#earth bomber

[dailybomberman]

day 196: the earth shaker

(legendary ground guy)

[mkmikunasu]

[mutedeclipse]

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[bobson-dugnut]

Fangamer announced Dead space plushies, and while the Isaac one is cute, what I REALLY want is a real version of this crab In a jacket.

[shinigami-striker]

Planet Bomber Day! | Saturday, 04.22.2023

From Konami on Twitter: "Happy #EarthDay! 🌎 White Bomberman is on a mission to save the galaxy and protect all the planets in #SBR2!"

pre-order SUPER BOMBERMAN R 2 today! Available this September!

[mongo-the-liensis]

Mordecai: I CAN'T DO IT!

Louis: I CAN'T EITHER!

Mordecai: I CAN'T FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Donut: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Mordecai:

Mordecai: I appreciate it,

Mordecai: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Imani: Mordecai-

Mordecai: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Katia: Mordecai we gotta-

Mordecai: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Mordecai: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Mordecai, motioning to Carl who has officially lost the plot completely: NOT FUCKING THIS

[bluntshavingrazor]

15/1/2024

I was back in university and the professor gave us an assignment which was to complete a scenario he'd designed in Empire Earth, which had a time limit of one hour. I tried to play it properly but frankly it was really boring and poorly made, and relied too much on luck to complete within the time limit. I got someone else to do it for me, and I instead ate two Cornish Pasties.

[heritageposts]

What does life in North Korea look like outside of Pyongyang? 🇰🇵

Hey, I'm back again with a very scary "tankie" post that asks you to think of North Koreans as people, and to consider their country not as a cartoonish dystopia, but as a nation that, like any other place on earth, has culture, traditions, and history.

Below is a collection of pictures from various cities and places in North Korea, along with a brief dive into some of the historical events that informs life in the so-called "hermit kingdom."

Warning: very long post

Kaesong, the historic city

Beginning this post with Kaesong, one of the oldest cities in Korea. It's also one of the few major cities in the DPRK (i.e. "North Korea") that was not completely destroyed during the Korean war.

Every single city you'll see from this point on were victims of intense aerial bombardments from the U.S. and its allies, and had to be either partially or completely rebuilt after the war.

From 1951 to 1953, during what has now become known as the "forgotten war" in the West, the U.S. dropped 635,000 tons of bombs over Korea — most of it in the North, and on civilian population centers. An additional 32,000 tons of napalm was also deployed, engulfing whole cities in fire and inflicting people with horrific burns:

For such a simple thing to make, napalm had horrific human consequences. A bit of liquid fire, a sort of jellied gasoline, napalm clung to human skin on contact and melted off the flesh. Witnesses to napalm's impact described eyelids so burned they could not be shut and flesh that looked like "swollen, raw meat." - PBS

Ever wondered why North Koreans seem to hate the U.S so much? Well...

Keep in mind that only a few years prior to this, the U.S. had, as the first and only country in the world, used the atomic bomb as a weapon of war. Consider, too, the proximity between Japan and Korea — both geographically and as an "Other" in the Western imagination.

As the war dragged on, and it became clear the U.S. and its allies would not "win" in any conventional sense, the fear that the U.S. would resort to nuclear weapons again loomed large, adding another frightening dimension to the war that can probably go a long way in explaining the DPRK's later obsession with acquiring their own nuclear bomb.

But even without the use of nuclear weapons, the indiscriminate attack on civilians, particularly from U.S. saturation bombings, was still horrific:

"The number of Korean dead, injured or missing by war’s end approached three million, ten percent of the overall population. The majority of those killed were in the North, which had half of the population of the South; although the DPRK does not have official figures, possibly twelve to fifteen percent of the population was killed in the war, a figure close to or surpassing the proportion of Soviet citizens killed in World War II" - Charles K. Armstrong

On top of the loss of life, there's also the material damage. By the end of the war, the U.S. Air Force had, by its own estimations, destroyed somewhere around 85% of all buildings in the DPRK, leaving most cities in complete ruin. There are even stories of U.S. bombers dropping their loads into the ocean because they couldn't find any visible targets to bomb.

What you'll see below of Kaesong, then, provides both a rare glimpse of what life in North Korea looked like before the war, and a reminder of what was destroyed.

Kaesong's main street, pictured below.

Due the stifling sanctions imposed on the DPRK—which has, in various forms and intensities, been in effect since the 1950s—car ownership is still low throughout the country, with most people getting around either by walking or biking, or by bus or train for longer distances.

Kaesong, which is regarded as an educational center, is also notable for its many Koryŏ-era monuments. A group of twelve such sites were granted UNESCO world heritage status in 2013.

Included is the Hyonjongnung Royal Tomb, a 14th-century mausoleum located just outside the city of Kaesong.

One of the statues guarding the tomb.

Before moving on the other cities, I also wanted to showcase one more of the DPRK's historical sites: Pohyonsa, a thousand-year-old Buddhist temple complex located in the Myohyang Mountains.

Like many of DPRK's historic sites, the temple complex suffered extensive damage during the Korean war, with the U.S. led bombings destroying over half of its 24 pre-war buildings.

The complex has since been restored and is in use today both as a residence for Buddhist monks, and as a historic site open to visitors.

Hamhung, the second largest city in the DPRK.

A coastal city located in the South Hamgyŏng Province. It has long served as a major industrial hub in the DPRK, and has one of the largest and busiest ports in the country.

