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captain john price x f!reader (raven) | smut, 18+ | 4.2k

summary: when a seemingly bulletproof mission goes awry, captain price makes the vital mistake of pursuing the target alone and contributes to the chaos that almost claims the life of one of his men. When he returns, he lacks the humility to accept your reprimand lying down.

cw: mwiii spoiler free. war and violence, mentions of wounded, ooc price maybe a little? angst, enemies to enemies that fuck, reader is pathetically attracted to price because same, literally a voice kink fic disguised as a deep throating fic, very light degradation, bratty behaviour from reader, heavy face fucking, hair pulling, praise, gagging, very little aftercare.

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It all goes tits up.

Shouts of distress arise across the coms in the CIA conference room, blaring through the headphones glued to the watchers’ heads. Ghost’s gruff voice calls out a casualty, leading General Shepard to launch out of his seat and crash his fist against the tabletop. Mugs of coffee tip over from the force of the impact, liquid bleeding into top secret documents- they aren’t his primary concern.

“Lieutenant, this is Gold Eagle. Is there an issue, Ghost?” Shepard’s voice snarls down the coms.

“Sir, it’s Soap- he’s been hit.”

Hanging your head between your shoulders, you barely register the orders that Shepard screams into the microphone of his headset, his spittle peppering the laptop screen where he oversees the mission descending into chaos. Your ears are ringing, your heart thumping wildly against your sternum. Further panic ensues, Gaz shouting a brief, hurried explanation of the mission breakdown. “… snipers in the mountain, sir. Had to dispatch them- I can’t see Captain Pri—”

“Bravo 2-6, this is Raven. Confirm Captain Price’s location,” you insist, swallowing the alarm that threatens to haemorrhage from your lips.

“Negative, Ma’am. Lost him while dispatching the snipers.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling your blood boil at The Captain’s recklessness. “Fuck!”

Your fingers blur over your keyboard, focusing your attention on John Price’s coms. Again, Shepard barks orders at Ghost, but you can’t hear him over your own heavy breathing and pressing tone as you address Price in a fury.

“Captain Price, this is Raven; confirm your location immediately!”

Silence at first. Coffee drips from the edge of the tabletop by your feet, pooling into the navy-blue carpet. It stains like blood, a dark smear. You can imagine it in Price’s camo uniform, spreading thick and fast from a bullet wound- a direct hit to the chest.

“We’re gonna lose Hassan.”

“Captain Price,” you yell down the microphone, simultaneously relieved to hear his voice and enraged at his increasingly frequent decision to go AWOL, “We will most definitely lose Hassan if I must bury every member of 141! Return to Team Bravo immediately!”

You’re almost certain you can hear Price’s teeth grind together, the enamel straining under the weight of his fury and threatening to crack down to the root. “Are you tellin’ me we let him go?”

“Captain Price, I am telling you that we were given faulty intel. I am telling you that we are sustaining heavy losses and that Sergeant MacTavish is critically wounded, and I am calling for EVAC!” Your knuckles are bleached where your fists hover over the keyboard, nails digging into your palms so hard you’re sure the indents they leave burrow straight to the bone as you await confirmation of Price’s retreat. “Task Force 141 is a priceless tool against Al-Qatala. I cannot afford to lose every member for the sake of a man we will ultimately have to chance to apprehend again!”

Your eyes float to General Shepard. He’s furious, his irises swallowed by the hollow blackness of his pupils as he jerks his head in confirmation of permission to evacuate 141. It shouldn’t have come to this.

“Do you copy, Captain Price?” You yell down the microphone, finally losing your cool with the maddening Englishman that continued to defy your authority.

“… Yes, ma’am.”

**

The ticking minutes-hand of the analogue clock that hangs above your desk sweeps away half of the day before you have confirmation of 141’s safe return to American soil. A further two hours of urgent, life-saving surgery have you chewing your nails to the quick. By the time word reaches you of Soap’s stable condition, your nailbeds are bloody and raw.

“Intel confirms a convergence of Las Almas fighters on the Mexican-Guatemalan border. We believe they intend to smuggle Hassan out of Mexico and into Venezuela, where they would almost certainly grant him sanctuary. Air surveillance suggests that armed guards patrol the border twenty-four seven, concentrated significantly around a central point where we suggest they will attempt to help Hassan over it. Ghost and Soap will lead a special operations unit to kill all Las Almas fighters on sight. Captain Price and Gaz will handle Hassan and the fighters guarding him with the help of the Mexican Special Forces. Captain Price, you have execute authority, but we want Hassan alive for interrogation.”

Enraged by the complete breakdown of the mission, your mind replays your mission briefing repeatedly, scanning the tiniest of details in vain hope of understanding how such a concise and faultless plan had almost killed a vital member of your task force. You couldn’t have made it more transparent, having covered every possible eventuality. Even the risk of faulty intel had been accounted for, enough backup issued should teams Alpha and Bravo find themselves outnumbered, yet…

“Captain Price and Gaz will handle Hassan and the fighters guarding him.”

High-ranking officials sidestep you as you turn the corner to your offices, just barely escaping your warpath as you zero in on your target. The heels of your polished shoes crack against the lino flooring of the hallway like gunfire, the sound ricocheting off the walls and alerting those in your way to your fury.

Perhaps it would explain the wide-eyed shock already present in both Shepard and Captain Price aimed at the door of the General’s office when you throw it open with rage.

“John!”

“I fucked up--“he attempts to assure you of his guilty conscience, gesturing vaguely to his commanding officer, who no doubt had already laid into him over his poor decision-making. It does little to dispel the bubbling temper that churned in your stomach and coated your tongue with a sour taste.

“You’re damn right, you fucked up,” you scoff loudly, watching Price cross his thick, bulky arms across his chest as he surrenders to your verbal onslaught. “Your decision to ignore my plan and, arguably, go AWOL nearly cost Johnny his life! I’d issued a faultless mission briefing and paired you with Gaz against Hassan! With Gaz!”

General Shepard watched you chew up Price from his seat at his desk, lacing his fingers across the surface littered with pictures that looked as though they’d been ripped from the bodycam and air surveillance footage of the failed mission. Photographic evidence of Price’s incompetency—or rather, his blind faith in himself that he could singlehandedly take on a small army of Las Almas fighters and legendary terrorist fighter Major Hassan Zyani.

A bitter spark flashes across Captain Price’s cerulean eyes, his inflammatory retaliation worming its way between his gritted teeth and rumbling in his chest.

“It’s easy for you to criticise my split-second decisions when you sit behind a desk every mission, barkin’ orders with coffee in your hand.”

It’s a miracle that you restrain yourself, momentarily considering issuing a reminder of your military prowess in the form of hand-to-hand combat. If it weren’t for the haggard strain of John’s voice from his bellowed EVAC orders in a desperate attempt to save Soap’s life, you’d have connected your balled-up fists to his face. Instead, you spit in retaliation.

“Need I remind you that before I used to call the shots, I used to shoot people?”

Price lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head at your comment and opening his mouth to argue. You don’t let him, smothering the threat of his stupid rebuttal of ‘with what, a water pistol?’.

“Your decision to pursue Hassan nearly killed Johnny,” you repeat the undeniable fact, punctuating it with a violent jab of your finger towards him, “Do you realise how close I was to calling into Scotland? How close I was to organising the coffin to bring him home in? How dare you undermine me- disrespect the resume that put me in that seat and the people I killed to get there, Captain.”

If it weren’t for you, Price’d be standing in the pews of a church in Glasgow, draped in black and drenched in red.

Clearing his throat suddenly from his seat, General Shepard just barely splits the brutal tension bludgeoning your skull in the form of a migraine that only seemed to arise in the presence of Captain John Price. It thumps against your temple when Shepard makes a show of standing from his seat and pointing to the door.

“I can leave you both here to sort out your differences. The last thing you will both do is undermine my authority by screaming like petulant children in the corridor in front of my colleagues. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” you both manage to address him, eyes still pinned to each other like a missile’s locking system. Shepard grunts, and you note the twitch of a muscle in Price’s lower eyelid, his anger threatening to claw its way out of his face before he erupted with it.

The door to Shepard’s office swings open, heavy footsteps passing the threshold. In a sick, comedic chain of events, he doesn’t bother to pull it closed again. Instead, it creaks as the hinge closes achingly slowly.

You feel sick when you stare at Price. Not because you fear the words he could aim towards you in a critical hit—instead, you felt nausea at the concept of hearing the gravelly tone of his voice alone, the stabling force of your commanding officer absent.

It’s a dirty little secret that you’d never allowed yourself to speak. Even four Proseccos deep into a rare Christmas gathering of 141, you’d swallowed the word bile down that threatened to use your inebriation to rid yourself of the guilt. Price had admonished your choice of alcohol that night, commenting on how you could have chosen something better- like whiskey. The rumble of his voice in his sarcastic assessment had pooled in your stomach like the liquid amber he had suggested.

How could you possibly admit that the tone of his voice, so gritty and deep, swelled in your clit when you went to bed at night. That you replayed the ridiculous, pathetic one-liners he’d utter over the coms to you. The one time you’d issued a warning of an incoming threat, and Price had offered thanks in the only form he knew to give you: “Tha’s a girl”. You’d made a late-night Amazon order for new bedsheets and a mattress protector that same evening.

Click.

The door shuts, and the sound makes you jump as though John had slammed his fist on a big, red nuclear button.

“Are you done?”

The swallow that drags down your throat at the husked whisper he’d started with is far more audible in the now silent room. The spiteful gaze you had levelled at Price melts away, transfixing on him instead with something akin to dumb-struck, doe-eyed idiocy.

“P-Pardon?” You stumble over the two-syllable word that had confidently come to mind. Working in a building that relied so much on manners, there was absolutely no excuse for butchering a word you used upwards of fifty times a day.

Price’s eyebrow arches pointedly at you, the flickering ember in his irises that had previously resembled an inextinguishable fury instead glows with an amused curiosity at your very sudden surrender.

“Are you done making me look like a rookie in front of General Shepard?” He clarifies, stalking forward. He crosses the space between you both with long, cocky strides that make your heart pump double time when he finally settles in front of you. “Are. You. Done?”

“Hah-!” You laugh. You mean for it to mock his ridiculous notion, but instead, it’s all choked, nervous and airy because that damn voice knocks the oxygen from your lungs like he’d rendered a sucker punch to your gut. Price’s eyes pin you to your spot on the floor, root your feet to the coffee-stained carpet.

It’s utterly infuriating how he tilts his head in a smug observation of your panicked expression. You can see the exact moment he notes the tremble of your inhaled breath and the heat of your arousal rolling off your body. Fuck-

“John-“

There it is. Comprehension. The glistening sweat at your temple, the wide-eyed nervousness in your expression, and the breathy whisper of his name all surged forward and lit the bulb of realisation in his mind. You can practically see the golden glow of it in his pupils, a switch tck’ing when he murmurs an ‘oh’.

His lips split into a toothy, wily grin, “Oh, look at you, Station Chief.”

