#most of the flat ones can be enlarged

[ramon-tikaram-love]

Ramon Tikaram as Jez Chandra (& co. as various) in Fisherman's Friends: One and All (2022)

part 6

[fozmeadows]

TERFism really is just white beauty politics in a pseudo-feminist hat, because there's simply no escaping the fact that every concern-trolling argument TERFs make against transition, and particularly towards trans men, boils down to the worst thing you can be is an ugly woman, where "ugly" is code for "insufficiently young, white and/or traditionally feminine."

The ridiculing of trans women, for instance, centers disgust at the idea of anyone with traditionally "masculine" features attempting to pass as female, which - as has been well-documented by this point - frequently sees butch women, women of colour, older women, tall women, strong women, and any other woman who doesn't fit this dogwhistle standard of prettiness caught in the crossfire. Masculinity is incompatible with beauty, this logic goes, and all women must be beautiful. Ergo, the more masculine you appear, the less female you are. TERFs, of course, will try to deny their active participation in anything so ragingly unfeminist as policing women's bodies in pursuit of a narrow physical ideal, and yet, as the recent furor over Imane Khalif has roundly shown, this is exactly what they end up doing: an endless reinvention of new and shittier forms of phrenology to explain why this woman or that is not, in fact, really a woman.

Accepting trans women who don't, by conventional standards, pass, means accepting the femininity of women - both cis and trans - who diverge from these beauty standards: who have facial hair or receding hairlines, deep voices or big hands and feet, who are muscular or tall or strong-jawed, who are either incapable or undesirous of pregnancy, or one of a thousand other things we're told (despite the fact that humans are not a strongly dimorphic species) are exclusively masculine traits. But trans women who do pass engender a different terror: the fear that beauty is not an exclusively "feminine" inheritance, such that someone deemed a man might natively posses it and thereby render "real" feminine beauty somehow less special.

And then we have the scaremongering around trans men, which frequently presents as "concern" over, specifically, impressionable girls and young women being tricked into harming their healthy bodies by the nefarious Trans Cabal. That this same concern is never extended to adult women is the giveaway, because adult women are, by this reckoning, inherently less valuable, being neither as pretty nor as fertile as their younger counterparts. It's already too late to prevent their inevitable descent into the ugliness of ageing, and either they're parents already (in which case, their biological purpose has been served, thus rendering their identities past that point moot) or else have been written off as too old for childbearing anyway (which adds to their irrelevance).

Which makes it all the more ironic how many of the stated negatives of transition for trans men dovetails with things the cis female body normally does as it ages and/or postpartum. Long-term binding is decried for the way it causes the breasts to sag or deform and the nipples to enlarge, for instance, when this is exactly what happens as a consequence of pregnancy and breastfeeding. An increase in facial and body hair is common for post-menopausal women, let alone those with PCOS. Plenty of women naturally have deep voices, with many growing raspier regardless with age, while both ageing and childbirth inevitably alter the appearance of genitalia, sometimes radically. Even top surgery, the procedure most maligned as "butchery," has its cis analogues: not only for survivors of breast cancer or those who, due to genetic predisposition towards aggressive forms of it, opt for preventative mastectomies, but those who undergo breast reduction surgery, whether for cosmetic or health reasons - while some women, on yet a third hand, are natively flat-chested.

Taken together, then, what unifies the demonizing fear of trans women and the infantilizing dismissal of trans men by TERFs is an obsession with a specific, youth-and-Eurocentric-based notion of female beauty, where being deemed too masculine in either direction is the disqualifying factor. In TERFlandia, masculinity therefore becomes a synonym for ugliness: trans women can't shed it sufficiently to be counted at any age (unless they pass, which is a prospect too terrifying to countenance), while trans men must be stopped at all costs from embracing it (unless they're already old, in which case they no longer matter). Which is not to say that transphobia more broadly lacks for other avenues of attack; it's just that concern around trans bodies and the necessity of controlling them inevitably circles back to beauty, youth and fertility as the abiding hallmarks of womanhood, and as soon as you point this out, all the other arguments start to unravel.

[dinozarr]

jockboyfriend!gojo is literally all i can think rn ¹⁸⁺

𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 . . . is everything you ever expected. he’s cocky, he’s conceited, he’s the goddamn quarter back for christs sake; his ego only enlarges by the masses. Tornados of fangirls try and stop him daily, enthralled by his boisterous aroma and just flat out suffocating persona. If it weren’t for you than he would’ve been trampled over more than a hundred times… in a day.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Satoru Gojo not only thinks he’s the shit, but he knows he is. He got a full ride as a freshman in high school, and graduated early just so he could play for the University of his dreams. That fact alone was his token treasure when it came to showing off around the other players; his own and from other schools. He was above all else— the chosen one, if you will. He listened to no one below or above him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀No one.. except for you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He’d lick the cafeteria floor just for the sole purpose that you told him to, joke or not. Anytime word got around (which was frequent with the obnoxiously loud man) that he wasn’t going to a party, or attending an event, simply because you suggested staying in and lounging around; everyone and their mother was discussing whether or not he was genuinely for real and was actually going to listen.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And he did.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Every.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Single.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Was it because he knew that listening to you was better than smelling like booze and vomit from random strangers was unanimously 100x better? oh most definitely.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But, it was also because, he’d always end up beneath you every damn time. No matter what, you both somehow seemed to end up with him whining tremendously while lying beneath you, the flesh of your waist in hand whilst you rode him as if it depended on your life. The skirt to your cheer uniform would ride up the sides of your plump thighs, Satoru’s long and calloused fingers trailing beneath the fleece fabric and delving into the skin of your hips.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His throbbing dick prodded into your greedy cunt with ease, the juices that leaked from both of you causing an utter mess to be formed on Satoru’s lower abdomen. Each time you curled your hips while lifting yourself from the base of his dick— just to slam right back down and cause nerve rattling moans to ricochet off the bedroom walls. They (walls) may have been thin, but nothing was more ignorant than young adults that were ultimately terrified of a 6’2 cheerleader. Let alone the damn captain.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Your newly filed nails would rake against your stammering mess of a boyfriends abs. His toned abs. The same ones he’d flash to everyone after throwing the winning pass in a game. Those same abs were lathered in both of your climaxes, vague and delicate spanish murmurs tumbling from your incoherent lip movements.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “F-F-Fuck, Y/N, I-I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Oh- fuck!” he slurred out huskily through the moans he tried his utmost hardest to suppress, yet failed miserably due to how diligently you rolled your hips against his.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀When you both released with hard groans of pleasure suffocating the air all around, your upper body fell onto his chest as your combines liquids spilled from your pussy. Your leg twitched as his hand rested along the side of your ass cheek, each of you humming in delight with your eyes barely even open.

NOTEZ : guys i’m a wee bit drunk rn (almost wasted🤓☝️) and erm !!! well i thought of this so like have it ig. idk i’m going to bed goodnight 🚪🧑‍🦯‼️

ᶻ z Z ! © TAKST4Z — all rights reserved. mature discretion. please do not plagiarize or steal any of my works or graphics.

[onegirlatelier]

October, 2023 | Two-pieced skirt from Southern Song Dynasty (intro+tutorial)

Introduction

(Note: for now I’m not making a bibliography for this article, but if you are interested I’m more than happy to send the sources.)

The two-pieced skirt (liǎng piàn qún) is a type of skirt from the Southern Song Dynasty (1127-1279). It is also known as xuàn qún (literal translation: circle/swirl skirt). As far I know, there are two sets of surviving samples of these skirts, one from the tomb of Ms Huang Sheng (this was her full maiden name - she died at 17, one year after getting married, in 1243) and the other from the tomb of Ms Zhou (also her maiden name - she died possibly at 35 and was buried in 1274). The main stylistic difference between these two sets of two-pieced skirts is that those of Ms Zhou had a relatively large difference between the hem and waist measurements (the hem is 15~20cm wider than the waist circumference), whereas those of Miss Huang Sheng had a small difference (approx. 10cm).

Below is a diagram showing the construction. The skirt is composed of one upper piece and one under piece. Each piece consists of two panels which are trapezoids or (roughly) rectangles. For the sake of convenience, we shall call them the centre panel and the side panel. You can see that the centre panels of the two pieces overlap, and the whole thing is fixed onto a waist band. All surviving samples have relatively wide waist bands—about 10-14cm in width. One strip on each side of the waist band is used to tie the skirt.