Hamhung, like most of the coastal cities in the DPRK, was hit particularly hard during the war. Through relentless aerial bombardments, the US and its allies destroyed somewhere around 80-90% percent of all buildings, roads, and other infrastructure in the city.

Now, more than seventy years later, unexploded bombs, mortars and pieces of live ammunition are still being unearthed by the thousands in the area. As recently as 2016, one of North Korea's bomb squads—there's one in every province, faced with the same cleanup task—retrieved 370 unexploded mortar rounds... from an elementary school playground.

Experts in the DPRK estimate it will probably take over a hundred years to clean up all the unexploded ordnance—and that's just in and around Hamhung.

Hamhung's fertilizer plant, the biggest in North Korea.

When the war broke out, Hamhung was home to the largest nitrogen fertilizer plant in Asia. Since its product could be used in the creation of explosives, the existence of the plant is considered to have made Hamhung a target for U.S. aggression (though it's worth repeating that the U.S. carried out saturation bombings of most population centers in the country, irrespective of any so-called 'military value').

The plant was immediately rebuilt after the war, and—beyond its practical use—serves now as a monument of resistance to U.S. imperialism, and as a functional and symbolic site of self-reliance.

Chongjin, the third largest city in the DPRK.

Another coastal city and industrial hub. It underwent a massive development prior to the Korean war, housing around 300,000 people by the time the war broke out.

By 1953, the U.S. had destroyed most of Chongjin's industry, bombed its harbors, and killed one third of the population.

Wonsan, a rebuilt seaside city.

The city of Wonsan is a vital link between the DPRK's east and west coasts, and acts today as both a popular holiday destination for North Koreans, and as a central location for the country's growing tourism industry.

Considered a strategically important location during the war, Wonsan is notable for having endured one of the longest naval blockades in modern history, lasting a total of 861 days.

By the end of the war, the U.S. estimated that they had destroyed around 80% of the city.

Masikryong Ski Resort, located close to Wonsan. It opened to the public in 2014 and is the first, I believe, that was built with foreign tourists in mind.

Sariwon, another rebuilt city

One of the worst hit cities during the Korean War, with an estimated destruction level of 95%.

I've written about its Wikipedia page here before, which used to mockingly describe its 'folk customs street'—a project built to preserve old Korean traditions and customs—as an "inaccurate romanticized recreation of an ancient Korean street."

No mention, of course, of the destruction caused by the US-led aerial bombings, or any historical context at all that could possibly even hint at why the preservation of old traditions might be particularly important for the city.

Life outside of the towns and cities

In the rural parts of the DPRK, life primarily revolves around agriculture. As the sanctions they're under make it difficult to acquire fuel, farming in the DPRK relies heavily on manual labour, which again, to avoid food shortages, requires that a large portion of the labour force resides in the countryside.

Unlike what many may think, the reliance on manual labour in farming is a relatively "new" development. Up until the crisis of the 1990s, the DPRK was a highly industrialized nation, with a modernized agricultural system and a high urbanization rate. But, as the access to cheap fuel from the USSR and China disappeared, and the sanctions placed upon them by Western nations heavily restricted their ability to import fuel from other sources, having a fuel-dependent agricultural industry became a recipe for disaster, and required an immediate and brutal restructuring.

For a more detailed breakdown of what lead to the crisis in the 90s, and how it reshaped the DPRKs approach to agriculture, check out this article by Zhun Xu.

Some typical newly built rural housing, surrounded by farmland.

Tumblr only allows 20 pictures per post, but if you want to see more pictures of life outside Pyongyang, check out this imgur album.

[clavicus-vile]

FUCK DUDE I JUST WANT THE UBER-WEAR COSMETIC. THATS ALL I WANT

[captainlondonman]

LAUNDRETTE SKIN

Matt remembered he needed to drop in to the Laundrette to pick up his holiday clothes on the way home. It was almost closing time but he could see Betty, the lady who did all the washes, preparing to shut for the night.

‘You just made it Matt, it’s been a busy day with so many washes but here is your bag. You certainly have some nice patterend shirts and coloured chinos. Obviously off on your holiday.’

‘Yes, thanks, sorry to be late but I will  leave you in peace to shut up. See you soon.’

As soon as he got home he opened the bag to take his clothes out and could not believe what he was looking at. There were no patterned shirts or chinos. It was not his bag. He looked closely wondering what on earth was inside, As he put his hands in to check out in case his clothes were under the top layer he saw 3 jockstraps and though supposedly clean they still had a yellowish appearance. Under that were a combination of Fred Perry polo shirts and Lonsdale T shirts, generally black and white and a couple of khaki. Under that were 3 pairs of bleacher jeans in varying markings one pair so bleached they were almost white, and a pair of camos. Finally at the bottom of the bag were two alpha bomber jackets one in green and the other black.

It was the complete outfit of a skin head. It couldn’t be anything else. Probably the skin head had all his clothes and was spitting blood at not having his own. He had seen the skins in town and knew what tempers they had and always looking for trouble. But it was too late to go back to the laundrette so he zipped up the bag and decided that first thing tomorrow he would have to take it back in the hope the skin did likewise.

As the evening wore on he kept looking at the bag, tempting him to open up and look at more closely. ‘Hell as long as he packed them all carefully no one would notice.’ Looking at all the gear in the open bag started to make his cock twitch. There was something about skins which he found repulsive but at the same time so sexy, Seeing the shaved guys in tight bleachers with a large bulge nearly always gave him a hard on and now he was looking at a bag full of the stuff, he took out one of each item and holding them up realised that the size looked the same as his clothes.

