#flange size

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Hello everyone! If you're a new mom or expecting, you might be exploring the best options for breastfeeding and expressing milk. One essential aspect of using a breast pump effectively is understanding the breast pump flange size.

The right flange size can make a significant difference in your pumping experience. It ensures comfort and efficient milk expression. Momcozy offers a fantastic range of breast pumps, and their flange size guidance is a helpful resource to find your perfect fit.

Choosing the correct size can help prevent discomfort and improve milk flow, allowing you to enjoy a more pleasant pumping experience. Remember, every mom is unique, so take the time to measure and select the flange that suits you best.

Happy pumping, and embrace this beautiful journey of motherhood with confidence!

[wellhealthhub]

The Ultimate Guide to DME Breast Pumps: 7 Must-Know Facts for New Moms

Navigate the world of DME breast pumps with confidence. Learn about the different types, insurance coverage, and expert tips for choosing the perfect pump. Introduction Welcome to the ultimate guide on DME (Durable Medical Equipment) breast pumps! If you’re a new mom, you’re probably navigating the labyrinth of motherhood, and breast pumps are likely on your radar. This comprehensive guide aims…

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As a new mother, finding the right breast pump is essential for both comfort and efficiency. Momcozy offers a fantastic range of breast pumps, and understanding the breast pump flange size is crucial for a successful breastfeeding experience.

The flange is the part of the pump that fits against the breast, and getting the right size can make a significant difference in your pumping experience. Using the correct size flange can help prevent discomfort and ensure that you are expressing milk effectively. Momcozy provides guidance on breast pump flange sizes to help you find the perfect fit for your needs.

With Momcozy's user-friendly approach, you can easily determine which flange size is right for you, ensuring both comfort and productivity while pumping. Remember, every mother is unique, and finding the right fit can make your breastfeeding journey even more enjoyable.

If you have any questions about flange sizes or need assistance, the Momcozy team is always here to help. Happy pumping!

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Ace Flange Sizing: Tips for Effective Breast Pumping

Achieve pumping perfection with expert advice on flange sizing at Save The Milk. Customize your breast-pumping experience for unparalleled comfort and efficiency. The dedicated resources provide essential tips for optimizing your journey in breastfeeding.  Visit savethemilk.com now to ensure your pumping experience aligns perfectly with your unique needs and preferences.

[growmechanical]

Ball valves are a type of valve used in a variety of industries, including oil and gas, chemical, and water treatment. They are versatile, durable, and easy to operate, making them a popular choice for controlling flow in pipelines and other systems.

At their core, ball valves use a spherical ball with a hole in the middle to control flow. When the handle of the valve is turned, the ball rotates, either opening or closing the valve depending on the position of the hole. This design allows for quick and precise control of flow, making ball valves ideal for applications where precise flow control is critical.

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I BRING YOU RANDOM INFORMATION ABOUT LACTATION YOU DID NOT ASK FOR BUT I OFFER ANYWAY BECAUSE MARINE CENTRE AU INVOLVES ✨️the pregante ✨️ (misspelled on purpose)

So, one of the big things is that the baby doesn't just have their mouth on the nipple, but part of the boob as well. That, and if breastfeeding hurts, then something is wrong with either the position or something else. Along with this, colostrum is milk. Don't listen to anyone who says it isn't milk, they're lying.

Another thing is breast pumps! Some flange sizes for them are really hard to come by, especially smaller sizes. Those likely need to be specially ordered.

Also! Nipple shields exist and come in different shapes because, just like the boobs they're part of, nipples have different shapes as well.

Why do I have this information? My mother is a lactation consultant! She inflicts this information on me on a regular basis and has crochet boobs! I'm simply spreading her tiddy expertise to those who might need it for either writing purposes or real life purposes.

Hehehehehe, I love this. Fun fact along that line because I work with horses who just had foals, foals if they do not suckle within a few hours they will die due to not getting the Colostrum and antibodies they need. We had to actually hold my little girl up to suckle. But she's now over a month old and a very strong and playful foal.

(May have been planning on using this in this fic when you sent me this)

also all I can think is when mc has the pups it's just them looking stunned at these two little babies and then to Quin. "Bayley what am I supposed to do, this isn't a human back I can't just breast feed them can I?, wait I have to don't I or they won't get the Colostrum they need, fuck what am I mean to do??"

Dale: they have sharp little teeth I wouldn't want that at all.

Mc: actually they have retractable teeth.

The team: since when?!?!?.

Mc remembering finding out after getting eaten out by Bluestreak: uhhhhh

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Mc sitting on the beach nursery two very small pups as Bumblebee sits beside them excitedly cooing and wanting to hold one of the babies.

Mc: be gentle Bee they are still very small.

Bumblebee: 'I will guard them with my life they are my little bitties.'

Pups with very grabbing hands wanting to cuddle with Bee, turns into little pile of pups and yearling.

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Mc having waterlogged skin from having to sit in a pool for hours on end with the pups while both nursing and making sure they eat the tiny little fish they are feed.

Oceanides all watching throught the glass/ fence becuase they aren't allowed in, due to Quin fearing they might try and mate with MC again.

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Quin: congratulations your the first human to ever give birth to oceanides, that has been studied, and both pups are healthy and with no issues. On the other hand the oceanides didn't have any other pups this year.

Mc: your telling me I'm the only one who had pups, and I'm not even one of them!!.

Quin: Yes, turns out apparently the human body seems to cope better with pups than theirs do, on that note, Magic (mirage) may or may not have kidnapped a man who he thinks he can have a pup with"

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Pride Pocket 15--Saddle Me Up

Kink belongs at Pride. I will not be arguing a fact.

For background, Tony was almost kidnapped by Doom and they're all a little out of sorts of how close he came to succeeding. Just need a nice little scene to decompress probably. You can also find this fic on ao3 (here). It's 5K so look out for under the cut!

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Bucky had brought out one of the Sybian saddles, the one with the thrusting attachments instead of the twisting ones. Tony stared at it from where he was standing at attention next to Steve. Normally he brought out both, gave them the controls, and whoever got the other to come first got the prize of Bucky fucking him. Tony hadn’t won very often, but even losing had been nice, left to shake and whimper on the saddle as he watched Steve bouncing in Bucky’s lap. But there was only one out now. Was it a reward? Punishment? A new game?

“One of you is going on the saddle,” Bucky said, and Tony’s eyes darted back to him. He smirked at them, filthy and mean. “The other goes on the rider’s dick.”

