#plastic shed base

[shadebaseshop]

A Reinforced Concrete Slab As A Shed Base.

Establishing a solid foundation is necessary when erecting a shed, ensuring longevity and stability. There are many different ways to achieve this. We really do believe that whatever concrete can do, our plastic shed base grids can do. But taking the extra time to build a concrete Shed Base is still a firm favourite for many people. Following this simple guide will help you lay successful foundations for your new shed base: Step 1: Precise Measurement and Marking Begin by marking out the area for your shed. Make sure the area goes beyond the shed's dimensions to accommodate a wooden frame. Insert wooden pegs at each corner and connect them with a taut string line. You need to make sure the lines are square. To accomplish this, measure the distance between each corner. They need to be the same. Adjust the position of the wooden pegs as needed. Step 2: Excavation Now it’s time to prepare the sub base. Dig a pit with a depth of 100mm, ensuring a level bottom. Debris and vegetation that could damage your sub base should be removed. It helps to compact the earth after excavation. Depending on the size of your base and for ease, you might want to consider using a mini digger to save breaking your back. Step 3: Setting Up the Sub-base As concrete breaks up when laid directly on soft ground, a hardcore sub-base on top of a geotextile membrane is required. MOT Type 1 hardcore is the go-to material for this, and you want to layer it 50mm at a time. Compact it thoroughly on each layer of 50mm. Once satisfied with the levels and compaction, you’ll need a layer of sand on top to finish the levelling and to prevent puncturing the damp-proof membrane. Step 4: Formwork Construction Construct a frame of treated timber matching the slab's dimensions. Verify that the frame is level and square. Drive wooden posts at one-metre intervals around the formwork to stop the frame warping under the weight of the concrete. Ensure it is in level with a spirit level.

Step 5: Damp-proof Membrane Application Cover the entire Shed Bases with a damp proof membrane, ensuring edges are turned up inside the formwork to create a tray. Overlapping and taping joints is essential to prevent concrete drying issues and minimise condensation. Don’t use a staple gun to attach the membrane to the formwork as the membrane will tear when the concrete is poured. Step 6: Concrete Mix Multiply the length, width, and depth of the slab to determine the required volume of concrete. Order concrete accordingly, considering a standard mix ratio of 1 part cement to 5 parts ballast (aggregate and sand). You might want to cover up your skin and eyes as the cement can cause burns. Step 7: Concrete Pouring and Spreading Efficiency is vital as concrete begins setting within hours. If you can’t mix the concrete directly next to the form, then use wheelbarrows to transport concrete to the site. Keep the concrete moving within the form to ensure it stays workable. Spread and level the concrete with shovels or rakes, followed by tamping to eliminate air bubbles. A polythene cover will help to prevent rapid drying and consequent cracking. Step 8: Curing Process Allow a minimum of 48 hours for the concrete to dry sufficiently for walking. Removal of formwork timber is then possible once the concrete has dried. Bear in mind though that complete curing takes 28 days before accommodating heavy loads. Conclusion As you can see, building a concrete base is a very hands-on process requiring different equipment and skills. Once set, the concrete will provide a solid foundation for your shed for years to come. As part of a more substantial construction, you might prefer the assured solidity of the concrete base. If you’re not keen to tackle this yourself, or you simply don’t have the time, you might want to consider a plastic shed base kit. It provides the same solidity and durability whilst also providing drainage and airflow to your new garden shed building.

[my-castles-crumbling]

spring - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 301

Regulus hated the heat. He hated the outdoors and the sun and anything that wasn't sitting in his dorm in a cozy overstuffed chair, reading a good book.

So when the weather started to become more mild and his friends started to request that they go outside, he was in a foul mood more often than usual.

Why did they have to sit in the annoyingly warm air? Why not in the cool castle, sheltered from the sun?

But he tagged along anyways, scowling all the while, curling at the base of a tree with his book, rolling his eyes when Barty made fun of him. Soon, he'd settled into his book well enough, though he wasn;t happy about it.

"Damn, Potter's looking fit."