‘Christ this is too good a chance to miss out. No one will notice and anyway I’ll just put the gear on for a couple of minutes at the most and then put it back.’

By the time Matt had stripped off his own clothes he was rock hard. He took out a jock strap and could hardly get it on with the 7” cock upright and straining. As he struggled to get into it making a huge tent he noticed a small drop of precum start to stain the fabric.

‘Fuck he thought now I will have to wash and dry it before tomorrow.’

The Fred Perry shirt fitted perfectly and was tight against his chest showing his erect nipples. His nipples always expanded when he was horny and they now really showed through the material. He pulled on the most faded bleachers, the stretch denim making it difficult to pull up. He then had to put his hand down the front and force his cock down one leg but still it sprang out making a thick long outline. Finally he slipped on the green bomber jacket and found it tight and short on him.

‘Christ I didn’t think it would feel this good but it looks a bit ridiculous as the guys all wear ranger boots.’ He remembered he had a long pair of black rubber boots. Not ideal but would be better than nothing. Having put his feet into them they came up to almost his knees. He quickly moved to stand in front of the mirror.

Shit it’s amazing Everything is so tight and if I forget I have my hair I could almost be a skinhead even in these boots. I don’t think I’ve ever felt to horny.’

He put his hand over his crotch and began to run his hand up and down the denim, feeling his cock pulsate.

For a moment he imagined himself a skinhead and started shouting at the mirror as he rubbed himself harder and harder. He felt a changed man.

‘I’m a fucking skin, do what I fucking say, I’ll fucking deck you and fuck the living daylights out of you. You want a fuck big skin dick up that arse of yours. Get down on your fucking knees and swallow this big cock of mine, its full of cum. Take a Skin cock all the way down your throat. I’m a fucking skin.’

As he shouted this staring at himself he realised he had come too far. His excitement had overtaken him, his hand rubbing furiously up and down his shaft, his breathing rising rapidly.

‘Shit I’m gonna cum it’s so fucking good, Christ I’m cumming in these bleachers I can’t stop myself. Oh god.’

And with that he shot load after load of spunk down his leg the spunk oozing through the denim and forming globs of cum outside. He could feel the rest running down inside past the top of the rubber boots.

He had never had such an orgasm but suddenly he realised he had cum in the guy’s bleachhers and jockstrap and he had to have it all back at the laundrette the next day.

Taking all the skin gear off he carefully washed the patch of thick cum on the bleachers as well as the jockstrap which was still oozing with all his white spunk. He knew it had to be dry by the next morning so during the night he got up twice to use his hairdryer to dry as much and as quickly as he could. By morning the jockstrap looked Ok, a bit damp but he would hide that under the others and the bleachers definitely had a long line which had not fully dried. Again he hid them in the bottom part of the bag and went back to the laundrette. He would have loved to have kept the clothes as dressing like a skin had so changed the way he felt. It made him feel so much more aggressive and he liked looking more as a real geezer rather all his patterned shirts.

Betty was in the laundrette when he arrived.

‘Oh I am so sorry I gave you the wrong clothes. The young man has your bag  and asked if you could take his round to his home. Here is the address.’

Matt baulked at the idea of delivering the damp gear but he thought they would do a quick exchange at the door and he would run off before the guy had time to look inside. Even in his panic there was something that had his cock expand at the prospect of seeing a skin close up.

Hardly had Matt rung the bell when the door was flung open.

The Skin was standing blocking the doorway in full gear. His lace up rangers with his bleachers tucked in and white socks turned over the top of the boots. He was wearing a Lonsdale T shirt and black braces. His arms were full of tattoos and a spider web tattoo across his neck. Matt could see the muscles under the T shirt but for Matt even without staring he could see the guy had a good bulge, the buttons on the jeans were pulling with the weight and size of cock. He was holding a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

‘So we got each other’s fucking clothes eh mate. Well you’d better come in and I’ll go and get yours. No way I would ever wear all those fucking clothes of yours. Give me my bag and I get yours.

Matt stood in the hall as the skin walked off and he noticed the jeans had a rear zip. His cock started again to get hard and he hoped the outline would not be obvious in his chinos but shit the skin was so sexy.

The guy appeared back in the hall holding a jockstrap, his face full of rage.

‘You’ve fucking well had this on. It’s still damp and ain’t like the others.’

Matt trembled. ‘No you are mistaken.’

‘Don’t fucking tell me that mate. I know all me jocks so tell me why the other two look clean and this is not. I can even smell the cum on the crotch. So what else have you been trying on.’

 Digging into the bag the skin brought out the bleachers and raised them up, smelling at the same time.

‘Fucking hell you have had the whole bloody lot on. My good skin gear you have been wearing and have a fucking great wank by the looks of things.’

‘No you are wrong.’

The Skin came up to Matt and pressed his face into Matt’s releasing a large gob of spit

‘Don’t fucking lie. You’ve got off on all the gear.’

And with that he thrust his hand up against Matt’s crotch feeling the hard outline.

‘And you’re fucking get off on it now you are facing a skinhead. Bet you shot all yer cum into my jock thinking you looked like a skin.’

Matt was terrified. He did not even dare to rub off the spit form his face as he felt it run over his lips.

‘Lick my spit you bastard and with that the skin took his hand opening Matt’s mouth and pushed the yellow gob into his mouth.

