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Seismic Pallet Rack, Racking, new and used, shelving, cantilever rack (concord / pleasant hill / martinez)
#d uprights#8' long x 4#d#GREEN SEISMIC TEARDROP UPRIGHTS. Ask for the innovative uprights that are knocked down for ease of shipping; and are easily set up with nut#Then we have ORANGE BEAMS that are 6'#8'#9'#10'#12' long with capacities from 2200 lbs./pair to 8204 lbs./pair.#Don't forget about the wire decks made necessary by the fire dept. They want you to have âflow throughâ decks that allow the sprinklers to#the heat to rise#set off the alarm and activate the vents. Call for prices.#We also sell USED PALLET RACK if it is AMERICAN SEISMIC DESIGN. Chinese made and most of the used pallet rack are not seismic design. Chine#increasing the number of connector rivets on the ends of the beams from 2 to 3#and sometimes requiring backers (double columns) on the upright channels to at least the first beam level.#How do you get your forklift from the ground to your dock or the bed of a truck? Use a MOBILE YARD RAMP. They roll around to various locati#Ground-to-trailer application best served with 36' ramp including a 6' level off. Note the lip on the top end that is welded onto a frame f#000 lbs. capacity as opposed to a flimsy hinged steel plate that doesn't have 20#000 lbs. capacity. Other sizes and capacities available.#All steel welded construction. MADE IN AMERICA. Ramps made in China do not have quality control of their steel. Therefore#the capacities cannot be guaranteed.#Add the full undercarriage with solid 18#or 48â length of forks. We used to sell used pallet jacks but within a few weeks the customer would come back and want to get a refund beca#WHERE-IS#CASH AND CARRY#NO REFUNDS#CREDITS#WARRANTY#EXCHANGES OR RETURNS#Cash and carry
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introducing!
the angela giarratana cinematic universe (or the "agcu" for short) â€ïžâđ„
additional info 1. the bolded names are the people who currently perform at ucb (according to the ucbtla website) 2. the names with an asterisk* are the people who star in "d(e)ad," izzy roland's indie movie
#and disclaimer! i'm like 1000000% certain that i'm missing some people or crossovers so please let me know if i did#i fear there are too many people on this chart for me to tag them all so i'm not even going to try#angela giarratana#aoaoaoa#smosh#dropout#starkid#there's so many more people i could've included (like the try guys and all of the mythical crew)#but i thought it was cute that angela was at the center of it all#and she hasn't been on the try guys channel (technically she's on mythical but i wanted to keep it improv-related)#also made a little aoaoaoa island in the smosh circle for olivia and jeremy elder because i don't think they've had any other overlap#upright citizens brigade#d(e)ad
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Does Sol have nipples?
Iâm asking the important questions.
#and if he does do bullywugs lactate?#(in episode 3 sol says the light bringersâ milk was pretty good#which suggests he can process dairy#which suggests some mammalian qualities#not to mention he stands upright like a person#which means he has a human butt)#naddpod#not another dnd podcast#not another d&d podcast#sol bufo
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blood in leGs, It sucks.
#fun fact! the blood vessels in your lower body tighten when you're in an upright position to increase blood flow to the brain!#another fun fact! this doesnt happen when you have POTS so more blood ends up in your legs than your brain!!#just some fun biology facts with roadtrip :D#lol.exe#blackout poetry#pro endo#endo safe#endo friendly#anti rq#radqueers fuck off
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itâs that time of week againâŠ
#and M A N todayâs getsuyoubi was extra yuuutsu#first i dropped 2 cup things filled with water. cool. a mess was made. nice.#t h e n my workstation shook by itself and one of the cup things toppled down again. only it was filled with (diluted) acid this time!!!!#i wish it fell onto me bc at l e a s t my bad day wouldâve ended with just an acid burn instead of getting worse#bc *then* we found out that we were near-out of [insert reagent here] that we need to run blanks for [test thing] yay!!!!! joy!!!!!!!!!#so we had to use a substitute solvent (sadge)#if only it ended there aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#i left work on time -> waited forever for the delayed bus -> decided to get some coffee or sth as a pick me up t h e nâŠ#the coffee place happened to run out of single bags so i decided to put it into my bag instead (mistake)âŠ#âŠa n d dropped my phone while trying to prop the stupid drink upright so it wouldnât spill.#unfortunately for me though... some rando picked up my phone some time within the 30s-1 min wherein i realised that my phone was goneâŠ#âŠand took it home with him instead of handing it to the customer service counter at the nearby train stations. ha.#called my phone a couple of times with the phone from a customer service counter but he~~ didnât~~ pick up~~~~~~~~~#and so. long story short. i had to leave the house an extra time to go to this guyâs place to pick up my bb (read: my phone)#bc the dude~~~ canât~~~~ speak~~~ english~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ so he didnât understand me when i told him my location~~~~~~~#and now itâs almost 8.30 in the pm. im waiting for the delayed bus to go home from wherever tf i am now. and i havenât eaten all day :))))#(aside from a small cake thing but itâs negligible tbh)#aND HOLY FK I HATE THIS I FLAGGED DOWN THE BUS BUT IT SKIPPED THE STOP HELP ME I JUST WANNA GO HOME#.am i allowed to cry yet. i. just. i just wanna eat my dinner.#âŠcome to think of it my drink ended up spilling in my bag while i was hunting for my phone. so. thereâs that to clean up ig.#ughhhhhhhhh i wish that guy had just left my phone where he found it. s o b s#so yeah. if you read this i hope you had a good monday at leastâŠ#this truly is my âšt r a g i c c o m e d yâš
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i love floor time because i get unreasonably giddy every time feeling so much i could burst and i have a thousand plans to take over the world but then i can just stand up and go back to being the blankest guy around. emotions activated only when my buttocks are on the parquetry
#me when im upright or in a bed or chair: đ vs me curled up on the floor in a random yoga pose: :-D im becoming god by sheer force of charm#my post#my mutuals can attest to this im usually totally charmless but ive spent floor time with rumi and stars and in those moments i was truly ch#arismatic
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Please, share your take on hanahaki afofa?