You bristle with panic with the way he makes a point to emphasise your rank, your lips parting in shock when he reaches up to grasp your chin in his hand.

“Who are you to question my decisions? You don’t even know if you want my cock in your mouth or your cunt.”

The sheer filth he utters makes your head reel as though he’d fed you some of his mind-numbing whiskey. You’re confident you’re gawping at him when he smirks at your reaction, his calloused thumbpad brushing across the bridge of your jaw. It reminds you of the way he caresses the trigger of a sniper rifle before he fires it and how you’d spent so many nights imagining that touch when you circled your clit-

“How ’bout we start with your mouth?” He urges you with a smokiness that rivals the puffs of his cigar. You loathed him for his smoking habits when the acrid scent clung to your hair but worshipped him for it when you buried your nose into your pillows when you came with a silent cry of his name.

You see his smirk widen suddenly, and it takes you far too long to realise that you’d let out a devastating whine at his lurid suggestion. John’s fingers and thumb settle on the pillowy flesh of your cheeks on either side of your mouth, pushing against them until your lips are pursed. It’s undignified, far beneath your station, but then-

“Gunna wanna open that mouth nice an’ wide for me, Dove.”

You sink to the floor of your commanding officer’s office floor before your rational mind even has a chance to talk you out of the offence- or acknowledge the choice of pet name that cheekily undermined your call sign. Your perfectly tailored office trousers crease beneath the weight of your knees… But suffering through cleaning and ironing them again was worth the rumble of a groan that fell from John’s lips as he watched you kneel for him.

“Fuck,” Price hums in appreciation, those gorgeous sky-blue irises swallowed by the midnight black of his pupils once more, “Spend all your time issuin’ orders, but you just needed someone else to take control, didn’ you, Love?”

For a moment, you hesitate. It’s improper, the way your knees ache with the hard floor beneath them. A tiny, quiet voice urges you to stand and rush out of the room before you damage your reputation any further, but the clink of John’s standard-issue belt buckle has your jaw falling slack before the idea can truly take root.

“Look at you,” he stresses again as he pulls the length of the belt from its loops with a slow thwppp sound, “So greedy for my cock. Anyone would think you’d been desperate for it all this time.”

John drags down his zipper, watching you look at him through your lashes. You don’t dismiss his hypothesis, instead choosing to stick your tongue out for him in an obscene act of fervour. The haggard groan that lurches from John’s lungs settles deep inside your cunt.

“You filthy girl,” he gasps, hurrying his hand into his trousers. He doesn’t even strip the pants from his hips, instead fishing his cock from his boxers and settling his balls against their waistband. “You have, haven’t you? How often did you touch yourself beneath the table while I spoke to you over the comms? Hmm?”

You’re so far gone now, so drunk on the idea of the agitating, ridiculous, utterly infuriating Captain finally fucking you that you might have answered that question-- if you’d heard it. Instead, his voice, which previously captured every fibre of your attention, drowned into the background of the thumping pulse in your ears. His cock sits just in front of your face, and it’s like you can’t breathe.

Ruddy and red at the tip, his cock already drools precum down the curve of its shaft. Veins throb beneath the thin, velvety skin, their ridges glistening beneath the wet tracks that his leaking seed leaves. It settles at the base, where his heavy balls rest against his boxer’s elastic waistband.

His question dies in the thick tension in the air, and you lean forward on your knees to press your drooling tongue right at the base of John’s cock where his precum pools. Your unexpected starting position causes John to spit out a curse, his fingers flying out to grip the strands of hair at the crown of your skull. “S-Shit-“

Saltiness coats your tongue where you lap up his cum, flattening your tongue against the underside of his shaft to trace his pronounced frenulum. Dragging your tastebuds upwards, you collect the tracks the droplets had left behind until the tip of your tongue rests on the underside of his fat cockhead. It’s disgusting, the relieved whine that escapes your open throat, but the vibration tips Captain John Price over the edge.

“Fuck! Eyes on me, Dove. Wanna see your eyes- that’s it.” John’s face contorts, brows creasing, and the edges of his lips turned down beneath the coarse hair of his beard as you look up at him, kissing the head of his velvety dick and slipping it into your mouth.

“Take orders so well. So obedient,” he purrs, the rumbling sound edging into a moan when you ease more of him into your mouth. He’s trying to play off the power dynamic, you note. Getting off on the fact that you’re his superior, but that he held the authority like this. A playful resentment teases the edge of your mind, urging you to remind him of his place.

You drag the edges of your teeth over his shaft. Not hard enough to hurt- just enough for a singing hiss to echo in the quiet room when you pull back from his cock.

It’s a mistake.

John grasps your hair at the back of your head, winding the strands around your fingers and suddenly rocks his hips forward. The length of his cock slides deep down your throat, and you splutter as your nose crushes into his pubic bone. “Couldn’t fuckin’ help yourself, could you?”

His gravelly reprimand swirls a ghost-like touch around your clit, and you gag around the length that intrudes against your throat walls. Price tuts softly, feeling your nails dig into his flesh beneath the camo canvas still covering his muscular thighs. It’s only when tears cling to your lashes that he draws your head back with a pull of your hair.

Gasping down a heavy breath, you splutter when John groans loudly. His cock twitches, drooling more precum as you gasp for breath, and he drags his eyes across your face. “Good fuckin’ girl. Takin’ me like that- didn’t it feel good?”

God, you’re nodding pathetically, tongue already lolling from your lips in a silent plea for more. The heaviness of his cock against your tongue and the vibrations of his lurid tone are enough for you to cum on their own, and you want more of them. John groans, a chuckle settling somewhere between the sound as he grasps the nape of your neck.

“Jus’ like that, you dirty girl,” he urges you, his free hand tapping at his balls in a wordless order. This time, you obey, tonguing over his finger before taking one of his balls into your mouth. You can hear the shaky exhale that rattles in his lungs when you suck.

“So fuckin’ good for me. I’ll fuck you against that desk one day, you hear?” You see him point in the corner of your vision, his index finger aiming at General Shepard’s desk. Realisation slams into you and rocks your clit with arousal- Shepard could walk in at any second and see his right-hand man stuffing Captain Price’s cock down her throat in the ultimate show of disrespect. John doesn’t seem worried about it. In fact, it’s as though he gets off on the idea, his eyes darting to the door as he details his plans for you.

“Think you’d look real nice on it. Far better than ‘is tacky nameplate. We’d make a mess together, get our cum all over it so he can smell jus’ how wrecked I left you-“

Moaning around the length of his cock, your clit throbbing desperately with his words, the vibrations cause John’s hips to lurch forward again. The head of his dick prods the back of your throat, but John’s tight grip doesn’t allow you to pull back. He’s buried to the hilt, twitching against your palate.

“Fuckin’ droolin’ for it, Love. It’s dripping down your chin—Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” He’s slurring his words as he watches you bob your head up and down on his length, swallowing around him and just barely holding back your gag reflex. It’s quick, messy, and loud, the wet sounds ricocheting off the office’s walls.

“D’you think he’s got cameras in here?” John muses, his voice thick with his incoming orgasm. The sound of it, the arousal coating his tongue has you whining desperately, “Why don’t you touch yourself, hmm? Give ’im a show.”

You sob around his girth like he’d just offered you a miracle. Fumbling, you don’t even bother wasting time trying to shove your hand down your trousers. Your fingers find the vague outline of your cunt through the crotch, roughly circling your clit through the layers of material.

It’s all you need. Your eyes roll back into your skull at just how close you are to cumming, your thighs trembling beneath your weight. You soaked through your panties and into the crotch of your trousers.

“Fuckin’ slutty girl,” John gasps, and you feel his cock jump at the sight of you already teetering on the edge, “’s my voice getting’ you off? Fuck, you’re fuckin’ perfect-“

Stop. Stop; you need him to stop. Your orgasm is ebbing at the edges of your abdomen, threatening to swallow you whole and drawing up tight, but John won’t shut the fuck up.

“C’mon, Love. Deeper. Deeper, that’s it. I’ll fuckin’ lick your pretty pussy if yo-“

His promises drown out with the surge of bliss that roars in your ears. Price times it perfectly, rocking his cock further down your throat so that you gag around his length. The lack of oxygen causes your nerve endings to sing when it cracks down your spine, bursting through your abdomen and spidering across your limbs like white-hot plasma.

Everything is loose with ecstasy, and it allows Price to issue one, two, three more brutal thrusts of his hips before he’s choking out a haggard warning that he’s going to cum.

“F-Fuck-“He chokes out, holding the nape of your neck before burying himself as deep as he possibly can without choking you, hot ropes of cum spurting down your throat. Even in your post-orgasm haze, mind numb, you swallow him down greedily. Big, heavy gulps, even licking your lips when he removes his dick from your throat to milk out the last drops of his cum onto them.

“Tha’s my girl, good, don’t let a drop go to waste.”

Price’s hand pushes back the mess of your hair from your face, careful to remove the strands that had clung to your tear-soaked eyelashes. You hold your breath, heart stilling its rapid beat as he brushes his thumb across your cheekbone to swipe up the tear tracks that had leaked from your eyes during his assault on your throat. It’s a single moment of tenderness, barely there, before he withdraws his touch to stuff himself back into his pants.

“Can you stand?” Price asks, his voice even hoarser than when you’d first walked into the room, like the moans you’d elicited from him were like sandpaper in his already raw throat. He holds out a palm- but you’re not cock-dumb enough to believe it’s a makeshift olive branch.

“Yes,” you whisper, matching his brutalised tone with your own as you bat away the helping hand he offers you. Price can’t help but scoff at your dismissal. Turns out even a dick down your throat wasn’t enough to change your uptight attitude. He watches you stand on shaky feet, trying to smooth out your creased knees before Shepard could wonder how exactly you’d made such a mess of yourself.

Besides your heaving breaths, still desperately pulling oxygen in your lungs to soothe the burn, the room is silent. Price finishes righting himself, smoothing his fingers through his cropped hair.

“Don’t forget what I said,” he murmurs, eyes sliding over to the desk. His promise to fuck you on it only barely re-enters your mind following a pointed look. Satiated somewhat by the blistering orgasm that had ripped through you, your rage struggles to roar to life like it had when you’d entered this room. Now it smelt like sex, and your anger only simmers in the base of your stomach.

“That is not happening again,” you promise him firmly.

“Mhmm,” he hums, following Shepard’s footsteps towards the door, “We’ll see about that, Dove.” 