Before he knew what had happened the skin had his arm around Matts neck and with one quick kick to his ankles Matt fell to the ground. He was sprawled out on the floor with the skin standing above him staring down.

‘You ain’t a fucking skin yet you poof.’ and with that he took one of his ranger boots and pressed it over Matts head.

Matt could feel himself being pressed into the floor as if his head was about to be squashed and his cheek with a scar from the weight of the Ranger boot pressing down on him.

‘So tell me and you had better be true this time. Did you wear my gear?’

‘Yeeeeesss.’ Matt squealed.

‘That more like it you little cunt.’

The skin twisted his boot sole around Matt’s cheek and he could feel it marking and taking off skin but he felt helpless.

‘Now get the fuck up.’

Yanking matt up by the arm the skin threw matt into a chair and out of a drawer took some thick rope.

‘Hands behind yer fucking back.’

Matt so wanted to retaliate but something had him transfixed and he could only do as he was told.

His hands were tied behind him and he was then firmly fixed to the back of the chair.

‘I have something for you.’

In a few seconds the skin came back with a yellow stained jockstrap

‘So you like my jocks do you. Well this one ain’t been washed for a week. Got all me piss stains on it. Nice and yellow and reeks. And as I like a daily wank there’s a good few crusty cum blobs as well. Open your mouth, now. Nice and wide. You like jocks so get this right into your gob.’

The skin forced Matts open and shoved the jock in as far as he could causing Matt to gag.

‘Stop being such a pussy. Be a man and take this in and breathe properly. Smell my fucking piss.’

Once Matt had got over the shock every breath he took stank of old piss but the smell and seeing the skin standing there with his legs apart staring down at him , his heavy crotch jutting out was a turn on and he began to suck and swallow as much of the piss as he could. He was drinking the guy’s piss, taking him down his throat.

‘Christ you fucking love this, look at that cock of yours tenting. Fucking hard as a rock. You fucking love my piss.’

As he said this the skin was rubbing his crotch and Matt could see a hefty thick cock inching down his bleachers, his hand over forcing it bigger and bigger

‘Looks as if you need something bigger in that mouth of yours. I ain’t had a wank today and that mouth of yours sure looks ready for my spunk. He opened his flies and thrust his hand down the inside legs keeping his legs wide apart to make it easier to flip out his dick. Matt could see the guy was having problem taking it out due to its size. Suddenly it sprang out and was almost vertical a good thick cut 9”

‘You’ve got me fucking horny boy. Ain’t washed me cock for a couple of days so if you like the piss jock then you will love this .’

He moved into towards Matt with one hand keeping his cock down till it was level with Matt’s mouth.

‘Now open wide and let that saliva of yours work hard so you get it all the way down that throat of yours.’

‘I can’t take all that.’ Matt sobbed.

‘If you can take my jock shoved down your throat then you will manage this and looking at those eyes of yours, you want every inch of my prick.’

Matt let his tongue out to wipe the glistening head with his saliva. He could smell the man. It was high but it was such a turn on. He knew he wanted the cock down his throat and he wanted to taste all the spunk that as coming his way.

The skin had grabbed hold of Matts head

‘At least the hair allows me to grab you and bring you in. Not for fucking long.’

Matt did not understand all he knew was that he wanted the cock and wanted it deep. This time he knew how to breathe and as the skin pushed it in so Matt let it slide further and further down the back of his throat. He felt the foreskin stretch, he felt the cock throb and then at last he felt the guy’s balls against his lips. The taste of salt and precum was overwhelming. He wanted to devour the guy.

‘Now you got me in so it’s time to face fuck.’ and with his hands still firmly holding Matts hair he thrust his cock in and out at first slowly and then the rhythm changed to get faster and faster and as it got faster so the skin’s breathing increased and the throbbing in Matts mouth was stronger and stronger.

‘Fucking hell mate what a fucking mouth you have, a real cocksucker. Shit I’m about to come so get ready to swallow. Feel every drop of my spunk.’

‘Shit it’s coming, take it man.’ and with that the skin shot heavy bursts of cum all the way down, Matt trying to take it all but there was so much it was spewing out of his mouth and down his chin.

‘That’s the way a skin should suck. Fucking great mate.’

Forcing his cum stained cock back into his bleachers with still drops oozing through the denim, the skin went out and came back with various implements

‘So if you like wearing my gear then you have to look the part and that hair of yours has to go.’

‘You can’t do this, I’m about to go on holiday. I want to keep my hair.’

‘Forget all that and those fucking awful shirts of yours.’

The skin grabbed hold of Matt’s head and whispered into his ear.’ Don’t think of shaking that head of yours otherwise you will be cut to pieces. Better to keep still .’

Taking a barber razor the skin worked away and Matt could see his tresses fall to floor. He had no idea what he looked liked.

‘Not there yet mate. Rubbing shaving cream all over Matt’s head he then took a razor and worked quietly at times taking a swig from a bottle of beer. Matt could feel him close up against him and at times the cock rubbed against his body causing his own cock to stiffen up.

After half an hour the skin went off and came back with the clothes that he had worn the night before.

‘These are the ones you used eh.?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well now you can get them on and let me see you in my gear and when you are at it put these rangers on to finish it off. So let me untie you and get a move on.’

 ‘I’ll leave you to it or a few minutes but don’t be long I want to see what you had wanted to look like last night.’