(I can't believe we have two (platonic) afofa hanaki fics on ao3. It's so weird it happened twice)
I'VE READ BOTH OF THOSE FICS AND I LOVE THEM!!
Honestly the idea of platonic Hanahaki fascinates me because it's even worse, could you imagine? (Actually given we're all here on tumblr.com I don't think many of us have to imagine lmao). BUT COULD YOU IMAGINEâfamily hits you so much harder when they don't love you, because they're the ones that are supposed to. Family is supposed to love you unconditionally, and when they don't, that shit is devastating. Imagine being six years old and suddenly spitting up flowers for reasons you can't understand. It turns the "should I tell them" on its head because unlike romantic Hanahaki, when it's your family you're owed an explanation as to why they don't love you. It's that tasty, tasty angst đ€
ANYWAYâROMANCE. AFOFA.
It's actually odd for me to think about, but the way I imagine AFOFA, neither would get Hanahaki. Yoichi never gives up his love for his brother, even after everything that happens between them. Call it Stockholm Syndrome, poor judgement, whatever you wantâYoichi can't get rid of his love for Takashi no matter how hard he tries. And of course, All For One is never letting go of his love for Yoichi, so while All For One would never get Hanahaki, neither would Yoichi.
However if we go the "Hanahaki is caused by a psychological perception of a lack of requited love", then honestly? My bets are on All For One catching it.
Because Yoichi gets chased so ardently!! So relentlessly!! Every time AFO turns around he's telling Yoichi how much he loves him. Even if AFO's love is painful and dangerous, Yoichi doesn't have space to doubt that his brother does that care for him more than he cares for anyone else in the world. He's always made that very clear. There being something deeply, deeply wrong with All For One doesn't mean he's incapable of loveâit just means he's incapable of showing it in a healthy way. (Alexa play I Know That He Loves Me by Autoheartâ)
But for how I see AFOFA, there's plenty of space for All For One to feel as if his love isn't reciprocated. The first one being that, he'd obviously see any affection from Yoichi as platonic until Yoichi told him/displayed otherwise, and platonic love isn't a substitute for romantic love; at least not where Hanahaki is concerned. Or, as a second trigger, after Yoichi finds out about his dirty dealings and starts trying to pull away from him, All For One would see that as a lack of love. Yoichi refusing him touch and comfort, denouncing everything his brother has ever done for him, and generally telling All For One that what he's doing is wrong and that Yoichi won't stand beside him as long as he continues to do evil things (which All For One would hear as Yoichi calling him evil, as Yoichi attempting to break their bond and cut him off completely forever)âall of that would compound in AFO's head and it'd be a stronger trigger than the first.
And the best (worst) thing here would be that Hanahaki can't kill All For One! :D He'd never get it removed, obviously, because you'd faster find a way to kill him than tear his teeth out of Yoichi, but without Yoichi near him to convince himself that he can make Yoichi love him again (even though Yoichi actually never stopped), he'd have to deal with Hanahaki for the rest of his very long life đ
I'd have to pick a very pretty, very thorny flower for him to cough up forever :3
#asks#anonymous#afofa#hanahaki#all for one#shigaraki yoichi#first one for all holder#is afo seeing yoichi's desire to be morally upright and have space from him as a lack of love incredibly arrogant and selfish? yes!#afo's love has always been very selfish! :D#does that stop it from drowning him when he feels it isn't reciprocated? no!#that's the fun part :3
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âWhy would you like this character, a fictional construct who is, by definition, not real, and therefore whose actions in-story affect literally no real people, donât you know she did horrible things??!!!!?!â
My God, you are all so boring.
