#line trimmer

[whystrain]

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[splickedylit]

captiancap asked: I'd like to see any art you have of the Michigan Fleet cast. I do really like them. feral-engineer asked: For art requests: can we get something with trimmer? Maybe a hug, or baby trimmer causing problems on purpose? damnfool-of-a-took asked: for the art prompt request! Michigan Fleet, kid!Trimmer🔪👀?

Y'all are just too kind 🥰 I've been sitting on boatboy sketchbook scans for a WHILE not getting around to them, so here are some folks--some on boats and some not, some from published books and some not! :D

Rich and Trimmer never met each other as kids which is probably for the best because Rich was an impressionable little dumpling and Trimmer was a fast-paced, daring, precocious bump/bruise-magnet, like many fourhands kids lol

[newtonsheffield]

Arriving home to see the grass needs to be cut again had me wanting to turn the hell around tbh

[faecaribou]

The Jims: We have no relevant skills!

Bim: I am unpleasant to work with!

Yandere: I like to cause problems!

Dark: Fuck, why would you say this after I’ve already finished signing the adoption papers?

[scattered-winter]

I should probably do something about all the string in my house huh :/

[rosesofvengeance]

I already said this to arson on insta but I am going to put it here too since the person who messaged you reminded me

isolation from friends and people is a sign of grooming you all can deny that all you want but it is and kipper has tried to isolate ash from people and friends more than once by making them not trust them

they are fucking groomer you all are so uneducated

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[wellnessletlossweight]

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[whystrain]

When doing Yard Work, Why Strain?

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"300 Montreal Coal Trimmers Strike," Kingston Whig-Standard. June 20, 1933. Page 1. ---- Their Wages Are Cut, But Say Welsh Coal Prices Remain Same ---- MONTREAL, June 20 - Rebelling against a reduction of their wages while the price paid by the consumers remains the same, 300 coal-trimmers employed by local firms importing coal from abroad went on strike here late yesterday.

The strikers complain that their wages have been reduced from 70 cents an hour for day work and 80 cents for night work to 63' cents for day work and 70 cents for night work, while consumers have had no reduction in the price of imported Welsh coal.

The strike spread rapidly from the yards of the Canadian Import Coal Company to the Dominion Coal Company and other yards.

A truckload of strikebreakers were prevented by strikers from starting work at the Dominion Coal Company plant.

[dmitriene]

helping simon riley to trim his hair, he had only recently returned home from the deployment, sagging body posture and limp muscles, even the bag with his belongings in his hands looked for the first time as if it was hard for him to hold it.

sunken eyes, the familiar molten gold of them is no longer as sparkling as it was, and there's no crinkling of smile in them, only exhaustion that beared in the dark circles on the pale skin, violet pinkish spots of colors a stark contrast to how simon usually looks.

you manage to settle him in the bathtub, through the shuffling of his tired feet on the floor and layers of grimy gear, scattered haphazardly on the tiled floor as you help him carefully into the warm, steaming water.

and simon goes lax immediately, back slumping against the ceramic whiteness of the tub, exhaling roughly through his chapped, thin line of lips as his eyes flutter shut, blonde eyelashes quivering lightly when he feels your soft palms settling against his nape.

weaving your fingers in the outgrown strands of greasy locks, tracing the way simon's muscles go further slack, head lolling forward, a muted plea to more of your touch, shuddering when you comply and move your hand up to burrow in the roots of his hair, squeezing.

let's you grab his hair trimmer, turning it on with a quiet buzz, pressing the short blade against the nape of his neck, watching the way little goosebumps erupt on simon's skin, making him shudder yet again, body reacting instinctively to the light tingling and the gentleness with which you brush his strands.

simon breathes softly, pieces of hair falling on the expanse of his bent back and rolling down his spine, his eyes fluttering open once the buzz ends, no longer echoing in his ears, the hair at his temples and neck is now comfortably short, as you press a small kiss to now revealed skin.