Pattern details

The modern common agreement is that the panels are usually right trapezoids (trapezoids with two right angles). I don’t know whether this is historically accurate, as some people think they were pentagons, but I doubt we can ever find out from what is currently available, just because the fabrics had been damaged and distorted over time. Assuming that they are right trapezoids, there are two different ways to piece the panels: you can sew the edges with two right angles together, or you can sew together the opposite edge with two non-right angles together (see diagram). They yield different results. A skirt made with the first method would have more of an A-line and more flowy. One made with the second method would wrap more snugly around the torso and give an H-shape.

You might have noticed that the centre panel is a bit wider than the side panel. This is because the centre panel would be worn in the back and the side in the front. A good starting point is to make the centre panel 10cm wider, but this of course depends on one’s body shape.

Another modern agreement is that the skirt better compliments a flat body shape with gentle curves (as has been the mainstream high-class aesthetics for the female body for a very, very long time right up to now). The most prominent issue with a difference between waist and hip measurements is that the skirt will bunch up at the lower back. To alleviate this issue, darts are used on the sides. Another way is to wear a petticoat, some underpants, or just something around the waist to enlarge the waist measurement. The skirt is not designed to accommodate a large difference between waist and hip circumferences (>30cm probably, though it starts to get difficult at 25cm).

Applying your measurements

(Numbers, when applicable, are in centimetres.)

You need your waist and hip circumferences. The skirt is usually full length. I like to make it as long as possible without the danger of tripping. It could be made shorter for thicker stiffer fabrics or a more modern look. Keep in mind that the skirt has a very high waist.

The length of the waistband is usually 1.7-1.9*waist circumference. In any case, it cannot be shorter than 1.3*hip circumference or it won’t close properly.

Now that you have the length of the waistband, you can calculate the upper edges of the panels. Let a be the length of the waistband, b the finished upper edge of the side panel. Then the finished upper edge of the centre panel is roughly b+10. Using the information discussed in the previous section, we have an equation: a=2b+b+10. This is your starting point—adjust as needed.

Triangular darts. There are a few ways to make them and this is just one of them. Let c be the width on each side of one dart. c=(hip-waist)/4. This means each dart will eliminate half of the (hip-waist) difference, and there are two darts.

c+b= total width on the upper edge of the panel. The bottom edge (i.e. the hem) of the same panel would be about 5cm wider than the upper edge.  

The width of the waistband. If you would like to wear it without folding, 6-8cm is good. If wearing with a fold (which sometimes also helps reducing the bunching at the lower back), make it 10-14cm. Note that you need to cut the waistband doubling the width plus allowance.

The ties are usually 2-3cm wide. As for the length, try start from waist circumference+0.6*skirt length. I like to make it 20cm longer because I like long billowy ribbons. Like the waistband, you cut the ties doubling the width since you will fold it in sewing.

Then you would have something like this:

(measurements used: waist 65, hip 89)

Be careful that you need extra fabric because of the fold created at the dart. (You’d need less fabric if you cut away the excess fabric in the dart.)

Fabric suggestions

This is important. Very very important. Because only the right fabric is worth your time and produces the desired result.

In general, choose something soft, drapey and that conforms to your body. Two or three centimetres of difference in calculation hardly matters when you use a good silk.

Silk: a Chinese specialty called Luo is probably one of the best. Other types of soft drapey silks of medium weights are all fine. I don’t like the right side of silk charmeuse because it reflects the body curves a bit too much.

Viscose: use silk as a guide. I find that twill weave or crepe tends to be more drapey than plain weave.

Cotton/linen/wool: some of these are fine too. If using a thicker wool, only use it for the top piece and use a thin fabric for the under piece of the skirt.

An extra note on cutting out the pieces:

If you are making a skirt with contrasting colours/prints, pay attention to where you cut so that the best part of the pattern of the under piece can actually show through the slit.

Construction

Piece together the side panel and the centre panel, using French seams to make the side seam. Sew all the way from top to bottom.

Sew the dart and press it towards the back. (Alternatively, you can cut away excess fabric, or even make a pocket at the side seam.)

Do Steps 1 and 2 for both the upper and under pieces. Finish the allowances on the sides by folding twice and doing an invisible edge stitch. Leave the hem unfinished.

Lay the upper and under pieces together, baste and check fit. Sometimes the centre panel don’t overlap perfectly and that’s fine.

Finish the ties, including the shorter edge not attached to the waistband.

Sew the outer side of the waistband to the skirt panels by laying them right sides together. Press open.

Fold the waistband right sides together and sandwich the tie in between. If wearing the waistband unfolded, you need to attach the tie along the top of the waistband on the under wide and in the middle of the waistband on the upper side (see picture). Sew. Do this for both short edges of the waistband.

(You can interline the waistband if the fabric is too soft. I used a non-adhesive cotton interlining and cut it without allowance and stitched it onto the allowances of the skirt panels. Whatever method suits you should work.)

Turn the right side out and finish the inner side of the waistband by folding in the allowance and using an invisible stitch/felting stitch.

Finish the hem. For the corner, I prefer to do a three-fold corner so that I don't have to trim away the excess.

Wash and press. Et voilà!

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: Cuvier's beaked whale

Today's Wet Beast Wednesday post is going to be a deeper dive than usual, because this week's post is about the deepest-diving whale. Beaked whales are an elusive and poorly-understood family known for diving to extreme depths. Of the 24 known species, Cuvier's beaked whale is the most well-known. Dive in (get it?) to learn about this cryptic cetacean.

(Image: a Cuvier's beaked whale underwater. It is a small whale similar in appearance to a bottlenose dolphin, though stockier and with a shorter snout. The dorsal fin is far back on the body Its body is gray and covered in white, circular scars, likely bites from cookie cutter sharks. End ID)

Beaked whales are poorly-studied because of their remote habitats and tendency to spend more time underwater than other whales. It is also often hard to distinguish between different species without a close examination. The name comes from their skulls, which are notably toothless and elongated around the mouth, making them look like they have beaks. Beaked whales only have one pair of teeth and they only grow out in males. Female beaked whale teeth remain in the gums and never grow. Cuvier's beaked whale (Ziphius cavirostris), sometimes called the goose-beaked whale, is large for a beaked whale, with the larger males maxing out at 7 meters (23 ft) and 3.5 tons. They resemble dolphins in body shape, but with robust and stocky bodies. Their bodies are gray to light brown while the heads are lighter in color, especially in males. The melon is relatively small and the mouth is shorter than in most beaked whales, making it easier to differentiate them. The melon is an organ found in toothed whales that aids in echolocation.

(image: a beaked whale peaking its head out of the water. It is likely a male due to its white face. Its back is densely covered in long, whit scars. End ID)

Beaked whales have multiple adaptations to deep diving. During dives, the heart rate decreases and blood flow is redirected to more important organs and tissues. The lungs collapse, leaving oxygen storage to the hemoglobin in the blood and myoglobin in the muscles. Long periods of time without breathing results in the buildup of lactic acid in the blood, which can be toxic. Beaked whales have enlarged spleens and livers that may help filter lactic acid out of the blood. Their bodies are very streamlined and the flippers can be held very tightly against the body to reduce drag. There are likely other adaptations for very deep and very long dives that have not been studied.

(Image: the skeleton of a Cuvier's beaked whale. It is somewhat short for a whale, with small flippers. The skull is long and flat. End ID)

Cuvier's beaked whale is the most widely-distributed beaked whale, being found worldwide in tropical to temperate waters. They prefer to swim in very deep water and are rarely seen near shore. Cuvier's beaked whale holds the record for the deepest and longest dive of any marine mammal. The records (recorded by satellite tags) for depth was a dive to 2,992 m (9,816 ft) and for length was a 222 minute (about 3.75 hours) dive. The whales will usually make multiple shallower dives to around 500 m (1,640 ft) between each deep dive, possibly to give their bodies time to recover while still searching for food. They spend very little time at the surface between dives, usually no more than 8 minutes. These short surface intervals may be to avoid predators like orcas. Occasionally, longer surface intervals of several hours have been observed. Their hunting behavior changes depending on how deep they dive. On shallower dives, they remain silent, possibly to avoid being overheard by predators, while on deep dives, they use echolocation to find prey in the darkness of the deep ocean. Cuvier's beak whale hunts via suction. They open their mouths while retracting the tongue and enlarging the throat to create a vacuum that sucks prey into their mouths, which is then swallowed whole. Dissections have revealed that squid make up over 80% of their diet. The whales forage in small pods that coordinate their dives and hunting strategy. It has been speculated that the teeth of males are used to fight over access to females. Males have been found with scars that would seem to fit being raked with another male's teeth. Males also generally have more scars than females, which would be consistent with them fighting each other. Almost nothing is known about beaked whale reproduction, though calves do live with their mothers as in other whales.