#not 'all'. obviously. the people I interact with and the people over on the tournament blog understand this#I just...don't you get tired? having to painstakingly search for and make sure you like the most morally upright characters in the most#pure and pristine works that are morally airtight enough that they can't even be interpreted in bad faith?#*ever#because uh. the o/c/d tries to make me do that kind of thing. in real life. like with my own thoughts. and it is. exhausting. it makes me#miserable actually. just why would you do that??? to yourself????? willingly??????? especially over something that is NOT REAL???!?!!?!???#genuinely I will never understand#also *something something* most of the female characters who are actually allowed to be angry and have ugly emotions are the#morally dubious ones.............#like genuinely the pickings are slim if I want characters I relate to#(not that you have to relate to all characters obviously. but it's nice to have that sometimes.)#ANYWAY#In the Vents
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A dove: *lands on the roof of our stable*
Our two dogs: AN INTRUDER! ALARM!! THIEVES!!! YOU HEARD IT TOO RIGHT?? MURDERERS!!! oh shit wait nvm it's a bird.
#meanwhile I'm sat bolt upright in bed because it's 7.30 in the morning and I'm still asleep#thanks lads :D :D :D brilliant!#LOVE living in my own apartment above the stables#most of the time...
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To be fair, Blibdoolpoolp canonically looks like this:
Who wouldn't be fascinated?
Not everything a DM tries works out as intended. Sometimes a story arc falls flat, or a little extra description causes the party to halt for a few hours to fiddle with a rockâŠ. it happens.
#WHY she looks like that when her worshipers - and creators! - are upright fish is a mystery#but yeah this stuff is a big part of the fun of d&d to me#sometimes the story builds itself!#and it's really fun to follow where it goes#d&d#dnd#ttrpg#blibdoolpoolp
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could you give me tips on how to draw furries? specifically like anatomy tips :3
your art is really cool btw!!
Thank ya! hmm the way i learnt was just drawing regular anime wolves but they lacked the expressiveness of humans and i slowly started making them upright without realising it xd So i suppose, if you know how to draw animals, study humanoid bodies, if you know how to draw humans, study animals, and if you dont know neither then start with the one you like drawing better : D There are as many furry varieties as there are animals so its hard to give specific tips but i gotta say a real favourite way of drawing furry bodies is
zootopia concept art, we hate disney but this is gold actually
especially thissss, i dont know anything theoretical about this but it may be because lots of mammals have reduced collarbones too? You dont have to stick to these guides, lots of people just draw very human bodies when it comes to furries but think its a nice touch
heres some more, one thing i often see is about fur tufts, it can give the character some nice shapes if you space them correctly
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morning after one night stand with 141?
Anon! You have me kicking my feet and giggling over here!! I am cackling so hard omg. I've been waiting for a prompt like this, and I know it has been sitting in my inbox for a while. (Really there are a ton sitting in my inbox and I will get to them all I promise). But after feeling like garbage and having some health issues, this prompt just came to me naturally and I didn't need to force anything. I thought it would be best to tackle this first on my dive back into fulfilling these requests after the 1k follower event.
I went spicy with this one. I won't lie. Because, let's be real, a morning after with any of these four will only end up with you still in that bed. I know I'd fold instantly. No question about it.
Content & Warnings: swearing, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie, feelings, oral sex (male & female receiving), sex w/ and w/o condoms, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, aftercare
Word Count: 3.6k
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John Price
The ceiling fan above you spins slowly. Itâs not nearly enough air. Your skin is sticky with sweat, and youâve hardly slept at all.
The sheets youâre tangled in are thin, but what can you expect from a cheap hotel?
All of this was last second. A moment of tipsy-laced passion. Now youâre reaping the consequences. And the air is too damp, too hot, tooâ
Fuck.
You glance to your right, at the man softly snoring beside you. All the memories from last night appear before your eyes, replaying like a grainy recording. Images of all the positions this man put you in, and how fucking good his dick felt inside you.
Even now, you still feel the slight sting in your scalp from when he tangled his fingers in your hair while you took him into your mouth.
You need to leave. You need to leave with a thread of your dignity in tact before he wakes up. Before John wakes. You know the name well enough. He had you screaming it nearly all night. Insisted on it, and you happily obliged.
Shifting slightly, you shimmy to the very edge of the bed, trying your hardest to sit up without making too much noise or rocking the bed. Swinging your legs around, you push up, coming to an upright position, feet planting firmly on the floor. Between your legs is a mess. You donât have to see it to know.
Most of the night, John used condoms. But when the two of you finally curled up together, John had slid his hand between your thighs and parted you just enough to push right on in. You didnât protest. You had sighed heavily, and then groaned when he rocked his hips, moving inside you.
In the moment you didnât care. Not one bit. In a way, you still donât, but what the fuck were you thinking?
You breathe in deep through your nostrils and then exhale slowly through your mouth. Lingering wonât help. You need to collect your clothes from the floor and leave.
As you open your eyes, and blink, youâre faced with your reflection. The full-length mirror against the wall shows the carnage from the night, but itâs not your appearance that has you pausing.
Itâs John.
