#k-mount

[neilkesterson]

Dotted Quarter Note by Neil Kesterson Via Flickr: This on the side of a music education building that I spent many, many hours in. Ricoh XR-7, Ilford Delta 100, Caffenol stand

[gryphon1911]

Pentax 20-40mm f/2.8-4 Limited Lens Review

Background I thought about getting the Limited primes setup I had previously with my former Pentax bodies. Those were the 21mm, 40mm and the 70mm. This go around, I decided to see what the 20-40mm Limited zoom had to offer. Got this lens for half of what it would cost me to get the 21mm and 40mm alone. While not as small as those lenses – why not give it a go as I’ve never had it before! Let’s…

[yesmissnyx]

Let me be your possessive attack dog gf 🐺💞

[officialrailscales]

Coyote + OD Green + Fifty Shades of FDE 🎨

RSB/M | Terra Bronze

QTR Stop | Terra Bronze

HTP Solo’s | FDE | Dragon Texture | 1-Slot

HTP Solo’s | OD Green | Dragon Texture | 1-Slot

HTP Solo’s | OD Green | Dragon Texture | 1.5-Slot

QDX Sling Mount | Terra Bronze

MCX CSMR Button | Terra Bronze

- RS

[no-psi-nan]

Hey gang, do we think the ghosts in the Saiki world are affected by Saiki's yearly global restoration + mind control wombo combo or nah?

Discuss.

[neilkesterson]

Corner Chåteau by Neil Kesterson Via Flickr: Ricoh XR-P, FPP Wolfman 100-Caffenol CH

[gryphon1911]

Pentax smc 70mm f/2.4 Limited Review

© Pentax-Ricoh Background More into the Limited primes from Pentax! The 70mm f/2.4, which is roughly a 105mm field of view, fits well with the other Limited lenses in the current stable – 21mm, 32mm which were reviewed prior! Will the 70mm be in the same league as the other Limited lenses or will it fall short? Read on to find out. Disclosure – images were post processed to my liking and in…

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

The Ascent of Mount Doom by Darrell K. Sweet

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[gabs-bella]

ᄎㅤㅤ𐴲ㅤ Cap Joga & Mount icons 120x120 ׂ ㅤ★

[thatsdemko]

the men that would remember to take off your makeup/do skincare routine after a night out

Lewis Hamilton: you can’t tell me this man doesn’t have his own skincare routine!!! he would defs be so gentle and patient. he knows all the steps and you both probs do your routines together

Charles leclerc: I think he’d remember 9 out 10 times like he knows what products you use but he doesn’t know the order

Arthur leclerc: he gives soft puppy vibes like whatever you do he does, so if you have a nighttime routine he’s doing it to which means he remembers

Mason mount: clueless but he remembers. that’s all I can say for him

Kylian mbappé: another man I feel like has a skincare routine(probs too embarrassed to admit it) and defs is gentle but also makes lighthearted jokes while you’re drunk

Josh giddey: he either has a routine or doesn’t but he defs remembers and helps you. for sure makes jokes about how drunk you are as well

mat barzal: controversial but I think he would remember maybe 5 out of 10 times or just wash your face with soap and water(but it’s better than nothing?)

Pierre gasly: oh he has it down to a pat. he knows what products you use for morning and night. I feel like he also sets the products out on the bathroom counter to remind himself to help you

[officialrailscales]

MCX-K SD

RSBM-P Grip | FDE

TerraCore 3-Slot G10 XOS MLOK Scale | Matrix Texture

TerraCore 4-Slot G10 XOS-H MLOK Scale | Matrix Texture

TerraCore 4-Slot G10 XOS MLOK Scale | Matrix Texture

MCX SD-Rail Light Mount | Terra Bronze

MCX CSMR Mag Button | Terra Bronze

- RS

[beeftendergroin]

Taxidermy: The art of mounting, stuffing, and preserving for the purpose of display.

Thank you @unlovedanimals for that cannibal obikin post, which gave birth to anakin eating obi-wan's uterus😔🤰

[surrealistghostboy]

Need someone to push my back down to make my arch. Need them to mount me and lay their chest flush against my back while they pound my boy cunt so hard. Wrap their arm around my chest and grab my neck tightly while whispering that they’re about to cum.

[neilkesterson]

Rainbow's End by Neil Kesterson Via Flickr: Ricoh XR-7, Ilford Delta 100, Caffenol stand

[gryphon1911]

Pentax smc 21mm f/3.2 Limited Review

Background One more Limited lens in the world of Pentax. The smc Pentax-DA 21mm f/3.2 Limited lens is a small little lens. Little it is, not as small as the 40mm f/2.8 Limited, but nicely compact. A field of view of 32mm on the APS-C sensor cameras, this is a bit of a wide “normal”. If you want to deep dive into the whole DA Limited lens experience, here is the official Ricoh website with…