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Gelas ialah benda yg kita acap temui setiap hari baik di rumah ataupun pada wahana – wahana lain yg membutuhkan gelas. Gelas ini juga memilki arti yakni sebuah wadah sebagai minum, umumnya gelas berwarna transparan tapi lanjut juga gelas yg diproses denga aneka macam warna. Gelas tersusun sekitar bahan yang lumayan kuat, acap materi berikut ini tak mampu bereaksi dengan bahan kimiawi yg lain serta bukan akan aktif dengan biological yang terbentu dengan permukaan yang muat halus serta kedap cairan, dari pernyataan yang sudah disebutkan gelas sangat pas dan lanjut digunakan di berbagai bidang kehidupan. Halaman berikut ini berisi ulasan tentang cetak cangkir enamel yang penuh dibutuhkan orang jadi banyak pula yg membutuhkan pengetahuan sekitar ulasan yang sudah disebutkan, mengapa begitu. Karena dari pembahasan, seseorang bisa mengisi keperluan risetnya, sebagai pangkal wawasan mandat makalah pada sekolah, serta yg paling penting seorang insan akan mempunyai referensi baru dan pengetahuan yang luas. Haluan diadakannya tulisan berikut ini agar manusia yang sedang menggali wacana bisa mengaksesnya dengan kilat. Teknologi di zaman globalisasi tempo ini telah amat maju dan rumit, tiap-tiap orang bisa menemukan informasi dari berbagai hulu. Tiada pandang di desa maupun di kota asal ada jaringan internet dan alat yang menyokong, orang mana aja bisa menemukan dan membaca pengetahuan ini. Jadi, kapan saja, dimanasaja, kau dapat mengakses website berikut ini. Apabila kau memiliki pendapat / pandangan lain, monggo tulis opini di kolom yang telah tersedia / dapat men-japri kita ke nomor yang sudah tertera di sini

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Souvenir gelas pernikahan begitu cocok bagi acara nikah yg membuatnya satu buah oleh-oleh perkawinan. Kecuali yg diundang pada acara kawin ialah para tamu dan kerabat dan sahabat dekat. Di gelas yang sudah disebutkan anda dapat menambahkan foto serta juga sebagian kata-kata kenangan yang guna satu buah acara nikah. Entah itu kata-kata mutiara, maupun kata-kata yg lain seperti ucapan terima kasih atas kedatangan. Umumnya gelas harganya akan berbeda-beda. Gelas yg berwarna hitam dan putih juga memiliki perbedaan harga. Gelas berikut ini nantinya akan mampu difungsikan oleh manusia yang menerimanya untuk minum kopi / minuman yg lain.

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Jual Mug Jadul Ô896-6848-722Ô[wa]

Seiring majunya orde, kebutuhan akan tulisan-tulisan menuju aspek keperluan atau eksistensi semakin gesit. Keliru satunya adalah barang jual mug jadul. Kita tahu bahwa barang-barang sekarang ini makin banyak dan bervariasi. Oleh karena itu, ulasan waktu berikut ini akan mengangkat tema mengenai jual mug jadul penyebab kenapa ulasan berikut ini dibutuhkan karna berikut ini merupakan salahsatu unsur utama bagi sebagian kelompok. Sehingga informasi tentang aneka ragam barang dan faedahnya didoakan mampu mengampu menyumang lanjut manusia yang tengah mencari wawasan / referensi anyar terhubung perihal tersebut. Mampu serta menolong para pelajar perguruan tinggi / pelajar yg tengah mencari materi untuk riset, mandat perguruan atau sekedar mencari hiburan guna yang senang membaca. Nah guna yg lain juga agar pemirsa pula gesit mempunyai wawasan yg diburu. Karena di orde ilmu pengetahuan tempo ini amat simpel menemukan pengetahuan tentang yg mana sekedar sampai terhadap pelosok kampung sekalipun, asalkan dapat terhubung dengan network internet serta mempunyai alat sebagai menemukan internet. Dengan demikian para pembaca dapat menghadiri situs berikut ini kapanpun dan dimanapun dikau mau. Pengamat juga dapat memajukan atau berkontribusi lagi lanjut pabila mendapatkan pandangan, komentar, / pandangan gila ataupun opini lain mengenai artikel yang kami ketik. Pemirsa bisa membuat sampai / menuliskan pandangan, sanggahan, komentar pandangan dan seragamnya pada tabel yg sudah tersedia. Dapat serta men-japri kami melalui nomor yang sudah tertera di website ini, yang bisa kami muat dan kita majukan dalam penyajian ulasan berikutnya supaya pula bervariasi serta cocok dg kesenangan pemirsa. Menyediakan souvenir yang berfaedah ialah salah tunggal ungkapan terimakasih kau kepada para tamu. Memang terkadang tamu tiada begitu menghiraukan sovenir yg kau berikan, harapannya namun menyerahkan souvenir yg cantik dan mendapatkan daya untuk lagi akan menyediakan kesan tersendiri bagi para tamu misalnya souvenir gelas. Seperti kerajinan yang perlu dipilih dg cermat, menentukan undangan nikah juga demikian. Tampilkan kreativitas anda dg memberikan kesan unik pada design serta warna undangan perkawinan anda. Misalnya kamu menginput undangan nikah kamu di sebuah kipas, hal tersebut harapannya memberi kesan tersendiri serta waktu kipas itu digunakan oleh karenanya orang yang sudah disebutkan akan terkenang acara spesial anda tersebut. Jangan hingga undangan dan souvenir acara kau, baik nikah ataupun ulang tahun hanya akan bertahan sebentar serta berakhir pada lokasi sampah.

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Apabila anda melihat gelas yang sudah disebutkan di tokonya langsung / kamu juga bisa melihat gelas di warung www, disana dikau harapannya mengamati dftar harga gelas yang bervariatif, karna tiap-tiap gelas ini mempunyai banderolan harganya tersendiri. Tiap-tiap tipe gelas berikut ini memiliki banderolan harga dimulai sekitar yang paling hemat sampai yang ter mahal pun, serta guna anda yg ingin menambahkan beberapa gambar / ulasan pada gelas tersebut, maka kamu kudu menambah harga bagi membeli gelas tersebut. Berikut ini adalah artikel mengenai custom enamel mug design. Penuh alasan kenapa insan mendambakan artikel berikut ini, semacam bagi penelitian, mandat sekolah / memberikan tambahan wawasan. Ulasan ini dibuat supaya orang - insan yang membutuhkan informasi semacam ini, dapat mengakses dg cepat dan mudah. Dizaman perkembangan ilmu pengetahuan, kamu bisa menemukan informasi ini, sembarang waktu serta dimanasaja. Asalkan terkait dengan network. Jadi kau bisa mengunjungi situs berikut ini kapanpun kamu mau. Anda serta bisa menyediakan pandangan di kolom opini atau dapat menghubungi kami via nomor yang udah terlampir.

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Terdapat lanjut perihal yg dapat anda lakukan untuk menajdikan pernikahan dikau lagi mempunyai kesan special. Keliru tunggal yg dapat dikau lakukan guna membuat kesan spesial pada perkawinan kau adalah dg menentukan kerajinan pernikahan yg unik. Kenapa kudu sovenir perkawinan. Beberapa sekitar kamu mungkin akan menganggap remeh, tapi, bagi sebagian pasangan souvenir nikah acap menyimbolkan sesuatu dalam perjalanan asamara dia-dia. Souvenir gelas nikah mampu disortir guna salah satru opini terbaik pada kerajinan pernikahan kamu. Meskipun gelas terkesan sepele, lanjut manusia yang mengasosiasikan gelas bagi tertentu yang special dala hidup dia-dia. Penyebab beda, gelas disortir banyak insan karna kesederhanaan bentuknya.

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Gelas Enamel Putih Ô896–6848–722Ô[wa]

Berikut ini ialah artikel tentang gelas enamel putih. Melimpah penyebab mengapa insan memerlukan artikel berikut ini, semacam sebagai riset, tugas perguruan atau memberikan tambahan informasi. Tulisan berikut ini dibuat supaya insan - orang yang memerlukan wawasan semacam ini, dapat mengakses dengan ringkas dan praktis. Diera perkembangan ilmu pengetahuan, anda bisa mengakses pengetahuan ini, kapanpun serta dimanapun. Janji terkait dg jaringan. Jadi dikau dapat melancong web berikut ini sembarang waktu kau mau. Kamu serta bisa menyediakan pandangan di kolom opini / bisa men-japri kami lewat nomor yang telah terlampir. Kecuali jual gelas, jogjagelas juga adalah wahana grosiran mangkuk bola separuh yg berevolusi favorit souvenir kawin kekinian. Mangkuk separuh bola ialah kerajinan berbentuk mangkuk yg pabila berada di 2 pcs mangkuk ini dapat disatukan tumbuh fasad menyerupai bola. Pada situs berikut ini kamu dapat menemukan contoh sovenir mangkuk separuh bola bagi melihat secara pula detail.

enamel mug for camping

Souvenir gelas hari ini banyak digunakan bagi kerajinan satu buah acara. Souvenir memang telah biasa digunakan untuk ucapan terimakasih serta juga cindera mata sehingga acara yang sudah disebutkan harapannya dikenang selalu. Umumnya kerajinan disortir yang bentuknya kecil dan mudah bagi dibawa / diletakkan. Pada jaman dulu, oleh-oleh acap cuma digunakan guna hiasan pada meja / dinding. Tapi beriringan kemajuan zaman, sekarang ini kerajinan banyak disortir yang bisa difungsikan bagi yg mendapatkannya. Artinya oleh-oleh yang sudah disebutkan memiliki nilai fungsi misalnya souvenir payung, gelas, piring serta kerajinan yg lain. Gelas serta membentang opsi yg begitu tepat apabila anda memerlukan bagi memberi cindera mata guna tamu yg hadir di acara anda. Seyogyanya gelas berikut ini digunakan bagi oleh-oleh di acara apakah. Berikut ini terdapat sebagian pilihan acara yg cocok untuk diberi oleh-oleh gelas. Terkait kapan netizen memerlukan artikel enamel mug decals pastinya sangat beraneka. Sebab sebagian kalangan memerlukannya tergesa-gesa, akan tetapi ada juga yang tak begitu tergesa2. Apapun sebabnya, di sini kamu bisa menelisik informasi tersebut dengan bebas. Kau tak usah mengeluarkan biaya, selain jaringan online serta pln. Apalagi selain artikel enamel mug decals, kakak juga dapat menelisik beragam koleksi informasi berbeda yg terkait. Tak berlebihan jika sebagian orang lama menjelajah situs ini. Jika berhasrat chat dengan penulis, segera saja kontak di nomor yang telah dipajang.

souvenir gelas enamel murah surabaya

Ada banyak hal yg dapat kamu lakukan guna menajdikan perkawinan kau pula memiliki kesan special. Keliru satu yg dapat kau lakukan guna bikin kesan spesial di kawin anda ialah dengan memilih sovenir kawin yang unik. Kenapa musti sovenir pernikahan. Beberapa tentang kau mungkin harapannya menganggap remeh, tetapi, bagi sebagian pasangan oleh-oleh perkawinan acap menyimbolkan sesuatu dalam perjalanan asamara dia-dia. Sovenir gelas perkawinan bisa dipilih guna salah satru komentar terbaik dalam souvenir pernikahan anda. Walau gelas terkesan sepele, lanjut manusia yang mengasosiasikan gelas guna suatu yg special dala hidup mereka. Penyebab beda, gelas disortir lanjut orang sebab kesederhanaan bentuknya.

