme my shorts.”

You stretch your hand but he hides them behind his back.

“Oh no, I keeping these.”

“You’re kidding me.’

He grabbed the door, “Off you go.”

You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smirking, trying to catch sight of your bare ass as you sauntered with purpose from the bathroom. Heading to the stairs, you can make out him and Will in the darkness.

“Good luck,” Will waves.

You give them both the finger.

“Were you first?” Santiago asks his friend.

“Yep.”

“Not Benny?”

“Apparently not, she didn’t even mention him.”

“Shit.”

Benny was going to go on about this for weeks.

You burst into the garage with sheer determination, swinging the door open with a bang hoping to startle him but there wasn’t a sound. Somehow this space was darker then the rest of the house, loads of shelving for him to hide behind.

“Frankie,” you say tunefully, “I know you’re in here.”

You didn’t, you just prayed Santiago told you the truth.

Cautiously, you start to have a look around but it’s almost impossible. Every corner or massive tool on the wall appears like a figure in the dark and you wished you had a light.

You can’t see him but Frankie could see you from his vantage point.

He heard you swipe at something and you squeal as stuff falls on you. You put it back clumsily before stepping away from the shelves. He stays low as you move near the truck, bumping your arm on the wing mirror.

“Ow, fuck,” you rub the patch.

He waits patient for you to carry on down the truck. You’re tentative, head continuously moving, checking all the areas in the dark forest of the garage until you reach the corner at the back.

Now’s his chance.

You feel the hands come under your armpits, the creak of metal as the weight shifts in the truck and his grunt as he lifts you up and over. You fall into his lap as he collapses to the bed of the truck. He wraps an arm around your waist, using his knees to spread you apart.

“There you are,” you say breathily, heart pounding.

“I see you’re already missing your shorts, who took ‘em?”

“Who d’you think?”

He laughs, his free hand skimming down your stomach. One finger presses your clit and you tip your hips to his touch as he pushes his thick fingers into your opening.

“They’ve made such as mess of you, querida, and no one’s touch that pretty little throat of yours.”

His other hand rises to your neck and you tilt your head back to search for his eyes, how the fuck are they managing to see you? He stretches his fingers one side, his thumb the other and squeezes lightly, your pussy twitching around his digits.

Pulling them out, he brings them to your lips and you open your mouth. You twist your tongue around his fingers and lap up the concoction of you and Will and Santiago, a salty tang dancing of your tastebuds.

Frankie lets out a ragged breath before he takes them away.

“On your knees.”

You scramble to get up, spinning round to face him, wide eyed with a smile he can’t quite see. He gets onto his knees, dropping his sweatpants and prising his cock from his briefs, his free hand grabbing a fistful of your hair at the back of your head.

Guiding you to his cock, he spreads the precum over your lips before you take in his tip.

You lick the point, moving down to circle the ridge and hear his groan hit your ear. The saliva builds in your mouth and you coat his length as you work your way down to the base, his hand nudging you just that bit further. He brushes the back of your throat as his tip slides down. You pull back, keeping your eyes on him.

“You start, I’ll finish,” he says as you take him again.

You’re slow at first, feeling his veins and size of his girth on your tongue before you pick up the pace.

You bob your head up and down as fast as you could, your spit building around the edges and spilling over your chin. All the while, Frankie moans, cock twitching as his fingers pull your hair, scalp beginning to burn.

When you come back to his tip, he wraps his other hand round your head and takes over.

You keep your back straight, shoulders held strong as he thrusts in and out of you, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into your throat. Your muscles contract but you don’t choke, gargles escaping, replacing your voice. You listen to how he hisses, how he grunts before praises fall from his lips and into the darkness.

You can tell he’s close when he rams down your throat and pushes your head into his soft stomach, his body shivering as his length meets a depth it hasn’t before. He only goes for another five strokes before he buries into you with broken groan. His balls contract as the hot liquid spurts down your throat and you do your best to swallow.

He’s still cumming as he pulls out, his seed coating your tongue and cheeks until that’s all you can taste. His cock falls out of your mouth with a pop as you come up for air, his hands relaxing to your shoulders.

“You ok?” He searches for your eyes in the dark.

“Yeah,” you sounded a little croaky.

He tucks himself back into his loungewear.

“Who’s left?”

He knew Santiago would have taken your shorts, sort of as a souvenir but someone else had gotten to you.

“Benny, he’s playing hard to get.”

Frankie laughs, “He is the most competitive, I’m surprised I lasted this long.”

“Do you know where he is?”

“He was still downstairs when I saw him.”