Barty's comment made Regulus look up curiously. And, only thirty yards away, there he was: James Potter, loping over the ground with his friends, laughing and throwing a disk back and forth between himself and Sirius.

Of course, the disk was not what drew Regulus's attention.

In the heat, Potter had shed his cloak and his button-down shirt, leaving only his thin white undershirt, the tank top revealing his muscular arms as he caught and threw the piece of plastic.

Horribly, tantalizingly, the shirt slipped upward as Potter threw, revealing a thin sliver of tan skin, a dusting of hair on Potter's lower stomach drawing Regulus's eyes in a direction he had not meant for them to go.

And the think sheen of sweat over Potter's muscles made him almost shine in the sun, his smile and shouts of laughter making Regulus's stomach flip-flop even more than it already had been.

"He's...not bad," Regulus muttered, looking back down at his book, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

Really, he realized, Spring wasn't all that bad.

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

Masterpost: Visual Kei movies & other types jrockers were involved

So, it came to my attention some of you want to watch more visual kei movies so I thought of listing what I know, in case you've missed any of those. Please feel free to add anything I've missed with reblogs or in the comments.

Thank you @kirk-goes-to-gallifrey for the three movie links! ^^ And thank you @waretamado for helping with the titles of Plastic Tree's movies! Btw most of the vkei only movies must still be available on YT guys, however not all of them will be on HD.

Visual Kei movies:

Seth et Holth (1993) (Hide) YT link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vx_laJCEpew)

Moon Child (2003) (Gackt & Hyde)

Verte Aile/Bel Air (1997) (Malice Mizer) YT link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vdd58pTaK8A)

Bara no Konrei/Bridal of the Rose (2001) (Malice Mizer) YT link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr1d_cFRnxs)

BeatRock☆Love (2009) (Takeru ex.SuG)

Number Six (2006) (Alice Nine)

Yuku Pura Kuru Pura... Edokawa Puranpo no 「Ougon otoko」~「Visual bako no bijo」 (Plastic Tree) YT link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81Bb-3L4l2E)

Yuku Pura Kuru Pura... Edokawa Puranpo no 「Onan tokage」~「Bishounen wo kuu bijo」 (Plastic Tree) YT link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAha6vDCE0Q)

Yuku Pura Kuru Pura...Edokawa Puranpo no「Angura Kaijin」~「Remon no bijo」 (Plastic Tree) YT link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pzt3ai5LSXc)

Ascendead Master (2009) (Versailles)

Onegai Kanaete (2011) (Versailles)

Oresama (2004) (Miyavi) YT link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcBvKQfVKNM)

Soundtrack (2002) (Sugizo) (I don't know if it's a vkei movie but since the theme appears to be music-oriented, I put it here)

Non Visual Kei movies jrockers acted in:

Kagen no Tsuki (2004) (this is a live action of a manga) (Hyde)

There is a movie that Takeru of SuG had played in for only a couple of scenes that was his first ever role, but I forget the name. I remember sth about "blue generation" or sth. If sb remembers it, please put it in the comments. Most people might remember the scene with the fluffy coat, him with blond hair turning to the protagonist with a menacing look, from the distance.

Paracelcus' Homonculus (2015) (this is an artsy film based off a photographer's exhibition) (Takeru of SuG)

Midori: the Camellia girl (2016) (live action of a manga) (Takeru of SuG)

Bunraku (2010) (Gackt)

Akumu-chan (2014) (Gackt)

Karanukan (2018) (Gackt)

Tonde Saitama 1 (2019) & 2 (2023) (Gackt)

Moshimo Tokugawa Ieyasu ga Sori Daijin ni Nattara (2024) (Gackt)

Furin Kazan (2007) (Gackt)

Mr. Brain (2009) (it must have been 1 episode or 2) (Gackt)

Tempest (2011) (Gackt)

Sengoku Basara (2012) (Gackt)

Time Spiral (2014) (Gackt)

BLEACH (2018) (live action) (Miyavi)

Hell Dogs (2022) (Miyavi)

Familia (2023) (Miyavi)

Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (2019) (Miyavi)

Kate (2021) (Miyavi)

Stray (2019) (Miyavi)

Unbroken (2014) (Miyavi)

There's a movie with either gangs or bands that Chiyu of SuG played after the disband. Papiko, shed your light cause I don't remember the title.