Tony couldn’t help a glance at Steve, hands gripping into fists behind his back. Steve would have to go on the saddle. As much as Tony tried to argue he was just as strong as either of the super soldiers, he knew that his knees couldn’t take even half of Steve’s weight for an extended period of time. He was built like a brick house and just as heavy. He took a moment to be disappointed about not being the one on the saddle, then straightened his shoulders again. Bucky obviously had plans, and he rarely ever missed his mark.

Bucky didn’t do them the disservice of pretending that Tony being on the Sybian was an option, instead reaching out to grab Tony’s chin and jaw and grip tight, just the way he knew Tony liked it. He forced Tony’s head back a little further to force eye contact. “You like squirmin’ on Stevie’s cock, don’t you, doll?”

“Yes,” Tony mewled, because he did. He’d never really considered himself a size queen before he’d fallen into bed with the super soldier duo, but Steve’s dick was so big that it took everything in him to remember to even breathe, he was so overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. He swallowed thickly against Bucky’s fingers, breath shuddering in his chest as he tried not to sag in Bucky’s grip.

“Think you can hold off coming on his cock, sweetheart?” Bucky drawled, using his grip around Tony’s neck to draw him in, close enough to feel his breath over his lips. “If you outlast Steve, I’ll let you come on mine while Steve sucks you off. What do you say, doll? You gonna be my good boy?”

Tony whimpered, hands coming up to grab Bucky’s wrist. “Yes,” he whispered, too afraid his voice would crack if he spoke louder.

Bucky’s smirk was absolutely filthy. “And maybe, if Steve does a good job, we can put you on the saddle after, so he can sketch you. Steve deserves a reward for being a good boy too, don’t you think?”

Tony nodded, hands tightening around Bucky’s wrist as he gulped again, knees going weak at the idea. “Yes.”

“God, you’re so slutty, I’m so lucky to have you,” Bucky sighed fondly, other hand reaching back to palm his ass and squeeze. He leaned in to press a kiss to Tony’s gasping lips, then leaned back, raising an eyebrow at Steve. “You need help gettin’ on the saddle, doll?”

“I can do it myself. Should I get pillows for Tony’s knees?” Steve asked, eyeing the cupboard where he kept his art supplies wantonly. Clearly, he was looking forward to his possible reward as well.

“I’ll get them,” Bucky replied, finally releasing Tony’s neck and jaw to slide his other hand back to his ass as well.

Tony whimpered again as Bucky pulled him in, pressing them together chest to chest, hip to hip, hands kneading his ass and pulling his cheeks apart playfully. “Buck…”

“Yeah, I’ve got you, doll,” Bucky drawled, fingers sliding in further, spreading him almost to the point of discomfort. He let go of one cheek so that he could wrap his free hand around the flange of the plug keeping him spread open and tugged, not hard enough to pull it out in one go, but enough that Tony could tell he wanted to.

Tony let out a keen and jerked his head back, going up on his toes to try and escape his hand. “Oh!”

Bucky gave him a chiding slap on the ass. “Hold still.”

Tony leaned forward to bury his face in Bucky’s chest, mumbling a half-hearted apology as his feet went flat again. His toes curled as Bucky returned to pulling on the plug, a moan escaping his lips as Bucky rocked it back and forth to wiggle it out of him. He lifted his hands to clutch at Bucky’s shirt, fighting the urge to go up on his toes again, lest the next slap go from chiding to properly punishing him. He couldn’t help the guttural ‘ugh’ that escaped his lips as Bucky finally pulled the plug free, blush coming to his cheeks as Bucky pressed the tip to his hole again and pushed teasingly so he could feel how well he stretched around it.

Steve let out a groan behind him, and Tony turned, feeling another rush of jealousy as he saw that Steve had fully seated himself on the dildo attachment, the leather of the saddle beneath him dark between his pale thighs. It was gone as quickly as it came though, and he couldn’t help but swallow thickly when he saw that Steve’s cock was already half hard, and as he rocked himself back and forth on his knees to make sure he got into a comfortable position, it quickly firmed up to full hardness. He was starting to have doubts he’d make it all the way onto Steve’s dick before he came, let alone before Steve got there himself.

Bucky grabbed his chin to turn him back and draw him into a long, deep kiss that made his toes curl again. Tony melted into it, licking into his mouth, and whined when he finally pulled back, just far enough that he could no longer kiss him, breath fanning out onto his face hot and damp. “You’re so needy, it’s hard to remember I need to show restraint,” Bucky huffed, and Tony couldn’t swallow back the needy whimper that proved it true if he tried, because Bucky was also smiling, so. He probably wasn’t upset by it.

“You can go stand by Steve,” Bucky finally said, and there was steel to his voice now. It made Tony stand up a bit straighter, focus a bit more closely, forget the way Bucky had been kissing him just a moment ago. “But you don’t get to lower yourself onto his dick until I get there so we can both situate you.”

Tony’s lips parted, a petulant ‘I can do it myself’ on his tongue. But when he looked up at Bucky, it shriveled away, and all he could manage was an embarrassed, mumbled ‘yes, sir’ because Bucky’s eyes were cold, calculating, almost like he was waiting for Tony to do something that he could punish. This wasn’t one of the times he could be sassy, Tony realized, walking over to stand by Steve obediently. They were all still too keyed up from the… incident at the last battle with Doom.

Bucky needed control after feeling helpless. Steve needed to let go of control and be told what to do after feeling the weight of everyone’s needs on the field. Tony… wasn’t exactly sure what he needed. He still felt too messy inside. So much had happened in such a short amount of time—things usually did when battles went off the rails. But he trusted Bucky and Steve to know for him. They always seemed to know exactly what he needed. He’d just have to trust that they’d know this time, too.

Steve reached out toward him once he came close enough, and Tony allowed himself to be towed in, letting out a little chuff of air as Steve wrapped his arms around his thighs and held him close, mouthing at his hip because he knew he hadn’t been given permission to go for Tony’s dick. Apparently, he also wasn’t willing to cross Bucky right now, could sense how tightly wound he was. Tony dug his fingers into Steve’s hair, holding him in place. He was suddenly quite afraid that he’d simply fall over if he didn’t have Steve holding him up.

“There you go, sweetheart,” Bucky said, his flesh hand clasping the back of his neck, and Tony huffed at the warm, steady heat of his grip. “Just needed a moment to settle, hmm? Steve, stop manspreading on the fuckin’ saddle.”

Tony peeled his eyes open, blinking slowly, just in time to watch Steve’s knees jerk in toward the saddle. They settled against the leather with a dull knock. He couldn’t help a quiet, helpless giggle at how petulant Steve’s pout was. He really did like to spread out when he could. But then, Tony thought, eyes finally drawn to Steve’s hard cock, he had a reason for it.