“Would he be anywhere other than the living room or kitchen?”

“Did you try the basement?”

“Why would I try the basement? It’s scary enough in here.”

“You do realise the basement’s almost done? There’s been a pool table down there for weeks.”

“Really?”

He shakes his head, “You’re lucky I love you, Bunny.”

He hops down from the bed of truck and waits for you to get up, coiling his arms underneath your ass and placing you on the floor. As he straightens up, he smooths his palms over your ass and sinks his fingertips into the meat of it. He tipped his head and placed a kiss delicately on your lips.

“You better go.”

You head towards the door before you turn round to face him.

“This game you guys are playing, what’s the prize?”

“Whoever finds you last gets to make you cum.”

You giggle, walking away and out of the door. The main reason you avoided the basement was because, again, you thought it would be out of bounds. The last time you had seen it, it was a construction sight, tools and dirt everywhere. Frankie hadn’t invited you down since, how were you supposed to know it was near completion?

Instinctively you tried the light switch, cursing when you remembered it wouldn’t come on.

You take the steps one by one, hand holding onto the wall because you were terrified of just tumbling down. When you looked over and squinted you were sure you could see Benny, leaning on the pool table.

“Hey, Bunny.”

“You’re not even hiding,” you say, going down the last couple of steps.

“Not when I know I can claim my prize.”

You knew he was smirking, eyes roaming your body.

“You did all that spooky shit on purpose?”

He hummed, “It’s why we watched a scary movie too.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

You find his body in the dark and wrap your arms around his body, worming under his t-shirt to press your palms on his warm back. He tilts your head up from his chest, bringing his lips to yours softly before kissing again with force. His other hand runs along your back and down to your ass cheeks, he lifts his palm before smacking you.

As you gasp, he slips his tongue into your mouth and yours melds with his.

The corner of his lips twitch, he can taste one of the other guy’s cum on your tongue, guessing it was Frankie with the freshness. Both his hands are now on your ass and he picks you off your feet, onto the edge of the pool table. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his hips as you jut your chin into his.

He pulls back to catch his breath.

“Get into the centre of the table,” he says.

“Benny, it’ll break.”

“It won’t,” he moves his lips to your ears, pushing back your hair. “Into the centre of the table.”

The grittiness of his tone has you shuffling back immediately and he wished he could see your face, the doe eyes and plumping parted lips. You spread your legs ready for him, propped yourself onto your elbows though you can only just make him out.

He places his ass on the edge then swings his legs up, crawling on his hands and knees. He brushes a palm up from your ankle, feeling you shiver underneath his touch. Dropping his head, he nudges the tip of his nose over your thigh before kissing the skin. You weren’t going to need much playing with.

Your hips and back were already tingling, belly warm from the other three.

He kisses your bikini line to your mound, his tongue unfurling over your clit before he began to suck.

Your back meet the pool table, a gasp escaping your lips. He gradually flexes his jaw and pulls you into his mouth further, one of your hands reaching for his hair. You push your hips up, rutting against his face as you chase your release.

Then he stops and straightens up, pulling away from your hand.

“No, don’t stop.”

You scream in frustration and all he can do is chuckle, head shaking.

“We’re gonna cum together, ok?”

“You promise?”

You’d already had your release snatched away from you once and Benny could be just as bad as Santiago when it came to orgasm denial.

“I promise.”

He yanked down his shorts, his hardened cock swinging freely as he grabbed your hips and dragged you closer. You hiss as he rearranges you,not caring about the friction burn from the green mat as you top bunches up your back.

Taking his cock in his hand, he lines up to your pussy, brushing the tip between your inner and outer lips.

You’re no longer complaining instead you give a honeyed moan.

He pushes his tip into you, smoothing his other hand down your leg and grabbing your ankle, moving it to his shoulder. Putting both of his hands either side of your waist, he lifts up your hips before plunging into you.

Wherever he hits, it takes the air from your lungs.

He’s not gentle, equally as pent up as you as he thrusts into you over and over. Your head has fallen back, jaw slack as your choked cries come deep from within. With each snap, he grunts, his body folding into you. His hot breath dances over your stomach, your desire swelling, threatening to burst.

Even in the darkness, you’re starting to see stars, head dizzy with the lack of oxygen. Your inner walls are fluttering, barely holding together and you hear his voice break through the fog.

“Hold on, Bunny, I’m almost there.”

He continued at his fast pace as you whimper, screwing your eye shut. Your hands come loosely to his wrist, unable to hold on as your body ripples with his strength. The bottom of your spine starts to burn, hips quivering.