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Enamel Mug Blue Ö896.6848.722Ö[wa]

Barangkali berikut ini merupakan tulisan mengenai enamel mug blue yang tengah kamu butuhkan. Waktu ini zaman teknologi makin maju, jarak tak pula problem untuk seseorang tetap dapat berkomunikasi dg orang lain pada berbagai lokasi bahkan pada bagian dunia. Kerumitan teknologi ini juga mempermudah kami guna menemukan aneka informasi apasaja serta dimanasaja kami terletak. Hanya dg menggunakan jaringan, kami bisa mengakses artikel yg kami buru. Di website tersebut orang yang memakai guna penelitian, tugas perguruan ataupun sebatas mendapat pengetahuan baru dapat mengakses lebih-lebih memberikan masukan lebih lanjut dg meninggalkan komentar dibagian yg udah disediakan atau men-japri via kontak yg sudah tersedia. Begini barangkali kau bertanya-tanya, kok di jogjagelas terdapat mangkuk bola separuh, gelas doff, gelas souvenir dan lain-lain. Sesungguhnya apa yg dimaksud saja sih yang dijual oleh jogjagelas. Jogjagelas ialah grosir pecah belah jogjakarta yang berfokus di hasil-hasil kerajinan dan bingkisan aneka acara. Serta tunggal hal utama tentang jogjagelas yang barangkali bukan dimiliki oleh warung gelas yogyakarta yg lain merupakan lokasi parkir yg simpel. Anda pasti sudah bosan dg parkir yang susah serta jalanan yg macet pada kota jogja. Lah di jogjagelas kamu dapat mendapati parkiran yang mudah dan pasti aja perihal yang paling utama adalah tarif yg sangat bersaing dengan toko-toko gelas yg lain.

cangkir teh kaleng

Hampir seluruh ragam material gelas mampu disablon. Gelas plastik, bening, keramik segala mampu disablon sama halnya semacam menyablon kaos, ilustrasi atau pembahasan bisa direquest sesuai selera konsumen. Yg gemar bola umumnya menyablon mugnya dg club kesayanganya, sebagai acara perkawinan dapat disablon nama kedua mempelai, yang mau punya mug sama dengan milik pasangan serta mampu menyablon gelas couple. Terkait kapan orang mendambakan makalah tentang enamel mug own design pastinya sangat beraneka. Sebab separuh kalangan membutuhkannya cepat, akan tetapi terdapat pula yang tidak begitu tergesa2. Entah motivasinya, di tempat ini kamu bisa melihat tulisan tersebut secara cuma2. Kamu tak perlu membelanjakan uang, selain koneksi internet dan setrum. Apalagi selain artikel enamel mug own design, kamu juga bisa melongok aneka arsip informasi lain yang terkait. Tak berlebihan jika sebagian netizen betah menjelajah situs yg ini. Jika hendak chat dengan penulis, segera aja chat di nomor yg sudah disediakan.

harga gelas seng

Sovenir gelas dove merupakan salah satu ragam sovenir yang mewah serta bisa dibilang kerajinan gelas ini memiliki tarif menjual yang cukup mahal untuk sebuah gelas dengan beberapa variasi gambar di sampingnya. Namun, tidak segala gelas dove berikut ini dibanderol dengan harga yang mahal, terdapat juga gelas dove yg dibanderol dengan harga yang muat hemat, dan dikau bisa menemukan beberapa macam gelas dove ini di toko-toko oleh-oleh yang mampu kamu jumpai dibeberapa wahana disektar kau. Selain itu, untuk kau yang berkehendak mmebeli gelas dove, kamu serta mampu mendatangi beberapa warung perlengkapan dapur / rumah tangga yg biasa ditemukan pada beberapa pasar tradisional.

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Distributor Gelas Kaleng 0896~6848~7220[wa]

Halaman ini berisi ulasan tentang distributor gelas kaleng yang melimpah dibutuhkan insan jadi banyak pula yang membutuhkan referensi sekitar tulisan tersebut, kenapa demikian. Karna tentang artikel, satu orang dapat mengisi kebutuhan penelitiannya, untuk dasar pengetahuan mandat makalah pada perguruan, dan yg paling utama seorang insan akan mempunyai wacana baru serta wawasan yg luas. Bidikan diciptakannya tulisan ini demi manusia yg tengah mencari wawasan dapat mengaksesnya dg singkat. Teknologi pada jaman globalisasi waktu ini udah sangat maju dan kompleks, tiap-tiap manusia dapat mengakses wawasan sekitar berbagai dasar. Tiada pandang di desa maupun pada kota asal ada jaringan internet serta alat yang menyokong, siapa saja bisa mengakses serta membaca wacana ini. Jadi, kapanpun, dimanasaja, anda bisa mengakses website berikut ini. Jika anda memiliki pendapat atau pandangan lain, monggo tulis komentar pada kolom yang udah terlampir atau bisa men-japri kita ke nomor yang sudah termaktub di sini Cangkir acap dibikin tentang porselen serta mempunyai pasangan berupa piring rendah yang serta dikenal dg nama tatakan saucer. Cangkir serta tatakannya umumnya merupakan bagian tentang perangkat minum teh tea set yg tersusun dari teko, cream jug, mangkuk gula bertutup, serta slop bowl.

enamel mug amsterdam

Enamel berikut ini kebanyakan harapannya dikau jumpai di peralatan dapur seperti saucepan, fry pan, roaster, grill pan dan lain-lain. Anda tau gak sih. Dibanding cast iron / stainless steel, peralatan rumah tangga berdasar sumber enamel pula mendapatkan lanjut keuntungan lho! Penggorengan dengan materi pangkal enamel dapat memasak aneka macam pangan semacam sup, santapan tanpa minyak, tumis sayuran, tumis daging, semur dan lain-lain. Laman ini bermuatan artikel mengenai enamel mug christmas yang melimpah dibutuhkan insan sehingga banyak pula yang membutuhkan referensi dari tulisan tersebut, kenapa begitu. Karena dari artikel, seorang insan dapat mengisi kebutuhan risetnya, sebagai pangkal wacana mandat makalah pada madrasah, dan yg paling penting satu orang akan mendapatkan wacana anyar dan informasi yg luas. Keperluan diciptakannya pembahasan berikut ini supaya manusia yang tengah menggali informasi dapat mengunjunginya dengan singkat. Ilmu pengetahuan pada era globalisasi waktu berikut ini telah amat maju serta kompleks, tiap-tiap insan dapat mengakses wacana tentang aneka sumber. Tak pandang pada desa maupun pada kota asal ada jaringan www serta alat yg mendukung, siapa saja dapat menemukan serta membaca wacana ini. Sehingga, sembarang waktu, dimanapun, anda dapat mengakses situs berikut ini. Apabila kau mendapatkan pendapat atau opini beda, silakan tulis pandangan pada kolom yg sudah terlampir atau dapat mengkontak kita ke nomor yg telah termaktub pada sini

enamel mug amsterdam

Souvenir gelas nikah dapat menjadi keliru esa pilihan yang muat menarik guna kamu pasangan yg mau mencari sebuah sovenir cantik bagi dibagikan kepada para undangan di hari pesta nikah anda. Siapa yg tiada berkehendak melangsungkan perkawinan. Pabila kau ditanya demiakian, sudah hampir tentu anda akan menjawab seluruh insan berkehendak segenra menikah. Ya, secara normal tiap-tiap orang di bumi ini berkehendak hidup berdampingan dengan pasangan dia-dia pada tertentu ikatan bernama perkawinan. Hal ini dipercaya begitu mengingat manusia yakin bahwa pernikahan merupakan level tertinggi pada hubungan asmara anda. Oleh karna berevolusi hal yang diidamkan banyak insan, oleh karenanya setiap insan membutuhkan tertentu yg special dalam pernikahan dia-dia.

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Gelas Kaleng Kecil O896~6848~722O[wa]

Barangkali ini ialah artikel tentang gelas kaleng kecil yg tengah kau cari. Waktu berikut ini era teknologi semakin maju, jarak tiada lebih masalah untuk satu orang senantiasa bisa berbincang dengan insan beda di berbagai daerah lebih-lebih pada belahan bumi. Kerumitan teknologi ini juga memudahkan kami bagi menemukan berbagai referensi apasaja dan dimanasaja kami terletak. Cuma dg memakai network, kita dapat menemukan ulasan yg kita inginkan. Pada situs yang sudah disebutkan insan yg memakai guna penelitian, mandat sekolah ataupun terbatas mendapat pengetahuan baru bisa menemukan lebih-lebih berkontribusi pula banyak dg memberikan tinggalan pandangan dikolom yg udah tersedia atau mengkontak lewat nomor yg udah disediakan. Terdapat banyak hal yang bisa dikau lakukan sebagai menajdikan perkawinan anda lebih mendapatkan kesan special. Salah satu yg dapat kau lakukan sebagai bikin kesan spesial pada perkawinan anda ialah dengan memilih oleh-oleh pernikahan yg unik. Kenapa harus kerajinan pernikahan. Sebagian sekitar anda mungkin akan menganggap remeh, namun, untuk beberapa pasangan souvenir perkawinan acap menyimbolkan sesuatu dalam perjalanan asamara mereka. Kerajinan gelas nikah dapat dipilih untuk keliru satru pandangan terbaik pada sovenir perkawinan kau. Meski gelas terkesan sepele, lanjut insan yang mengasosiasikan gelas sebagai tertentu yang special dala hidup mereka. Penyebab lain, gelas dipilih banyak manusia sebab kesederhanaan bentuknya.

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[baelonthebrave]

Dean turned forty-two on a Sunday, and all he really wanted was for Cas to kiss him.

[Ao3] ~3k

The thought was ringing in his head, clear as a bell, as he sat up in bed sometime after six in the morning.

The angel was a warm, solid lump on the other side of his - their - bed, his face pressed firmly into the pillow to ward away the first signs of daytime. Dean smiled to himself, at the way Cas’s brow furrowed in sleep, desperately clinging on to oblivion. When he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Cas’s temple, the crease in his brow smoothed out like ripples on a lake.

Dean left Cas sleeping - he would only be another half hour or so - and trailed off to the kitchen in his slippers and dressing gown, warding against the late January chill in the air. The sounds of hushed voices and clink of cutlery and mugs guided him through the dim morning light and the fogginess he felt before his first coffee. Like he’d expected, Jack and Sam were already at the kitchen table, Jack with a bowl piled high with the kind of cereal that made him jittery, and Sam with a cup of black coffee and a serene expression. Dean mumbled a good morning, smiling but politely ignoring the cards and presents stacked in a small, neat pile in the middle of the table until they were explicitly given to him, and made a beeline for the coffee pot.

He could tell it was his birthday just by the fact that Sam had likely been up since five but had still kept the coffee piping hot, ready for Dean.

“Morning!” came his brother’s chirpy morning voice. “Happy birthday, Dean.”