30-thirty (2000) Hakuei

The Legend of the The Stardust Brothers (1985) (Issay)

溺れる魚 / Drowning Fish (2001) (Izam of Shazna)

Longinus (2004) (more of a short than a full movie I guess) (Atsushi Sakurai)

Other

REPO! The Genetic Opera (2008) (Yoshiki was involved with the music production of this film. Personally I learnt it years after I'd watched it)

Death Trance (2005) (It features many Dir en Grey songs in its soundtracks)

Hamlet (1998) (A rock opera version of the famous play, by Penicillin) YT link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hljXGPsUU1Q)

I hope you can find anything you like and enjoy!

[berberriescorner]

"Through It All"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: There aren’t many things that put Rio on edge. Most people see a calm, cool, and collected individual. Keeping a level head is his specialty. What happens when the person he loves most needs him to be strong for both of them? Get a glimpse of what it’s like seeing him hold someone down through thick and thin, in sickness and health. If you know, you know.

**PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND AUTHOR’S NOTE**

Warnings: Angst…like seriously. You’ll understand once you read the author’s note. This fic contains sweet, soft, fluffy Rio. The fic includes some of my crazy humor with a smidge of the character’s inner thoughts. If reading about gynecological procedures makes you uncomfortable, this may not be a fic for you. It doesn’t go into great detail, but it is mentioned and sheds a bit of light. If mentions of the ins and outs of fertility is a soft spot, please read with caution. It isn’t my intention to bring anyone down, but this story is based on parts of my own experiences. Again, the note will explain more.

Author/Personal Note: Okay. Where to start? So, as some of you may know throughout the past two years I’ve been getting cycles of iron infusions. This year, after making several complaints and an ER visit or two. I had an ultrasound performed, which led to me getting surgery months later (the procedure I had done recently). I’ve been spending my days at home recovering, and it’s given me time to reflect. Damn, it’s been a rough couple of years, but I’m so thankful through it all. It’s difficult having a plethora of health issues. This situation put so much added stress on top of it all. As a woman, hearing you have a fibroid. Learning it’s best to get it removed to protect your fertility is scary as hell. You get it done, get sent home, and though you have loved ones taking amazing care of you. It’s still a difficult, challenging process. At times, it’s lonely. No one but you can fully wrap your head around the emotions and feelings the body is going through. It’s pretty wild.

Anywho, sorry y’all. Let me stop rambling and get to the point. We all know how overactive my imagination is. Being stuck in bed, my mind has been wandering. I thought to myself why not take this experience and channel it into a fic. I’m hoping that this will also be a comforting story to anyone who’s been through the same experience. Here is a look at how I envision Rio taking in the experience with his lady. I plan to write at least two more parts for this. Happy reading my lovelies! I wrote this on a whim, in celebration of my birthday, so ignore the grammatical errors my loves. I may come back and do some more editing. Depends on how I’m feeling.

Word Count: 1,800+. 

Inspired By💜:

Random fun fact: Toni Braxton and I have the same birthday😆. Happy Birthday, Queen💓.

Everything was still as a deafening silence fell across the room. It was as if each occupant was afraid to utter a single word. Your mother pretended to distract herself with a Kindle book as your father paced the floor quietly. They’d share a glance each time they checked their watch, smiling at one another in comfort and reassurance. 

Then, together, they directed their attention toward the chair in the far right corner. It was tucked in a tight corner next to a window, giving little relief and comfort to your husband, Rio. He, too was anxious, but no one would ever know it. He was always able to still his facial features. Never one to give his emotions away. The only person who could read him wasn’t in the room. You were on the other side of the building and the reason for your families’ nervousness. No longer able to stand the constant glances and silence, Rio stood from his seat. He released a breath, rubbing his palms against his jeans. Turning to your parents, he stated, “I’m going to grab a quick cup of coffee from the cafeteria. Would you two like something?”