“Hungry for it, aren’t you?” Bucky asked, and Tony was nodding before he even realized what he’d been asked, forcing his gaze back up so he could tip his head back and give Bucky a slow, syrupy blink. Bucky slid his arm around his waist and drew him back against him. "You’re falling a little further than I thought, doll.”

Tony blinked again. Was he? He thought he was fine. They were going to sit him on Steve’s cock, and he wasn’t going to come so they could both get rewarded for it, and it would be good. He would be good for them. He wanted to be good. “Please let me be good,” he whispered, just for good measure. He didn’t want them to think he was having second thoughts. He just wanted to please them. It didn’t matter how deep he went.

Bucky pressed the backs of his fingers to Tony’s chin, and Tony followed his gentle pushing, tipping his head back against Bucky’s shoulder. “You’re always good for me, sugar,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to his exposed throat. “So good for me an’ Steve. —Okay,” he added, the sharpness in his voice making Tony’s eyes shoot open again.

He hadn’t even realized they’d closed. Bucky’s arm had tightened around his waist, and Tony realized belatedly that Steve had reached out and clamped his hands around his hips, eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock. His knees had given out, he realized belatedly. He’d almost collapsed where he stood, too focused on basking in Bucky’s approval, in Steve’s desire.

“I want to be good,” Tony blurted, hands coming up to grip Bucky’s arm, squeezing desperately. “Please let me be good. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I can be—”

“You are good, doll,” Bucky cut in, and Tony bit his bottom lip against more babbled pleas. Bucky’s voice had gone back to that low drawl, so he couldn’t be mad. Could he? His hand slid up and down Tony’s stomach. “So good for us both. But I don’t think you’re in any condition for what we planned.”

Tony’s heart sank to his toes. “I can,” he tried desperately. “I can be good. I won’t come until you say and I’ll be able to sit on the saddle for Steve and—”

“What do you need, Tony?” Steve asked gently, cutting him off. His thumbs had started rubbing gentle circles over the jut of Tony’s hipbones. It was nice.

Not nice enough to make him think he was getting out of this, though. Tony sucked in a wet breath, ashamed of how weak he felt in front of them. They were never weak. Not in front of him. They were super soldiers. They always knew exactly what they needed. He was the one who had to figure out what he needed from them each time they stepped into the bedroom.

And he still didn’t know. He had nothing to tell them. Tony worked his jaw, but no words would come. He just felt… messy inside. Like he’d been broken apart and put back together wrong, but he was the only one who could see it. All he knew was what he wanted, and what he wanted was to be good, but how could he be good if he dropped and they had to take extra care of him? He might not know what he needed, but he knew what he didn’t need, and that was being a burden that Steve and Bucky had to deal with when they were both already keyed up.

“Okay,” Bucky said again, gentler this time, and carefully turned Tony in his arms so he was facing him. “I think I know exactly what you need, doll.”

Tony felt the words ‘you do?’ desperately pressing against his lips, but he kept them bitten back. He didn’t want to seem like he was questioning him. Bucky had never been wrong before, anyway. Of course Bucky knew what he needed.

Bucky tipped his head, pressing his lips to the corner of Tony’s mouth, his cheek, his ear. “I think you just need to be held.”

Tony couldn’t help the way his breath hitched in his throat. That sounded… really nice. Both Bucky and Steve had joked about becoming his personal weighted blankets at one point or another, although he personally thought that they were way better, a steady weight and heat just spread out on top of him, gentle fingers carding through his hair and soft lips pressing against his skin. Maybe that was what he needed, to be wrapped in their arms, feeling them solid and alive around him. “Will you still think I’m good?” he asked, just to make sure, and he wished his voice hadn’t come out sounding small and hesitant, because he wasn’t a small and hesitant man. But he still didn’t want to be wrong. He didn’t think he could handle upsetting them.

“You’re always good for us, doll,” Bucky assured him, hand coming around to clamp the back of his neck again, just the way he liked it. “You still wanna sit on Stevie’s dick?”

Tony unlocked his knees in answer, sagging in Bucky’s grip again, but he didn’t fall far this time with Bucky’s arm around his waist, Steve’s hands carefully but firmly tightening around his hips. Maybe to be held really was all he needed, he mused, only vaguely aware that Bucky was swearing and rocking on his heels to make sure he didn’t just topple over on top of Steve.

“You’re gonna drive me to drinking,” Bucky huffed, but there was no heat to it. Maybe humor, if Tony allowed himself to think about his tone rather than making a grabby hand in the direction of Steve’s still-hard cock. “Incorrigible. That shouldn’t be cute. You’re so annoying.”

“Can I put him on my cock now please,” Steve cut in before Bucky could say anything else, and Tony watched the way Steve’s dick twitched where it stood between his thighs at just the thought.

“Fine,” Bucky groused, and Steve’s mouth spread into a wide, guileless smile as he took Tony’s weight through the grip he still had on his hips. “Slow, though, so I can wedge these pillows under his knees just right.”

Steve nodded obediently, and Tony moaned quietly as Steve carefully turned him so he was facing away. It took him a moment to remember to let his knees relax and bend with the motion, allow himself to be eased down instead of just falling and hoping he landed properly. He couldn’t help but marvel at Steve’s casual use of his strength as he felt the head of his cock against his hole—his arms weren’t shaking even a little, even as Steve teased his wet, open hole by lowering him just enough to feel the pressure of his cock and then lifting him off again. If Tony didn’t know that he was doing it to distract him from Bucky trying to get the pillows just right, he would have screamed.

“Okay, I think that’s good,” Bucky finally said, rocking back on his heels. “Stop teasing him, Stevie, or I’m gonna let him stab you.”

“I wouldn’t be injured for long,” Steve grumbled, but when Tony dropped his hands to wrap around Steve’s wrists, he could feel fine tremors of desire running through his arms.

Tony whimpered as Steve finally lowered him further, pressing in, his own knees jerking in to smack against the leather of the saddle as his body opened up around his cock. The plug had kept him open as Bucky had prepared the room for them, and he’d been well-lubed when it had been inserted, but Steve was always a special sort of ache—longer than any of the toys he chose to use these days, and thick enough that Tony always found himself biting into his bottom lip as his body opened up around it, until he felt he was wholly shaped for Steve’s cock.

“There you go, sweet thing,” Bucky purred, and Tony peeled his eyes open. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them. He was smiling down at him, pleased, just edging on smug, and it made his toes curl with pleasure. He liked when he pleased Bucky. “You ready for me to turn the saddle on?”