(Image: a Cuvier's beaked whale jumping out of the water. End ID)

Little is known about the conservation needs of Cuvier's beaked whale. They are likely the most abundant species of beaked whale due to their wide distribution. They are known to be threatened by entanglements in fishing nets and have been harvested by whalers in the past. They may be targeted by the Japanese whaling industry, but it is difficult to be sure due to the secrecy of said industry. Cuvier's beaked whale is known to be vulnerable to sonar, especially mid-range sonar. They have been observed avoiding areas where sonar is used and use of sonar has been correlated to mass strandings and symptoms of decompression sickness (the bends). It is possible that the sonar drives them to ascend from dives too quickly, leading to potentially fatal gas embolisms. Notably, several mass strandings happened in the Canary Islands while naval exercises were performed there. Once those exercises stopped, the mass strandings stopped as well. Cuvier's beaked whale was described and named by naturalist, zoologist, paleontologist, and virulent racist and misogynist Georges Cuvier, who described it using a skull he thought was a fossil. There has been a small push recently to begin using the name goose-beaked whale instead to keep from honoring him.

(Image: a Cuvier's beaked whale poking its head out of the water. Its body is light gray, with a few scars. End ID)

[ciphercalamitiez]

oh god wheatley x reader x bill headcanons … [ aimed for platonic ]

I only did this because I didn’t know who to choose between (I wanted to do platonic bill and platonic Wheatley headcanons but then this idea pinged in mind..)

this MAY be a little OOC (or really OOC i hope It’s not) so uhh SORRY IF IT IS WAAAHHH (also I know you’re gonna see this Roman, hie)

—•—

hohoho oh boy. this duo you’re dealing with is past chaOTIC.

being the middle ground of these two is absolutely hellish. two talkative beings, both make bad decisions. bonus if you are just as chaotic as they are combined.

wheatley frequently argues with bill yet bill is the only one who can come up with comebacks that make sense. if anything, wheatley once screamed out “deez nuts” as an argument when bickering with the triangle guy

you can’t go a night without hearing something crash in the living room

okay arguing aside, when these two are passive with each other you three make a great trio seriously

wheatley likes to tell you about what’s on his mind and asks the dumbest shit known to man (he also asks unanswerable questions. none of them make sense) but you don’t mind yet you try to answer them, or you flat out just stare at him with confusion or idk whatever emotion, he’ll just be looking at you expectantly for your answer

bill answers the questions if you can’t first or answers after you. he makes sure his answers are as snarky as possible which makes Wheatley want to punch him (if Wheatley is human/Android in here, he will.)

cue more arguing here ☠️

anyway, hugging the two is weird but oddly nice. 

if you project Wheatley to be human/android, he’s fairly awkward when it comes to hugging (he tenses up occasionally in the hug, he doesn’t mean to) and depending on his mood, his grip can be soft to rib crushing hard, either type of hugging is nice.. hopefully. he also comments on everything during the hugs unless you ask for him not to. don’t worry, he’ll be fine with shutting up or not!

if you’re hugging the wheatBALL, he can’t really hug back sadly :( but he’ll nuzzle up against you to show that he’s enjoying it!!

hugging bill can either hurt or not. his main way of hugging is probably worse than Wheatley’s rib crushing hugs so you can barely breathe in them. however if he’s feeling nice enough or he’s feeling down/not like himself, he’ll simply just limply wrap his arms around you and rest against you

DO NOT LET THESE TWO IDIOTS COOK. NONE OF THEM CAN COOK FOR SHIT OH MY GOD

you three tried to bake a cake once together (by Wheatley’s request)

The kitchen ended up in flames and shambles and there is rubble falling off the ceiling and flour everywhere

you three commit war crimes together (bill comes up with the most heinous shit to break, wheatley’s actions go unsupervised sometimes and ends up inevitably screwing the plan up, and you have to drag them out of there)

bill and wheatley are both (jokingly) mean to each other (mostly on purpose,) argument or not but are very soft towards you and you only (not really for bill but he’ll be more considerate for you, unless you’re okay with being ((halfheartedly)) jokingly insulted, then he’ll treat you a bit more like wheatley)

when they do get along they are hellish, it’s guaranteed you’ll wake up to cats by TLT playing in the living room and the two are bouncing around together and laughing, it’s actually heartwarming

so many. pillow forts. (too many pillow forts) bill enlarged the pillows and it turned into a literal soft ass kingdom, you guys even had THRONES AND PILLOW GUARDS?? truly reality warping but it’s really pretty inside the fort

bill calls dibs on being the king so he could sit on the throne all the time, that idea gets thrown off easily though when you and Wheatley bounced around. he joined in the bouncing rather than sitting around in the soft throne

you three get into cuddle piles easily and fall asleep together, Wheatley is a heavy sleeper and bill is a light sleeper most of the time. or it could be vice versa :')

despite the fact you three are mean (again mainly Wheatley and bill against each other) to each other sometimes, you all genuinely care for each other and are really close to each other

when it comes to venting out problems, bill is usually the one to show his sympathy through physical affection (such as gentle hand squeezes in understanding) meanwhile Wheatley says the more reassuring and emotion filled things. it’s a great deal fr fr

after Everytime someone vents, everyone gets back into a group hug

in summary, you three are the bomb the slay the sillies and you wouldn’t trade any of these idiots for anyone else 

—•—

i was planning on only sending this in discord but it hit the limit so COUGH

[broodybuck]

Title: Draw Me Like One of Your Brooklyn Boys

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, daddy kink, overstimulation, handjob, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk, artist Steve, insecure Bucky

He's lying on the couch completely nude and he'll admit it's a little chilly in here. Part of him is sure Steve put the air down before they started this. Then again, Bucky likes it cold in the apartment so he can bundle up in comfy clothes.

His cock being hard isn't helping things. That part he knows is Steve's fault. When he asked Bucky if he could draw him, he said he'd reward him afterward. And well, how could Bucky not get hard just thinking about what his reward might be. Bucky's sure he's getting fucked. How could Steve not want to fuck him after studying his body for this long? But that's just the problem, this is taking way too long.

He swears it feels like an hour has gone by and Bucky can't help but fidget in and out of position. Steve's pencil stops and glances over his sketchbook.

"Bucky, what did I say?"

Bucky sighs, resting his limbs flat again. He wonders why it's taking so long. Is Steve erasing and redoing parts... the parts of Bucky he doesn't like? Bucky wiggles again. He's restless and his cock feels heavy sitting hard in between his legs.

"Buck, you have to stay still," Steve warns.

Bucky tries to relax, he really does, but now he can't get it out of his head. What if Steve doesn't even want to draw his cock when it's all needy and enlarged like this? Maybe he'll skip over it.

"How much longer?" Bucky asks.

"Almost done."

"Please, can I have a break?"

"Of course," Steve says, putting his pencil down.

He stands from his chair. He steps over to the couch and gazes down at Bucky's naked form. Bucky squirms under his heated stare. He glances at his cock, he knows Steve can see how hard he is. No one could miss it but suddenly, he's not sure if he wants Steve to see.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks.

"I don't look good, are you sure you wanna draw me?"

Steve's expression drops.

"Why would you say that?"

Bucky shrugs. He hasn't been insecure about his looks in a long time but occasionally it creeps up on him at the most random times.

"Bucky," Steve says softly, his hand cups Bucky's face giving him a sense of comfort just from the gentle touch. "You look perfect."

Steve sits down on the edge of the couch, his thumb strokes across Bucky's jaw. Bucky leans into the touch.

"Can we be done, please?" Bucky asks.

"Yes, baby," Steve allows and nudges Bucky forward with the hand. Bucky sits up and crawls into Steve's lap, hugging him tightly. Steve rubs a palm up and down his back comfortingly.

"Buck, do you need a reminder of how much you're wanted?"

Bucky hums non-committedly. He's just happy to be in Steve's arms not posing motionless on the couch anymore.

"Come here, let me see," Steve coos.

He gently pushes Bucky back and then stares down between his legs.

"Beautiful," Steve marvels.

He grazes the shaft with the softest touch of a fingertip. It makes Bucky shudder and he remembers how good Steve makes him feel. Okay, maybe he is happy Steve is looking at his cock again.

Steve leans in to kiss the side of his neck, then the edge of his jaw, and finally his lips. Bucky melts into the kiss, his whole body sagging forward from it. Steve holds him up with his hand above his ribs. When his other thumb smears a dribble of precum from the head, Bucky moans brokenly. Steve spreads it down the shaft and then wraps his hand around it. Okay, yeah. Bucky wants it now, really fucking wants it.