Matt had to shake his arms with having had them behind him. He then took his hands over his head and his scalp was smooth. Not a hair remained. He remembered too well the clothes and stripping off quickly he put on the white socks, then the jockstrap and then well washed bleachers and he could see a small stain from his own cum the night before. Again he had to force his erect cock down inside. Next the T shirt and finally the bomber jacket. He searched for a mirror and opened a wardrobe door to look at himself. He moment he looked at his reflection something seemed to snap inside. This was no pretence. Staring back at him was a skin with a bloodied bruised cheek, a scalped head and the full gear showing a good sized erect cock bursting inside the bleachers. For a moment he seemed confused and then he knew life had changed. He said to himself

‘Fuck the holiday, fuck the poncy clothes, I’m a fucking  skinhead. This is my gear. I take no shit from anyone. I wanna be a skin, get me tattoos done, fuck and fuck all other skins. I look fucking great’

With that he took up the bottle of beer and downed the dregs.

The Skin walked back into the room

‘Fucking hell man, what a change. You’re looking fucking great. Just need to get you a pair of braces’ and he turned round to open a drawer. At that moment Matt made his move. He smashed the bottle of beer over the guys head with full force, the glass shattering everywhere.

The skin fell onto the floor, out cold.

‘Just because you’re a skin don’t fucking mess with me mate.’ Matt shouted. ‘You’ve had your way with me now it’s my turn.’

Matt dragged the slumped skin onto the sofa arse upwards

‘I saw that fucking rear zip of yours when I came in and wanted there and then to fuck the living daylights out of you. So you can feel my prick right up you when you wake.’

 Seeing the arse sticking up with the zip there for the taking made Matt feel so horny. He was ready and his cock was straining inside his bleachers. Taking the zip down, the bleachers were so tight they immediately split revealing a pair of well formed hairy arse cheeks.

‘Just what I fucking love, a hairy arse and I can feel it against my cock as I push in.’

Putting his hands inside the jeans he split the cheeks ready to enter and then he pulled his own cock out of the bleachers already with some precum at the tip,

Letting a good amount of spit onto his cock he rubbed it in gently.

‘You’re gonna wake up with a shock mate.’

Matt leant over the skin  and pushed his cock head between the hairy cheeks immediately finding the hole.

‘Nothing like fucking a skin when he is in full gear, so fucking sexy.’ He let his hand into the hairy crack and knowing hic cock had met its entry point gave a final push apart and then with an almighty shove rammed his cock in.

The skin suddenly wakened.

‘What the fuck.’

Matt taking his arm around the skins head grabbed his chin and lifted it as he let his cock slip higher and higher up the hole.

‘You’re gonna feel this all the way up to the hilt. You want me to look like a skin but that’s not enough for me. I know I look like a skin but I wanna be a skin and in your gear and now you have me all the way inside you.’

‘Fucking hell man do you need to ram me so quick. It fucking hurts.’

‘Just like your boot on my face mate.’

‘Tell you what I’ll stop for a minute to let you prepare but I want to see those hairy cheeks of yours respond and to push up and down while I put all my weight on you. All that sucking and having your jock in my mouth has made me so horny and you know yourself having felt my crotch.’

‘Christ that’s some cock there.’

‘Maybe not as big as yours but I know what to do with it. So come on, let me blast you. Start raising that arse of yours.’

The skin wanted him and starting slowly rising and falling so he could feel Matt’s cock almost split him.

‘Fucking great arse you have there, now I think it’s time for me to pump you. You just lie there.’

Matt started pushing in and out slowly so he could feel his cock sliding up the hole and as his throbbing increased so he pushed harder taking his cock almost out to the opening and then ramming all the way up so his balls hit against the hairy mass of the skin’s arse.

‘Go on fuck me mate let me have your spunk. I want it all.’

Pumping faster and faster and seeing the skin in all his gear with only his hairy arse showing was too much for Matt.

‘Shit mate I gonna spunk all the way up you.’

‘Give it to me.’

And with that Matt came inside his throbbing cock spurting wave after wave of creamy white cum. And then he collapsed on the skin.

As the two of them stood up to  face each other, the skin put his arm around Matt and deep tongued him Matt responding by taking hold of the skins head and almost swallowing the guy.

Matt said

‘I knew something strange happened last night when I tried on your gear. It was like you were inside me making me want to be like you. I wanted to keep your clothes but knew I had to hand them back and when you scalped me and made me dress again in your clothes that was it, I looked and felt like a skin and shit I so wanted you.’

‘I knew when I opened the door that you were here for a reason  and I knew that you had tried on my stuff and I knew the effect it would have on you. So what do we do with all those fucking patterned shirts?’

‘Put them down the rubbish chute. I don’t need them any longer.’

‘Just as well you have plenty of skin gear. Whatever gear I now put on I want it to be yours. I want you to give me all your old stinking stuff so I feel your body in me.’

‘Tell you what mate you know how to fuck but my cock wants to explode all the way up your arse.’

‘Then lets have a beer and ciggie  and get on with it.’

‘Will be a long day and night.’

[pkmnflux]

Pokémon Flux Development Update

Hi Tumblr! To kick off this previously unused blog I thought I'd share our latest development update with you all. There is nothing new released, but we've been hard at work on Episode 2!

LOCATION: QUELEA BRIDGE​

Perched atop a fast-flowing river, Quelea Bridge is known for its proximity to the oldest ruins in the region. A peculiar aura protects this town from Alter Pokémon attacks, making it one of the safest and most peaceful places in all of Altera!