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[sweetimpurity]

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The buzzing of the electric razor fills the small apartment bathroom. The mirror is still a little foggy, a towel around his waist. Hot water still dripping down his back from his hair.  His dark eyes focused on the angle of his jaw. Running the trimmer over the edge and shaving away the growth of a few days' time. The square of his chin and down to his neck, trying to get it all even. Running his fingers over the freshly shaven skin. Hair falling into the bathroom sink. 

“Hey babe?” He calls. Your spot on the bed, phone in hand, distracted. “Yeah?”

“Can you see if this is even?” 

He waits, looking at himself in the mirror. When did those crows feet come in? And the smile lines. Those seem new. “Haa…” He sighs.

“Lemme see…” You murmur, entering the bathroom behind him. The humidity high from the steaming hot shower he just indulged in. Standing in front of him now. His huge height. Looking over the job he did. He’s so handsome. You can’t help but smile.

When did the crows feet come in? He thinks. He can’t stop thinking about it. Waiting for your answer and thinking to himself. Not nice thoughts. “Looks even to me…” You hum, smiling up at him, eyes drifting down his broad, built chest. Chest hair littered over his pecs. It’s wildly attractive. One of your favorite things about his body. “Okay…” He sighs. Not meeting your eye contact. 

He turns the razor back on. The buzz filling your ears. But you’re too distracted by his body to realize what he’s doing. Looking down towards his stomach and he’s holding the razor to his skin. 

“No, what are you doing?!” You squeal, startling him frankly so he flinches in surprise. You hand gripping his wrist, looking up at him with utter betrayal and he’s completely bewildered. “What are you doing…”

“I’m shaving, cariño…” He hums. Voice as soft and silky as ever. Even when he’s looking at you like you’re a complete crazy person. 

“Well you… you can’t shave that…” You stutter. What is he thinking? 

“I don’t like the hair, baby… it makes me look old…” He says matter of factly, gripping the razor and attempting the ultimate crime once more. “No babe! No, please don’t. I will literally cry…” 

“Babe. It’s hair, it’ll grow back. And then I’ll shave it again.”

“It’s your happy trail, Miguel. Do not shave it.” 

“Happy trail? Makes me look like an old man.” He huffs with a scowl at himself in the mirror. Turning the razor up to a higher setting, the buzzing higher and louder than before. “No no!” You whine, wrapping yourself around him, pressing yourself to his abdomen. 

“Why not…” He huffs, a little annoyed now with you latched onto him like that, preventing him from just doing it.

“It makes me happy…” You whine pathetically. And he just sighs. “Well then I’m shaving my chest or something… there’s too much hair baby. It doesn’t look good.” 

“No!” You whine, taking your voices up a few octaves to try and convince him. “It looks good, Miguel, you always look good. Why do you wanna shave it?” You look straight up at him, pleading eyes. 

“Makes me look fucking old I-I have crows feet, cariño. And smile lines. And- and gray hairs!” He exclaims, leaning forward with you still latched around him. Leaning close to the mirror and spotting a few stray grays grown in and tainting his otherwise dark curls. “You’re perfect…” You mumble, your voice muffled by his chest crushing you against the bathroom counter. 

“Ow fuck.” He hisses, pulling the grays out, or trying to, one by one. 

“Baby… Miguel… mi vida, mi amor…” You hum, using all the pet names he calls you, trying to stop his mind, his tunnel of bad thoughts. You can’t believe he would think this way about himself. “You don’t look old… you don’t look bad…”

“Don’t lie…” He sighs, frowning down at you. More like a pout. You want to kiss it off his lips. 

“I’m not lying. I’m telling the truth.” You sigh. Clearing your mind with a deep breath. Trying to see this from his point of view too. “If you… want to shave… if you want to pull the gray hairs out… then you can… you can do whatever makes you comfortable…” You explain, detangling your arms from him. He just looks down at you, listening to your words. “But you don’t look bad… I think you look perfect. You are perfect… just like this.” 