Heâs awake.
And heâs staring right at you.
âYou leaving me already?â His voice is husky. Sleep-tinged. The sound of it goes straight to your pussy.
âNo,â you reply automatically.
He yawns, muscled chest flexing. âYouâre lying, love.â
Your limbs do not cooperate. Move. Thatâs what you need, but your body isnât listening. Itâs melting instead, wanting to draw back into his arms.
âAm I?â
He nods, and rubs his large hand across his chest. The dark hairs there are tempting. You remember running your hands over those pectorals, and how your fingers dug in as you used him to rock back against his cock.
John pushes up and reaches over, that hand pressing against your back lightly, rubbing soft circles.
Fuck.
âCome here,â he says softly, and yet it isnât soft at all.
Itâs not pleading. Itâs not exactly a command. John isnât demanding anything and yet you are unable to form any will of your own. Itâs like John has just taken a shot of whiskey.
Finally, your limbs move, but it is not away from him. Your feet find the bed again, and John is grabbing onto your thighs and waist, drawing you back. The whimper you release when both of his hands grasp the backs of your thighs as he pulls you into his lap is obscene. Itâs silly. Downright ridiculous.
But itâs cut off. Cinched.
Johnâs mouth is on yours and then youâre kissing him. It is open-mouthed. A bit messy. But fuck is it good. His hands slide up your thighs, over the curve of your ass, and meander their way over your back. One arm wraps around your waist while the other comes up to your throat.
He wonât let you leave. He wonât allow you to slip away. Johnâs hand seems so large against your throat, and yet you donât care. Itâs possessive the way he claims your mouth. When you begin to wiggle, John growls, and youâre flipped onto your back.
John doesnât cease kissing you, and his hands are everywhere. Your legs effortlessly part from him, and you feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh.
Whatâs one more? Couldnât hurt.
You shift your hips, and itâs like John already knows. Drawing your legs up and into a more bent position, there is little effort in the way he buries himself to the hilt. You almost choke on your next breath but that is all you have.
There is nothing lazy or soft about this. Johnâs hips snap forward and back, skin smacking against skin. He presses his face against the side of your head, lips brushing along the lien of your jaw as he continues to relentlessly fuck you into the bed. Your hands claw at his back, fingers digging for a semblance of steadiness.
âCanât leave yet,â he huffs against your throat.
Your face shifts toward him and John takes this opportunity to find your lips again, and this kiss is so much different. It is passionate, and speaks to something more desperate than a mere need.
This is only supposed to be a night. A fun, drunken fuck you can latch onto your belt.
But no. Thatâs not what this is.
Not really.
John "Soap" MacTavish
The air conditioning kicks in, and that is what wakes you. A cool burst of air travels over your skin, making you shiver, pulling you from sleep.
You groan, snuggling against the warmth youâre curled against. Itâs a comforting warmth. A bit soft with some hardness too. Not completely comfortable but better than the blast of cold air.
When you sink further against this warmth, it shifts beneath you. Dazedly, you blink, pulling back slightly from this nice heat you donât wish to leave. Your cheek grazes against something scratchy and then youâre frowning down at chiseled pectorals.
The night before comes rushing forward. It is a battering ram of information, one that sends your already foggy brain into overload.
âMorning, love.â The husky, Scottish voice grounds you, slamming you back to reality.
You twist slightly and are greeted by soft blue eyes and a lazy smile.
âJohnny,â you murmur.
âRemembered my name,â he laughs. He reaches over to grasp the back of your thigh, drawing it over his waist. That large hand of his squeezes gently and you shiver.
âYou remember mine?â you ask, teasing back.
He hums softly, and then draws you in, whispering your name against your lips.
This was a one-time thing. A quick hookup. You met Johnny at a pub. He had zeroed in on you instantly, making his way toward you with eagerness like he knew he wanted you out of everyone there that night.
And you had melted. Complied. Fallen for his Scottish accent that only seemed to thicken the more he drank. He cracked jokes, and gave you all of his attention. It was nice to be wanted for once, and when he discreetly asked you if you wanted to go back to his place, you didnât hesitate.
But the morning is here. It has come calling. And now youâre left with the consequences.
âI need to go,â you murmur, drawing away from him.
Embarrassment is starting to sink in. You have no idea what you might look like at the moment but it canât be anything other than a mess. Your makeup is likely smeared, hair tangled like a birdâs nest, and you fucking ache everywhere.
Which is fucking understandable because Johnny has stamina. Youâve never been with a man with such quick recovery time. Heâd finish, take a couple minutes, and come right back at it like he wasnât winded at all. He also put you in all sorts of weird positions.
No wonder youâre sore.
Johnnyâs face falls slightly, and his arms tighten, keeping you crushed against him. âDonât want to stay for a bit? Could grab some breakfast.â
Heâs offering it to you casually as if your rejection wonât mean anything, but you see the hesitation in his gaze. Johnny wants you to say âyesâ and yet you donât know why. It could just be a show of kindness. An offering of nourishment after the workout he put you through last night. But perhaps itâs something more?