Dean turned around from the coffee pot to say a thanks, and only managed an oof as his little - hah - brother enveloped him in a hug. For someone of Sam’s size, it bewildered Dean that he could sneak up on anyone. Or maybe Dean was just getting unobservant in his old age. “Thanks, Sam,” he said, giving him a pat on the back. Even now, after nearly four decades, the smell of his brother’s clothes still reminded him of a long-gone family home in Lawrence, but that thought didn’t raise any more sadness in him now than a faint and settled pang. He called it progress and clung a little harder to his brother’s flannel.

When they broke apart, Jack was practically bouncing on his seat. “You gotta open my present first,” he insisted, his mouth half full of chewed cereal and little marshmallows that glowed like nuclear waste.

Sam smiled, stepping back from Dean, “Jack, remember, you gotta-“

“Oh!” Jack said, lurching out of his seat less like a God and more like a hyperactive three-year-old. He was both, Dean guessed, but definitely favoured one. Jack was about half Sam’s body mass, but he hit Dean at such a speed that he still forced a grunt out of his chest. “Happy birthday!”

The feeling that flooded Dean’s ribcage was like a torrent of molasses, warm and heavy. He wrapped his arms around Jack’s back, even let himself rest his chin against Jack’s head. “Thanks, kiddo.”

Sam wrinkled his nose over Jack’s head in a way that read as a faint apology for letting Jack get at the toddler rocket fuel before dawn, but Dean didn’t much care. Jack had kinda been like this for a few days anyway, and the glitter that had been appearing everywhere in the bunker and was now covering an envelope on the table was enough of a hint as to why.

Jack was still bouncing on his toes, and Dean laid a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Before I open presents, we gotta wait for-“

“I’m awake,” came a gruff voice behind them, in a tone that could only be described as regretful. It did nothing to slow the lurch that Dean’s heart gave, and when he spun around, he saw a smile mirroring his own spreading on Cas’s lips. “Happy birthday,” Cas said.

He had a card and wrapped present in hand, but he still stood awkwardly, a country mile away from their little three-person cluster by the coffee pot. And it made Dean’s heart pang. Part of it was just Cas - an eternity of angel mannerisms couldn’t be scrubbed out by a mere decade on Earth - but part of it was....

This was dumb. They were dumb. He crossed the space between them and wrapped his boyfriend, his angel, his life partner up in his arms and pressed a sloppy kiss to the peak of his cheekbone. “Thanks, baby,” he said, as solid arms wound around his lower back.

It was Sam who masterminded breakfast, dicing up little bowls of strawberries and blueberries between flipping pancakes on the stove top. Cas manned the coffee pot for Sam and Dean, steeped himself a mug of tea, and fetched Jack a glass of orange juice with a straw in it, because he worried about the acidity wearing down Jack’s tooth enamel. That left Dean at the kitchen table, supervised by Jack, as he worked through his little pile of cards and presents.

From Sam and Eileen, there was a beautiful photo album, bound in smooth black leather. It was half-filled already, with rare pictures of Sam and Dean as children, Jack on his first birthday, Dean and Eileen posing for a picture, leaning against the trunk of the Impala with beer bottles in hand after a successful hunt, amongst others. And one that looked too candid for him to have known it was happening, his hand slipped into Cas’s, and Cas smiling at him with that stupid look that never failed to make Dean’s heart thud like a mistimed bass drum. The rest of the pages were left empty, an open invitation from Sam and Eileen to keep filling it with new memories. “This is beautiful, Sammy,” he croaked, and did his best to meet his brother’s eye.

Sam smiled, didn’t call him out on his emotional constipation, and said “Eileen will be over later, I think she’s got another treat for you.”

Dean was thrilled to hear it, but didn’t have the chance to respond, because now Jack was pressing a ridiculously glittery envelope into his hands. He knew he’d be washing the stuff out of Jack’s clothes for a month, but the gleeful look in the kid’s eye was enough to make Dean bite down his complaint, and he tried very hard not to grin like an idiot as he opened the envelope.

The card was indeed full of glitter and hand cut heart-shaped confetti, but it was the shaky writing on the front that made his breath catch. With each letter spelled out in a different coloured marker, Jack had written “Happy birthday Dad” on the front, and then there was the present Cas had brought. The joint, accompanying gift from Cas and Jack was enough to set his bottom lip wobbling – a blue coffee mug with #1 Dad on the front in big, yellow letters.

“C’mere,” Dean grunted, and pulled Jack tight against his chest, furiously blinking away the moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes. There was thick emotion in his chest churning and gargling like a carburettor clogged with gravel, and he mumbled, “Love you,” into the boy’s as-yet unbrushed hair. Jack let out a happy sigh and leaned into him heavier.

Cas and Sam were both looking a little glossy eyed by the time the pair pulled apart, which Sam artfully covered with a loud clearing of his throat and the lighting of the candle on top of Dean’s pancake stack.

 The most tone-deaf chorus he’d ever heard of “Happy birthday” followed, which was a given, as he was the only one who could actually carry a tune, but he refused to sink to the level of douchiness of joining in on his own birthday song. Then, they were digging into their pancakes, talking about their plans for the day, and just soaking in the early morning serenity.

Before long, Cas and Jack were hugging the brothers goodbye and promising to be back by five to help ready Dean’s birthday supper. He would’ve liked to have them for the whole day, but there would be plenty time for that once heaven was - well, heaven again – and truthfully, he was just grateful he got the morning with them.

Once Jack and Sam were ready to go about their respective days, they stepped away from Cas and Dean, leaving them just kind of looking at each other. Dean was normally like a shot fired from a pistol to cross the distance between them, take Cas into his arms, kiss him silly, but he couldn’t nudge that first thought that had ricocheted around his head when he’d woken up this morning.

Cas was looking at him. Standing at a distance. Hands hanging at his sides. “Have a good day, Dean,” he said, in a soft voice that made Dean’s chest ache.

Two months. Two whole months since they’d bust out of the Empty, saved the world together and held each other, aching, and crying and kissing fervently in the aftershocks.

Twelve years spent falling in love, two months spent being in love, and Cas was still just standing there. Like a dick.

With a barely concealed huff, Dean crossed the chasm between them and kissed him, gently cradling a strong and stubbled jaw in both his hands. “You too, baby.”

When Cas and Jack were gone, he belatedly realised he’d forgotten to open Cas’s card after feeling like he’d been sideswiped by a freight train after Jack’s.

It was a simple, handsome card. Navy with gold lettering.

To Dean,

Happy birthday.

I love you.

from Cas

He held it to his chest. 

—

Turns out Eileen’s idea of a birthday treat was the hunter’s equivalent of a game of whack-a-mole. When she’d driven him and Sam out to a horse ranch an hour down the highway and explained, Dean had started laughing and pulled his (hopefully, future, one-day) sister-in-law into a bear hug.

The ranch was infested with little goblin-like creatures that Eileen had affectionately termed “gnomes”. It was by no means the kind of world-ending threat they were used to, but the “gnomes” had been popping up out of the ground and spooking horses, even landing a few bites, which had led to more than one infected wound and thrown rider. “I thought it warranted the Winchester-Leahy treatment,” Eileen said and signed to Dean, who was bouncing on his toes like a kid in a candy store.

When Eileen turned back to her car, Dean said behind her, “Hey, your names sound pretty good together, huh, Sammy?”

Sam’s only response was to glower.

That only served to put Dean in a better mood, though, and soon they were all wreaking havoc on the overgrown field, trying whatever their best instincts and experience said oughta work.

The little gremlins were fast, ducking and diving into burrows quicker than Dean could get a good swing at them, and popping up behind him to grab at his ankles. “Little bastards!” He growled as one sunk its teeth into his ankle.

The gnome blew a raspberry at him and uncannily parroted back “Bastard!” It was then that he finally connected a hit but was quick to find out that an iron crowbar was about as much use on the little shits as, well, a crowbar.

“Hey!” He yelled to his compatriots, waving an arm over his head. Sam and Eileen both stopped to look, wearing twin expressions of wild bemusement, and really, he wished he had a camera on him. “Iron sucks!” He said, signing it large and waving his useless crowbar.

Eileen nodded, but Sam seemed to have an idea as he watched one of the slimy little creatures wiggle its ass at him tauntingly. A familiar spark lit up behind his eyes and he pulled a smallish burlap sack of rock salt out of his coat pocket.

No faster than Sam could throw a handful of salt like cast dye, the gnome exploded with a yelp, splattering Sam with green-yellow goo. “Gross!” he yelped.

Dean felt childish laughter bubble up out of his chest at that, disbelieving, as Sam shook his hands free of gunk and wiped it off his face. “Oh my god, they’re like slugs!” Dean said with a sharp cackle.

“This is fucking gross,” was the only response from a churlish Sam, as both Dean and Eileen laughed at him.

“Dean!” Eileen called, and then there was a small bag of rock salt arcing through the air towards him, which he caught neatly.

Then they were off to the races, with Dean and Eileen automatically falling into a pattern of systematically herding the little bastards and then working with Sam to do the exploding. The yellow-green goo stunk to high heavens, and made Dean’s eyes water, but they were having so much fun he barely even noticed, too busy hooting, hollering, and laughing as Sam got prissy about his new jacket getting stained with the monster equivalent of snot.

When they were down to the last few, they had to chase them down manually, amongst the litany of profanities the creatures were picking up from them and hurling back. Dean had his last gnome cornered between himself and a fence post when he heard a warning shout from Sam.

A second too late.

The rock to the back of his knee was such a shock that it buckled his leg, and he thumped into the soft dirt. There was a particularly large and menacing gnome glowering at him from its burrow, reaching for another stone, and Dean was scrabbling for his rock salt before he ended up with a concussion on his birthday-

But then the air crackled with static, and there was a whooshing wing beat, as the gnome was - smited? Smote? - from existence, splattering Dean in the foul-smelling goo from top to toe.

He looked up at the angel - his angel - clad in his signature trench-coat and frown. And he fell back into the dirt in fits of laughter.

“Dean,” Cas said in lieu of greeting, looking vaguely troubled at the monster snot covering his dress shoes and trousers.

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean said with a wheeze, and reached out a hand to signal Cas to help him. He felt himself being yanked to his feet like he weighed nothing and was still quieting the waves of laughter racking his stomach when he saw the way Cas was looking at him.

The soft glow in his features, the amusement, the adoration. “What exactly are you idiots doing?”

Dean flashed him his most charming smile – the devil-may-care one – and said, in a very low and serious voice, “Saving the world.”

Cas held onto his fingers, reticent to let go, and he just stood there, and looked at Dean with the softest smile on his face.

“I thought you said you’d be back at five?” Dean finally asked, breaking the beat of charged silence.

“I, uh,” Cas looked away with pink rising at his cheeks, instead watching as Eileen and Sam picked their way back across the field to each other, still wild-eyed and laughing. “I forgot to show Jack how to set the clock you gave us in our office, so I believe it shows the wrong time.”