Benny shows no sign of stopping but his cock jerks inside you. He wants nothing more than to see your face, your elongated neck, your mouth shaped into that perfect little ‘o’. His hand slips between your searing bodies, fingers teasing at your clit as he softly rubs at the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” the word barely leaves your throat.

Then he matches it to his motions, swiping back and forth vigorously.

Your back arched, a perfect curve as your cunt clung to his length, trapping him within you as you screamed his name. He keeps moving his hand, the nerves shooting up your spine before scattering across your body, your toes curling. The muscles in his ass and thighs grows tense and, roughly, he pulls out his cock.

He milks himself over you, spilling his seed over your mound and your stomach, heavy droplets landing on your hands.

“Oh god,” he groans, “I wish I could see you now.”

You giggle in the haze of your orgasm.

There’s the sound of the door handle moving, the creak of the frame and the lights come on above you.

“Shit, Bunny.”

You really were a mess, lips glossy with saliva and Frankie’s dried cum. Creamy white trails from Benny and your pussy soaked with your juices, along with Santiago and Will. Your hair was tangled, shorts non-existent and your top almost showing your breasts.

“For fuck’s sake,” Frankie charged down the stairs.

“Sorry, Fish, had to christen the pool table somehow.”

He scoffed, “You could have waited for me.”

Will and Santiago followed the noise, coming down the stairs before they all surrounded the pool table to admire the view.

“You ok?”

“Just, catching my breath.”

Santiago smiled at your slurred words, “We’ll clean you up when you’re ready, maybe you could finally find out how the movie ends.”

“Nah, I’m good… I much prefer this ending.”

[whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist]

Spidersona

people in a discord server im in keep showing the "whats up manger" meme and I realized I never shared my spidersona here. Funny enough shes slowly becoming more of an oc

Non grey background sketches are old (10 months so to say but my grasp on anatomy was a lot rougher back then) so have mercy on me, I do have a finished verison of their ref but would like to redo it so

Spiderspring! The area im in has no skyscrapers with like only 2 big swingable areas so I thought about jumping spiders and how some spiders will "ride the wind" to get around. Thats exactly what spring does. Her legs are like super powerful lol

The villains

Doc ock, in this earth Otto doesnt earn the name doc ock till much later. He tried to make it big in nyc but embarassed himself so bad he ended up in the midwest. Hes trying to regain his pride and show the world who he really is. He stays within a junk yard finding the easy access to parts to be a god send, he has been caught stealing from the small art center though. Given hes still young hi whole "villain career" is starting out pretty rocky. It also doesnt help hes usually stopped by an equally clumsy hero. He wont admit it but it is nice to have someone who sorta gets his struggles. Spring is the most lenient with him given he can usually just be talked to and not fought. In the future these two head off to NYC to be with the big heros and villains, still keeping in touch.

Vulture, in this universe Turkey Vulture. "midwestern dad that stands on the porch during a tornado warning" pretty much his entire vibe. Vulture is a scientist enamoured with wind and its dangerous power, tornados are a big interest for him. During an experiment involving the local turkey vultures, the lab went wrong fusing the man with the bird. He gained wings, talons, and a stronger hunger to harness the power of the wind. Currently married to a bird watcher named Constance he has tamed down the more outlandish experiments. Not 100% though, he'll still rob a bank for money. Spring loves to tease the man and "threaten" to call his wife when hes getting in trouble.

Lizard (no ref but featured in springs ref) a small lizard man who find love in the fancy. Constantly stealing. More annoying than threatening. Spring notes lizard to be the most active villain

Giant Corn (mentioned, small doodle) legit exactly how it sounds. Its a giant mutant corn monster who usually attacks the drive in. Weirdly the most destructive villain. When it gets angry it can pop like popcorn

Overall its a young spiderspring getting her footing with a group of odd villains to help her practice.

[inspofromancientworld]

Flowers of Mythology - Sunflower

Sunflower are a member of the daisy family of Asteraceae that produce oily seeds. Wild sunflowers have can have multiple flower heads but domesticated only produce a single flower head on a single hairy stem with heart-shaped leaves. They usually grow about 3m (10ft) tall with the tallest reaching 9.17m (30ft 1in). Sunflowers bloom in the summer.