Steve starts with a slow up stroke, then rubs under the sensitive head. He repeats the motion, pulling his fist down to the base then back up and rubs. Bucky's eyes squeeze shut, his breath shudders.

"You're perfect, baby. I'm gonna give you everything you need."

Bucky nods, hiding his face in Steve's shoulder. Steve's fist sets off in a fluid motion, pumping him faster. A perfect mix of heat and speed firing up and down his dick until Bucky can't keep still. He needs to whine and thrust up into Steve's hand.

"Please, please, please," Bucky begs, panting.

Steve doesn't stop, he pumps him hard and tight until the pleasure is coiling at Bucky's spine. His toes curl, his nails digs into Steve's shoulder blades and he comes.

The pleasure rushes through him and he can distantly recognize the warmth of Steve's hand continuing to stroke him up and down. The pleasure begins veering on the side of too sensitive and Bucky starts to squirm helplessly.

"Daddy—" he gasps.

"Have to get it all out, every last drop," Steve commands.

He covers the wet head and twists his wrists in quick circles that make Bucky's body jerk from the overstimulation. He cries and writhes from it.

"I can't—"

Steve keeps going and massages his balls with his other hand until soon the near pain turns to pleasure, blinding pleasure. Bucky's body shakes with it and he feels his cock come again, dribbling more release into Steve's heated palm.

Steve finally frees Bucky's spent cock and kisses him. Bucky's heart swells under the kiss, his body feels high. Steve pulls him against his chest, holding onto him tight. Bucky snuggles into him, then feels another kiss press onto his forehead.

"I'm always gonna take care of you, baby."

[captainmvf]

Face markings and what they mean for my Stex Meta:

Face paint is a pretty huge signifier of train culture and it's actually a pretty interesting history! All trains are made or designed with at least a bit of paint or makeup on their facial features and certain designs and patterns can mean many things.

Older trains appeared with little amounts of makeup and complex facial paint. Many older train models either had large strokes of few colors or only had one or two patterns. All early models of steam locomotives had X-marks on their cheeks while others can have the uncommon 'rosy red' circular cheek marks like we've seen with the McCoys.

Most common makeup you'll find on all trains is going to be heavy makeup and eyeshadow. Usually coaches, freight, and trucks were the ones to be made with these signifiers to tell them apart from a distance from their human coworkers. Locomotives would slowly get heavy eyeshadow over time. Nowadays, freight cars wear less makeup and are made with contrasting patterns on their faces for humans to be wary of their strengths and feats.

Coaches are designed to match humans near one-for-one with flat teeth and toned-down makeup and facial markings with skin tone colors. Many will have their lips and eyes touched up with blush on their cheeks. They will even wear colors that match their car.

The most common facial markings you'll find are the 'racing stripes' on the cheeks of trains. Their position varies from train to train, some of the rarest even going through their eyes. Some trains can even have two or three, two being uncommon and three rarer.

Upon the invention of the diesel locomotive, a the 'eye black' markers were designed and implemented onto said diesel locomotives. Very soon freight and trucks also adopted the markings to show off that they're fierce. Most of these markers are painted to reflect light and draw sun away from the train's eyes. There are some variations, especially for professional racing trains and high-speed rail locomotives.

Younger trains (especially the teen body type) will actually have lesser makeup and face paintings. It's commonly found that trains recognize those with fewer markings to not have as much responsibility as a train and will not burden younger trains with harder tasks. Some engineers have found that giving younger trains more facial markings will not allow them to bond with human teenagers as well as trains. Some will only wear one or two colors.

One new peculiar marking is the 'snakebite' lip markings you'll find on paleontology storage cars. Some cool people call them 'raptor bites' and many trains with these signifying marks will have enlarged canines to match.

Modified cars have been ongoing in the past fifty years but there have been recent waves of refurbishing old defunct cars and converting old models into fashionable cars. Most artists and engineers tend to design the facial markings to be over the top to make their train stand out. You'll see all kinds of rare markings based on how eccentric the artist is.

[butch-reidentified]

Sotos Syndrome: An Educational Post on a Rare Genetic Disorder

Hey so, to follow up on the last reblog I added to this post about my wife: I realize most of you probably haven't heard of Sotos Syndrome, so I thought I'd talk a little about what it is and how it affects her. I'll put a couple of links here, but also briefly cover what it is and how she experiences it. She's given me permission to discuss it, and y'all are welcome to ask questions. If I can't answer them, I'll tag her in to help.

Note: She is also diagnosed with hEDS and POTS. This will be relevant later.

Sotos Syndrome is a rare condition resulting from a genetic mutation on chromosome 5 - specifically of the NSD1 gene. There are thought to be a wide variety of ways this gene mutation can occur and cause Sotos Syndrome, and the condition can manifest somewhat differently with different NSD1 mutations.

At the core of the disorder is rapid overgrowth in childhood; patients are taller and often heavier than their peers, and grow far faster. In some cases, this advanced growth timeline starts in the womb, and in other cases may start shortly after birth. Individuals with Sotos Syndrome typically have a larger cranial circumference than normal as well, though this often normalizes in adolescence or adulthood. The overgrowth almost always normalizes in adolescence or adulthood as well - patients usually reach a final height only slightly taller than would be expected of a healthy individual of the same sex and genetics. That is to say, the patient often ends up being on the tall end of normal, or a little taller, compared to other family members of the same sex.

Sotos Syndrome doesn't only cause rapid overgrowth; it affects bone development in several ways. Patients often have larger and heavier bones than average, large hands, and flat feet, as well as vertebral abnormalities (my wife suffers significant back pain due to several malformed vertebrae). Sotos Syndrome also almost always presents with specific facial features: a slight downward slant in the outer corners of the eyes, an enlarged forehead/brow bone, a pointed chin, a narrow face, thinner hair on the anterior (front) portion of the scalp, to name a few. These are usually most distinct when the patient is young, but typically some aspects are still noticeably present into adulthood (particularly the forehead and chin).

Children with Sotos Syndrome often experience developmental delays in a variety of areas, including speech/language, motor skills, social skills, and more. Some patients have intellectual disabilities, while others have normal intellectual and cognitive capabilities. Many have learning disorders such as ADHD, dyslexia, or dyscalculia. My wife has ADHD, dyslexia, and a communication issue (which we unfortunately don't have answers to from any doctor yet) that presents as fairly similar to aphasia. Some patients, especially as children, display "autistic-like behaviors" despite not actually having autism. My wife and I disagree on whether this is true of her (I, the actual autist of the relationship, think it is, but mildly). It can also cause anxiety (which she definitely has) and aggressive tendencies (which she couldn't possibly have less of).

Individuals with Sotos Syndrome often struggle with coordination and motor skills to varying degrees. Before knowing about her condition, I thought my wife was just the clumsiest person I'd ever met. As annoying as I'm sure that is for her, it also means that I often wind up with an accidental elbow to the face due to the combination of her lack of coordination and our size difference 🥲 Seizures and tremors are also a somewhat common problem. My wife has had a couple of seizures in the past, but typically only suffers from very occasional arm tremors. She also spontaneously loses her grip strength from time to time. I haven't seen this last one documented specifically as a symptom, but her neurologist says it's likely related. At least we have a good excuse to never own expensive glassware!

Another frequent symptom of Sotos Syndrome is joint laxity - an obvious overlap with EDS. I've been unable so far to find any documentation regarding the comorbidity of the two, but she has numerous EDS symptoms other than the joint issues, so our EDS specialist diagnosed it. She has hypotonia (reduced muscle tone) as well, a very common Sotos symptom. If she and a healthy woman lifted weights for the same amount of time, using the same regimen/diet/everything, she would see a fraction of the progress the other woman would. Her near-sightedness and mildly impaired hearing are also likely caused by this disorder, though EDS can impact hearing as well, and near-sightedness is not uncommon in general (and runs in her family, though strangely only in the women). Other possible symptoms include various tumors, acid reflux, and thickened skin, bone, and/or subcutaneous tissues.