Tony squirmed as Steve’s arms slid around his waist and pulled his back flush with his chest, testing. Steve was a heavy weight inside him, and as he experimentally rocked his hips, he couldn’t help another whimper escaping his lips as Steve jerked his own forward in response, sending a zing of pleasure up his spine. Steve was one long line of heat down his back, around his waist, and Tony found himself sinking back against him with a sigh.

“You are,” Bucky murmured, flesh hand coming up to cup Tony’s cheek, thumb stroking back and forth tenderly. “You and Steve are so good for me, so sweet. Brace yourself, sweetheart.”

Tony barely had time to think ‘for what’ before he was suddenly reminded that he wasn’t just sat on Steve’s cock—he and Steve were also resting their weight on the saddle. Bucky started it at a minor thrum, and the vibrations shook through his thighs, against his balls. Steve’s hips jerked up as the vibrations went through him as well, and Tony howled as his cock rammed deeper inside him. His hands flew up to grab Steve’s arms around his waist, but all he could really do was hold on as Steve’s grip tightened around him, ride each of his stuttered thrusts as Bucky slowly cranked up the vibration speed.

It was hard to tell where the saddle ended and Steve began as the vibrations dialed up, pleasure fuzzing his awareness around the edges. Steve was buried inside him, each desperate hunch of hips driving his cock right over Tony’s prostate. But that almost seemed secondary to the saddle vibrating along Tony’s taint until they seemed to center directly in his balls where they were resting nearly at the edge of the vibrating plate. He was suddenly relieved that it was Steve sitting on the dildo and not him—he probably would have fallen apart as soon as Bucky turned it on and started thrusting, never mind slowly cranking up the vibrations. Having Steve panting in his ear though, that was nice, feeling held and surrounded and safe, as if Steve was the one holding him together. Bucky was right. It was exactly what he needed. He always knew exactly what he’d needed.

“Can I come,” Steve moaned into Tony’s shoulder, and he shivered, mouth dropping open to moan as Steve’s dick rocked back and forth with sharp, minute force. “Buck, can I come, please, he’s so hot inside, please, can I please, can I come—”

“Can Steve come in you, baby?” Bucky drawled, grabbing Tony’s chin to tip his head forward to make eye contact with him.

Tony blinked tears from his eyes, breath shuddering in his chest as Bucky turned the dial one more click. He felt as if the vibrations from the saddle were shaking him apart. It was so good it almost hurt, and it finally made him aware of his own hard cock, curved up against his stomach. He didn’t care if he came, he realized, head tipping back further, over Steve’s shoulder. He just needed to sit here, held, filled, watched, wanted. They could do whatever they wanted to him, as long as he felt like they were taking care of him while they were doing it.

“Tony,” Bucky said, voice just edging on sharp. Warning. He used the grip on his chin to jerk his head forward again, not as gently as the first time. “Focus.”

“I am,” Tony lied, blinking again. He worked his jaw, wondering what the right answer was. He feared ‘you can do whatever you want to me’ might make them stop, but he also wondered if he’d just accept a simple ‘yes,’ worrying that he was slipping under too far. He swallowed back a wounded noise as Steve used the arms around his waist to force his body down harder, cock driving deeper inside him as his balls were pressed harder into the vibrating saddle. “Mmh!”

Steve tipped his head to drag his lips from Tony’s shoulder to his neck, pressing them to his fluttering pulse as he murmured a desperate, “Please let me come in you, Tony.”

“I,” Tony started, more gasp than word. He gulped in air as Steve’s teeth bit into his skin, and the only reason he didn’t tip his head back again was because Bucky’s fingers were still wrapped around his chin. “I want… yes,” he finally managed, hoping it wasn’t too much or too little. Just enough. Just what he needed. “Yes, please.”

“Did you hear that, Stevie?” Bucky crooned, and Steve whimpered into Tony’s throat. “Tony says you can come in him.”

“Can I,” Steve panted into Tony’s skin. “Please, Buck, can I?”

Bucky tipped Tony’s head back a little, and Tony whimpered as he stared back at him through wet lashes. “Look at my boys,” he said, and his lips curved into a sly smile. “You’re both so good for me, both know exactly who’s in charge.”

“Please let him come in me, Bucky,” Tony mewled, more plaintively than he would have liked. His hands shook where they were wrapped around Steve’s arms. “Please. Please.”

Bucky’s grip on his chin tightened for a moment, then loosened, fingers trailing along his jaw. “Well,” he mused, fingertips drawing down his neck until he was pressing his fingers to Steve’s trembling lips on his throat. He waited for Steve’s mouth to still before he added, “Since you both asked so nicely, it would be cruel of me to say no.” He finally slid his piercing gaze to Steve, and Tony shuddered as if the threads holding him up had been suddenly cut. “You heard what Tony said, sweet thing. He wants you to come in him. Who am I to say otherwise.”

“I can come?” Steve asked, as if he didn’t quite believe it, but whatever he saw in Bucky’s face had him clenching his arms tighter around Tony’s waist. Then he moaned, pressing his face back into Tony’s throat. “Fuck, yes. Feel so nice on my cock, Tony—”

Tony’s mouth opened, perhaps to scream, but all that came out was a short, airy sort of sound as Steve’s arms clenched him tight enough to bruise. Tony finally managed a shocked little yelp as he was bounced on Steve’s cock, hard, ass meeting Steve’s thighs with a clap. He couldn’t tell what was better—Steve fucking him so deep that he could have sworn he felt him in his throat, or the vibrations of the saddle still reverberating through his thighs and balls.

Then Bucky’s flesh hand was wrapping around his cock, and the noise Tony let out was pathetic even to his own ears. “Buck,” he gasped, finally uncurling one hand to instead dig his nails into Bucky’s.

“You get t’ come too, sugar,” Bucky drawled, just the right edge of Brooklyn to it. “Because ya trust me t’ take care o’ you, don’tcha?”

“Bucky,” Tony tried again, unsure which way to rock—forward into Bucky’s hand, backward into Steve’s thrusts, or down onto the vibrating saddle. “Bucky-!”

“C’mon, sweet thing,” Bucky urged, grip tightening at the same time Steve bit down on his shoulder to try and muffle a whimper.