By Muhammad Mahdi Karim - Own work, GFDL 1.2, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5775722 and By L. Shyamal - Own work, CC BY-SA 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=895745

The flower of a sunflower is not a true flower, but rather a flower head, which is a collection of small flowers that look like a flower The center of it is a collection of disc flowers with the seeds produced from their fertilization and each 'petal' is an additional flower with fused petals. Sunflowers were domesticated in the Americas along with corn, beans, and squash approximately 5000 years ago and seeds were taken to Europe in the 16th century. They are also arranged in spirals that produce spirals in left twisting right twisting patterns that occur in successive Fibonacci numbers, usually 34 spirals in one direction and 55 in the other. Very large sunflowers produce spirals containing 89 and 144 spirals. This is the densest possible packing of the flowers within the head.

By shirleybolling2005 - Flickr: D40 726, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=21999817

Young sunflowers flower heads will follow the course of the sun across the sky while they are immature. The head will move east to west during the day, even on cloudy days or under constant light, and will reorient if rotated 180° within a couple of days. They will then moved back to facing east overnight. Once they're mature, the flower head will remain facing east.

By Foto: Jonn Leffmann/Wikipedia, CC BY 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=152498095

In addition to edible seeds, sunflower also can be used to create a hypoallergenic latex and rubber, sunflower can be used to remove heavy metals and other pollution from the ground and water. This pollution can include lead, zinc, cadmium, and even radioactive elements like strontium and uranium. This has been used to help with the Chernobyl and Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disasters.

The Iroquois held that the first sunflowers grew out of Earth Woman's legs after her death while giving birth to Sapling and Flint.

The Zuni, Aztec, Olmec, and Inca viewed the Sunflower as a symbol of the sun. Zuni also used the root as part of the treatment of snakebite.

Many Native American nations considered sunflower the fourth sister of the traditional three sisters (corn, beans, and squash), planting them along the edges of gardens with the other three. The oil was used by many peoples to care for their hair.

Some think the Greek myth of Clytie involves the sunflower, but since it isn't native to Europe or Asia, it's more likely that the flower involved is the common marigold.

For more on Fibonacci spirals, you can watch these videos by Vi Hart: video one video two video three

[jeskaim]

Duskmourn: House of Horrors

With most of the set spoiled I think it's time for me to share my thoughts. When I first heard this set was themed around horror I knew we would get some good artwork as well as a ton of referenced to classic and modern horror movies and I think it's safe to say they didn't disappoint.

Rooms are an interesting mechanic. When MaRo gave his traditional teasers he mentioned "A component of the set with a frame using technology first designed for an Un-set" but this isn't what I was expecting. It's definitely an interesting concept where you can cast one side to unlock that room and then pay the cost at sorcery speed to unlock the second. This reminds me of the split cards from the Return to Ravnica block with the Fuse mechanic but in permanent form. I also like how the artwork is one cohesive image that depicts both rooms.

It's not a standard set without a rare land cycle and these ones definitely blew my mind. I can definitely see these being used in commander but not on turn one unless you have a card to spend the mana on. They definitely have potential mid- or late-game and I can see them becoming staples in commander. Now we just need the enemy versions.

MaRo also mentioned a Meathook Massacre II in the list of card names which got a lot of players speculating about how it would compare to the original. If you ask me the original is better because this one is too expensive at 2X and four black while the original pretty much does the same thing at a cheaper cost and gets around indestructible like this one. I can see it being played in some decks but like a lot of graveyard-based strategies it's a lot less powerful against graveyard hate. On a side note i like how some cards have a treatment called "lurking evil" where they have a monster in the artwork that the other version doesn't. It seems fitting for a set like this.

I love the references to famous horror movies in this set just like the references to famous detectives and mystery movies in Murders at Karlov Manor. I'm not much of a fan of horror movies but I like the Final Destination series, especially the third one which is referenced in The Rollercrusher Ride. I love how even people who aren't fans of horror movies can recognize the references to "Ghostbusters" in Ghost Vacuum, "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" in Chainsaw, and "Children of the Corn" in Orphans of the Wheat. Not to mention "Saw" in Let's Play a Game and "The Ring" in Cursed Recording.

Now for my favorite reference. I'm honestly not sure if John Carpenter's "They Live" counts as a horror movie since it's more action/sci-fi but apparently Wizards considers it one. "They Live" is one of my favorite movies (not because of the critique of capitalism and consumerism but because I'm a huge Roddy Piper fan and one of his most famous lines came from that movie) so once I saw the alternate artwork for Doomsday Excruciator I knew I had to get myself a couple of copies. I actually dressed up as his character a couple of years ago for Halloween and tied for second at my work's costume contest. I might do the same this year since Roddy would have been 70 this year. This may not be the most obvious reference but it's definitely my favorite.