​LOCATION: DRAKE VILLAGE​

The epicenter of history in Altera, Drake Village is inhabited by enthusiasts who wish to understand & preserve the legacy of the Draconians, the ancient civilization that vanished from Altera 500 years ago. Recently, it has been shrouded in a near-constant thunderstorm.

LOCATION: DRACOPOLIS​

The ruins north of Drake Village were once the seat of power for the ancient Draconian society. Ancient carvings and statues of dragons decorate these misty ruins, though Altera’s dragons vanished long ago, along with their masters…

NEW POKéMON REVEAL​

Introducing some of the inhabitants of Dracopolis ruins: GLUBBLE and GARBLGOYLE! [Rock / Water]

Said to have once been carved by the ancient Draconians, these stone sentinels now guard the ruins they left behind. They subsist entirely on rainwater, and if they dry up, they stop moving!

NEW EVOLUTIONS FOR FAMILIAR FRIENDS​

In Flux Episode 2, your familiar friends will be able to achieve their final forms! Introducing the fully-evolved forms of Humborb and Squrmy: TURBOLIBRI and WURMITERRA!

TURBOLIBRI, the Bomber Pokémon!​

[Flying/Normal]

This hyper-speed bird is known as one of the fastest flyers in the Pokémon world. It has been observed tucking HUMBORB beneath its wings to use as emergency fuel reserves! Evolves from NAVIBRI @ lv. 34

WURMITERRA, The Voracious Pokémon!​

[Bug/Ground]

No longer a timid worm, WURMITERRA uses the rotating drill bit around its neck to tunnel through earth and stone alike. The rich soil they leave behind makes high quality fertilizer! Evolves from DURTWURM @ lv. 32

NEW FEATURES​

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AND MORE...​

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[saturnbellfromhell]

WHAT I THINK OF YOUR VENUS SIGN part I.

So after taking a month long break unexpectedly, I'm back with something fresh and fun to get myself back on track. I've already had a post like this, but it got flagged for inappropriate language. So this time, I'm toning it down a little. This is my SUBJECTIVE view on the Venus signs, so don't take it personally. For the record I'm an earth Venus, so if you experience some similarities, comment down below so we can discuss! With that being said, shall we get started?

🟫ARIES VENUS

For some odd reason, Aries Venuses always pop up in my life. As a boyfriend or as a lover, the main thing I love about them is how forward they are with their emotions. They can be love bombers, so watch out. But in my experience, they just want to skip to the good part. No caution what so ever. In love they are so playful, gitty, humorous and down to earth. They are always very fiery and exciting in the bedroom. If you want to have a summer fling, get yourself an Aries Venus, you will never forget it. Not saying they are only for that, when being in a relationship with them, you really have to keep things fresh and new, otherwise they will get bored and move on fast.

🟫TAURUS VENUS

O my, now of course since I am an earth Venus, this one really gets me. They just smother the hell outta me every time I meet them. Very grounded and patient in love. You won't really see a Taurus Venus jump from relationship to relationship. They are so passionate, loving and caring it can sometimes be too good to be true. Until...the jealousy appears. Tauruses in my perspective are very calm, cuddly and cute, until they feel insecure. Than they can become absolute hell. Make sure to reasure your Taurus Venus partner and shower them with affection and romance. Their love language is a mix of cuddling, acts of service and words of affermation. I really can't pin just one. They also love giving and receiving gifts. Such divas, I know.

🟫GEMINI VENUS

This Venus placement is not for the weak. First of all you have to be a very talkative and amusing individual to even grab their attention. Secondly, if your going to try to change their views on romance, love, marriage...think again. Gemini Venus is the sign that lives for an adventurous partner. They love their freedom more than anything. They're also the one's to not be very stuck on their ex, in my experience. They just go on with their life. Not the lovey dovey, die for you placement, but a very different experience if you ask me! This can vary if their is a lot of water in the chart, of course.

🟫CANCER VENUS

Want to stay in bed and kiss/cuddle all day? Well than Cancer Venus people are for you! They are the queens and kings of doing things for other people. So yes, their love language is acts of service and also psychical touch! They love to be hugged and kissed and all the time. They can be quite clingy sometimes and not want to leave the house, since they feel the safest that way. They are very emotional, intuitive and can get easily hurt. When being hurt they back away and look at the bigger picture. They are also a sign that in my perspective only goes good with another Cancer Venus or Pisces/Scorpio Venus.

🟫LEO VENUS

I've written about Leo Venuses in the past in one of my observation posts, but I'll say it again. They are not my cup of tea, but I absolutely adore them. They are the one's who want their significant other to shine all the way. They put their partners on pedestals and shower them in gifts and affection. They are not the one's to shy away from PDA or any semi sexual talk/act with their loved one. They are always risky in the bedroom, but like it their way. Their love language is for sure words of affermation and physical touch!

🟫VIRGO VENUS

I've grown up with two Virgo Venuses my whole life. My mom and dad are both Virgo Venuses and what I've learned from them and others is that this sign takes the crown for acts of service when it comes to love language department. They aren't the one's to be super romantic and clingy, but they show their love in other ways. They can be a little critical of their partner, but it isn't in a mean way. What they want is their partner being/becoming more successful. They love to do something and show to their partner, it puts a smile on their face when they validated threw their actions.