Tony choked on a sharp intake of air, too stunned to make more noise than that as Steve grunted and groaned into his skin, as if he’d been waiting years to be able to come instead of just a few minutes. Steve’s hips stuttered up against him as he tried to milk his orgasm as long as possible, trying to extend his pleasure. His arms were a solid weight around him, like hot steel bars, and Tony couldn’t help but finally whimper again. He was held. He was safe. He was exactly where he needed to be, protected between both super soldiers.

Tony’s body trembled in Steve’s grip as he came, hips rutting forward into the friction of Bucky’s hand of their own accord. His hand was warm. Not too tight. Over the pounding of his heart in his ears, he could hear Bucky murmuring something, but for the life of him, he couldn’t make himself focus to hear what it was.

Steve’s arms loosened around him, and he found himself tipping forward, into Bucky. His breath hitched in his chest as Bucky carefully wrapped his free arm around his shoulders, the coolness of the metal a shock against the warmth that Steve’s back had been. He heard a soft, mournful little noise, and it took him a moment to realize it was coming from him, an overwhelmed keen coming from deep in his chest. Too much. It was all too much.

“Look at you,” Bucky cooed into his ear, and Tony shivered, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “You took Steve so well, sweetheart, were so good for me. Do you need off the saddle?”

Tony’s hands gripped Steve’s arms tighter. “No,” he said, desperation clear in his voice, even as he wondered if he really did need off. ‘Too much’ could swiftly tip over to ‘over his head.’ He didn’t want to ruin this for either of them. But he still didn’t know what he needed beyond their arms around him. He felt Bucky’s arm moving behind his back and whimpered when he felt a hand threading through his hair, gripping just tight enough that it sent a thrum of heat through him, even as he whimpered at his head being tugged back.

Bucky tightened his grip until he met his eyes again as Tony ground his teeth nervously. “…Steve is staying on the saddle,” he decided, voice slow and thoughtful. “But you’re done. The vibrations are gonna be too much for you.”

Relief and despair immediately warred through him, and Tony couldn’t quite swallow back a whimper of shame. “I can be good.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t good,” Bucky answered, his eyebrows momentarily twitching down before he forcibly relaxed again. “You were very good, sweet thing,” he tried again, syrupy sweet, and Tony found his anxiety easing. “Just because you’re comin’ off the saddle doesn’t mean that you’re not warmin’ cock. You want it in your mouth, babydoll? Or your ass?”

Tony whimpered again, but as he lifted his head to meet Bucky’s eyes again, he found the shame had quelled. “Yes,” he answered helplessly, because both options sounded very good. “Please.”

Bucky let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head. “You do know how to please, doncha? C’mere.”

Steve whined loudly as Bucky hooked his hands under Tony’s arms in an attempt to lift him. He tightened his own grip around Tony’s waist in response, keeping Tony right where he was, speared on his cock. “No, you said—”

“I know what I said,” Bucky began, slanting him a sharp look.

“I wanna come in him again,” Steve cut in plaintively. “He feels so nice on my cock, Bucky, please, I can keep holding ‘im, won’t even let ‘im touch the saddle, lemme just—One more time, please—”

Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes, but he eased Tony’s weight back onto the pillows. He lifted his flesh hand to Tony’s face, thumb running under his eye carefully. “Do you think you can take another orgasm on the saddle if Steve holds you up, doll?”

“Yes,” Tony agreed readily. Whatever they needed. Steve could hold him up for hours. He’d done it before.

“Such an accommodating little thing,” Bucky sighed, voice teasing. “You’d say yes to anything, wouldn’t you?”

“‘m not little,” Tony huffed, but he couldn’t tell if he was just saying it to be contrary or not. He knew he wasn’t nearly as broad or as tall as either of them, and it was especially clear there, pressed close between their bodies. But they were the outliers here, not him.

Before he could tell them so, though, Steve finally unclamped his arms from around his waist to instead scoop under his thighs. Tony yelped as Steve hugged him to his chest again, legs kicking out uselessly as he was folded in half against him.

Bucky caught his ankles so he didn’t accidentally hurt himself, waiting until he stilled to release them. He shook his head at Steve with another sigh. “You’re such a brat.”

“He’s not touching the saddle,” Steve huffed, but he didn’t lift his head to meet Bucky’s eyes, either.

Bucky stared at him a little longer, just for good measure. Once he was sure that Steve was properly cowed, he lifted his hand to Tony’s face again, gently cupping his chin. “This comfortable for you, sweetheart?”

Tony nodded, but Bucky just raised an eyebrow at him. He squirmed, biting his bottom lip under Bucky’s stare, before he finally murmured, “Maybe just long enough for one more.”

“That’s what I thought.” Bucky slid his gaze to Steve. “You get to come one more time, then he’s off the saddle for the night.”

“Okay,” Steve mumbled into Tony’s skin, and he couldn’t help but whimper and tip his head to give Steve more room for his mouth.

“Such a good boy,” Bucky said, voice full of warmth, and his thumb pressed to Tony’s bottom lip. “For Stevie and for me.”

“Yes,” Tony agreed again, then mewled, pleased, as Bucky pressed his thumb into his mouth to suck on.

[starblightbindery]

FanFic Pipe Book Press

In 2022, I prototyped an affordable nipping press using black steel pipe fittings. The challenge: To make something under $100, compact, portable, and easy to make without electric tools.

I'm sharing the supply list here (under the cut) with updated thoughts and notes.

Please note that when I've linked to Amazon in this post, I'm using an affiliate link.

Basic Materials

QTY 1 - Press Screw 2 - ½ pipe Mini Flanges 2 - ½ pipe 90° elbow fittings 2 - ½ pipe 4in nipples 2 - ½ pipe 6in nipples 2 - 1x½ pipe hex bushing reducer 1 - 1x1 pipe cross tee 1 - Large hardwood board at least 16"x6" 1 - Smaller hardwood board ~ 9-10" across and at least 6" wide 8 - #8x¾ flat head wood screws

Press Screw The press screw is the crank/long screw in the middle of the nipping press. As of this writing, the most affordable press screws are the one by Pony Jorgenson or the one by ShopFox. For just a little bit more, McMaster Carr sells a beautiful stainless steel hole mount screw clamp from Taiwan.

½ pipe parts These form the bones of this book press. Pipe fittings are designed to be resistant to water pressure and are easy to assemble. You can find some at your local hardware store (cheaper) or order on Amazon. You have the option to use basic black carbon steel pipe or go fancier by using stainless steel. This will likely run you between $40-$65.

Wood & Screws You'll want a hardwood (like Oak, Birch, Walnut, etc.) not a softwood (pine or basswood) for this project to prevent warping. A strong plywood such as baltic birch may work as well. Most hardware stores will cut wood to size for you. The screws are for attaching the pipe to the wood--but, depending on how you want to engineer the press, you could also use bolts.