I think that's pretty much it for my thoughts on Duskmourn. I think the mechanics are pretty self-explanatory and I like how we have desparked versions of Tyvar and The Wanderer. The Wanderer is one of my favorite characters so I got myself a copy for my collection. Honestly if anyone can survive the house of horrors that is Duskmourn it's her. Liliana would have been cool to see because she would fit right in on Duskmourn but she fits well on Innistrad with all of the dead bodies she can resurrect to do her bidding. I have my cards preordered and I can't wait to get them.

[bathoarchives]

Exploring Mpho Sebina's Artistic Appreciation of her African and Setswana Roots

By Atang Moalosi and Tefo Kosie

Hailing from the Kgatleng District’s capital Mochudi is Mpho Sebina, a singer-songwriter who has immersed herself in producing and creating the continent's best jazz, soul, and afro-fusion music. A self-proclaimed Pan-Africanist, Mpho's music has been a true reflection of expressing her African and Tswana roots through cognizant use of local rhythmic instrumentation and vocal progressions, to say the least.

The love and use of indigenous elements prevailed notably in her 2015 debut single 'Loves Light' which she explains was inspired by the song Tselane by BLK JKS which is loosely based on a Tswana folktale 'Tselane'. The song, produced by local legendary beatmaker Favi includes elements of the staple beats and claps of traditional folk music production fused with soul. The music video features a cameo of traditional dancers and showcases the landscape of Botswana from the luscious water basins to the barren semi-desert land with the soundtrack playing behind the eye-catching visuals laying a foundation of Mpho’s start to dominance in the music scene.

stills from the 'Tjuele' music video directed by Thina Zibi

It would take a whole two years for Mpho to return and release two songs leading up to the release of her debut EP 'Neo' with very memorable moments such as the song ‘Tjuele’ which is a rendition of another famous setswana folktale with the same name. The song features ATI, another local music giant who sings the chorus repeatedly in the background. This music video in contrast only features Mpho (Tjuele's mother) and a young girl (Tjuele). In the first scene, Mpho is seen caressing the young girl’s hair, both draped in white dresses. Behind them is a famous portrait of a black woman and her son, which is beloved among the black community directly linking to the thematic affectionate scenery painted by the song and the visuals. The song has this continuous click-clack sound, reminiscent of the tune of clapping hands and matlhoa or traditional leg rattles used as a part of uniform for typical traditional dance. Remarkably Tjuele is the only song in the project sung in Setswana.

stills from the 'Slip Away' music video directed by Mpho Sebina and Motheo Moeng

‘Slip Away’ is another beautiful 5-minute song from the Neo EP of Mpho harmonizing over a midtempo beat, the song was also accompanied by a set of visuals that captures the hustle and bustle of the city of Accra in Ghana. The video includes many beautiful shots including Mpho having her hair plaited in the streets, women dressed in beautiful African attire and women carrying their belongings over their heads which is a very common practice amongst African women.

‘LORA’

'Lora' album cover designed by Tebogo Cranwell and Neo Rakgajane

‘Lora’ is Mpho Sebina's debut album, released in 2020 five years after introducing the world to her very enigmatic sound. The album cover itself is quite a striking piece. With its shade of blue background, it only highlights certain parts of Mpho's half-bodily features. The first thing noticeable is the pink highlighted corn rows, her lips and some African beads which include cowrie shells deemed very valuable in most African cultures. This album is easily Mpho's most definitive record, both sonically and visually as it sets her among the most highly decorated singers the continent boasts.

stills from the 'Pula' music video directed by Yannis Sainte-rose

The lead single 'Pula' is taken from the setswana song 'Pula Nkgodisa' which translates to ‘Rain, help me grow’ and the “Rain Rain Go Away” song. She uses rain as a metaphor for pain and shows struggle with the lyrics 'Rain Rain Go Away, I wanna go out and Play’. Later in the song she employs rain as a metaphor for growth posing a divergent perspective with lyrics 'Pula Nkgodise, Pula Mphodisa'. This song reflects on times of struggle and hope as it was released in 2020 when the world was heavily gripped by the coronavirus pandemic and a worldwide lockdown. The music video includes shots of Mpho wearing an African print headwrap and cardigan along with her Bantu knots. The conscious use of Setswana lyrics and visual nuances further displays Mpho's love for making music that centers her heritage as a Motswana.

stills from the Melodi music video directed by Yannis Sainte-rose

The song ‘Melodi's’ music video features Mpho Sebina in a few shots where she is covered by cloth and some other noteworthy scenes with her in front of the backdrop of the abstract painting which matches the colour of her African headwrap. The constant use of African clothing and artefacts in and around her visual presentations accompanying the already Afrocentric sonics just solidify the passion behind the endemic standard she has set for herself.