Your mother, a gentle, nurturing soul, responded for both of them.

“No, baby. We’re fine. Don’t worry. I’ll come find you if we receive news.”

Rio ducked away in a vacant spot in the cafeteria, hands folded over top of the steam of the coffee. He searched for peace and solace until a jolting vibration exploded in his jacket pocket. Fumbling for the phone, he answered without looking.

“What they say ma-. Oh, my bad. Wassup? Everything good?” Rio listened patiently before snapping. “You know this is something you could’ve handled yourself, right? I don’t have time for the three stooges bullshit today.”

He instantly felt a slight pang of guilt. Rio realized that the stress and worry of his current situation were influencing his mood. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed. Inhaling, he continued, “My bad bro. She’s been in for three hours, and it’s got me tweaking. Nobody’s giving us any damn answers. It’s a non-invasive procedure, but it’s still considered major surgery. I just need to hear she’s good.”

“It’s all good, boss. I know you’re worried about wifey. She’s a strong woman. Boss lady’s going to be alright. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. Call me as soon as you know something,” Mick responded.

“You're right. Thank you for holdin’ shit down.”

He laid his phone on the table, burying his face in his hands. The last few moments he spent with you were on repeat in his mind. Rio returned to the present, hearing the chair opposite him slide backward. His eyes connected with your father’s, and he readied himself for wherever the conversation would go.

It was no secret that the two hadn’t always seen eye to eye. The two men sat for several minutes before your father started speaking.

“I’ll be honest with you, man. You’re not at all what I envisioned for my daughter.”

“You seriously want to have this conversation right now?”

“Now wait, son. Let me finish.”

Hold up. It’s son now? Where is this going? It didn’t even sound disrespectful. It doesn’t sound like he’s trying to play me on some sucka shit. I’ll hear him out.

Rio nodded his head, giving your father the floor.

“I may not know all you do for a living, son, but I know you’ve managed to make a comfortable and safe life for my baby girl. When it comes down to it, that’s what I’ve always wanted for her. It took me some time to come to terms with it, but I know, without a doubt, that you’re doing everything in your power to make her feel protected and loved. Let me just say what I’m getting at,” he chuckled. “You’re good at hiding it, son, but I know you’re worried. Hell, so are we, but that’s alright.”

Rio’s head dropped, shoulders slumping. He took the opportunity to be vulnerable finally. Your father’s acceptance allowed him the space to do so. He felt a comforting grip land on his shoulder. Your father finished, “Baby girl is going to be alright, son. With all your love and support, she’ll be back on her feet soon. Now, you take a few more moments to yourself. Don’t be surprised when her momma wraps you up in a big hug when you head back. She’s worried about her favorite son-in-law.”

Rio chuckled, “I’m her only son-in-law, sir.”

“Even better. You ain’t gotta share. That sweet woman sure knows how to smother people in love.”

“You’re daughter is the same way. It’s one of the many things I love about her.”

“Which is why you understand my reasons for being so guarded. That’s my baby girl. Enough with that ‘sir’ shit too. Call me pops. My son may not like that, but I get a kick out of irritating him anyway. He’s overprotective of his sister.”

“Y’all gon’ try to take me out if I ever mess up, huh?”

“What I look like snitching on myself? Let’s not ever get to that bridge, son.”

The two men shared a laugh, but everything turned serious when they saw your mom power walking towards them. Rio's heart began thudding in his chest.

“Ma, what’s wrong? Did-.”

“Relax, sugar,” she cooed, rubbing a hand against both men’s arms. “The nurse said the doctor should be ready to talk to us in about fifteen minutes. Let’s head back to the waiting room.”

Fifteen minutes came and went. Your mother couldn’t help but crack a smile at both men. They both started fussing about how long the surgeon was taking. She felt sorry for the man once he approached them. The doctor, attempting to apologize, was cut off by an impatient Rio.