No. Thatâs silly. Ridiculous.
The two of you met just last night. If anything, the two of you have only known each other for twelve hours. Thatâs hardly enough to go on.
But breakfast sounds lovely.
When you donât answer right away, Johnny adjusts his hold on you. His face draws close, gaze lazily scanning your body. Slowly, he moves in, brushing his lips against your shoulder, and then the curve at your neck.
âOr we could stay here for a bit longer.â He presses a kiss to your throat. âBreakfast after?â Johnnyâs hand changes position, slipping up to grasp the curve of your ass. His body twists, and you feel his hard cock against the inside of your thigh.
Your pussy immediately clenches, remembering all the things he did to you. You attempt to push the feeling aside but it only grows, flowing outward, zapping your self-control.
âJohnny,â you whimper as his hand ventures further downward, sliding between your legs.
His fingers part your pussy, and the sound of the mess between your legs reaches your ears. The two of you didnât use condoms last night, but youâre both clean and you went for it. It seems overly loudly in the room, and Johnnyâs breathing quickens slightly as he explores.
âDonât mind me adding to this?â His lips come down on your neck before his teeth lightly sink in.
Your lips part and you cry out as Johnny slips a finger inside your pussy. He takes his time, slowly moving in and out of your pussy. Lazily, his thumb brushes over your clit. He repeats the gesture, and your hips buck against his hold.
âStaying?â he asks, lips brushing over collarbone to descend downward to your breasts.
His actions arenât fair. This isnât how things are supposed to go. Heâs supposed to kick you out. To tell you to leave either politely or like an asshole. Instead, Johnny is trying everything to get you to stay. And you canât say youâre all that mad about it becauseâfuck, this man knows how to use his fingers.
Johnny runs his tongue over your nipple and you nearly come undone right then. Your hips flex forward, pushing your clit against his palm. He inserts a second finger, and Johnny groans against your breasts as your orgasm builds toward its peak.
âStay,â he says, and you squeeze around those two digits, gasping for air as your fingers dig into his pectorals.
Johnny withdraws and rolls you onto your back. You spread your legs gladly, your orgasm still buzzing under your skin. He boxes you in, the head of his cock pushing in. All that soreness returns but it is fleeting. Once heâs seated entirely inside you, you hardly care.
âIâll stay,â you gasp as he rocks his hips.
âFor breakfast, too?â
âWhatever you want.â
Simon "Ghost" Riley
When you awaken, itâs a jolt. A sharp shake.
You blink, not recognizing your surroundings for a moment. Hazy memories bubble up to the surface. There was a man with blonde hair and scars. There was whiskey. Lots of it. A bottle shared between you and him.
His hand kept straying to your thigh, squeezing with intention. You leaned in, asked if he was interested in going elsewhere.
This is elsewhere. And itâs not a hotel.
Simon.
You remember him now. His gruff voice, his large hands on your body, and the way he stripped you down in seconds before his mouth sought supple skin. Your cheeks heat with the memory, and you absently press your palm there, the warmth radiating into your fingers.
Glancing over, you find the bed empty. Reaching out, you test the sheets, finding them cold. Simon has been gone a while, but this is no hotel room. Itâs too personal, which means heâs somewhere. This must be his home.
If youâre careful, maybe you can slip out. You sit up, and listen. Quiet. No running water or feet padding softly against the floor. The bathroom door is ajar and the light is off. Simon might be out in the kitchen or living roomâor he might be gone.
Thatâs happened before. Youâve awoken only for the man to be gone, leaving you alone in his home to put yourself together and make an exit at your convenience.
ItâsâŠfine.
Simon was a good fuck. You canât complain on that front. He knew exactly how to work your body. He found all your spotsâall the things that make you meltâand stuck with it.
Sighing heavily, you crawl out of the comfortable bed. Your limbs scream in protest, soreness making itself known in places youâve never been sore before. Itâs a game finding your discarded clothes on the floor. With only a sliver of sunlight from the window, youâre forced to grab and hold the item up in the air to determine if the clothing item is yours or Simonâs.
âFinally,â you mutter, identifying your shirt. Itâs halfway over your head when you hear the front door. âFuck,â you hiss, only tangling yourself further.
You take a step back only to smack your leg against the bed. It sends you backwards, sprawling onto your back. You manage to sit up and wrestle your shirt on when Simon enters the room.
He stands in the doorway holding a plastic bag, and wearing a black tracksuit. Simonâs hair is a bit of a mess like he quickly ran his fingers through it before leaving.
âHi,â you say weakly, because you canât stand awkward silence.
âLeaving?â asks Simon, but he doesnât sound upset.
You shrug, and swallow down the lump in your throat. âWhatâs in the bag?â you reply, switching tactics.
Simon is quiet a moment before he reaches in and tosses something to you. You manage to catch it without fumbling it.
Glancing down, you look at the box. At theâoh.