stills from the Dumelang music video directed by Mpho Sebina

‘Dumelang’ is a very warm and welcoming song that pretty much highlights a very important aspect of Botswana's culture-the standard gesture of greeting. The song hosts a confident Mpho giving the listeners a brief tour of the beautiful country and her own experiences within the context of the song. It also boasts visual excellence, a highly decorated facet of Mpho Sebina as an artist by showcasing parts of Botswana's culture, including scenes of her dressed in clothing sourced from local brands, also sweeping with a traditional broom/ ‘lefeelo la ditlhokwa’ close to a three-legged pot which is quite reminiscent of a traditional home in a village. Other shots include local art persons cameos including Dato Seiko, Nature Inger along with Mboko Basiami the founder of Glotto, a pan-African clothing brand from Botswana. Notably, Mpho is also seen wearing Zulu female head attire called “isicholo”, and the Basotho hat known as “lekorotlo”. Throughout the video, Mpho is dressed in clothing sourced from local brands.

‘Ntsha Nkgo’ is another rendition of a traditional song with the same title, which is often sung during ceremonies. The song touches on aspects of typical traditional celebratory ceremonies, including the culture of sharing traditional beer among family and friends especially older men hence the line ''Ntsha Nkgo re kgaritlheng le bannabagolo''. The sacred events normally include the slaughtering of an animal to be feasted during the ceremony ''Ko Boseja go tlhabilwe Kolobe hoki''

Renditions of traditional folk songs remain a constant theme in Mpho's music as she also reworks 'Sananapo' a song from a well-known folktale in 'Sananapo's Interlude'. Folktales and songs are essential in traditional culture as they are often used as a form of entertainment and an opportunity for the elderly to pass on and teach the younger generation about customs and values which are indigenous to us. Mpho's modern twist to these songs helps revive the connection between Batswana and their culture especially in modern times where most of the older generation believes that our culture is being eroded.

As we await the release of Mpho's sophomore album, It is well evident that Mpho will always centre her African heritage on her music. Alkebulan, which is the name of the next album, is quite an interesting name as it is believed to be the original name for Africa according to the oldest nubian and kinetic texts. In her interview with Drum Magazine, Mpho reveals that her album will feature female artists from different parts of Africa to celebrate the women and their africaness. She also stated that she was influenced by the various sounds of African music. 

[keyh0use]

Kinktober Day 1: Free Choice

jealously, Semi-public sex, Rafe acting like a brat to get what he wants

Rafe's back hit the large trunk of the towering tree with a sickening crack, startled gasp slipping out at the contact.

Before the boy could get his bearings, Barry was fusing their mouths together, two large hands coming up to cradle his flushed face.

Confused, and wildly turned on by the sudden change, Rafe mumbled, "Shit, what—"

"Isn't this what you wanted, Rafey," Barry asks, dark brow cocked. The nickname makes both of them cringe, but it gets the point across, Rafe's responding grin annoyingly attractive.

Lithe fingers curl into the material of Barry's sweatshirt and the boy inquires, "You're jealous? Really?"

"Should I be?" snaps Barry.

The two of them arrived mid-afternoon to the corn maze Rafe had been raving about for weeks, noting several times it was all the rave this time of year for north side families, seeing how it was put on by one of their own.

And sure, Barry could admit the farm had been cute upon first glance, only a couple groups moving about and the October sun comfortable.

Then they approached the girl sitting behind a table covered in a checkered tablecloth with a metal box to pay the entry fee—and she gave Rafe a very warm welcome.

Her freckled face was stretched in a wide smile the entire interaction, not paying a lick of attention to Barry's presence and openly flirting with the kook boy.

And Rafe...Rafe hadn't flirted back, no. But he was unusually friendly, happily engaging in conversation and nudging Barry's arm when he laughed. Like they were just buddies or something.

When the bitch finally turned to greet Barry, acting like she'd seen a fucking ghost upon the sight of him, his intention was to introduce himself as Rafe's boyfriend. Just to be petty.

But that didn't happen because Rafe was quick to interrupt the introduction, boasting about the ugly orange cupcakes the girl had supposedly baked.

Then Rafe had the audacity to cling to the older man the whole way through the maze, making light-hearted chit-chat and kissing his face lovingly, like nothing happened.

"No, of course not," Rafe assures the other man, leaning in to share an affectionate kiss, one that Barry very rudely pulls away from.

Instead of making a counter argument about how disrespectful that whole debacle felt, Barry instructs, "Turn around."