× Keep in mind while the sign in which Venus is is very important, where they act is in the houses. So of course an Aries Venus in the 1st house is nothing like an Aries Venus in the 9th house! Yes they have some similarities, but are nothing alike.

Like for part 2 if you enjoyed this!

xoxo n.k

[mkmikunasu]

I increased the brightness of the scene where the Dark Force Bombers appear in Bomberman Wars intro out of curiosity and here are the results

Cyclone is sleepy

The Fire Bomber's arms...

Waganano Bagura

and now, LOOK AT THIS DAMMIT

[anachilles]

Hi! Love your writing 🥰

Requesting a BuckxBucky Drabble with the prompt for “SCAR” from the list you shared if you have the time! ❤️

[ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body

hi!!! thank you so much!!! 🫶✨

Half-dressed, Gale appears in the doorway between their bedroom and the en suite, his expression caught somewhere between sheepishness and wearied resignation.

He looked so endearing in the mornings, though, Bucky had always thought so. All rumpled blond hair, heavy eyelids still clinging on with a white-knuckled grip to sleep despite forcing himself awake, and rosy cheeks that could’ve rendered him almost childlike if not for the fair, freshly grown-in stubble accompanying the colour.

Bucky knew all too well he was lucky that he got to see this version of the impeccably well-groomed, notoriously composed Major. He did the world and everyone in it a favour sharing Gale with them, but this version was just for him and he held the image close to his chest for safe keeping, tucking it firmly into his inner breast pocket.

Now, irritation etched into the tense line of his mouth, Gale glances down at where his wrist up to his elbow is plastered up, hoisted up and held in position by a fabric sling. Bucky follows his gaze, swallowing hard past the concern that’s urged forth. Gale says nothing but the wordlessness is heavy, expectant.

“You need some help?” Bucky says quickly, half-imploring but trying not to sound too imploring or overbearing about it, helping him out and extrapolating from the silence. It’s been like this ever since it’d happened, Gale needing a bit of help but not wanting to admit it, and Bucky physically incapable of resisting the urge to help him anyway.

To think that this was a man who’d gone to war, flew bomber planes over Nazi-occupied Europe in broad daylight, been shot down and had to bail out of one of said planes and hurtle to earth before spending the next 18 months in a prison camp, escaping from all of that with barely a significant physical injury to show for it.

To then break his wrist tripping over a pair of shoes in their own goddamn house.

“Please?” He gives in, shirking Bucky’s attention, quickly turning back into the bathroom before Bucky can even get to his feet.

Anytime. Anything. Always.

Gale’s shaving kit’s already laid out on the counter when he follows him in. The man himself is futilely fiddling about with a can of shaving cream, which Bucky slips from his hand with an affectionate “get”, and then, “I’ve got you” when he prompts Gale down onto the edge of the bath tub with a probing hand on the shoulder.

He quickly sets to work, lathering up the cream before swiping it gently across the other man’s face. His hands shake sometimes, ever since the war, but today, for this, they remain gratefully steady with the delicate task at hand.

Even when it means driving a blade across the two twin shrapnel scars symmetrically etched into each of Gale’s cheeks. A permanent remnant of the war, a lifelong brand dealt by the Nazis that he’d be forced to wear every single day. One that he couldn’t run away from so long as he had mirrors he had to look in, or panes of glass to catch his reflection in anyway even if he tried to avoid the former.

One that Bucky will spend the rest of his life endeavouring to recontextualise, or at the very least disarm, through pure, unadulterated, unrelenting love. Frequent kisses, reverent thumb strokes when he held Gale’s beautiful fucking head in his hands, and affectionate bumps with the tip of his nose even if only to get the other man’s attention.

They all had their scars, everyone who went and sacrificed whole parts of themselves (and often, for so many, so much more) for a cause much bigger than themselves or anything they could’ve imagined. The rest of them could hide them, cover them up and at least be able to pretend for a while they weren’t there.

Gale had to bear his.

“Looks good to me…” Finishing up the shave, Bucky takes a towel and starts wiping away the remaining suds and wetness, the fabric pausing for a half a second over the jagged white line on the right side.

“Thank you,” He sounds less tense, but tired; like he needs the coffee he clearly hasn’t had yet. The words ghost across Bucky’s wrist, Gale’s breath featherlight on his skin, and he’s suddenly stricken with gratitude in the intimacy of the gesture; of the moment.

Bending down, he retakes Gale’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, replacing the towel with his lips and pressing them into the mottled flesh.

A sign that he’s still here.

That he made it out.

That he’s alive and has the scars to prove it.

[ultrone]

When you have time, could you do protective Lottie headcannons?

𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗘 ⌗ pre-crash

n/a. of course i can <33 hope u like these

At parties or any social events, she doesn't let you out of her sight for one second, she's always standing right next to you, either holding your hand or resting her arm around your waist.

She drinks, but always makes sure to stay sober or to just get a bit tipsy so that she can look out for you. She lets you have fun, but doesn't let you get completely wasted.

"This is like your fourth cup, baby. I think you're good for the night."

If you complain or pout about it, she'll get a bit serious and take the cup from you, "C'mon, Y/n. I’m not playing." She doesn't say it in an annoyed manner though, just overprotective.

She then drives you home and won't leave until she sees you entering your house safely and locking the door behind you.

If you're too drunk she stays with you though. She helps you put on your pjs and tucks you in bed, "go to sleep baby, I'll go get you some pills and water," she says before giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead.