“You’re not just saying that?” He frowns, raising his brow at you.

“No… Mig. I wouldn’t change a thing about you… honestly…” 

He can’t help the smile at your words. “Do you actually like it? You like me with all this hair…” He says as if he’s trying to convince you you’re crazy. That you shouldn’t be attracted to him like this because he doesn’t think he looks good. 

“You look like… a man, Miguel.” You say, trying to make a point and he gives you a doubtful look. Like you’re just saying that to make him feel better.

“When you’re deep in me baby… I need this…” You say quietly. Laying your hands on his chest. The hair, the tan, the warmth. His brow cocks interested. Your words are getting through to him now. “I need it, I love it, please don’t shave it…” You whisper, pressing yourself to him, your arms snaking around his waist. A warmer smile breaks out on his face. His frustration melted into something softer. His arms finally wrapping around you in return. Pulling you with him, walking backwards out of the bathroom, back to the bedroom. 

…

“Oh baby! Mmm!” You sob and whine. Making so much noise, bouncing on his big dick, working in and out. His hands gripping your hips, bearing his teeth at the effort it takes to not paint your walls white immediately. But the way you want him. The way you so easily just built up his confidence when it was crumbling. Drives him crazy. 

His eyes are glued to the way your tits bounce, bringing his big hands up to cup them. Rolling the pads of his thumbs over your nipples. Pulling whines from your throat. Just laying back and letting you do all the work. Letting you put on a show for him, watching you swallow him whole over and over. His big dick buried in your sweet perfect pussy. Your hands stay glued to his chest as you ride him. His abdomen. His precious happy trail now sloppy and sticky now with your cum and slick. His hairy chest flushed and reddened just a twinge from your fingernails digging into his pecs. 

“Fuck fuck… ah…” You sigh, thighs burning from the workout and slowing down. But you just want to come so bad. You can feel the burn starting to cool. Until he juts up into you from below. Hitting your cervix and making you double over, splatting onto his chest. His thick arms, also scattered with dark hair, locking around your body laid on his. Keeping you locked down and fucking his hips up into you. You can’t help but scream and squeal. Your fingers desperately gripping into the sheets at his sides for dear life. Held down, your tits squished against his hairy pecs, his happy trail leading to the dark hair at his base, kissing your clit and creating delicious friction with every bed shaking thrust. “Mig… M-ah… Miguel!” You’re a moany mess, fucked to dust and back again. 

Soon enough the friction starts a fire, your eyes fluttering back and coming on him with groans of his name. How perfect he is. How much you love him. Every part of him. He growls deep and rough, one especially hard pound into your hole and he’s spurting deep inside. And whatever doesn’t fit dribbles back out mixed with your sloppy slick, staining the sheets. 

“More Miggy… I want… I want more…” You whine, nuzzling into his neck since he’s still holding your arms to your sides in a vice grip. He’s coming down from the high and you’re such a little needy bunny. He sighs, feeling you trying to move on him again. Trying to suck him back in for more. Clicking his tongue at your pathetic attempts. And yet he still gives in, rolling over, pressing you down into the mattress, sinking back in through your silky soft walls. 

“You’re gonna give me more gray hairs, baby…”

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[gia-d]

Back in October last year, I started reading This is an Adjuration by @not-freyja.

By the time I had made it to chapter 5, I had already started typesetting this story as I read because I knew this would be one of those stories that I needed to have on my shelf.

When I finally caught up to the story at chapter 31, I begged the author to let me bind this when it was finished.

Nearly a year later, and what is probably the most important bind of my life is finally finished. Check out these glamour shots, and if you want to hear more about the actual binding process and about how this fic actually changed my life, see below.