I'm gonna wrap this up for now, though there are many more things I could dive into about this condition, but I may edit and add more later when I'm less exhausted. I hope this has been educational, and again, please feel free to ask me/us anything! 💓

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

it wouldn’t be the linda fairbairn extended universe without air caledonian! (enlarge for better quality. notes below)

(a320 illustrations provided for free personal use)

i spent almost eight hours total doing this and i do not regret a single minute of it 😮‍💨😮‍💨

the liveries

literally fought for my life with the clipping masks 😵‍💫

this is my attempt at a ‘retro’ livery which was sort of teased in late 2022

it combines a few elements that saw some vogue in the 70s (the cheatline, or the stripe running down the fuselage) and the hockey stick (the cheatline being carried up into the tail, which i…sort of did…to incorporate it into the saltire) combined with an element that didn’t really become popular until after the 70s (the ‘eurowhite’ color scheme that forced me to invert the saltire)

if caledonian’s origins can be traced back to regional flights in the very late 70s, slowly growing the fleet until acquiring the A320 to expand its range, i’d want it to have a sort of ‘retro’ looking livery. the original planes probably wouldn’t have been white, though. most likely aluminum

i used helvetica for the name of the airline on the side of the fuselage, which also happens to look very similar to the font of choice for philippine airlines. i did not realize this until after i’d exported it because my dad looked over my shoulder and commented.

this is their ‘redesign’ livery and the last one before the acquisition. i’d previously depicted a version of it back in 2021 but when i tried it for size parts of it looked so horrifying that i had to change it up a bit

caledonian has always existed in my head as some mix of ‘national carrier’ and ‘budget airline’ swinging a little more toward the latter for purposes of the lfeu so the bold color scheme and billboard style is honestly inspired by airlines like southwest (thank god they’re not shit brown anymore), easyjet (easy go… and thee air caledonian blueprint), and spirit (highlighter planes)

the saltire was literally me messing around with brushes and realizing like hmmmm. this actually looks pretty neat! now i know i’ve been saying air caledonian’s probably a budget airline, but as stated before, it’s also got some elements of the national carrier thing going, which is why i’m so insistent on the saltire motif

not to do with the livery but i also think since cal exists in that grey area they do have certain elements of a Not Low Cost Airline (like business class vs economy seats…i mean you’re not lying flat in any of these planes lol but you can have a kit if the pilots didn’t burgle the socks out of them) and that could have financially hurt them which would make selling out to swiss more appealing and less wounding that a ‘national carrier’ is being chopped. idk how this works though. im playing with airlines like dolls

the uniforms

i love designing uniforms. actually i love uniforms in general. i miss wearing a school uniform i did not have to think about what to wear on a daily basis. i could commit time to silly fanfiction and my meager attempts at making my own drawing style

qantas did not have tailored uniforms for differing body types until 2016 but this is fiction and the chief pilot of air cal is canonically a #GirlDad. we have tailored uniforms here. and a hat/tie variant. and a skirt option.

i reasoned since air caledonian is a scottish airline it should have formalized cold weather uniform requirements and i saw some rly cute pullover sweaters (think they were on easyjet pilots) so those went in

also the reason hats are required with the trench coat is for easy recognizability. this is indeed a policy at some airlines. martin crieff does have a point here.

oh also i darkened the jackets and trousers lol i just felt like it looked better

i think that’s all i wanted to say…

[seabreeze2022]

The Bahamas May 2024, part 1.

Yoga on the foredeck while waiting for a weather window.

This year we would only spent one month in The Bahamas. In the past we have spent 3 months there at a time. With less time available we prioritized visiting Cat Island and Conception Island. On May 2 we casted off lines in the afternoon and motor sailed to Tavernier Key. Boat seemed sluggish and we got there too late to dive the bottom. Woke up early on the 4th before daylight. Struggled to the reef. Engine was overheating, speed was only a couple of knots. It looked like a 24-36 hour crossing instead of the normal 12. So we aborted the trip just after day break. Next weather window was in 2 days.

Here Nancy is scrubbing the bottom of the hull. While waiting for the next weather window we checked the bottom of the hull. In a months time it had grown so many worms and barnacles on the prop and hull it could not sail more than 3 knots. So we used paint scrapers to clean the hull and prop.

When we left on the 5th it was a normal speed. Looking at a 12 hour 75 mile crossing of the Gulf Stream to South Riding Rock.

Nancy working on her refrigerator. I am not allowed to open the lid. When you open the lid and don’t know where everything is, you are wasting precious cold air. Nancy has to rotate the frozen foods every two days.

May 5 th we are off 2 hours before sunrise to South Riding Rock. We have a great crossing with calm seas. This late in the season there are no Crawish traps in the water. Great mental relief not worrying about wrapping one around our prop in the dark.

About 15 miles prior to the nearest land in The Bahamas a small wren flies aboard and heads for the V-berth. Just like last years bird it does not survive.

The first night Nancy stays at the helm till midnight and we anchor on The Bahama bank near Russel Bank. A bit sloppy overnight but we survived. We could see the glow of light from Bimini 45 miles away. The next day we anchored off of Great Harbor Cay in the afternoon. Then the next morning we went to the Great Harbor Cay Marina to check in for Customs. Customs here primarily takes care of the cruise ships with its thousands of people. So they were very slow to show up and a bit haughty when they did. Again the Bahama islands with the most tourist interaction are bit of a negative. Once I was through with Customs everything brightened up. The marina is small and quiet. Freddy the dock hand never stops talking and is very opinionated. I can only take him for limited time. “Fettuccine” is anything but small. He is a fixture around the dock. Nancy ended up buying a dozen frozen cleaned Conch for $60 from him.

Sunrise in the protected marina. Air conditioning was wonderful. Today we borrowed the marina bikes and rode to the south side of the island. Nancy had procured our Aliv phone card so we were back in business.

With the weather showing light winds for a few days. We top off the diesel tank on the way out of the harbor on the 10th.

Rounding the north end of the island we pass two cruise ships docked at “Coco Cay.” Poor people think they are seeing The Bahamas. But they never get to see the real Out Islands or the people.

This is The Bahamas that were prefer. Not everyone is lucky enough to experience the absolutely beautiful and peaceful beaches. This is Ambergris Cay just south of Great Harbor. Flat calm water for our two days here which is rare and much appreciated. Makes getting the dinghy engine on and off the dinghy much easier. Following are some of the best photos of our cruise. If you tap on the photo it should enlarge on your screen. Then, either tap it a second time or the sliver of photo on either side to scroll through the photos without the commentary.

We plan our day to beach comb during the low tide, when the beach is exposed.

This is Money Cay one of our favorite islands. There is one place with large chucks of coal scattered along the beach for 50-100 yards. Obviously from a nearby wreck. It must be completely covered in sand because there is no wreck visible nearby.

Nancy on the right side of the photo. This sand flat is exposed for miles. Tides now are larger with a nearly New moon.

In 6 hours there will be 3 ft. of water here. Until then we will explore.

We found this unique pool feature and will come back later for more photos.

No human footprints to be seen, just prints from a Heron.

Contemplating Driftwood.

Part of the wreck that washed ashore. Several old broken bottles are strewn around the beach.

As the tide began coming in we headed back to the boat for diner and cocktails when the sun sets over Ambergris Cay.

Day two at Money Cay, back for more photos.

Hundreds of small mollusks walking around the exposed sand flat make for an interesting site.

Dana in the tidal pool.

Walking back to the dinghy.

Our dinghy anchored out. We use two anchors so we don’t get stranded. Today I had towed Nancy to shore on her padddleboard.

Nancy enjoying herself.

Back at the boat we have secured the dinghy for our 60 nautical mile run to Eleuthera. With our limited time this year we need to move south whenever the weather permits. Now it is time to enjoy the sunset over Ambergris Cay till next year.

[plasticsurgeondelhi]

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Gynecomastia itself has few physical complications, but it can cause psychological and emotional trauma because of its appearance.

Gynecomastia can affect one or both breasts, and may sometimes be uneven. Gynecomastia may settle on its own in some cases but if it persists then surgical correction is the mainstay for its improvement. The procedure includes surgical removal of excess glandular tissue together with liposuction of accumulated fat. It can be done as a day care procedure and performed either under local anesthesia or general anesthesia depending on severity and patient compliance. The surgery helps in regaining the flat appearance of the chest area.

Symptoms of Gynecomastia

Skin excess with hanging appearance of the chest region

Puffiness of Nipple areola complex

Breast tenderness

Swelling of chest area

Candidates for surgical consideration

Must be above 18 years old

Males who feel shy due to the swollen and prominent chest appearance.

Have unsatisfactory results after diet and exercise regime.

Must be in a healthy state.

Self-conscious and disturbed daily routine because of their chest appearance

For better results it is recommended to stop smoking for some weeks before and after the surgery.

Benefits of Gynecomastia Surgery

Improved self-esteem and regaining inner confidence

Help in achieving a more defined physique.

Flatter chest appearance.

Can opt to wear well fitted clothes without feeling self-conscious.

Provides relief from social embarrassment.

Duration

Short duration, usually no admission required.