The image of a God and a seraph running the reconstruction of heaven from a cosy little office but being unable to set a ten-dollar clock from Target to Central Standard Time was enough to set Dean off chuckling again. Don’t ever change, he thought faintly, as he watched his own amusement reflected back in Cas’s extraordinary eyes.

Cas was still holding his hand. And his eyes were so soft, and so blue.

It caught Dean’s breath in his throat, and something bubbled up.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean said. His stomach gave a jolt, but he had to ask before he lost his nerve. He squeezed Cas’s hand, to give himself courage more than anything. “How come you never kiss me?”

Cas looked dumbfounded for a second, his eyes darting to Dean’s lips, and by God if this wasn’t the wrong time and the wrong place, Dean thought, as a rock settled in the pit of his stomach. The dim winter sun above them was still warm enough to make the monster snot on both of them stink that little more, and Cas’s jaw was slack and flapping a little as he searched for the right words.

Dean suddenly felt stupid and awful for bringing it up.

Except- he didn’t, not really.

Because every kiss, every touch, every everything, had to come from Dean. And he wasn’t sick of it – he could never be sick of anything that let him touch Cas, be with Cas – but he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt sometimes.

Like on the morning of his forty-second birthday, and the man who had admitted to being crazy, stupid, “loved the whole world for you” in love with him two months ago had stood six feet away and just looked.

Like he was just looking now.

“I- it doesn’t matter,” Dean said, his eyes falling, his heart falling. “Sorry, I don’t want to ruin the day.”

The sound that came out of Cas came from his chest, and could only be described as a grunt, pure frustration.

And then suddenly, there was a hand on his face and a thumb on his upper lip, swiping away disgusting, sickly, stinking goo from the curve of his cupid’s bow.

And then there were lips.

Hot and chapped.

Crushing against his.

Some ridiculous keening sound was forced from Dean’s chest, and he threw his spare arm around Cas’s neck with abandon, his other still clasping Cas’s fingers firmly in his. Cas’s weather-worn lips against his soft ones felt a little sore, and he was going to buy him a chapstick, and their respective tea- and coffee-breath was mingling together in a noxious mix, but it was perfect. Perfect in the way that Cas was pulling him against his broad chest, reeling him in and holding him tight and saying I will never let you go.

And Dean would never let Cas let him go, he thought, and nipped at his bottom lip.

“When I told you,” Cas was saying as he pulled back, into the bare couple of inches between their lips, “that my happiness was just in being, in the act of loving you, I never dreamed I could have you.

“Most days, I still don’t believe that I get to have you.”

Thump went Dean’s heart, and it was his turn to reel Cas in and press crushing kisses to Cas’s lips, blood roaring in his ears and battering against his ribcage. “I’ll teach you,” he mumbled into Cas’s hairline, temple, nose, jaw, anywhere he could land a blistering kiss. I’ll teach you to believe it.

They both sucked in ragged breaths in the cool, crisp air of late January.

A light frost bit at the ground, and curling clouds of white emanated from their lips.

“I’ll teach you. I’m yours.”

[nalgenewhore]

Too Late To Turn Back Now - Ten

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

an: don’t be mad ok

+*+*+*+*+*+*

The enamel mug burned her hands but Elide didn’t notice it as she blew on the surface and carefully sipped her tea.

Two hands planted on the island on either side of her and she was caged in, a warm body pressed against her back. “Wow, drinking tea? How the mighty have fallen,” murmured a familiar voice, soft lips finding the sensitive skin beneath her jaw.

Elide breathed in shakily, her teeth catching on her bottom lip as Lorcan continued down the column of her throat, nipping at her skin until he noticed the blank pages and pen in front of her. “What’s that for?”

She put her mug down and spun on her stool, folding her legs up underneath her. “It’s nothing.” The smile she offered him soothed him of his worries and Lorcan returned it, gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger as he kissed her.

Elide returned it, sitting up straighter as she looped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. His laugh was raspy against her lips and she kissed him harder, greedy to feel the sound on her lips so that she could carry it with her forevermore.

Her throat ached with tears and she forced herself to pull away, flicking her eyes over his shoulder to the back window, where she saw Fenrys and Vaughan imitating them. “It seems as though we have an audience,” she whispered, her voice hitching.

If Lorcan noticed the change in her voice, he didn’t say anything as he turned around and rolled his eyes. He sighed as he turned back to her, “I guess I gotta go and get ready.” For their wedding.

Elide smiled a fake smile and she knew Lorcan could tell something was wrong but she didn’t let him say a word before her lips were pressing against his. She told him her silent goodbye through her kiss, asking the gods to take care of him after she was gone. “Go.”

“Are you alright?”

She swallowed thickly, nodding, “I’m fine. I’m good. I’ll see you up there.”

“Promise?”

The lie felt slick and oily on her tongue.

“Promise.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Nehemia’s hands were gentle in her hair as she pulled Elide’s hair back into a simple chignon that rested at the nape of her neck. Her dark brown eyes didn’t miss anything as Elide fidgeted, twisting her mother’s ring around her finger over and over until the skin beneath it was red.

Aneha and Sadirah were flitting around the room, meaningless chatter flowing from their mouths. In the mirror, Elide made eye contact with Odette and quickly looked away, a slight frown on her brows. 

The entire Salvaterre family were too perceptive for their own good. Odette’s eyes missed nothing but she stayed silent, smiling reassuringly at Elide. Nehemia patted Elide’s hair, “All done.” 

Elide smiled, a real smile, and stood up, turning her head to see the style in the mirror. “It’s gorgeous, Nehemia. Thank you.” 

“Of course,” she said, hugging Elide tightly, “I wish you a lifetime of happiness with him. You’re good for him.” 

Her smile faltered for a split second and she discreetly patted her eyes dry, careful not to mess up Aelin’s hard work. “You’re going to make me sob like a wee babe.” 

Aelin breezed by, “Now, now, none of that, young lady! Go get dressed, we have a wedding to start!” 

Elide chuckled and slipped out of the room, walking down the hallway. She passed by a room, its door cracked open. Low voices rumbled out of it and she peeked inside, seeing Lorcan and his groomsmen getting ready. 

Her eyes slid to Lorcan, his head tipped back as he laughed, the sound full and warm. He spoke in a melodic tongue with Vaughan as Rowan sulked and muttered that they shouldn’t be allowed to have a secret language. That only made them laugh louder. 

His eyes were bright as he smiled, standing still as Connall - the only organized one of the lot - gently tugged on the cuffs of his white shirt, making them so that they stuck out a bit from his navy suit. The colour contrast of the dark blue against his burnished-copper skin was beautiful, making his complexion glow even brighter than usual. 

Squaring her shoulders, Elide breathed out and walked away, only more sure of her decision after seeing him. She had tucked the letters, all but one, behind a painting and as she paused by it, she glanced around to ensure that no one was there as she lifted the frame and grabbed them. 

There was one for Aelin, one for Nehemia, and one for Odette. The twins both got one and Elide had written another for the boys. They had finally warmed up to her and treated her as one of them. 

As for Lorcan’s… Elide knew she was stalling. She hadn’t written it yet and was dreading it. 

The room seemed frozen as she walked in, able to see them in every feature of it. The duvet still rumpled from that morning because neither cared enough to make it, throw pillows strewn about the room from when they had thrown them at each other, her laughter and screams when he caught her and tickled her mercilessly still heavy in the air. 

Those memories hung around her as she sat down and put pen to paper, not finding it in herself to stop the tears that dripped onto the paper and smudged the ink. 

Crying silently, she folded it and put it in an envelope addressed to him. Elide kissed the paper once, hoping he would be able to feel it. 

As she changed, switching a silk dressing gown for leggings and a snug-fitting tank top, she hesitated, Lorcan’s hoodie catching her eye. Because she couldn’t help herself, Elide grabbed it and pulled it over her head. 

All she thought about as she packed her bags were the words she wanted to so desperately to say to him, but the ones she never would. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Everything was ready.

The dress was draped across the foot of the bed, the blue jade necklace back in its velvet box. Elide had her enveloped letters in hand, one for each person she had lied to.

The others, she put down easily, placing them tenderly, but Lorcan’s… she fingered the paper, a trembling finger tracing over the ink that read his name. He would never forgive her for this and Elide wasn’t sure she would ever forgive herself.

With a shaking breath, she kissed the letter once more and put it down, gently patting dry the teardrop that had landed on the envelope.

Squaring her shoulders, Elide grabbed her bags and took one last look around the room before she slipped off into the sunny afternoon.

She half-thought it would be more difficult to sneak down to the water taxi she’d called, but nobody even noticed.

The man was friendly enough, his attempts at small-talk valiant as he loaded her bags into the vessel. Elide’s responses were clipped and short, not inviting any further discussion until he dropped it.

She didn’t dare look back at the property as the boat carried her further and further away, knowing that if she gave in to the screaming in her head, a voice that begged her to turn around for one last look, she would never be able to go through with it.

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

“El?” Lorcan knocked on the door to their room, not knowing why he felt the need to seek her out and make sure she was ok but still not being able to shake the feeling. Their interaction that morning had had him feeling unsettled as he got ready and the first chance he got to sneak out of the room, he took.

After checking in with Aelin, who had told him Elide had gone to their room to get ready by herself, Lorcan had speed-walked across the house.

There was no answer from inside the room and he opened the door slowly, taking one step in before his heart cracked.

The wedding dress draped across the bed, the velvet jewellery box, and the stack of letters, it couldn’t be.

“Elide?” he asked again, searching through the entire room, hoping that maybe, what he knew had happened was a lie.

But she wasn’t there and all he had left was the stack of letters, all addressed to various people in her perfect penmanship. Lorcan flipped through them, his breath hitching at the one addressed to him.

In a daze, he sat on the floor, his back against the bed and ripped open the envelope, his hands shaking as he pulled out the paper, tearstained and ink smudged.

His eyes raced over the neat lines of script, reading too fast and making the words a jumbled mess of letters he wasn’t sure were in the common tongue. With a steadying breath,his eyes burning with the threat of tears, he read it again – slowly.

Lorcan,

I have to go. I’m sorry,  but I’m a coward and I’m selfish and I can’t break your family’s heart like that. You deserve a real love, one with someone who is good like you because you deserve happiness and you won’t get that with me. This was a business deal and it’s over.

Be happy.

Elide

Lorcan wasn’t sure how long he’d stayed there, not sure if his heart were even beating, on the floor. Memories of them surrounded him and he somehow got up to walk out to the balcony, eyes on the ocean.

The blue waves were empty except for one boat and he watched as his heart was carried away in the clutches of that infuriating woman.

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide had been gone for a while and Aelin set out to find her, intercepting Rowan in the hallway. She smiled and strolled up to him, “Well, hello there, stranger.”

His face was tight and he didn’t even bother to fake amusement at her antics like he normally did when distressed. Aelin paused him with a hand on his bicep, “What is it?”

“We can’t find Lorcan.”