So funny story, before I get into the technical side of this bind, but this fic actually changed my life. Not as in I was greatly emotionally moved by the story, though don't get me wrong I absolutely was, but genuinely this fic introduced me to some of the best people I have ever had to privilege of knowing (Hello Class, you know who you are 🩷), and also, it introduced me to Freyja, the incredibly talented author, who, as I type this, is curled up in bed next to me fast asleep after flying half way around the world to go on a two week long date with me.

Moral of the story folks is comment on the fics you like. You might accidentally meet the love of your life on, and I can't believe I'm saying this, AO3.

Anyways, about the bind!

This bind was a challenge from day 1. I had to do the typeset for this 300k word fic 4 times, and had to split it across 2 volumes. This was the longest fic I have ever attempted to bind, and it was so thick I couldn't get it in the paper trimmer.

To make this book as durable as possible, I attempted a few techniques. I secured it with 3 tapes, I made an Oxford hollow, I rounded the spine, I made a slipcase and I used 2.3mm boards where normally I use 1.8mm.

The slipcase is covered with embossed faux leather, buckram and plain ribbon, and lined with gold satin fabric. I've never made a slipcase before so this was an experience.

The books are covered with an emerald green silk finish bookcloth which really gave the books the luxury they deserved. I foiled custom end papers as well as every chapter title page using heat reactive transfer foil on toner ink (never again I am never doing that again omg it took days). Huge thank you to @la-sera for letting me use her artwork which helped inspire this fic!

The grey flashback chapters I had to use HTV for the border decoration and I'm very happy with how that turned out because it was so easy and straight forward, unfortunately it just wasn't viable for the whole book.

It feels weird to finally have these books done. They have my blood, sweat, tears and my heart poured into them, and I've been working on them for so long that it's odd to actually have them finished. I'm so proud of this bind, and feel like I've grown so much as a fanbinder by making these.

Anyways, if anyone has any questions about the process, please don't hesitate to ask!

(and if you are an Linked Universe fan and haven't read Adjuration yet, this is your sign!)

[futureperfectchanges]

H-Otter Whisky: Part 2 - The Studs

"Haven't these guys heard of a razer?" Hunter said to his friend Ian as they made their way to the bar at Infernos nightclub. "Or at least a trimmer?"

"It is bear night." Ian replied as they passed the dance floor, his eyes watching a bear and otter grinding up together whilst their hands explored each other's bodies.

"Sure, but if you had that much body hair why would you want to go around topless? They should be told to keep their shirts on and leave the showing off to studs like us!" Hunter ran his hand across his pecs and felt the traces of stubble that he had on his own chest. "I've not shaved for a week and already I'm getting embarrassed."

As they came to the bar Ian didn't say anything as he knew there was no point arguing, but he actually thought the stubble looked good on Hunter and went well with the neatly trimmed facial hair he had.

"What can I get you guys?" the bartender asked.

"Two beers please" Ian replied

"And a couple of shots of tequila." Hunter added, before leaning over to Ian and deliberately saying loud enough to be heard by those around them: "We need to have something strong to take our minds off the hairy freaks in this club!"

The bartender paused as he heard Hunter's comment and could practically feel the tension around the bar rise up. His first instinct was to ask the customer to apologise and leave, but then thought that there might be another way to deal with the situation.

"You know if you want something strong then I have a bottle of whisky that is particularly powerful. Plus I'm sure it will take your mind off anyone else's body hair."

"Hey, if it is stronger than the tequila then lets go for it." Hunter responded. "In fact make mine a double!"

The bartender picked up the bottle of H-Otter whisky and poured out the shots. As the two customers downed their drinks he could already see the first hairs appearing on their chests.

Hunter felt the whisky burning as it went down his throat. He turned to Ian and was about to ask what he thought of the whisky when he noticed a shadow forming on his friends chest.

