#magnetic tiles

[crayonkiddo-24]

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[vipblogger]

Unleash Creativity and Fun with my Playroom Magnetic Tiles!

Introduction:

In the ever-evolving world of children's toys, there's a timeless classic that continues to captivate young minds and spark creativity – Magnetic Tiles. Among the myriad of options available, my playroom has emerged as a leading brand, providing a unique and innovative twist to this beloved playtime essential. Let's dive into the magnetic world of my playroom tiles and discover how they can transform your child's play experience.

Unlocking Imagination:

At the heart of my playroom's magnetic tiles lies the power to unlock boundless imagination. These vibrant, interlocking tiles offer endless possibilities for creative play. From constructing towering castles to designing futuristic spaceships, the only limit is your child's imagination. The magnetic force ensures that their creations stay intact, providing a sense of accomplishment and pride.

Educational Benefits:

Beyond the sheer fun, my playroom Magnetic Tiles offer a plethora of educational benefits. As children engage in building and designing, they develop crucial cognitive skills such as problem-solving, spatial awareness, and hand-eye coordination. The tiles also introduce basic principles of geometry and physics in a hands-on, intuitive manner, making learning a joyful experience.

Quality and Durability:

When it comes to children's toys, durability is a top concern for parents. myplayroom understands this, and their magnetic tiles are crafted with the highest quality materials to withstand the rigors of play. The strong magnets ensure a secure connection between tiles, allowing for intricate designs without the frustration of constant collapses. Invest in a toy that not only entertains but also stands the test of time.

Versatility in Design:

One of the standout features of my playroom Magnetic Tiles is their versatility. The tiles come in various shapes and sizes, allowing children to experiment with different configurations. The set includes squares, triangles, rectangles, and other geometric shapes, enabling the creation of diverse structures. This versatility not only keeps playtime exciting but also encourages cooperative play as children collaborate on complex designs.

Safety First:

When it comes to children's products, safety is paramount. Rest assured, my playroom Magnetic Tiles comply with rigorous safety standards. The edges are smooth, eliminating the risk of sharp corners, and the materials are non-toxic, ensuring a safe play environment for your little ones. As parents, you can have peace of mind knowing that your child is playing with a product that prioritizes their well-being.

Enhanced Learning with Design Ideas:

To kickstart your child's creativity, my playroom provides design ideas that come included with the Magnetic Tiles set. These designs act as inspiration for children to embark on their own imaginative journeys. From simple structures to intricate patterns, the design ideas cater to various skill levels, ensuring that every child can find something exciting to build.

Ready to elevate your child's playtime to new heights? Embrace the world of my playroom Magnetic Tiles today! Visit our website to explore the full range of magnetic tile sets and unleash your child's creativity. Take advantage of the chance to provide them with a toy that not only entertains but also educates them.

Conclusion:

In the realm of children's toys, my playroom Magnetic Tiles stands out as a beacon of creativity, education, and quality. As your child delves into the magnetic world of endless possibilities, they'll have a blast and develop essential skills that will benefit them for a lifetime. Invest in the future of play with my playroom Magnetic Tiles – where imagination knows no bounds.

[toyparkau]

Magnetic Tiles: The Perfect Toy for Kids Who Love to Build

If your child loves building and creating, then magnetic tiles might just be the perfect toy for them. These colorful tiles have small magnets embedded in them, allowing them to stick together in all sorts of configurations.

One of the great things about magnetic tiles is their versatility. Kids can use them to build all kinds of structures, from simple towers and walls to more complex creations like cars and robots. And because the tiles are magnetic, they're easy to work with and can be taken apart and reconfigured in endless ways.

But magnetic tiles aren't just fun—they're also great for developing important skills. Building with magnetic tiles can help kids develop their spatial reasoning, problem-solving, and fine motor skills. And because there's no right or wrong way to build with magnetic tiles, kids are free to experiment and explore, which can foster creativity and imagination.

So if you're looking for a toy that's both fun and educational, consider getting your child a set of magnetic tiles with Toypark Australia. They're sure to provide hours of entertainment and learning opportunities to your loving younger ones.

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

a little magnet

[qmabailor]

Ya know what I think is a travesty?

THE ATHENA CABIN DOESNT HAVE MAGNATILES.

Do you know how much architecture they could accomplish and teach to others using those sucker's? I work at a daycare and let me tell you, kids learn about structure waaaay faster than their ABCs with those things.

They of course have the square ones but they have since started to make curved ones and diagonal beam type ones.

Can you imagine the Athena or Hephaestus Cabins drafting their chariots with the magnatiles before they waste materials on something that structurally wouldn't work? Do you know how much time that could save?

There's so many possibilities with these things.