Additional Supplies

Sandpaper in various grades

Sealant for the pipes (especially if you use pipe that sheds carbon, so you don't stain your books. I used clear coat, you can look into shellac and other finishes that work for you.)

Wood Finish (I used tung oil, you have so many options)

Screwdriver, Hand Drill, or Electric drill

Mallet (if you want to pound the lead screw into the cross pipe

Epoxy to glue the lead screw into the cross, or to affix the base of the screw to the wood.

Optional Upgrades

Use a hole saw to drill through the wood and a forstner bit the size of the flange to run the flange through the wood from the bottom. That way, pressure isn't put on the wood screws and the press will last longer.

Use Rub N' Buff to decorate the press

Use longer nipples, such as 8" or 10" nipples, instead of the 6" to get more daylight.

This press is sized for fanfic binders, but if you want a bigger one you can size up the pipes.

If you can afford thicker wood, especially for the base, you may want to opt for 8/4 wood instead of 4/4 wood.

Happy crafting! Let me know how things go, and if you end up making one, I'd love to see a picture.

[synnthamonsugar]

DESTINYTOBER: Day 27 - Unlikely Allies

Read it on AO3

. . .

Immaru's flanges quiver as he watches Eris Morn slain before the Leviathan-Eater, frozen and braced for death by his blade until his attention abruptly turns to the Lucent Brood flanking into the Altar. 

This is bad. As all out melee erupts between Xivu's harbinger and Savathûn's forces, Immaru thinks as quickly as he can. As cornered-animal dangerous as the glowbugs are, he thinks they're out of their depth against the lesser hivegod. The flaming cleaver that crushes a cluster of acolytes like a boot through ants convinces him of his pessimism. 

Only one person in the room is a verifiable god-slayer, and she's tattered in a pool of her own blood. 

Darkness zone. He's trapped. But even if wasn't, he would think twice about turning tail. Sav likes this one, likes her a lot, and if he gets out alive she's gonna be right pissed to find out he got the unkillable Crota's Bane, Swarm's Bane, every-hive-else-in-the-system's-bane ganked on his watch. Oh, Traveler, why didn't he talk her out of such a stupid fight?! He should have never agreed to be left with Eris, at least then he wouldn't have THIS on his conscience, and more selfishly he wouldn't be staring down his choice of death at the hand of Xivu's lackey or Sav's talons.

All options narrow to one as more reinforcements meet annihilation. He has to act fast — he would rather not force a one-versus-one fight, better to sic her on him while his hands are full with the others. 

Immaru buzzes close to Eris. Her face is still wet with ichor, eyes extinguished beneath her veil. Tines quake as he spins apart, gathering enough Light to perform a revival —

Eris Morn awakens bolt-upright with a ragged breath. Clawed hands frantically search for something, right finally settling on the hilt of Night Terror, drawing it across her lap like a security blanket.

"Eyes up, champ — you're a Guardian, and I'm a Ghost. I'm your —" he pauses, " — let's go with your Ghost, but it's complicated. Look, I'll explain later. You were dead a minute ago, but you oughta have some real nifty powers now. You've already figured out the sword part I see. That big one over there — on fire? The one smashing the little guys who look like us? Yeah, that's who we're fighting, so you might wanna —" 

Staggering to her feet, Eris slings the sword across her back. "I know what to do," she says decisively, already dashing toward the harbinger as she crackles and arcs with blue-white energy, formidable daggers materializing in her fists as she vaults onto his back, digging one blade into the chitinous plates of his thorax while she slices the other across his throat, and he lurches, shocked, against one of the massive broken columns that litter the ritual site —

When the dust settles and the Leviathan-Eater is naught but a smoldering corpse, the surviving Lucent Brood gather around the Half-Hive Lightbearer, burbling with astonishment as they size her up. 

"NOT A WORD. Not until we see The Boss," Immaru threatens, quieting and dispersing the crowd.

"Boss?" Eris asks, following them toward the exit. 

He knows that Eris has no memory of this world or its logic, but it feels strange enough to say out loud that the words catch in Immaru's proverbial throat. " . . . Savathûn, my other Guardian." 

Three eyes narrow. "I feel as though I've heard that name before."

Dread creeps into Immaru. "Don't think too hard about it." Eris' eyes flick in his direction, askance. "Honestly — maybe sharing a ghost has linked you somehow. Damned if I know."

"Is it unusual for a Ghost to have two Guardians?"

"Unprecedented is what it is. One Ghost, one Guardian, that's the rule. But some people are worth breaking rules for." 

"Do you think she'll mind?"

Immaru chuckles. "For you? No, I don't think she will."

[five-rivers]

New pollfic chapter! Continued from here.

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Danny was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep on a table, so what was the soft thing under him…?

He peeled his eyes open to see a tasseled decorative pillow tucked under his cheek.  And… also a lot of hair…  Fur…?  He blinked, still sleepy and not entirely awake, and sat up.  

Not only had his head been given a pillow, he saw, but his wings had been nicely propped up.  It was very thoughtful of them.  But that didn’t explain the length of his hair.  Or fur.  Or whatever it was on his head and skin currently.  He hadn’t had a lot of time to examine it, but it didn’t feel like hair anymore.  There were layers to it.  

On closer, slightly more awake, examination, it wasn’t just the fluff on his head that was longer.  He was fluffier everywhere.  His fur was longer, and so were his feathers.  By inches in some places. Long enough that the ghosts had braided it in places.  Not only that, but the amount of his skin covered by fur had increased.  Before, it hadn’t passed his knees and elbows, but it did now.  It was much shorter than the rest of his fur, tapering off to a suede-like finish well above his wrists and ankles, and didn’t touch his inner arms or the backs of his legs.  It had spread further down his chest, tapering to his navel and spreading and thickening again at his groin, and up his neck, spilling onto the edges of his face.  

When he’d thought about growing a beard or chest hair, he hadn’t meant this.  He touched the fur growing near his ears.  It didn’t feel at all like a beard.  It was soft and feathery, like down.  

Speaking of his ears.  He traced up to feel them up to their tips.  They were properly fluffy now.

Was this… some kind of delayed transformation effect?  Or did this body just grow hair really fast?

On the plus side, it was all neatly and nicely brushed, not a feather out of place.  As he’d expected, it felt much better, compared to the disarray from before.