Ian had never been able to grow more than a few hairs in the centre of his pecs, so Hunter was shocked to see hairs spurting out across Ian's chest. The hairs then rushed in a thick line down to his stomach where they spread out again covering his six pack. Hunter wasn't sure if it was the due to the new coating of hair, but Ian's six pack started to seem less defined and his arms and chest also appeared smaller, but nothing prepared Hunter for the facial hair that burst out from Ian's face. Ian had always gone completely clean shaven, but within moments he had grown a full dense beard.

"Definitely strong." Ian said as he confidently slammed his shot glass down on the bar.

"Ian, what, er, I mean look at your body, you're covered in hair!" Hunter stuttered to his friend.

Ian looked down and wondered what Hunter was talking about as he had always had a hairy chest. "Looks fine to me, still not quite as much hair as you though."

Now it was Hunter's turn to be confused. "I've never had nearly that much hair on my chest." Hunter said before looking down at his own body. He froze in shock as he saw the hairs running up his stomach and the forest covering his pecs. "This can't be real."

Hunter kept staring at his stomach as he ran a hand through the hair in the hope it wasn't real. He tried to see how much of his body was now covered in hair but something was stopping him seeing the top of his chest. He moved his hand up to grab whatever was in the way when he realised he was holding the end of a beard.

Hunter used both of his hands to feel the huge beard he had grown. He was surprised by how soft it was, but still panicking about what was happening. "This isn't right, we have to shave."

"Shave?" Ian replied. "You've been growing that beard for over a year, why the sudden thought about shaving?"

Hunter kept stroking his beard as he found doing so was giving him a calm feeling. "Something is wrong about this hair."

"What's wrong?" Ian said starting to get worried himself.

Hunter was getting confused, he knew he had been panicking about something, but now couldn't quite remember what it was. "Something about my beard I think."

"Stop screwing around, you know you have the most impressive beard in the club."

Ian's compliment helped Hunter to relax. "I think I was worried someone had cut it or something. Can you imagine me without a beard, I'd look like a child!" Hunter took a couple of deep breaths before adding: "Okay, panic over, what were we talking about?"

The bartender chose that moment to bring over their beers before saying to the guys: "You were saying something about hairy freaks?"

"Oh yeah!" Hunter exclaimed. "That's us. We were the first guys at our school to get body hair, and the other kids called us that as an insult. We knew they were just jealous though, so we took the name on for ourselves."

Hunter and Ian picked up their beers before Hunter added: "So cheers to being a proud hairy freak."

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 19: Four Seasons Landscaping

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: dubcon; noncon; tentacles; cumflation; plant-fucking; creampie;

A/N: Apologies if this one feels rushed. It is. Today's been remarkably busy for a Sunday so I bashed this one out quick. I left the CWs on for dubcon and noncon because fem!reader isn't into it at first, even if she gets into it pretty fast. Read at your own discretion, but this is much nicer than yesterday's

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Another day, another job. You checked your docket, this sure was the address. You sighed heavily, was this another case of them giving the only woman at the firm the shitty job again, or did someone seriously see the half acre of bramble and overgrown hedges and call it "light weeding"

You may never know

First off was the perimeter hedge, where it overhung the street. Your trimmers made short work of the overhang, even if you did need the long ladder to get to the top of them. Whoever owned this plot really liked their privacy to have planted ten-foot hedges around the entire property line. You weren't sure how the neighbours felt about it, but you're only being paid for the street-side so you couldn't care less.

At least the pavement was clear now, and working inside such a private plot really limits how much randos from the street can catcall you. That's one plus, at least.

The docket specified no weedkillers, so you can't just put on a rubber suit and salt the earth with glyphosate and a cocktail of other chemicals adorned with fun-looking warning triangles. You pulled on your overalls and stocked your toolbelt with an array of trowels, secateurs, shears, forks, strimmer wire, a trusty multitool, and a pair of heavier gloves, just in case. Armed with the tools of your profession, girded in denim dungarees, safety specs, and ear defenders, you started your mechanised assault on the wilderness.