“You good, doc. We understand these things take time, but excuse us for being anxious. We were under the impression this would be about an hour-long procedure. How’s my wife?”

The surgeon explained himself. “That’s what we anticipated, but the process took longer. Your wife’s last ultrasound a few months back showed a fibroid the size of a plum. Sadly, it grew to the size of an orange, which would explain why things grew more difficult during her last few cycles. However, you’ll be happy to know that we managed to do it laparoscopically, and everything looks great. She’s being taken to recovery now, but we’ve decided to keep her overnight.”

All three of your family members asked, “Why is that,” in unison.

“We just want to keep an eye on her for the next twenty-four hours. Given gas was used to see things more clearly, we’d like to monitor her. We’ll need to see that she gets up and walks to get things flowing. I just want to be sure she gets it moving out of her system. Also, since she’s anemic, we just want to be extra careful. I promise everything went well, and she should be ready to go in the morning.”

Each family member felt at ease. The trio waited for an invitation to your recovery room. Though he wanted to be the first person you saw when you woke up, Rio encouraged your parents to go first. The two visitors' only rule irritated them all.

Your eyes fluttered open, and your parents laughed at the slurred responses given to your nurse. Your parents took turns kissing your forehead, expressing encouraging words. Your father, now at ease, left the room in search of Rio.

“You might want to hurry back there. She’s still a bit loopy. Baby girl has been asking the nurse, where my husband? You got my baby acting ratchet in this hospital,” he joked.

“Aye, she was like that when I met her,” he laughed, walking towards recovery.

Rio slid behind the curtain, laying eyes on the most precious sight. You were in bed, laid back, eyes closed, singing off-key as your mother held your hand, laughing. The nurse stepped beside him, giving a small giggle.

“She’s been looking for you. Ma’am, the man of the hour is here.”

Your eyes popped open as you halted the song. “My husbannnd! Hey baeee,” you winced, given the pain and having a hoarse voice.

“Mama, you back here wildin’ ain’t you? How’s our little patient doing, ma,” he directed toward your mom.

“Crazy as ever. This girl opened her eyes, looked at me, and called herself whispering. Loud as ever, she asked me if she still had a uterus. Her daddy would’ve turned red if he were capable.”

They both shared a laugh as you did your best to shrug shoulders. Wanting to give you two privacy, your mom went to sit in the waiting room. Rio turned to you, holding your hand. His lips brushed across your knuckles, and he shivered at how cold they were. Wrapping his hand around yours, he tried warming the digits.

“My momma ain’t answer my question though,” you mumbled, eyes closed.

Rio smiled, “What’s that now, mama?”

“My uterus. Sis still in there, right?”

“Yes, darlin’. What makes you think it’s not?”

“I signed them papers, man. In the event of a ‘mergency, they were going to take shawty,” you sassed, words still slurring.

Rio did his best to hold back a cackle. Clearing his throat, he replied, “Mama, you straight. Everything went according to plan. There was no emergency. The fibroid is out. It was bigger than expected. That’s why it feels like you were out for a while.”

“Aight bet. So when we making babies,” you asked, wincing again.

“First off, sit still, mama. Your body is pretty sore right now.”

“Baby, I’m drugged up! I don’t feel nothin’.”

“Second. You’ll be recovering for four to six weeks. You’re not going to be in any type of mood for all that. I believe the surgeon said no sex for two to three weeks. No babies for at least six months, darlin’. They just sliced your uterus open and stitched it back together, mama,” he explained, running his thumb across your lip.

He laughed at the pout etched on your face. Rio caressed the side of your face, kissing you gently. “On some real shit. I was worried out my mind over you, mama. I’m so glad you’re good. You’re my world. The clock kept ticking, and I was about to lose it.”

Your eyes connected with his, “I’m right here, papa. I’m good. We gonna be good. No matter what,” you whispered. Even through the drugs and drowsiness, you could feel his angst. Rio could read between the lines. He knew what you were trying to communicate. It had been on both your minds heavily. Your eyes connected with his. Rio saw the unshed tears you were holding back, and he swallowed hard, nodding his head in agreement. No matter where this path led, Rio knew, in his heart, that he loved you with everything in him.