Post-operative care

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[theberrybrothel]

Berry Brothel Christmas

“Merry x-mas girls, It's showtime!” I wake up and my nose is immediately assaulted by the smells of cinnamon, gingerbread, eggnog, and of course rum. It's X-mas at the Brothel, so management has prepared a special list of acts for the patrons who have decided to brave the cold, and spend some of their money on us.

 I look in my assignment box and find my act for the night; the card is red, decorated with reindeer. It says: ‘All I want for X-mas is You’. I smile to myself, just the one I was hoping for. I get dressed for my little number. I'm wearing a sexy elf costume, tight green pants to show my ass and a low cut green crop top to show the tits. Its matched with a pair of high heels that curl at the toe ending in a bell, so every step I take jingles. I top the outfit off with a short green cap with bells around the crown so I jingle even more. Still jingling, I step out into the main hall to join my group for the evening.

 Tonight I'm joined by Brenda, sporting a sexy Santa outfit complete with gloves. Can't beat the classic, and Eartha who is going for a hipster christmas party vibe. She is wearing a knit beanie pulled low over her head, covering her brown hair and an ugly christmas sweater that is sporting a malibu barbie theme. The look is completed by the converses she has on her feet. We start walking to the green room, and talking about what we are gonna do after we finish this show, and are done for the night. 

“Going out drinking with Christy, Ann and Jen. They have to be back early though so I’m down to chill later” Brenda says. “They all are working the late shift upstairs covering for some of the staff that went home for the holidays' ' Brenda has worked at the brothel for a while, so she has the extreme stripper curves that so many of us get after a few months of inflation. Honestly, Management can mold us however they want but they don't want to change much from the tried and true.

Eartha is one of the few exceptions to this. Management keeps her flat as a board, in all places. For the odd duck that isn't into curves, or wants a very specific type of transformation. It's probably the reason that Management denied her request for time off. Some V.I.P with those specific tastes is going to be in town. “I think I’m going to put on Die Hard and sleep the rest of the night. I’m going to go visit the Fam for New Year since Janice can cover my clients.”

“Ugh you have the most predictable tastes in movies Earth” Brenda teases. “How about you Jordan?”

“I might head over to the Punk Rock Museum, see who is playing. It will be a nice change from the Christmas pop”. 

 We get to the fork that leads to the green room and the main stage.Brenda splits off to the stage. Looking through the window in the green room, Eartha and I see the stage has been made to look like a literal stage from a high school auditorium. Brenda’s client, a well dressed man sits in the single chair facing the stage. I recognize him from some of his other visits. He is a nice guy; respectful too. Bennet I think his name is.

Brenda walks out and strikes a pose. The light projectors fill in three dancers who will all be linked to Brenda’s movements. We call this a shadow dance. Brenda takes a shot of blueberry liqueur, we use that when gum will mess up the performance. As the music begins to play. Brenda starts lip syncing.   

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock

Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring

Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun

Now the jingle hop has begun

Brenda begins by stepping forward slowly and sensually, using her enlarged assets she adds an extra jiggle and shake to every one of her steps. The Shadow dances mirror her, so when She bends over to Bennet he had four sets of cleavage surrounding him.  He only gets a quick peek before . She twirls away the tell tale blue spot appearing on her nose and quickly flushes her face blue.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock

Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time

Dancin' and prancin' in jingle bell square

In the frosty air

The other three dancers all stay their natural color as they continue to mirror Brenda’s movements.

Brenda places her hands on her thighs, and sticks her rear out. Bending over to give him a better look at her now blue tits. They have started bloating up, smoothing the wrinkles of her outfit. A sharp eye can also see the slight belly bump that is pressing on the shiny Fabric of her costume. He smiles back at her and she stands up straight, slapping her thighs in the process. She has timed it so that the blue flush is passing right through her smack.

What a bright time, it's the right time

To rock the night away

Jingle bell time is a swell time

To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh

Now that she is fully blue, she begins to make slow hip shaking twirls emphasizing the size of her hips as they get fuller and juicer with every twirl. Simultaneously a blue band can be seen separating her red top and red skirt.  She faces away from Bennet so that he can inspect her rear, bending over again so that it is fully on display for him. she gives it a bit of a shake before standing up again.

Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet

Jingle around the clock

As she stands back up the man spanks her bare ass causing it to jiggle. She turns around with a playfully shocked look on her face, repeated by the other 3 girls that circle around his chair.  The four dancers line up placing their elbows on the girl in front of them’s ass they all playfully wag a finger at him. No touching until she is ripe. 

When she stands up you can see the blue band has grown, her belly button is now on full display. The middle of her extreme hourglass is filling in her thighs filled with juice widening her stance. They have also become hard to bend, causing her to have to swing her legs out to take a step forward.

Brenda tries to do the sexy stride that she did when she started the dance but now it looks silly and awkward. The four girls all line up in front of Bennet facing away from him placing a hand on the dancer next to their ass cheek. they shake and rotate their hips sensually. Brenda’s inflated hips hit into both dancers on either side of her, throwing off their rhythm.  The shadow dancers all turn and look at her. they mockingly look angry that her size is messing up their choreography; they all stop mirroring her and go sit on Bennet’s lap like groupies, teasing him with their perfect breasts and asses, while Brenda struggles to finish her routine.  Due to her rapidly increasing size when she turns around and struts rather waddles away. my, you can see that booty jiggle!  The fabric of her costume breaks away with a sharp snap leaving her naked in the middle of the room as she awkwardly still tries to dance.

Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet

That's the jingle bell rock

Her breast are really out of control now, jiggling and bouncing with every tottering step she takes. her body has started the process of rounding out filling in her once luxurious curves higher and higher on her body until she is more or less round.

What a bright time, it's the right time

To rock the night away

 She takes a few more tottering steps before her body has totally outswelled her legs and forces her feet from the floor. Bennet smiles at her, past the groupies as he watches her flap her limbless hands and feet helplessly in an attempt to finish dancing to the song. The three shadow dancers leave Bennet and take positions on each side of the stage. With a nod the first gives Brenda a hard shove and rolls her to the other two dancers waiting to catch her. After sending her back across the stage one of the dancers brings Bennet up on stage and positions Brenda in front of him. Another dancer places a large prop bow on her so she looks like a helpless present. Brenda looks at him with her big puppy dog eyes “Master I think Im ripe”. she says the words breathlessly trying to contain the anticipation that is in her voice. He stands up, pushing the holograms away as they look on with jealousy, and free’s he very hard cock.  “Well then time for your present berry.”

Jingle bell time is a swell time

To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh

  He rolls her so that her mouth is at the level of his dick. dutifully knowing what he wants, she opens her mouth  to takes his cock moaning through it and licking at it. I am told that bjs are extra good here because the guys can feel the juices flooding your mouth. plus all that swallowing is really good for getting guys off.

Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet

Jingle around the clock

Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet

  Bennet grabs ahold of Brenda’s hair as he begin to speed up his thrusting face fucking her with passion  

That's the jingle bell

 Brenda’s eyes go wide as she feels Bennet’s member stiffen in her mouth she knows whats coming and that she is powerless to stop it

That's the jingle bell

 He comes in her mouth, hard by the way his body is shaking.As he finishes the lights in the room go out so that the pair can be taken to a more private playroom. 

That's the jingle bell rock

Eartha ribs me as she heads out of the room “Guess it was a ‘swell time’ after all.” I roll her eyes at the pun

[skxrbrand]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

When it comes to verbal communication, the Bloodkin are the most laconic of the daemons. Though perfectly sentient (most of the time), most Khornate Daemons are not creatures who make rousing speeches or long winded monologues. Most of their communication is nonverbal body language obvious enough that even non-khornate daemons and mortals can guess a Bloodthirsters mood and intentions at any given time.

Not that this is particularly hard to start with...

Perked Ears - The Bloodthirster's ears are moderately mobile. When perked and tilted forward, you have it's undivided attention-- for worse or better.

Flattened Ears - Offense, aggression, or much more rarely -- Fear. Ears may also flatten to avoid damage in battles.

Side-ways ears/ 'Air Plane' Ears - Confusion/Uncertainty. Uncommon and brief-- confusion usually terminates into anger and so side-ways ears flatten soon after 'airplaning'.

Head Tilt - Curiosity / Confusion. Often paired with perked ears. The Bloodthirster's teeth will be hidden / partially hidden, assuming they have lips to hide them with.

Wings Folded In / Hooked Around Self - By default, most Bloodthirsters have their wings at half-flare, so that they can utilize them quickly ('be ready so you don't have to get ready'). A Thirster with it's wings folded is calm, perhaps even off it's guard. The most 'conversational' state to encounter a Deathbringer in.