âWe ran out last night,â he states simply.
It suddenly grows hot in the room.
âWe did,â you agree, clutching the box of condoms like itâs a lifejacket.
He bought more. Which meansâ
âYouâre welcome to leave,â he says, crumbling up the bag and setting it on top of the dresser. Simon reaches into his pocket and deposits his keys along with his phone. Unzipping his jacket, Simon reveals bare chest.
When the jacket is gone, Simon is left in only black joggers. Heâs on full display. Broad shoulders, muscled arms and chest, large hands that perfectly wrapped around your throat as he bent you over and fucked you from behind.
âIs that what you want?â you ask, but you already know the answer. If Simon really wanted you gone, he wouldnât have left to purchase another box of condoms.
âItâs what you want,â he replies. Simon is so calmâso casual. Heâs not moving away from the door. He stands there, shirtless, gaze intense.
You sigh loudly and glance down at the box of condoms. âYou did go out of your way to buy these.â
By the time you glance up, Simon is right there, grasping your throat, easing your head upwards so that you can look at him. With his other hand, he takes the condoms and tosses them onto the bed.
âYouâre staying.â Itâs not really a question, more of a confirmation.
You nod once and Simonâs thumb brushes over your bottom lip. That soft touch is enough to part your lips, and Simon makes a noise deep in his throat that sounds like a groan.
âTake me in your mouth,â he rasps. âLike you did last night.â
Your hands find the top of his joggers. Sliding beneath the band, you wiggle them down until the base of his cock appears. You pull a bit more, and then itâs free, already hard with a tiny bead of cum blooming in the slit. Your tongue darts out, swiping it up.
Simon shivers, and his hold on your neck adjusts to grasp the back of your head. He doesnât haul you against him, or force himself down your throat. He is waiting for you, and that action in and of itself is enough to get you to stay a bit longer.
The head of his cock slides over your tongue and you throat him deep. Simonâs eyelids flutter and his groan is sweet. You bottle it up for later with the intention of recreating that soundâto make him moan like that again.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Sunday mornings are lazy mornings.
Some of the alcohol from last night still lingers in your pores, leaving a tightness behind your eyes and at your temples. But itâs not all that relevant.
Right now, youâre floating. Thereâs a man between your thighs. Well, his head anyway. And his tongue is doing all sorts of things to you.
Kyleâs tongue lazily flicks back and forth over your clit while he pumps two fingers in and out of your pussy. He is in no rush. No hurry. Heâs taking his time, and youâre in blissful motion, hips rocking against his tongue, meeting his fingers with each thrust.
He groans softly against your pussy just before he sucks your clit into his mouth. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, and your back arches off the bed. Kyleâs name is on your lips. A repetition you cannot cease.
Even with your orgasm blossoming, you feel his smile against your skin. Kyle is smug that heâs done this to you.
What a way to start the day.
Kyleâs fingers slip from your body, and then heâs pushing up, reaching for the box of condoms on the bedside table. He snatches one up, tearing it open quickly.
âHow do you want me?â you murmur, not trusting your voice. Itâs still hoarse from sleep and the smokes you accepted last night.
Kyle rolls on the condom. His skin is glossy with sweat. The two of you have hardly slept. You thought this would be a quick fuck but itâs something else. Kyle takes his time, and that has drawn this one-night stand out into an all-night fucking marathon.
âYouâre good as you are, love,â coos Kyle, settling between your legs again. You both groan aloud when he slides home.
Itâs the next day. You should be out of this bed. You should be doing your usual walk-of-shame, and yet youâre still in Kyleâs bed, full of his cock, and completely strung out on orgasms.
âPromise Iâll let you rest after this,â he murmurs, testing with a roll of his hips.
You almost laugh. âYou said that the last two times,â you moan as he hits somewhere deep.
âDid I?â he asks, absently.
Kyle is sweet, but he knows how to make you yearn. Itâs agony. And itâs fucking beautiful. This isnât how any of this is supposed to go and yet here you are, getting dicked down by a man who is clearly beyond simple hook-ups.
This man is boyfriend material, and even as your mind starts to drift back into a lustful haze, itâs scheming of ways to keep him.
Shifting slightly, Kyle adjusts your legs, setting a pace that makes each stroke divine. Perhaps itâs the fact that youâre exhausted that it feels so goddamn good. And maybe the two of you will actually rest after this.
The birds are chirping, and traffic is already moving. Itâs the morning after, and yet the night seems to have been unending.
Kyle leans forward, and then your lips are connecting. Each kiss is deep. Tender. Itâs unfair how nice this is. It shouldnât be like this, and yet it is, and that makes it all the more painful when you do finally leave. This is not your home. It is his.
This is just an agreement made in a smoky pub. Nothing more.
âKyle,â you moan, drawing his name out as your orgasm crests.
He smiles against your mouth, his pace stuttering out as the rest of him starts to tense.