[mpcomagnetics]

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[considerad]

Day 4

[butleroftoast]

Name: Magnet "Maggie" Tile

Race: Hill Dwarf

Age: 178 (middle-aged)

Class: Barbarian (Berserker)

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance: Nothing striking, at a first glance: stocky and round, with her brown hair tied back at the neck in a low bun and her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Wears practical, sensible clothes, and a silver amulet of the sort available at the local temple for a reasonable donation. Carries a butcher's knife and a heavy stick slightly too often to be completely normal.

Background: Known to all and sundry as Maggie, this dwarf runs an inn in Scrantz often frequented by House Skullduggan. The inn stocks the ruling family's wines and conducts a fair amount of business with them. Over the years, watching their human generations rise and fall, Maggie has become well-acquainted with the Skullduggans, and is one of the few people who can get away with giving them a piece of her mind when they overstep boundaries.

This is thanks in part to her history as an adventurer. Although she generally prefers to run the inn these days, you don't own such a place without seeing your share of travellers passing through, and it was only natural that she would eventually be persuaded to join one of them. She has plenty of stories to tell when conversation runs dry.

In her spare time she volunteers at a local temple. She is of a fairly religious mind and feels it is her duty to do this, particularly after her adventures have called her away for a while. It's not unusual for her to be up all night keeping a handle on rowdy patrons, then be off to the temple at the crack of dawn to help set up for the day and welcome early worshippers.

She is, on occasion, the subject of the amorous attentions of Robin Skullduggan, but seems more inclined to indulge this unlikely paramour rather than wholeheartedly reciprocate her passion. Perhaps she finds it useful to have a tame (well... merely semi-feral) Skullduggan in her pocket.

[magnetic-holders]

Neodymium Magnetic Tiles

Arc or segment shape permanent magnets are known as magnetic tiles and tile magnets. To ensure durability, surface treatments like zinc plating or epoxy coating are applied. Choose from radially or diametrically magnetized tiles based on your application. 

Our custom neodymium magnetic tiles offer versatility without the need for molds. Simply provide your drawings, and we'll deliver tailored solutions for your motor needs. Elevate your projects with precision and performance – inquire and order your rare earth neodymium magnetic tiles today!

Application of Magnetic Tiles

Neodymium magnetic tiles find primary applications in DC motors featuring permanent magnets. In contrast to electromagnetic motors relying on excitation coils for magnetic potential, permanent magnet motors utilize magnet materials for a consistent magnetic field. Employing permanent magnet tiles as an alternative to electrical excitation brings numerous benefits, streamlining motor structure, easing maintenance, reducing weight, minimizing size, ensuring reliability, lowering copper consumption, and promoting energy efficiency.

Surface Treatment is Needed for Neodymium(NdFeB) Magnetic Tiles

Neodymium (NdFeB) magnetic tiles, also known as neodymium tile magnets, lack rust resistance and are prone to corrosion. To enhance durability, these Neodymium(NdFeB) magnetic tiles require protective coatings such as zinc plating, nickel, and epoxy coating. Addressing the susceptibility to rust and corrosion, these surface treatments ensure longevity.

Magnetization Direction of NdFeB)Magnetic Tiles

Considering the application, the magnetized direction of Neodymium(NdFeB) magnet tiles can be tailored to either radially or diametrically magnetized. When reaching out for rare earth Neodymium magnet tiles, specifying the desired magnetization direction is crucial.

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[crayonkiddo-24]

[reclaimfoodandfarming]

Kitchen Dining in Nashville Large country l-shaped eat-in kitchen photo with a farmhouse sink, stainless steel appliances, red cabinets, white backsplash, an island, recessed-panel cabinets, granite countertops and travertine backsplash

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。yours, always yours

synopsis. satoru has always been yours—and he needs you to know you’ll also always be his

— word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)

— contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!

— notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys

satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, it’s never been a secret.

“you want me to wash your hair?” you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.

“sure,” he mumbles, “don’t tug.”

“i never tug,” you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but it’s not the usual laugh satoru gives you. it’s mechanic, almost—just there to fill the space. “baby?” you ask softly.

“yeah?” he asks, “oh, should i bend a little? sorry, i—”

“what’re you thinking about?” your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.

he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. “just how nice it is to be pampered. maybe i’ll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.”

“satoru,” you insist. you know—and he knows it too. “tell me?”

“why’d you do it?” he mumbles, “why’d you listen to him?”

“toru, you know why,” you sigh, “you know i didn’t think there were any other options.”

“you could’ve talked to me,” he furrows his brows, “just because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesn’t mean we have to break up.”

“i was afraid you’d choose me.” it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you can’t bear to admit.

“i would have chosen you,” he agrees, “why’s that bad? how’s that wrong—”

“you’re not thinking about the bigger picture,” you shake your head, “that company is yours. you’ve spent your whole life—”

“so what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?” he asks tiredly—satoru’s defeated. he’s never been defeated, it’s the most magnetizing thing about him.

even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because there’s always a chance you’ll say yes, and he’ll never stop as long as there’s a chance.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, lips wobbling, “i could have….i should have said something. i didn’t want you to make a choice young and then….and then regret it.”