On the more confusing side, his fur length wasn’t the only strange thing.  Wherever his skin was bare of fur, it was covered in tiny, black, calligraphic symbols.  He sighed.  This must be another part of ‘grooming’ for this ghost, but he wished he knew what it all meant…

“Are you ready to write your name in the great book, now?”

Danny squeaked, the sound echoing throughout the large room.  Somehow, he hadn’t noticed the ghost there.  Maybe they’d been invisible?

He nodded and floated up off the table.  He… hadn’t really had the time to process how small he currently was, either.  And he was small.  Toddler-sized.  

The ghost seemed to be having similar thoughts, as they brushed Danny’s hair back from his face.  “The great book is just here,” they said, gesturing at the largest of the books chained to the table.  

Danny knelt on the table again, then opened the book.  He flipped through until he reached the last page with anything written on it.  Helpfully, the ghost handed him a feather quill, already inked.  Briefly, Danny wondered if it was one of their feathers.  It was sort of the right color and degree of fluffiness.  

“I just have to write my name, right?” he asked, trying to keep his voice quiet to match the quiet murmur of the surroundings.  

“Yes,” said the ghost, “it’s entirely straightforward.”

Danny bobbed his head, then put pen to paper.  He signed his name the way he always did, with a few decorative curlicues.  This was supposed to be important, right?  So he could be a little fancy to make things nice. 

Sparkles glittered at his wrist, like dust caught in a sunbeam.  The sparkles gathered closer, and flared into something cold and heavy on his wrist.  

“Um,” said Danny, looking at the bracelet.  The bracelet that had an odd, protruding flange on the outside edge of his wrist.  “What.”

“Oh, wonderful,” said the ghost, who sounded genuinely pleased.  He clapped his hands together, soundlessly.  “The library must think you are very valuable indeed.”

“What do you…”  He trailed off as more sparkles formed near the flange.  They turned into a solitary chain link.  “Is this a manacle?”

“The most valuable books in the library are chained to the shelves and tables,” said the ghost happily, waving his hand to indicate the books chained to the round table.  “So it is with all the most valuable parts of the collection.”

“I’m not a book,” said Danny.  “I’m not part of the collection.”

“Of course you are.  We all are,” said the ghost.

“What happened to bringing me back upstairs?”

“We will still do that.  The library will put you back where you belong.  Your guide has just finished preparing.”  

Apparently hearing this exchange, a ghost who had his mane braided away from his face floated down to the floor, smiling and waving in greeting.  When he reached out towards him, Danny shied away.  Another chain link coalesced from light.  

Could he trust that? Could he trust that they would bring him back up after this?  He obviously should have trusted them on this.  

The two links of chain tugged slightly towards an empty loop on the table, and Danny grabbed them in his opposite fist.  No.  He couldn’t trust them.  But how long could the chain get before it found a random spot to fix him to?  And would he be able to phase out of something that had a clear intention of preventing removal, even in human form?

He didn’t know. 

[victorianmilkmaid]

I’ve been working on my forced lactation process and was looking for recommendations on pumps and suctions. And any tips as well to help with the process

Hi there! I've been lactating on and off for more than two years without ever being pregnant. I've tried a manual (hand) pump, an Elvie wearable pump set, a Limerick "universal" pump, and a Spectra.

I MOST recommend a Spectra combined with some Pumpin' Pals flanges. The flange size is arguably the most important thing when inducing/forcing lactation, because you don't have someone's mouth adapting to the size of your nipple & areola--you need your nipple and areola to hit the exact right spot on the flange. Pumpin' Pals flanges accommodate 3 different nipple sizes per flange, meaning if your nipples slowly swell during a pumping session or over the course of your lactation, they're more likely to fit. (Plus, if you're small enough to fit in the 'small' Pumpin' Pals pack, you get super soft silicone.)

Brief overview of the pumps:

Elvie: medium quiet, hard to fit in a nursing bra for those with large breasts, and too weak to get out my entire milk supply once milk came in. PLUS these were a pain in the ass to clean. I'm tempted to sell mine since I only use them when I travel. However, they were super convenient for the initial 'dry' stages of inducing when you absolutely have to hit that 8-10 sessions a day.

Limerick: this thing is absolute GOLD if you have small to medium breasts. It doesn't work with anyone larger than a 19mm nipple, which was confirmed after I had to call their customer service line. "Universal" flanges my ass! It was VERY comfortable and works wonders for those who can find a secondhand one for cheap. It has all-silicone flanges that compress your areola very much like a nursing child naturally would.

Manual: shockingly powerful, good for traveling or using in a parking lot, took way too long to empty my boobs.

Spectra: powerful, cheap, and very quiet. I also like Spectra because they're so common, other companies have 'hacked' them with better flanges, cheap tubing, etc.

My biggest tips: be consistent! Hitting your 8 stimulation sessions a day is more important than having each pumping/massage/TENS-ing sessions last 20 minutes. If you can do 5 minutes 8 times a day, do that! Also, hand expressing is what finally increased my milk volume.

Good luck on your journey, and keep me updated!

Let me know if you (or anyone else) have questions about inducing lactation or being in an ANR! (absolutely NO ag3play, so no trigger warnings around that.)

[bignosebaby]

Hi! Can you explain how to tell the difference between the different types of orangutans? 🦧

Absolutely! The three species can be hard to tell apart, but there are small differences which distinguish them. Here's a comparative photo of adult males from each species from NE Primate Conservancy:

The first in this picture is the Bornean orangutan, and (at least in my opinion) this species looks the strangest, at least in terms of the fully developed adult males. The secondary sex characteristics such as the throat sac and flanges are typically very pronounced in this species whereas I find the Sumatran orangutans to be more subtle and less lumpy. Here's another Bornean male:

This species has the largest flanges, which tend to angle inwards towards the face. Their fur is also predominantly dark brown and burnt orange-- the darkest in colour of the three species.

The second photo in the comparative photo is a Sumatran orangutan. They have longer facial and body hair than their Bornean counterparts, and the flanged male face shape is more round. Chester Zoo (one of the only zoos in the world that houses breeding groups of more than one orangutan species) describes the flanges of Sumatran orangutans as being more slender compared to the fatty flange of the Bornean orangutan.

The third is the Tapanuli orangutan, the rarest and most recently discovered. Their fur is frizzier and thicker than the other species which is probably the easiest difference to observe if you're looking for yourself. Check out the bed head (and body) on this female Tapanuli orangutan:

Their fur is also the lightest in colour. Where the Bornean orangutan is dark brown and burnt orange, the Tapanuli orangutan is true orange with blond highlights .