âAlmost there, love. Promise.â That word, promise, is strained. Kyleâs eyelids flutter, and then he too finds his end.
In the muted dark, the two of you exchange breaths. A car honks outside but itâs a muted thing. Youâre hardly paying attention.
âCan we rest now?â you ask. Itâs almost a laugh, but itâs also cautious. Maybe rest just means rest for him, and youâre about to be kicked to the curb.
âYeah,â he smiles, rolling onto his back. Kyle reaches down to remove the condom before pushing himself out of bed and into the bathroom. The light flicks on. Water runs. And then Kyle returns with a damp cloth.
âOpen those legs for me.â
You do so obediently, and Kyle patiently cleans you up before returning the cloth to the bathroom.
When he returns, the words tumble out of you unexpectantly. âI just need a couple hours and then Iâll go.â
Kyle frowns as he slides back into the bed. âYou donât need to rush out of here.â
You donât need to rush out of here.
âI donât want to botherââ Kyle shakes his head and you cease speaking.
âCome here,â he murmurs, offering himself. You slide up next to him, and Kyle wraps his arms around your body, dragging you into his chest.
Your lips begin to form words but Kyle makes a grunt and you promptly close your mouth. Kyle has you locked in his arms, and itâs comfortable. Normal. This is all too personal, and yet Kyle doesnât seem to mind.
Maybe you could make this into something else.
Maybe this is him offering more.
Whatever it is, the concept fractures, slipping away as the warmth and comfort of him lulls you to sleep.
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part 3 of the 2023 version of this post: adult books!
part 1: middle grade books | part 2: young adult books
this is a very incomplete list, as these are only books I've read and enjoyed. not all books are going to be for all readers, so I'd recommend looking up synopses and content warnings. feel free to message me with any questions about specific representation!
list of books under the cut âŹïž
yerba buena by nina lacour
if we were villains by m.l. rio
everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily r. austin
i want to be a wall by honami shirono
portrait of a thief by grace d. li
the thirty names of night by zeyn joukhadar
on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong
love & other disasters by anita kelly
take a hint, dani brown by talia hibbert
boyfriend material by alexis hall
almost like being in love by steve kluger
the charm offensive by alison cochrun
something wild & wonderful by anita kelly
red, white & royal blue by casey mcquiston
something to talk about by meryl wilsner
honey girl by morgan rogers
one last stop by casey mcquiston
once ghosted, twice shy by alyssa cole
kiss her once for me by alison cochrun
a spindle splintered by alix e. harrow
finna by nino cipri
every heart a dooryway by seanan mcguire
the starless sea by erin morgenstern
under the whispering door by tj klune
space opera by catherynne m. valente
light from uncommon stars by ryka aoki
dead collections by isaac fellman
the city we became by n.k. jemisin
light carries on by ray nadine
an absolutely remarkable thing by hank green
feed them silence by lee mandelo
summer sons by lee mandelo
upright women wanted by sarah gailey
lavender house by lev a.c. rosen
fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe by fannie flagg
the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid
a master of djinn by p. djeli clark
witchmark by c.l. polk
a marvellous light by freya marske
a restless truth by freya marske
when women were dragons by kelly barnhill
plain bad heroines by emily m. danforth
a lady for a duke by alexis hall
infamous by lex croucher
passing strange by ellen klages
even though i knew the end by c.l. polk
the chosen and the beautiful by nghi vo
whiskey when we're dry by john larison
wake of vultures by lila bowen
silver in the wood by emily tesh
the once and future witches by alix e. harrow
the kingdoms by natasha pulley
a tip for the hangman by allison epstein
she who became the sun by shelley parker-chan
the song of achilles by madeline miller
spear by nicola griffith
this is how you lose the time war by amal el-mohtar and max gladstone
gideon the ninth by tamsyn muir
some desperate glory by emily tesh
all systems red by martha wells
a psalm for the wild built by becky chambers
the mimicking of known successes by malka older
winter's orbit by everina maxwell
fireheart tiger by aliette de bodard
empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo
legends and lattes by travis baldree
the house in the cerulean sea by tj klune
other ever afters by melanie gillman
the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon
a day of fallen night by samantha shannon
a strange and stubborn endurance by foz meadows
the unbroken by c.l. clark
real queer america by samantha allen
fun home by alison bechdel
in the dream house by carmen maria machado
better living through birding by christian cooper
why fish don't exist by lulu miller
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@icyfox17 OH MY GOSH
i had an unnamed cottagecore-y magic AU that was primarily crimeboys but also had SBI in it too and i never managed to do anything proper with it which makes me so sad. here's some silly concept sketches and stuff anyway, please ask me about this au i love it so much
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This Fossil Friday, meet the Warren mastodon: the first complete American mastodon (Mammut americanum) skeleton found in the United States! This fossilized proboscidean was discovered in a bog in Newburgh, New York in 1845. It was remarkable for being preserved in the position in which it had died some 11,000 years agoâstanding upright with its legs thrust forward and its head tilted upward, likely gasping for air under mud in which it had become mired. Shortly after its excavation, the Warren mastodonâs tusks began to decay. But thanks to Museum preparators, the tusk fragments were reassembled and restored to their proper length of 8 ft 6 in (2.6 m).