“you think i’d regret you?” he’s wounded—absolutely wounded at the words.

satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadn’t that proven enough? that he was in it for the long run—for forever? he’d been so sure you’d be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fire—devastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he can’t breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.

he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yours—because satoru has never cared to make you his. all he’s ever wanted was to be yours.

you’re quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesn’t understand how you could change your mind so quickly—and then he realizes you probably don’t. because he knows you—better than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.

so he’s comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because he’s determined. he’s going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beating—and then push him out like he’s nothing. what made you push him out?

and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit it’s never what you wanted, that it’s because it’s what his father wanted—well, satoru can’t keep his composure. don’t you know? hadn’t he always told you? hadn’t he poured his heart out and let you know every moment he’s always been stuck dangling from his father’s fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.

you’ve always known, always listened—and fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.

satoru’s always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like he’s never had a say.

he’s always been stuck, but never with you—but now, he wonders if that’s changed.

“no,” you squeeze his cheeks, “no i don’t think you’d regret me….but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,” you mumble, “people work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. that’s a lot to let you lose.”

“i’ve never seen my dad kiss my mom,” he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, “he’s never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?” he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, “why can’t you just look at me first for once?”

“i do look at you,” you insist, “toru, all i ever see is you—”

“then stop caring what he says,” he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.

everything about your home is small—smaller than satoru’s especially. but he loves it, thinks he’d rather be here than anywhere else.

because it’s yours. and as long as you’re here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.

“okay,” you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, “you’ll handle it?”

he nods, kissing between your brows, “yeah, i’ll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?”

“but what if he finds someone else? and then he—”

“he won’t. my grandpa will shred him.”

“but he’s old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decides—”

“god, baby,” he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, “i love your voice, but you talk so much. i’m wanna listen to something else.”

his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. it’s slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.

you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, “t-toru,” leaves your lips.

“yeah,” he nods, “that’s what i wanna listen to instead.” his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. “anyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?” he asks bitterly.

“j-just one,” you admit through a stutter, “b-but i didn’t even open it! i wasn’t really—oh, toru,” you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.

“what? just cause my face isn’t on your instagram suddenly you’re not mine?” he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves—you close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. “you’re always mine,” he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, “yeah? got that?”

“got it,” you nod furiously.

“got what?”

“‘m al-always—oh, fuck,” you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he says firmly, “finish your sentences.”

“always yours, toru! always yours—please, please j-just…”

“just what?” he raises a brow.

“more,” you sob—it’s a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.

he’s quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.

your water bill will be high this month. you decide it’s a sacrifice satoru deserves.

“you think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?”

“n-no,” you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. it’s good—everything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. “no one—no one but you.”

“exactly,” he growls, “how could you leave me? how could you leave us?”

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. you’re close—so close that you almost don’t know what he’s saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. “i’m sorry, i’ll never—ever leave again.”

“say you love me,” he demands.

it sounds like he’s pleading, though, if you listen closely. there’s a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, “i love you, satoru. i love you.”

and then he rips his fingers out—right before you’re about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.

and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? you’re too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.

satoru’s hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.

“f-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? please—”

“yes,” you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, “yes please, toru. more, need more.”

he’s sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, he’s pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.

it’s only been a week—you feel like you haven’t felt him in years. but it’s familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.

he slams into you, hard and rough and fast—doesn’t even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before he’s thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him that’s touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.

satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your body—every dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. it’s just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.

when he moans, it’s breathy and he’s panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. “feel that? feel me?” he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.

“yeah,” you breathe, “‘m so full.”

“i need you. please, please,” he murmurs, “can’t lose you, baby. never you,” he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.

“i’m right here,” you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know he’s there too, “right here, baby. you got me.”

and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper that—he spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. he’s too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care he’s cum too quick—and you don’t have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.

but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you break—your head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cum—hard. you’re quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way you’re so tight.

it’s good, it’s always good. satoru makes you feel good. he’s the best you’ve ever had—the best you’ll ever find.

and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.

“i love you, toru,” you murmur, “my sweet boy. i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry.”

“don’t do that again,” he huffs in between tears, “that was so mean. so mean.”

“i said i won’t,” you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, “how long are you gonna hold this against me?”

“how long do you plan on being mine?”

“well,” you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, “i think….forever.”

“well, get ready, then,” he glares softly, “i’m gonna hold this against you forever too.”

“okay,” you nod, “that’s fair.”

“and i love you too,” he adds, “but block whoever dm’d you. it better not be that zenin boy.”

“block those girls who’s pictures you liked,” you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.

“don’t yell at me,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, “i’ve had a rough week. you have to be nice.”

dabitee anon. are u seeing this. did u see the satoru who cums too fast. did u see it. report back if u saw this. i repeat, dabitee anon report back if you see this

[crepsickle]

3D printed Littol Guy, paint inspiration from my dog @kolliekazoo

[claypigeonpottery]