Pawing / Snorting / Tail Flicking / Growling / Flashing Fangs - All signs of, you guessed it, annoyance or aggression. More severe than flattened ears. Bloodthirsters often do not have substantial tails, so the first and last two behaviors tend to be more evident.

Staring / Steady Eye Contact - More aggression.

Stiff Tailing - Again, this is difficult behavior to spot as Bloodthirsters often do not have substantial tails. A still, non-wagging upright held tail communicates dominance / the desire to dominate to all other Daemons present. Coupled with other stiff, and enlarging behavior.

Looming - Looming is a dominance display, invading the space over another daemon and demonstrating the size difference (and suggested strength difference) between the pair of you. Height doesn't necessarily correlate with strength, but does contribute to ones intimidation factor. This is part of why Bloodthirsters can take umbrage with Greater Daemons who are bigger than them, Khornate or not.

Hackles Up - The mane of hair between the horns, running the neck, and running down the back will stand up with the design of making the daemon appear larger and more intimidating. Aggression (usually restrained), but also possible fear / alarm.

Play-Sneezing - In dogs, this is behavior to let the other dog know that they are playing / not serious in a playfight. In Bloodthirsters, this behavior is exhibited between an older Bloodthirster and a much younger one, usually a forgling, and usually after it has stepped out of line in the eyes of it's superior. It is appeasement behavior and practically unseen outside of this dynamic.

Horn Grabbing - Unlike Stiff Tailing, Horn Grabbing is a direct and unambiguous expression of the Bloodthirster's higher station over another Daemon. It is a physical invasion of another being's space as well as the grabbing and threatening of the horns which are socially important throughout all chaos factions, excepting perhaps the Tzeentchians. The Horn is grabbed and the head is wrenched to uncomfortable angle. Or completely off, depending on the Bloodthirster's mood.

Snout Wrinkling - Annoyance or disgust. When paired with growling and bared teeth, annoyance hardening into aggression. Volume is in proportion to intensity of the annoyance/aggression.

Wing Flaring - A challenge. Dominance. Aggression.

Chest Beating - Usually done with an object, such as the Bloodthirster's axe. The Daemon will clash the flat of it's axe against it's chest or perhaps another object. Could be done to express anger, confidence, exuberance.

Straightening the Back - Most Bloodthirsters have a natural hunch; in posturing situations, they may draw upon their true height and stand completely straight.

Hand on Shoulder - A physical greeting between Bloodthirsters. Most are verbal; this type of greeting suggests longstanding familiarity or particular respect from the Khornate to the recipient.

Lowering Eyes / Avoiding Eyes Contact - Submission, usually from one seasoned Bloodthirster to another, more dominant Daemon. Less obvious than the previously discussed 'sneezing', this lacks the appeasement to the other Daemon.

BONUS: Forglings can be told apart from older Bloodthirsters due to the presence of a tail, their sleeker bodies, and larger ears relative to their heads. Their ears can go through some funny stages before reaching a Tempered (Matured) State. This hazing is considered traditional among Bloodthirsters, so most grin and bear epithets such as "odd ears" "soft eared" "foldie" ect.

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The Fish Cries Too

Reader x Ezra

TWs: Reader suffers from severe depression, bullying, suicide attempt, vomiting, mutual obsession(ish), forced kissing, kidnapping (?), and angst. THIS IS DARK !!!

(… democracy asked for a new male character and damn.. he’s definitely a character!! This got a little rushed toward the end and I’m sorry 💔)

I dipped my red Converse in the murky, muddy pond as my hollow eyes examined the playful, pink petals of the waterlilies. Baggy black denim jeans stuck to my skin as I sloshed through cattails and schools of brown-gold carp. The water rose to my midriff, and melancholic moonlight guided me to a floating cardboard box. Trembling hands seized the package and carried it above the water. I vaguely remember setting it down on the grass before my body failed me–slipping to a dreamless slumber in the woods.

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The song of the mourning dove and the sunlight poking above the treetops caused my eyes to open. I weakly reached my hand out to the cardboard box and softly smiled. What mattered was that Dad’s present was safe; I didn’t care about anything else. I rubbed my head and stirred to my feet–a migraine formed, and I felt sick.

I ambled across uneven ground covered in flat rocks, smashed cans of beer, and dogwood branches. I stepped across the small creek and tripped up the dirt mound. Thorns stabbed my skin, and I bit the inside of my cheek. I jerked away and muttered curses, grabbing the cardboard box. I saw the outline of my home enlarging until I was at the broken wooden fence.

I balanced the box above my head and was careful not to step on rusted nails. My head throbbed as I opened the sliding glass door, waking up my little brother–who insisted on sleeping on the couch in the basement. His curly hair shot up from his train pillowcase, and his wide eyes locked with mine.

“Did it happen again,” His gentle voice yawned and then questioned, “Why do they–”

“It’s a silly prank. It’s what friends do to each other,” I smiled as he approached me, holding his fuzzy teddy bear, “They’re only joking, don’t worry.”

“Charlie doesn’t play with me like that,” He hugged my leg, “Why are they meanies?”

“You’ll laugh at it when you’re older,” I patted his head, “When you’re my age, everyone is mean.”

I guided him back to the red couch and tucked him back in. I waited for him to fall asleep before I went upstairs. I set the damp box on the kitchen counter and taped Dad’s birthday card. He wanted a new fishing rod for his birthday to take on his boat; I found a used one and refurbished it.

I muttered as I wandered down the hallway and opened my bedroom door. I saw my chipped phone screen glowing and hesitated to grab it. I felt something hot burn my throat and scrolled through seemingly endless notifications from the latest hate group chat. Highlights consisted of Ezra calling me ‘Fisheyes’–a nickname that used to be endearing–and videos of my friend Lenore protecting my battered, unconscious body from getting injured any further.

I replayed the video a few times, carefully examining the change in Ezra’s behavior when the fight was broken up. If I hadn’t known him, I would’ve assumed he was a bystander. How fortunate I was that nobody knew Ezra the way Lenore and I did.

I blocked the numbers and turned off my phone. I rested my head on a pillow and stared at the upholstered headboard. I traced my hands along the design and thought about the pond. Memories of playing with Ezra in the water and grabbing fish flooded my mind. I was far too weak to suppress the memories of childhood friendship, and the ringing in my ear reminded me of the Sunday church bell.

“We used to draw together in first grade; in second grade, we played house,” I muttered and felt tears trickle down my cheek, “Now, you wish I were dead.”

A thousand thoughts of suicide entered my mind, but only one remained. I thought it would be rather poetic to drown myself in the pond I spent most of my life around. Perhaps, if there was an afterlife, I could watch Ezra’s smug face crumble into a hallowing emptiness. I almost felt the water filling my lungs as my face paled and something rose from my throat. I stumbled to the trash can in my room, and stomach acid spilled from my chapped lips.

“Sorry,” I breathlessly mumbled to whatever divine being was watching, “I won’t think like that anymore.”

I wiped my face with crumpled tissues and pulled my hair back. The nausea finally cleared, and I felt slightly relieved. Footsteps approached my door, and I gently smiled when I saw my dad’s face. Thoughts of sorrow melted from my mind when I saw a toothy grin.

“Shucks, kid. You did well this year,” He heartily laughed and wandered inside my room, “Say, Mr. Borrego and his son, you might’ve heard of him, Ezra.”

He paused for comedic effect and expected me to laugh. I managed to fake amusement.

“Anyway, we were all going out on the boat, just us lads. But, I think it’d be best to bring my favorite kid with me on my birthday trip,” He patted my shoulder and grinned, “You have the honor of receiving my old rod.”

“I can’t fish, though,” I felt nauseous again and resisted the urge to cry, “I shouldn’t go.”

“Ezra can show you how, fisheyes,” He winked, “Besides, I’ve heard from Mr. Borrego a certain someone can’t stop speaking about you.”

“How lovely,” I weakly muttered.

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Dad was wasted, and Mr. Borrego was rambling to him about how, in his glory days, he caught thirteen catfish from a single river to impress his buddies.

“I could catch a catfish anytime today, y’know what I mean,” My dad howled with laughter, and Mr. Borrego copied, “Y / N ‘s mother was the only fish for me. What lovely scales she had.”

“Her hands weren’t that callused,” is what I wanted to say, but I knew better than to argue with my dad.

“How I’d love to say something about my wife, but I know Ezra would immediately proclaim it to his mother. Such a mama’s boy, it took him ages to stop cozying up between us in bed when he had a nightmare,” Mr. Borrego took a sip of his beer then pointed at Ezra, “Didn’t you always say it was clowns?”