See the Warren mastodon up close in the Hall of Advanced Mammals! The Museum is open daily from 10 amâ5:30 pm. Plan your visit.
Photo: D. Finnin / © AMNH
#science#amnh#museum#fossil#nature#natural history#animals#did you know#fact of the day#mastodon#cool animals#museum of natural history#stem#elephants#proboscidean#paleontology
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Hi I heard you make transformers one oneshot umm I hope you won't mind, this actually a D-16 oneshot " what if his s/o get shoted instead of Orion" or " D - 16 meeting s/o for the first time"
D-16 / MEGATRON X READER
I combined both requests :3
cybertronian!reader SPOILERS FOR TF ONE Puree angst, character death, sadness :(
You were also a miner, like Orion and D-16. You met in a similar way they did.
You grunted, your limbs aching from pushing around the minecart around all day. It was filled with raw energon rock at this point, so it was a lot heavier. Last night, you hadnât recharged well, and now you felt like you were running on your last drop of consciousness... Your optics widened when you unexpectedly bumped into something in front of you, sending your minecart toppling over and spilling its contents.
âOh, Iâm so sorryââ You hissed, watching all the progress of the day come crashing down onto the floor. You pursed your mouth in frustration; this really sucked.
âHey, hey, itâs alright. Let me help you out, here.â A calm voice came from in front of you, prompting you to avert your optics toward the bot you had bumped into. You paused--hmmm, he was a handsome bot. You eyed his armor for a moment before realizing you were staring.
âSorry! Uh, Iâd appreciate that. I wasnât looking where I was going.â You muttered, kneeling down to pick up your rocks, him beside you. He let out a small spurt of a gruff chuckle.
âNo worries. Hey, I havenât seen you around here. Iâm D-16.â He introduced himself, you still remember the way he smiled at you. You nervously smiled back
âIâm Y/N. I was actually uh...promoted just recently. Iâve never mined energon before. Itâs harder than I thought.â
âOh, well, it gets easier. You get better at it too.â He said, tossing the last bit of rock back into your cart and helping you turn it upright.
âSo where were you headed off to?â He asked, walking beside you now.
You took a deep breath. âTo the trains? I was told to report to Elita-1 afterward.â
âPsh, really? Thatâs a coincidence, so am I.â He said lightly, grinning at you. You couldnât help but chuckle.
It started as a friendshipâyou, Orion and D-16. You were a little trio. Despite this, Orion always noticed the particular⊠attention you paid specifically to D. When the three of you joked around, you would always look toward him to watch his reactionâor rather, his smile. You became bashful when he helped you with something, he, in turn, softened up around you. It didnât take long for Orion to see right through youâmeanwhile, D remained completely oblivious!! History says you were just friends
Eventually, you two started dating! You made a sweet couple, with Orion constantly third-wheeling. You can imagine everything you went through after kind of illegally participating in the race, getting thrown to Level 50 as a punishment, and uncovering the location of the Primes.
You watched as your lover changed, and it pained you. You saw his anger slowly shift and shift, first towards his best friend, then at everyone else. You watched as he became feverishly focused on killing Sentinel.
âD, donât!â
Your yell went silent as you ran in front of sentinel, the blast from Dâs cannon hitting you instead of him. The impact blasted through your chest, ripping through armor, your casing, and your wiringâuntil it struck your spark. This was the turning point when D-16 became.. Megatron. His optics widened, he stopped seeing red for a split second.
He watch as your body fell, the whole world seemed to come to a halt.
âY/N!â He yelled and dived after your body, momentarily forgetting about his anger. Before you could fall into the depths of Iacon, he caught your arm. He didnât waste a second as he desperately tried to pull you up. You had no strength left to help yourself--your body hung limp.
âWhy! Why did you do that!?â He yelled at you, his voice shaking. As you slipped between consciousness, you realized youâd never heard your lover so emotional. Not like this.
âYou canât go, you canât, you canât you canâtââ
âDâŠâ
Your arm started slipping from his digits. âIâm so sorryâŠyou have to.. stop this. Please,â you whispered out, the light in your optics flickering.
Megatron stared at you, partly in disbelief at you and himself. âIâm sorry. Iâm going to fix this, I-I promise,â He hissed, his servo desperately holding on. You knew you didnât have much time left.
âD, please donât this. I love you. I always will. No matter what Iâll always remember you as my D-16.â You whispered.
âIâm sorry,â he murmured, roaring in anguish as your body slipped from his grip. He watched as you descended into the depths of your planet. You were going to become a part of Cybertron again, just as they all started out as. Heâs so sorry.
Heâs sorry heâs not the D-16 you knew.
Despite this loss, he still became Megatron. Afterall, he had nothing to lose now.
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