"What? Barry, there's people—"

"Oh, shit, you're totally right." Barry fixes a stern look on the boy's face and meanly says, "Did it sound like you had a choice? You don't. Turn your ass around."

Not one to disobey, Rafe glanced nervously from side to side before doing as told, only to have his face shoved roughly into the bark.

The splintering wood is cold and damp against Rafe's sensitive skin, no doubt nicking him where it cuts in to his face.

Rafe's pants and briefs are unceremoniously yanked down his long legs, pooling around his ankles and leaving him completely exposed from the waist down, an embarrassed sound escapes him and has Barry huffing a laugh.

"This is—Barry," the boy nervously rambles, trying to make sense of his conflicted thoughts just as two spit covered fingers push inside of him without warning. "Fuck! Barry, no, we can't—"

"Calm the hell down, country club. If anyone's goin' away for public indecency, it ain't gonna be the pretty white boy."

Two fingers quickly becomes three, scissoring and curling, Rafe still relaxed from being fucked before breakfast.

Barry used his clean hand to undo his button and zipper to free his aching cock, quick to remove the digits and replace them with the fat cockhead, pressed bluntly against the boys entrance.

"We—" Rafe breaks off with a deep groan and lolls his head down, forehead pressed against the tree as he pants harshly. "Barry, we shouldn't, this is wrong."

"Is it?" Calloused hands come to grip the kooks slim hips just as Barry's kicking his legs further apart, choosing to yank him back instead of snapping forward, impaling Rafe on his sizeable prick. In a teasing tone, the dealer asks, "Does this feel wrong, baby?"

The kook is trying to keep a watchful eye on the opening of the maze, sure a group of unsuspecting strangers will stumble out and catch the two in the act, fucking against a tree like animals.

Only blue eyes can't help but flutter when Barry pulls out halfway and fucks back in deeper, causing Rafe to let out a cry into the otherwise quiet autumn evening.

Not the whistling wind or the faint sound of music in the distance can cover the obscene noises the two are making.

"You wanted this," accuses Barry, hunched over the boys slender form and grunting in his ear on every inward thrust. "Admit it, bitch, you pissed me off on purpose—"

Rafe insists, "No!"

"No? You're lying." Barry curls rough fingers around the boy's throat, effectively keeping Rafe pinned in place as a punishing pace is set. "You want that north side slut, Rafe? You gonna take her to midsummer's and invite her to Sunday dinner? Huh? That what you want, baby boy?"

Short, blunt nails reach back to dig into Barry's hip, latching on like a lifeline. "God, no, no—"

Pulling Rafe closer by his throat, the man spits, "No of 'course not, baby, you're too much of a cock whore. Right? Can't live without it?"

Bobbing his head dumbly in reply, Rafe's free hand flies between them to fist his own neglected cock, weeping precome like a faucet as Barry assaults the bundle of nerves inside him.

Barry prompts, "Tell me. Tell me you need it, Rafe, please—"

"I do!" whines the kook. "I love your big cock, love you!"

The absence of Barry's fingers digging into his throat isn't missed because the man wraps his large hand around Rafes and helps strip the boys prick, breathing heavily over his shoulder.

There's people coming—Barry hears the laughter first, and clocks the exact moment Rafe does, the boy tensing around him.

Tight rings of muscle flex around Barry's pulsating cock and it swells before he's flooding Rafe with warm, sticky come.

"Oh," moans Rafe at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as Barry's guided masturbation brings him off too, shooting ropes of come against the dark wood of the tree.

Then it's a scramble for Barry to right then in time for the strangers to come around the corner, finding the two locked in an affectionate embrace but otherwise unsuspecting.

The walk back to the truck is peaceful, Rafe's hand in Barry's until they're within sight of the kook girl, who waves enthusiastically at the boy.

Only this time Rafe doesn't just wave back and continue on like the older man expected, instead the boy is turned to press a heated kiss to his boyfriends mouth.

Barry can't help but to glance back at the entry table, a sick satisfaction settling in his chest when he spots the obvious scowl on the bitches face.

[usafphantom2]

Curious about the glass... And how it held up to the severe heat...I found this air and space magazine article from 1999.

The glass through which the all-important cameras peered had to be free of optical distortion even though the inside temperature was 150 degrees and the outside 550 degrees. (Pilots have reported that the windshield of an SR-71 gets so hot at cruise that they can’t touch their gloved hand to it for more than a couple of seconds.) That one was solved by the Corning Glass Works and Perkin-Elmer, a lens manufacturer, in three years and at a cost of $2 million.

They fused quartz glass windows to the metal frame using high-frequency sound waves, which had never been done before!

William Burrows.