Laughing, she grabbed his hand, “He’s with Elide!”

“And you know that how?”

Aelin rolled her eyes and pulled him down to the soon-to-be-wed couple’s room. “It’s obvious. Where else would they be?”

Rowan just shook his head and followed his girlfriend across the house until they reached the room. With a wink thrown over her shoulder, Aelin said, “Let’s go see what the happy couple is up to!”

“I think I’ll just wait out here,” he said, grimacing as he leaned against the wall.

She cackled and knocked once before slipping inside, closing the door behind her. “Hello-“ Aelin cut herself off when she saw the wedding dress and letters. “Wha… Lorcan?” He didn’t acknowledge her from where he sat on the balcony, his head hung low.

Quickly, Aelin hurried out to his side and dropped onto the seat beside him. “What happened?”

“She’s gone,” he whispered, his voice broken. “There’s a letter inside for you, but I’m guessing she already told you.”

“Yeah,” she murmured, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “She told me.”

“She fucking ruined my life and left me with a fucking letter? Tells me to be happy?” he said, his voice raised. “I hate her. For two fucking years, I worked my ass off for her and then she does this shit and doesn’t have the decency to say it to my face. I hate her.”

“No, you don’t.”

He stood up abruptly and began pacing back and forth, crumpling Elide’s letter in his hand. “But none of that matters, you wanna know why?”

“Lor-“

“We had a deal, Aelin! We had a gods-damned deal. She promised to me that I would see her up on that fucking altar.” He seemed to sort of collapse on the couch next to her, leaning on his best friend, his voice ragged, “She promised, G.”

“I know she did, hon.” Aelin paused, rubbing his back gently, “Are you just going to let her go?”

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

“You did what?”

Lorcan was trying to placate his sisters, who were angrier than he’d ever seen either of them. Even Sadirah, his sweet and gentle baby sister, was shooting daggers at him, her hands fisted at her sides as the light in her eyes promised him a slow slow death. “I-“

“You are the stupidest person I know! Why would you do this? On our birthday? Our BIRTHDAY!”

He didn’t have any words and spread his hands, “I’m sorry?”

Aneha scowled at him, her eyes flashing and she opened her mouth to say something when Odette cut in, holding up a hand. The siblings all fell silent as she walked up to her eldest, cupping his face gently. She spoke in their language to him, “You are a very stupid man.” She paused and kissed his brow, whispering a prayer before, “Go get her.”

Lorcan grinned and kissed her cheek, hugging his sisters before running out and freezing as he was accosted by Vaughan, Fenrys, Connall, and Rowan. “Boys-“

Vaughan held up his hand, those eyes Lorcan saw every time he looked in the mirror rippling with cold ire and fury. Lorcan swallowed hard, knowing he’d broken their most basic rule – no lying. But then, his cousin – his brother, really – smiled and they all did. “Go get her, man. Good luck.”

He grinned and hugged them all, rolling his eyes as they yelled at him for wasting time before he sprinted down to the jetty, jumping in the speedboat and gunning the engine.

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide had been sitting in the little airport lounge for half an hour and with every ticking second, she grew closer to fleeing back to Lorcan, her heart aching. “All passengers boarding flight 587 to Mistward, please proceed to the boarding gate.”

She sighed shakily and stood up, gathering her things and making her way to the line. Every step closer to the gate had her heart fracturing and she was holding back tears when the boarding agent asked for her boarding pass.

Elide nodded and rifled through her purse. She found it and held it up, attempting to smile when someone called her name. “Elide!” 

Looking over her shoulder, her eyes filled with tears as she saw Lorcan run through the doors, wearing his suit and his glasses.

She loved his glasses. 

There was something sure in his face and she shook her head as he weaved through the crowd to her. “Don’t go.”

She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.

Lorcan took one step closer and she pressed her hand into his chest, stopping him. “Don’t go,” he repeated, his heart slamming a thunderous tattoo beneath her hand. “Can I just talk to you for a second? Please?” 

Elide gave in immediately and let him pull her to the side. Lorcan just said one word: “Stay.” 

“I can’t,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Yes, you can, you can.” He held her hand to his chest, his eyes soft and open. “Elide.”

Elide just shook her head again, “I have to get on the plane. Lorcan, I have to go.”

“I love you,” he said. Simple, just three little words.

She cried, tears sliding down her cheeks. “I have to go home. It’s time.”

“Princess,” Lorcan said, leaning down and leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you. Let me be with you.”

“You don’t want to be with me,” she whispered, tilting her chin up and kissing his cheek. “Not forever.”

“Yes, I do. Stay,” he said, desperation bleeding through his words. “Stay with me, Elide Lochan.”

“No, I can’t marry you, Lorcan.”

“Then don’t marry me. Just stay. We’ll figure it out together, princess. Say you’ll stay with me.” 

“No.”

“Well… yes.”

“No!”

“Say yes.”

“No, Lorcan,” Elide’s voice broke and more tears slipped down her face. “It’s not like that.”

“I thought it changed. You told me you wanted to stay-“ Lorcan cut himself off, his eyes welling. “I thought you loved me too.”

Elide furrowed her brow, closing her eyes and saying those damning words, “It was just a business deal. Everything Benson said was true.”

Lorcan held her hand tighter, silently begging her to open her eyes, “Tell me you don’t love me then. If you say that, I’ll let you go.”

Finally, she opened her eyes and stepped away from him, handing the agent her pass, “I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry.” Without another word or glance his way, Elide Lochan strode through the gate and walked out of his life. Forever.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

an: it’s honestly fine don’t even worry 

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[peterfields]

The classic Dubliner Jacket by Outland is made of a extra thick cotton twill, with a relaxed fit. Today with... - Dubliner Jacket and Bucket Hat Bob in navy by @outland_wear - 215 men's crew neck T-shirt in charcoal by @merzbschwanen - Ghurka Pant in Military Herringbone by @tellason_germany - Retro Cotton Socks in cream/navy by @klitmollercollective - Solid Brass Keyhook in matte black plated and Anchor by @smoky_sumis_store_ - Vintage Enamel Mug by @puebco_europe #outland #outlandwear #frenchbrand #dubliner #jacket #merzbschwanen #tellason #ootd #menswear #outfitinspiration #buckethat #enamelmug #puebco #keyhook #anchor #madeinjapan #smokysumistore #styleinspiration #mensfashion #berlin #peterfieldsberlin Enjoy your Weekend!! (hier: Peter Fields) https://www.instagram.com/p/COmzmrCDTtJ/?igshid=1awe0ss9ws2hn

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Grosir Gelas Enamel Jogja Ö831418Ö1774 (WA)

Halaman berikut ini merupakan laman yang mengandung pengetahuan tentang berbagai jenis produk barang grosir gelas enamel jogja. Sangat penuh hal yg menjadikan wacana ini amat dibutuhkan. Mungkin bagi anak pendidikan, penelitian, tugas ataupun cuma bagi mengandung tempo luang saja. Website berikut ini sangat di sarankan agar manusia praktis dalam menemukan produk yg dihasratkan. Terdapatnya sains yang kian rumit saat berikut ini, orang sangat simpel guna menemukan sesuatu yang dia-dia inginkan. Tiada terkecuali orang-orang pedalaman, dia-dia juga dg gampang mempunyai apa yang mereka inginkan, sebab sumber tehonologi telah tercecar diberbagai daerah mana saja. Sebagai itu, silakan baca web ini, dimanapun / tempo kapanpun, karena wawasan ini amat kilat, jelas, mudah dipahami, dan tiada memakan melimpah waktu. Jika kamu ingin menyerahkan masukan ataupun kritikan, silakan tulis pada tabel pandangan, karena kita selalu berharap teguran atau saran tentang kau, supaya wacana ini selanjutnya lebih baik. / dikau juga dapat menghubungi kami dg cara telfon sms pada nomor yang sudah terlampir pada laman website kami. Menyerahkan mug enamel serba guna kepada para kerabat dan para tamu undangan sebagai souvenir waktu resepsi tentunya harapannya membentang kenang-kenangan yang tak gampang dilupakan. Apalagi, jika kau serta pasangan memilih tema perkawinan vintage atau rustic yang kental dg nuansa jadul, maka mug enamel ini akan berevolusi opsi benar untuk melengkapi suasana.

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Materi dekorasi cangkir enamel ini begitu sesuai bilamana menggunakan hiasan sekitar kertas decal, karna daya rekatnya melebihan material gelas dan keramik. Kapan menggunakan kertas decal yg cuma dilapisi pilox, ter simpel serta pesat lepas, bilamana ditempel pada gelas, yg lebih kuat dan lebih tahan bilamana ditempel pada materi keramik, lah bila ditempel pada material enamel, sesudah ane test hasilnya begitu kuat, walaupun masih mampu dikerok pakai kuku dengan keras. Sekitar ketiga bahan tersebut enamel ter tahan bilamana dicelup kedalam cairan. Kamu tertarik ?

[love-takes-work]

Who wants a rare merch post

I just want to randomly show you some of my merch that’s anywhere from somewhat rare to rare af

For two reasons: One, if you’re a collector and you didn’t know this stuff was out there to get, now you know! and two, if you happen to have some of these things but aren’t too attached to them, chances are you could sell them for a good chunk of money. A few of these items I’ve seen for sale for over a thousand dollars since I’ve gotten them. (I have never paid that much for an item.) Some of them could be worth hundreds. So surprised at what some of them are selling for on eBay! And that I was lucky enough to get most when they were cheap!

First, let’s do TOYS:

SuperCute Plushies Peridot and Lapis

Complete set of Pint Size Heroes, including the rare water Gems

Complete set of Backpack Hangers, including rare Tiger Millionaire

Complete set of Figural Keychains, including rare Wedding Ruby and Sapphire

A Tiger Millionaire 2016 SDCC-exclusive mini-plushie

All of the 2017 SDCC Exclusives

All of the 2018 SDCC Exclusives

A GIGANTIC GARNET PLUSH??

LootPets Squeaky Cookie Cat dog toy??

2016 SDCC Big Donut original minis

I have many other toys but I don’t think they’re rare?

Kitchen Stuff

One of these lunchboxes is rare but I forgot which

Color-changing Mug (featuring Connie, Steven, and Jasper)--I think this is pretty rare?

I’ve got water bottles, glasses, coffee mugs, and other accessories but I think these are the only rarely found ones.

Art Stuff

Missy Peña’s limited edition art print sold through Cartoon Network Collective

A set of posters that come in mini tubes--

18 different designs (13 mini-posters, 5 locker posters)

(some of them on my wall)

Six years of SDCC signing sheets (2014 to 2019)

Gallery Nucleus 2014 flier

I also have several more easily found posters, but they are readily available and not rare.

Media:

Pretty rare I think, vinyl set of Soundtrack Volume 1

Vinyl Single, “Stronger Than You” / “Love Like You”

Of course I’ve got the cool DVD sets and digital soundtracks but they aren’t rare.