She then gets under the covers and big spoons you, holding you tightly the entire night.

Picks you up for school every morning and rests her hand on your thigh while she's driving.

She then walks you to your first class, saying goodbye by giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.

She always either has an arm drapped around your shoulders or holds your hand when y'all walk through the school hallways.

She's constantly giving you her yellowjackets' bomber jacket, the one that says 'matthews' on the back with big bold letters.

"Why was Nat sending you notes during english class? What did they say? Let me see them."

If you ever get hungry at school, she gives you money so you can get something from the vending machine.

And if you give her your best puppy eyes, she’ll take you out to your favourite restaurant during lunchtime, even if you're a bit late to the next class.

She kisses your forehead and the top of your head constantly.

She becomes an absolute menace if anyone tries to hurt you. At first she'll just be mean and use her words, but she's capable of getting physical — she usually has good control over her emotions, but she takes it very seriously when someone tries to harm you in any way.

You're her #1 weakness. She loves you so much she'd do anything for you. Once, you lost your favourite plushy, one you had since you were a baby but wasn't for sale anymore. You were so upset, that Lottie literally called her dad and bugged him until he agreed to call the owner of the company and somehow managed to get you a brand new one that looked exactly the same as the old one 😭

She cares so much about your well-being, to the point of getting paranoid about it. She's always making sure you're being healthy — eating well, drinking enough water, taking any pills you need to take, and she will scold you if you don't.

And whenever you're sad or upset, she goes to the ends of the earth to make you feel better. If you wanna talk, she listens carefully and reassures you and/or gives you advise. But if you don't, she respects it and gives you space, checking on you frequently and doing little things to make you smile.

[latibvles]

WHEN DOES A WAR END?

A collection of stories surrounding an all-female bomber crew, primarily derived from @hboww2rewatch ’s weekly prompt list + individual prompt requests. a special thanks to @basilone for letting me take inspiration from their masterpost for their own stories: the earth is run by mothers.

[Read all the works in chronological order on Archive of Our Own]

And click the Read More to meet the crew.

THE MAIN PROMPTS

Friends ( March, 1943 )

Crews ( May, 1943 )

Kinship ( May, 1943 )

Recuperation ( June, 1943 )

Injured ( October, 1943 )

Reunion ( October, 1943 )

Typewriter ( October, 1943 )

Wedding ( August, 1946 )

Bonding ( February, 1943 )

Dress Uniform ( December, 1942 )

Vivian “Viv” Savorre | Pilot, 26, Detroit, MI

Responds primarily to Viv — magazines love her, as do most reporters. Has an easy smile and a certain allure that leads people to believe that she was maybe a socialite or some type of high society girl before she joined the Army. Gives very little of herself, somehow manages to make you feel like her best friend regardless. Can throw a mean punch when prompted.

Wilhelmina “Willie” Neumann | Co-Pilot, 25, Stroudsburg, PA

Never introduces herself as anything but Willie. The “mouse” living in the bomber, a woman of very few words. Has good eyes and is very diligent about writing letters home to mom. Only ever speaks when she has something to say, a bit cold if you don’t know her well enough.

Inez Eckley | Navigator, 21, Nashville, TN

Too humble to function. Refuses to admit that she is in fact near-sighted. Her brother’s a minor league baseball player (do not ask her about it) and her mom just had another kid. First in her family to get a college degree — does not brag about this.

Fern Carmine | Radio Operator, 21, Racine, WI

Silver-spoon baby, part-time swindler. Will occasionally save the 100th from Bucky’s impromptu performances with a song of her own — unless they duet, which is tolerable. Don’t play her in darts unless you plan to lose. Loves to dance and loves when she can get the girls dancing with her.

Lena Connolly | Flight Engineer, 23, The Bronx, NY

Accepting any and all stupid nicknames derived from the fact that she is very Irish. Prides herself on being a fixer and being damn good at it. Strongly opinionated. Pretty much down for anything. Good at getting people out of trouble before the fists start flying.

Josephine “Jo” Alden | Tail Gunner, 24, Boston, MA

Also responds to Josie, Josie-Posie, and whatever other rhymes can be surmised from that. The Mom Friend. Suffers from middle kid syndrome and lived to tell the tale. Carries around a library in her footlocker and will hold your hair back when you throw up (after a mission or after a night at the bar).

Harriet “Harrie” Morgan | Ball Turret Gunner, 22, Montgomery, AL

A quintessential ray of pure sunshine. Loves a good sweet treat and lacks a knack for picking up lot of social cues. Very loud, very optimistic, undeniably and admirably fearless. Will scrunch her nose if you call her Harriet.

Carrie Hughes | Waist Gunner, 18, Denver, CO

Baby of the group. Nervous energy personified. A little bit naive and maybe not the bravest of the bunch but she’s getting there. Likes feeling pretty and getting compliments from the people she looks up to. Still finding her own bite.

Lorraine Ivanova | Waist Gunner, 20, Brooklyn, NY

Likes winning and being number one. Does not indulge in the antics unless hard-pressed to do so. Gonna get shit done no matter the cost. Doesn’t talk about herself all that much, makes it hard to know her.

June Cielinski | Bombadier, 21, Chicago, IL

Angry more often than not. Throws a mean punch. Doesn’t look like she can in fact throw that mean punch. Has two older brothers and it shows. Mouthy, opinionated, and downright degrading when you get on her bad side. An overly protective girls’ girl first and foremost.