You cut your path into the tangle of weeds and vines. Foliage piled high upon itself on wither side of you as you hacked inwards. You wondered if a machete would be a better tool when you remembered: you actually have one in the van! You'd been given it as a joke when you started, but a quirk of the law let you keep it around so it lived in a cubby in the centre console. You turned to make your way back.

Your path had closed behind you. The piles of plant matter leaning on each other and blocking your way. You shrugged and revved your strimmer. Cutting out should be as easy as cutting in.

In theory.

As soon as the wire hit the brambles, it snarled up. You heard the engine struggle, then stall entirely. Damn. You couldn't pull the machine free. The secateurs came out, and you leant down to cut it out.

Big mistake.

You hadn't noticed the vines that had wrapped themselves around your ankles when you turned, and tripped, falling into a bank of thorny vines. You felt the brambles piercing your gloves and long sleeves. Your hands wouldn't pull free. Your legs were rooted to the ground. You struggled against your bonds, thorns biting deeper with every movement.

You start to panic.

Plants don't act like this.

Plants don't do this.

You felt the briars start to pull at your ankles. Plant's definitely don't do this. You called out as you watched the entrance recede from you as you were hauled over the cutting barbs, deeper into the tangle.

Nobody came.

The vines were pulling you on, you could tell you were going downhill, though the plot should be level. A sinkhole perhaps? It didn't matter, down you went. You craned your neck to look behind you. Trying to get a glimpse of where you were going. That's when you saw it.

A flower. Huge and angry pink. You were going straight towards it.

You felt the petals close around your waist. Your hands were free now, but you couldn't wriggle them between your flesh and the opening of the plant. Each ankle was being pulled a different direction, holding you spreadeagled within the plant. You felt something strange within the flower, like your clothes being moved around on you. Something was... rubbing your legs? For some reason your skin felt wet

Wait

Those overalls were waxed. Waterproof. Nothing should be getting on your skin unless... Oh shit.

Your clothes are being digested. The plant must be carnivorous, which made sense, why else would it have vines that drag you into it? It didn't hurt though, which was strange. Whatever the plant was using to so rapidly eat away at your clothing didn't seem to damage your skin, or even sting when it hit the scratches the vines were still leaving on you.

Something pushed up what was left of your trouser leg, tearing the weakened material away from you, leaving you almost completely bare inside the bell of the plant. Next came your underwear, the thin cotton didn't offer any resistance to the digestive juices daubed on it. Now those same tendrils were painting your bare crotch. You felt your cheeks flush with arousal, this plant felt pretty good. The tendrils kept going, lubricating you and running between the lips of your cunt, as though a lover tenderly licking you up and down.

Every stroke caught your clit, your hole, your ass, first one way, then the other. Your breathing was getting heavier as the rubbing edged you closer and closer. Your hands strayed to your tits, cupping and squeezing as you rolled your head back, delighting in the sensations until you reached your peak, crying out as your release simmered over you.

Another tendril was pressing against you now. This one was moving with more purpose, pressing against your pussy until it entered your well-lubricated hole. You whined as it filled you, anticipating another orgasm as it started to thrust in and out, worming around and stretching you out. The insistent thrusting and continued attentions on your clit drove you to another screaming finish before you felt a hot, thick liquid filling you up. More and more it pumped into you, your womb ached with the amount and you could feel your belly bloating, growing large and round with the sheer volume of the stuff.

As quickly as it began, it pulled away. The vines loosened from your ankles and the flower released you, leaving you to cut away the last tangled pieces of vine from you and start the slow climb out, leaking a thick golden sap from your cunt as you dragged yourself uphill.

It took you over an hour to get back up to your strimmer, which you cut out and dragged behind you as you wobbled back into the van. By some miracle, your toolbelt was still largely unharmed, and everything that was on it before was still there. Along with, tucked into one of the thick, heavy-duty gloves, the end of a vine.

You're no botanist, but you know how to propagate a plant.