“Can you cut it out,” Ezra sighed, and his hand tightened on his fishing rod.

“Don’t want to embarrass your son in front of my kid now, Joaquin,” My dad’s eyes locked with Ezra’s, “Lord knows he’ll throw a fit the way he used to all those years ago.”

Silence permeated the salty ocean air, and the gray-blue waves rocked the boat. The soft song of the water made me yawn as my dad looked at me and then over to Ezra.

“I’ll drop you two off at the shore,” He hummed and slowly stood up, “You kids don’t need to listen to us drunk adults ramble anymore.”

“Thank God, I can finally fucking leave this shitbox,” Ezra muttered loud enough for me to hear, “Fucking hate it here.”

I felt frightened and approached my father, who was steadily cruising the old boat towards the docks.

“I want to stay here,” I tugged his blue flannel and whispered, “I don’t want to be alone with Ezra. Dad, I've wanted to tell you for a while–”

“Relax, I know you two kids have the hots for each other,” He stupidly grinned at me, “I know you’re nervous to make a move because I know you. Trust me, Ezra’s dad can’t keep a single secret about his son. The boy is a little more than head over heels.”

Protesting seemed pointless; who was I to ruin my dad’s birthday with silly complaints about fears? Besides, Ezra never laid a hand on me personally; it was always his friends. ‘It was fine,’ the words echoed in my head as the motor’s noise softened. ‘It was fine,’ formed in my throat as my sandals nearly fell off my feet when I stepped on the jagged, algae-covered rocks.

“Don’t get into too much trouble, kids,” Mr. Borrego called out as the motor loudly started.

“We’ll be fine,” my eyes and mouth said.

When the boat was far enough, I looked at Ezra.

“I’ll leave,” The words quickly fell off my tongue, and I attempted to ease the tension, “Just tell them I wasn’t feeling good.”

“No thanks, fisheyes,” Ezra smiled and stepped closer, “You scared or something?”

I was at the edge of the rocks and could feel Ezra's amusement. Yet, it didn’t matter anymore. The waves reflected the pale moonlight, and I saw my face shatter and reform in them.

“You think I’d actually hurt you or something? It’s my birthday gift to your fatass dad,” He laughed and tilted his head, “Oh, forgot you’ve always been obsessed with your dad. Don’t yell at me, please.”

The water called to me like a siren, and I felt an overwhelming urge to

Dive.

The frigid ocean water shocked my body as I opened my eyes. They stung with salt, and I felt hysteria overwhelm common sense. I jammed my foot inside the rocks and felt a delightful pain overcome my ankle. I crammed it further until it was stuck and felt relief sweep over my body. The ocean was no pond, but it was death–how could I complain about my wish?

A year, hour, minute, or second passed–it didn’t matter. I felt my lungs override my hysteric state and could hear Ezra’s hoarse shouting from the surface.

‘Fisheyes,’ I thought, ‘I bet his eyes are wider than mine. I loved Ezra’s eyes; they were always prettier than mine. Emerald green with thick, dark eyelashes. They sparkled when they looked at me.’

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Warm and cold, then warm once more–the cycle of the ocean and my relationship with Ezra. I thought it’d finally freeze over; I thought he wanted me to die.

“Liar,” I threw up water and seafood dinner. My voice croaked out another, “Liar.”

An overwhelming sensation of pain that was too profound to protest any treatment consumed my nerves.

“You’re fucking insane,” Ezra smacked me across the face and clenched my soaked t-shirt, “You’re actually fucking insane.”

“Part of me hoped you’d save me,” I felt my eyes close and smiled, “I mainly wished you let me die.”

“I wish you fucking died. You’re ruining my life,” He muttered and let go of my shirt, “I hate you.”

“Why, Ezra?”

“Because you’re always on my mind, fucking fisheyes. I can’t focus on anything but you; it ruins my day to see you happy when you don’t even know the lengths I go to.”

“You’re lying. I fucking hate it when you lie.”

A chill crept down my spine when he cupped my face. His emerald eyes were wider than my own when our lips pressed. He crammed his tongue into my mouth, and I felt like vomiting again.

“Lenore always got in the way whenever I got you weak enough to do this,” He wiped his mouth, “Fucking bitch, why are you two still friends?”

“Lenore doesn’t get her friends to beat the shit out of me and doesn’t have fantasies of molesting me.”

“I bet I was your first kiss.”

Stomach acid crept into my throat, and I started to sob.

“Calling my dad and telling him you got tired. I’m taking you back to my place,” Ezra left my cold body on the rocks and cocked his head, “You look like shit.”

“I tried to kill myself,” I laughed and felt hysterical, “You want me to go back with you after this? I’ll throw myself back in the water.”

“Gives me another opportunity to tongue you,” Ezra smirked and grabbed my neck as he called his dad.

“They’re fatigued, Dad,” He stared at me, “I’m taking them back to our place; it’s closer. Besides, Mom loves to see Y / N. No, I– Shut up. I’m leaving now, bye.”

“I fucking hate you, Ezra,” My lip quivered, and I felt frigid.

“Cry it out,” He picked me up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

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Buso

Image © Paizo Publishing, accessed at Archives of Nethys here

[The buso are a category of monsters in the folklore of the Bagobo people of the Philippines. “Buso” is one of those words that covers a lot of territory, like “aswang” or “bakemono”. Or, to be honest, “goblin”, “elf” or “dragon”. Some authentic busos do have one eye and man-eating habits, so this interpretation works for me. ]

Buso CR 3 NE Humanoid This humanoid is tall and gangly. It has a single oversized eye, small sharp teeth, and an upturned chin. Their hair is like the vines of a creeper, thick and studded with small leaves.

The buso are humanoids native to warm seasonal forests, who are required by a quirk in their physiology to consume the flesh of other humanoids on a regular basis. A buso who goes without a meal of humanoid flesh for a month becomes sickly, and will die before the year is out. Thus, buso are feared and hated by most other peoples, although they get along well with goblinoids (who are similarly omnivorous and callous). The buso attribute this hunger, their single eyes, and their ability to control plant life to the intervention of forest spirits called busaw. Most of a buso’s diet comes from agriculture—they grow fruits, tubers and herbs in forest gardens watched over by an elevated guard house.

Because of their knowledge of plants and abilities to cause plants to grow abnormally large, buso are sometimes sought out by people experiencing a famine. The buso are happy to trade with these people, granting them expertise or magical assistance in exchange for better weapons and armor. Communities that trade with the buso are not necessarily immune to their depredations, but may become so with occasional sacrifices (particularly of travelers, prisoners and other undesirables). Buso advance by character class; druid and ranger are common choices, as are barbarians and fighters.

Buso Datu On rare occasions, a busaw spirit may decide to inhabit the body of a baby buso. The resultant combination is called a buso datu by the buso, and usually advances to a position of authority and respect, if not taking over their community as headman. A buso datu has two eyes, an ivory horn on the top of its head and power over fire. A buso datu is treated as a buso with the advanced simple template and the following spell-like abilities at CL 4th: burning hands and produce fire 3/day; pyrotechnics and resist energy (fire only) 1/day (Wisdom based save DCs). A buso datu is a CR 4 creature.

Buso       CR 3 XP 800 NE Medium humanoid Init +1; Senses low-light vision, Perception +8 Defense AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 13 (+1 Dex, +1 natural, +2 armor) hp 30 (4d8+12) Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +2 Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee masterwork kukri +8 (1d4+4/18-20), bite +2 (1d3+2) or bite +7 (1d3+4) Ranged javelin +4 (1d6+4) Special Abilities resize plant Statistics Str 18, Dex 13, Con 15, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 9 Base Atk +3; CMB +7; CMD 18 Feats Nimble Moves, Toughness Skills Climb +14, Knowledge (arcana) +7, Knowledge (nature) +7, Perception +8, Profession (cook) +7, Survival +7; Racial Modifiers +4 Climb, +4 Perception Languages Goblin, Sylvan Ecology Environment warm forests Organization solitary, pair, party (3-8) or community (9-24 plus 1-4 buso rangers of 2nd-5th level and 0-1 buso datu) Treasure standard (leather armor, masterwork kukri, 3 javelins, other treasure) Special Abilities Resize Plant (Su) Three times per day as a standard action, a buso can touch a mundane plant or plant creature and adjust its size. For a mundane plant, the plant changes size within 1 category. For a plant creature, this functions as an enlarge person or reduce person spell (CL 4th, DC 14 negates), except that it only affects plant creatures. The save DC is Constitution based.