@Habubrats71 via x

[palmceader]

Food Blog:

Corn chips dipped in congee (forgot a fork for the congee so bought $1 chips and salsa to get a fork)

Home blog:

Bought two space heaters to try and make home not be 62 degrees, blew a fuse twice and still waiting for landlord to reset. Embarrassing!

I am glad that I have a home and food!

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ OXVENTURE PRESENTS: DEADLANDS / ch7 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'you've got... whatever you've got going on.'

'i, uh, died. in a duel.'

'essentially, i am no longer living, i am powered by an evil spirit.'

'to all intents and purposes, i am dead.'

'that is a detailed and unsettling explanation.'

'it's no compensation for losing your bean appetite.'

'food has no savour for me and i can't get drunk.'

'i fired bullets into the back of her head and it was all fine after that.'

'the hypocrisy of it is what stings most of all well— the murders...'

'he's only seen it written down.'

'tremendous! i need to freshen up.'

'i find it makes me more pleasant to be around.'

'murder has more of a burning, hole through the chest sensation than a sting, but...'

'i would like to buy an astonishing amount of booze, please.'

'you're going to be so flammable.'

'she mentioned that you might be by. she didn't mention the smell.'

'TNT? can we have TNT?'

'use the time you have with the ones you love.'

'even if it smells bad, it's better than looking at the horses.'

'and i shouted at those children so much, that's how i got the nickname 'old yeller'.'

'can i see some... badge?'

'how am i supposed to make peace if i don't have my peacemaker?!'

'i was just on my way back from the well...'

'not everyone has to drink alcohol.'

'how would you imbibe... liquid... that is not alcohol.'

'i'm sorry, i simply stopped paying attention.'

'how'd you lose your nose, friend?'

'i've never lived anywhere so wonderful!'

'honest men have nothing to fear from the law.'

'i wouldn't go near a horses hooves.'

'i'm going to regret asking this, i feel, but...'

'you can't hang a man for having a drink!'

'should we ask them politely not to?'

'it's not a crime to ask!'

'it may be a crime to ask.'

'if we hang him now, he'll never do it again.'

'let's call them 'health complications'.'

'they can't kill you if you're already dead. it's double jeopardy.'

'first of all, heck. and furthermore, dang. and, uh, uh... ninny!'

'how many colours are in that waistcoat, ma'am?'

'that horse must be at least life sized.'

'i mean, unless you have a three foot neck.'

'i plead insanity.'

'ignorance of the law is no defence!'

'we also interrupted a hanging.'

'yeah, we aided and abetted.'

'you seem very stressed, can i offer you some corn whiskey?'

'you've really dropped the ball, here.'

'oh, no, oh no... mum said it was gonna be like this...'

'how long until you fall foul of the law?'

'if you cut off the head of the snake, it tends to be fatal for the whole thing, being as it is part of the whole thing...'

'i don't know, i've never learned my words!'

'you will not turn my couthouse into a house of cussing!'

'you came in, sir, and said 'butts'.'

'you're putting the spark to the fuse, you're really starting to piss me off...'

'one rule for him, one rule for the rest of us...'

'speaking spanish is now illegal!'

'my understanding is that he was dressed far fancier than me.'

'you look just like someone wanted for graverobbing.'

'what are you, old man?!'

'is this really necessary?'

'here we go again, i suppose.'

'he can't be killed! it's a sign!'

'why is this man not dead?!'

'is sharp rope a thing? well sharpen it!'

'a bad workman always blames his tools.'

'i'll blame you, you tool!'

[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Page 39 Author Notes

Page 39

Minty stop introducing doll characters to the narrative! (I will not.)

Another accidentally timely page. :) I drew this a while ago so I didn’t plan for Twigmogen to appear so soon after the introduction of Ashton Jr. (Ribeye? Ceviche?) but it’s a cute coincidence. She is made from twigs and leaves, corn husks, an acorn, yarn, and whatever Exandria calls Spanish moss. Pâté has a hat too because he is a pretty princess.

So the mob scene on the previous page was still not The Incident, but it’s getting closer. The fuse has been lit and the tension between Laudna and the people of Gelvaan is steadily escalating. This is just a soft and sweet breather page between that and the next thing that happens.

This page features another tree quintessential to the southern gothic (genre) aesthetic, the weeping willow. (The other that’s been pictured so far is the live oak in Imogen’s yard and on the hill by her house.) Pictured here in a less tragic/foreboding symbolic capacity than usual. It is mainly here to be picturesque and reinforce that yes this is a southern gothic.

So, still slightly tragic and foreboding.