Flanged males also have flatter cheek pads in this species. If the cheek pads are parallel with the rest of the face or tilt slightly outwards it's more likely to be a Tapanuli than either of the others, as flanged male Bornean and Sumatran orangutans sometimes have flange that angle inwards.

So basically:

Bornean orangutans: Dark fur, fat flange

Sumatran orangutans: Long orange fur, slender flange

Tapanuli orangutans: Frizzy orange fur with highlights, flat flange.

If you still can't tell the difference between the species, that is normal! Despite the three being distinct species rather than subspecies, most of their differences are in hard to see aspects like bone shape and size or downright invisible aspects such as genetic markers. Chester Zoo (cited above) even mentions that the differences between individuals are easier to spot than differences between the species. The important thing is that regardless of species, you looked at a wonderful orangutan.

[artifacts-archive]

Pair of Ear Spools

Mixtec-Aztec, Postclassic, 900-1520 CE

Ear piercing was among the most common of body modifications in ancient Mesoamerica, attested to by depictions in art and the great variety of ear ornaments. Materials ranged from paper and reeds to gold and jade. Shapes and sizes varied also, but most incorporated a cylindrical shaft, which might serve as the armature for more elaborate ear adornments or might itself be the adornment, sometimes called an “ear spool” after its shape (an alternate term, “ear plug,” invites confusion with the modern meaning of this expression). Ear spool cylinders were generally hollow and flanged at both ends.

[growmechanical]

Globe valves are an essential component of many industrial and commercial applications. These valves feature a spherical body with a movable plug or disc that can be positioned to control the flow of fluid or gas. Globe valves are commonly used in piping systems where precise flow control is necessary, such as in HVAC systems, chemical processing plants, and power generation facilities.

[feralwifey]

could you pray for me? my milk supply is drying up but my baby is only 3 months. want to avoid formula if possible... thank you and god bless

DONT GIVE UP DONT GIVE UP PLEASE IF YOU WANT TO KEEP BREASTFEEDING DONT GIVE UP

This is a very normal problem. After three months most moms give up because things change over time. It took me four months to figure it out. It helps to pump if your supply is down. Get yourself a mom cozy pump in my opinion they’re the best ones. There are different types, so many of them and each one will have a different result. If the pump isn’t right for you or the flange size is wrong you will not get a lot of milk. With a pump that is wasn’t right for me I got barely anything with the right pump I got so so much excess.

Nurse or pump or both every three hours. Only by doing it you will keep your milk supply up. Food and water helps increase milk short term but doesn’t actually increase the supply. Only by actually doing it you will increase your supply.

At first I struggled with this severely, everyone besides one other person I know gave up after three months. Only by sticking to it and nursing and/or pumping a lot you will get it up if you’re struggling. Most women have enough milk it’s a lie that so many women have supply issues what you’re going through is a normal thing when your milk supply is regulating itself.

It you need help or have questions about specific things please ask me I will try my best to give you advice because I cried for so many months about my milk supply at first there wasn’t enough and then I ended up with way too much. Now it’s been 16 months and I’m so happy I didn’t give up. Don’t give up. Don’t give up.

[blubushie]

So today, for a list of notes/shit I've gotta do to this ute to make it functional:

Tray rust: confirmed simple surface rust. Sandblast the rust off then put down bedliner.

Whatever dipshit painted the deep blue on there painted over the bevel. Gotta strip that off.

It has tow plug.

It has 1 original key, 1 spare, and 1 petrol key.

Manual choke.

Heater core needs to be flushed the bloke thinks. Might need replacing, says me. The latter's more likely.

Engine has not been tuned up since rebuild. Will need a tuning now that everything's settled.

It has new manifold gaskets on both sides, new flange gaskets on both sides, and dual exhaust.

Brake master cylinder has a booster—bloke thinks condition of master cylinder is because of shit coating that leaves the factory being the cause of them all rusting. "It's either shit metal or shit coating." I'm inclined to agree—every fucken one I've seen so far that didn't have a brand new—or painted—master cylinder is rusted to fuck. On the plus side the rust is just surface rust but I'm inclined to test that servo housing myself cuz I don't trust it.

Firewall looks good.

No water leaks, wipers are ok but probably need new pulleys.

Window rubber is tight and good, had a boot at one time.

HE HAS A SLIDE WINDOW SOMEWHERE HE CAN GIVE ME!! Probably the first thing I'm doing on this car is installing that fucken sliding window and my rifle rack.

Rear signals don't work because the pins/switches are mixed up, also horn doesn't work. Need to figure this out. If I can't do it maybe I can get that sparky down the block to have a squiz at it.

Engine sounds fucken incredible. 360 V8 with C6 tranny.

GVW is rated at 07500 so it'll hold Matilda.

Wheels are 16in 6ply.

2 petrol tanks, 20gal front & 25gal rear.

Fuel gauge doesn't work. Bloke has the new gauge ready, just hasn't installed it. Maybe there's a problem with the sending unit. Considering it doesn't work for either petrol tank I'm pretty sure it's not a float saturation problem.

Whatever dipshit installed the old manifold gaskets had the wrong size square which caused a leak (maybe F350?)—this is fixed now! She rides smooth.

Rust above windscreen rim causing improper seal along the drain rail—luckily it's not rusted through. Can be fixed but may need a plate welded on. I can do that myself.

Old BB holes in windscreen. I like them for their character but they're gonna crack the entire windscreen eventually, especially in the Australian heat as the windscreen warms. Need to replace windscreen.

One crack in dash around radio, dashboard is clean otherwise. I don't care about the crack but replace radio with an early 70s AM/FM with AUX jack.

ORIGINAL COLOUR IS PEACOCK BLUE WITH WHIMBELDON WHITE STRIPE! Restore to og paint because bloke wants me to. "I'm happy if it goes to someone who'll treat it well and make it look factory."

Passenger mirror is cloudy, needs a clean or possibly replacement.

Engine was rebuilt less that 3,000mi ago and has a 100,000mi warranty.

Bloke will get me a copy of the work order of all the work done to the ute—total of $12,000 for the work done.

"I know he did SOMETHING with the transmission." Tranny likely not rebuilt but WAS removed for alterations during engine rebuild.

Has hooks AND ringlets for turnbuckle attachment for camper.

Has rig mirrors.

Has reinforced tray springs. Has reinforced front, auxillary, and rear shocks.

No carpeting on interior. Get rubber mats I don't want blood in my carpet.

Get a seat cover so Misty doesn't ruin the vinyl.

Has manual steering and manual brakes. Get power disc brakes put in ASAP. I can do the power steering myself. In the meantime, maybe a suicide knob?