Comics

I have some rare variant covers in my various collections. Probably can’t put them all here.

Original comix

Ongoing comix

Steven Universe and the Crystal Gems covers

Harmony Covers

Special Issues Covers

Zines, related materials, and compilations

SDCC Zuke/Tang Zines with all 3 covers

(Some non-rare comics not pictured. No books included; I believe none of the books that have been released are rare.)

Trading Cards

I’ve got the trading card binder and complete base sets and a lot of pink foils and some sketch cards but what people will be interested in is these:

All the Totally Fabricated Bubbled Gems Cards

A bunch of autographed cards

This is Dee Bradley Baker as Lion, Ashly Burch as the Rutile Twins, Zach Callison as Steven Universe, Michaela Dietz as Amethyst and as Purple Puma, Estelle as Spoon, Kate Flannery as Barb, Erica Luttrell as Padparadscha, Aimee Mann as opal, Kate Micucci as Sadie Killer and as Sadie Miller, Jinkx Monsoon as Emerald, Matthew Moy as Lars Barriga, Grace Rolek as Cloud Connie, Charlyne Yi as Navy and as Ruby, and the promo card of Estelle as Garnet from SDCC.

Accessories

Spinel Heart Enamel Pin

Crystal Gem Quartet large buttons, con exclusive

Rose Quartz Flag patch

Gem Scarf and Rose Quartz Pin from LootForHer:

Complete set of dog tags, including two rare ones

The Answer temp tattoo from book event

I also have a ton of stuff like earrings, necklaces, rubber bracelets, hair bows, gloves, socks, caps, lanyards, patches, and keychains, but I think they’re all easy to find.

I have a crapton of shirts, six dresses, some underclothes, shoes, costumes, and some sweaters and hoodies, but I don’t think any of them are rare enough to make this list either.

And I have board games, cards, puzzles, and video games; none are rare as far as I know. Up in my house there are some things like magnets, air fresheners, the Rose Quartz flag, the Lion coin bank, stickers, and various bags like the Cheeseburger and Hot Dog, towels, pillowcases, wallets, calendars, and journals . . . but again, far as I know they are not rare.

And I don’t know what category I’d put these in but

CN Steven Penny???

Official Karaoke Microphone???

Let me know if you’re wondering about whether an item is in my collection that I just may not have or may not have known was rare? (Yikes this post got long.)

[stronghours]

went to army navy sales for the first time to see if i could get ahold of some decent and sturdy walkin around boots. failed in that regard. but found a campfire grate to cook with for my upcoming cabin trip, an enamel bowl/mug, a warm anti-macrobial undershirt (that i will be using as an outer-shirt let’s be clear) and warm winter socks. kicking myself for not thinking of buying a new pair of gloves. the salesdudes were very nice and asked about my Camping Goals and when the anti-macrobial shirt didn’t have any price tag to find the older guy was like “hmmmm just give her good price? should i just make up a good price? don’t worry, I’ll get you a good price.”

[sapphicscholar]

Pride Month Prompts Day 2: Rainbow (Grace/Frankie)

From this Pride Month Prompts post! I’m taking the opportunity to write some short fics for a variety of pairings that I haven’t written for as much, maybe at all. They won’t be going on AO3, so I’ll be sure to tag them all with #pride month prompts so you can find them later if you want.

Day 2: Rainbow

Pairing: Grace/Frankie  A/N: I’ve never written for Grace and Frankie before, so hopefully I did them a bit of justice, even though I’m still trying to get their voices and figure out my style for writing them as a pairing. I might try a few more prompts with them this month...we’ll see!

“Tomorrow’s June 1st. You know what that means, don’t ya?” Frankie had asked, apropos of absolutely nothing in between the gummy bears she picked up and popped into her mouth one by one during the commercial breaks of annual Scripps Spelling Bee.

Grace tried to remember. She’d always thought of herself as a considerate partner--she’d certainly been more likely to remember important dates and moments than Robert had, that’s for sure, and she knew his secretary was the only reason she always received a timely, perfectly impersonal gift for their wedding anniversary. But with Frankie, suddenly things weren’t so clear. Grace had inscribed a careful, cursive F inside of her planner on April 17, the day that all of the feelings that she’d been pushing down further and further finally beat back the dam and demanded her attention, demanded that she lean over and kiss the infuriating, impossible woman who she’d fallen in love with at some point over the years. But Frankie recognized so many other dates as important milestones in the relationship she’d described later that same night as being “like playing fetch with that old dog we had, Ernie, remember him?” Grace mainly remembered the way he’d smelled like kibble and rain and mud. “We’d throw a ball for him, and, well, he wasn’t exactly a professional fetch player, if you know what I mean, but he’d meander over. Maybe sniff the grass. Eat a bug. Chew on a stick. Really enjoy the whole experience, one with nature and all that. Pretty enlightened if you think about it. And eventually, he’d find whatever you threw and make his way back to you.” Grace had been halfway to offended until Frankie had added: “Fetch with Ernie.” Us. She gestured between them. “Inevitable. You just have to be patient, trust that things will work out.” So instead of getting snippy with Frankie, Grace had found herself kissing Frankie, again, for the better part of an hour until her neck was stiff and her bad knee demanded something stronger than the heat and ice Frankie would suggest.

A few days later, once it was easier to be alone on the couch together without reveling in the newfound ability to lean over and hold hands or hold one another or kiss, Grace finally asked Frankie about the milestones she’d mentioned. As Frankie began listing them, Grace realized she might need a separate planner just to keep track. Because there was the first time Grace made a proper promise with a kiss. The first time they had a whole meal together uninterrupted by phone calls or fights or family members barging into the house. The first time Grace actually ate something at Del Taco. The first time Frankie had an erotic dream about Grace and Del Taco’s queso--unsurprisingly, those two shared a date. The morning on the beach when Frankie first realized she could spend the rest of her life with no one but Grace and be happy. The first time Frankie had an inkling that Grace might feel the same way.

Still, June 1st wasn’t ringing any bells. “Alright, you’ve got me. What is it? Is it the first time we got high together?”

“Don’t jest, Grace. We all know that was an early spring evening just before Mercury entered retrograde.”

“But of course.” Still, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Just barely.

“It’s Pride month! Oh Grace, there’s glitter and rainbows and parades--you know how much I like a good parade.” The distinction between good and bad parades was still lost on Grace, though Frankie had been working to explain it, mainly by yelling, “Bad!” whenever they happened to drive past a bad parade or see a bad parade on TV or see something that reminded Frankie of a past bad parade.

“Are you...celebrating?”

“Well of course! But not with those Wall Street sellout types.”

“Obviously.” Frankie beamed at her like she’d done something right, so Grace once more resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“But remember that potluck Babe organized her last year here? Then on Facebook I got an ad for Gay Day at the Beach and a 65+ mixer. And I know it means Mark and all his little friends are listening to me.” She glared at her cell phone. “I know you can hear me, but you don’t own me!” A moment later her attention was back on Grace. “Doesn’t that sound great?”

Grace swallowed heavily, thinking of Robert’s theater friends and the big loud crowds of 20-somethings all yelling about how happy they were to be out and proud when she’d spent her 20s pushing down memories of kissing her best friend in a darkened dorm room and following instructions as everyone around her reminded her that it was time to find the right kind of man and settle down into the right kind of life. She managed some vague noise of assent before begging off with claims of exhaustion, knowing Frankie was never one to discourage napping.

Over the next few days, Grace watched as Frankie trotted out colorful outfit after colorful outfit. Not that her typical color palette was what anyone would call reserved, but now there were patches and buttons and bright swaths of primary colors that made Frankie beam every time she caught sight of herself in the mirror. And Grace tried. She pulled out the pink button up she knew Frankie liked, and tried to shy away from the blacks and grays and navys and tans she too often favored. But still, her colors always turned out more J-Crew in the Summer than Queer Grandmas at Pride. Anything more than that made her stomach clench uncomfortably, like she was trying to force herself into a mold that fit no better than motherhood and heterosexuality had.

So it was with no small amount of trepidation that Grace accepted the rainbow gift bag from Frankie, who stood in front of her, bouncing on the balls of her feet, nearly vibrating with energy as she waited for Grace to tear into the present she’d gotten her “for Pride, of course!”

The first item she pulled out was a coffee mug with Straight Outta the Closet printed on it--an homage Grace recognized only because of the weekend Frankie had come back from some protest or other and made them listen to N.W.A. again and again in her studio until the neighbors came over and asked them to keep it down or at least shut the windows. It wasn’t anything Grace would ever have picked for herself, but it reminded her of Frankie enough that she already knew she’d be using it frequently, just like she’d spent a whole month drinking her coffee out of the matching Vybrant-purple coffee mugs Frankie had made for them.

“There’s still one more thing for today’s potluck!”

“Right.” Grace forced herself to smile as she dug into the tissue paper exploding out of the bag. But she didn’t find the rainbow tutu Frankie had laughed about for a solid three minutes or even one of the t-shirts she’d browsed for hours. Instead, she found a rainbow enamel pin, about the size of her nail.

“I thought you could pin it to that big bag you carry to the beach. Just right in the corner.”

And it was small and understated, but still bright and colorful. A tiny, personal reminder of what this first Pride month being together meant. The kind of thing that could be overlooked, but wouldn’t be by those who knew to look. She didn’t realize she was getting emotional until she felt tears she refused to let fall prickling at her eyes. “It’s perfect,” Grace whispered. “How’d you know?”

“You forget that I am an intuitive witch, Grace Hanson.” Frankie grinned as she reached out a hand, tangling her fingers with Grace’s. It would probably last only until they hit the beach or the water or the first person whose reaction wasn’t already guaranteed to be fine strolling along the shore. But until then, Grace’s hand--always slightly cool to the touch, but perfectly moisturized, perfectly manicured (but nails kept shorter these days, thank you very much)--would find its home in hers, and until then, Frankie would enjoy every second of it.

[jual217harga]

Pengrajin Gelas Enamel 0896–6848–7220[wa]

Ini adalah tulisan tentang pengrajin gelas enamel. Melimpah penyebab kenapa insan membutuhkan tulisan ini, semacam bagi penelitian, tugas madrasah atau memberikan tambahan pengetahuan. Pembahasan berikut ini dibikin agar manusia - orang yang mendambakan wawasan semacam ini, dapat menemukan dengan singkat serta gampang. Diera perkembangan sains, anda bisa menemukan wawasan berikut ini, kapanpun dan dimanasaja. Janji terkait dg network. Sehingga kau dapat melancong situs ini kapan saja kau berkehendak. Kau juga dapat menyediakan pandangan di kolom pandangan / bisa mengkontak kita melalui nomor yang udah tersedia. Cangkir acap dibikin dari porselen dan mendapatkan pasangan berupa piring rendah yg serta dikenal dengan nama tatakan saucer. Cangkir serta tatakannya acap ialah bagian sekitar perangkat minum teh tea set yang terbuat tentang teko, cream jug, mangkuk gula bertutup, serta slop bowl.

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