Baby or not, we’ll still feel fulfilled and happy. My life’s purpose is to love and give you the world.

This piece was both personal and therapeutic for me to write. I truly hope you all enjoyed it. Please be sure to comment and reblog, it's appreciated. Now I'm about to go eat some birthday cake and read some amazing fan fiction😆.

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[mellowmadds]

Give Me A Challenge | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo/Fem Reader

Based off the movie: ‘Challengers’ (2024)

Warnings: slight cussing, SMUT

Word Count: 1231

(I know nothing about tennis) oops

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Stanford University where grade A students resided and kids who were fortunate enough to be born to rich parents chose to spend the next four years at. However for you it was an easy decision because while yes studying was important tennis is where you thrived the most.

Not wanting to go pro yet was something that you had your heart set on, although the girls at competing Universities would be no challenge, you still thought playing college tennis was the right move.

“So what the hell are you going to do about that failing grade?” Nick asked before dipping the pretzel he had bought earlier into that disgusting orange plastic cheese.

Trying to keep your focus on the tennis match in front of you, you decided that scoffing was the best response. It’s not that you didn’t care about your grades, you'd still like to graduate. It's just that right at this moment tennis was the most important thing right now, especially if you wanted to keep that sponsorship with Adidas.

“Come on Matt!” You screamed before jumping out of your seat making Nick almost drop his pretzel.

This made Nick refocus back to his brother's game where he was met with the sight of Matt furiously hitting the ground with his racket.

“Code Violation: Matt Sturniolo, racket abuse. Minus one point” The announcer speaks into the microphone. Although Matt was good he wanted to be better he wanted to prove to not only himself but to you that he would be a challenge to other players.

The game continued on and eventually it was obvious who the winner would be and it wasn’t Matt. As both of you guys walked down the stairway and onto the court Nick made it clear he wanted no part in the conversation you were about to have with Matt so he made an excuse to go back to his dorm to study for his upcoming chemistry exam.

“Don’t look at me like that” Was all Matt could conjure up.

“Like what Matt? The look of disappointment? Embarrassment? Anger?” You knew you were being a little harsh on him but you wanted him to be better.

“Do better” You told him while staring up into his eyes that didn’t dare shed a tear from the embarrassment of being told off in public.

Matt shoved his beaten up racket into his dirty duffle bag and stormed off without saying anymore to you not even a goodluck for your match which was up next, he knew you didn’t need the luck. The next few days flew by due to the fact you had practice after practice. It got exhausting after a while and you desperately needed a break.

Deciding to go grab an ice coffee you threw on an oversized red Stanford University sweatshirt and thought that was good enough to walk to the cafe and back. After ordering your ice coffee you leaned against the counter looking through the table’s and your eyes landed on a lonely Matt sitting next to the window on his laptop.

“Why do you look so stressed out?” You asked him while sipping your ice coffee.

“I’m not, I’m just frustrated” Matt responded without looking up from his laptop.

“What are you watching?” You smirked at him knowing that it was one of your matches that was playing on his screen.

Matt couldn’t help but stare at the way your skirt slightly lifted every time the wind blew past and the way you would slightly lean forward before serving the tennis ball.

“Sexually frustrated?” You laughed.

“What are you talking about?” Matt said, finally looking up from his laptop.

“You said you were frustrated so I was just wondering” You spoke up trying to get him to notice you were into him.

“What are you trying to say y/n?” Matt asked as he crossed his arms.

“Isn’t it obvious? Or should I go ask your brother for some company, I heard Chris is pretty popular among the cheerleaders” You knew this would get Matt going because he just hated the way his brother got all the attention just because basketball was a more popular sport than lame old tennis.

“Don’t say shit like that, let's go” Matt said confidently which he sometimes could lack but this side of him was turning you on even more.

Matt basically dragged you all the way back to his dorm room. After throwing his backpack in the corner of the room he quickly led you to his bed where he lightly tossed you backwards onto the soft navy blue comforter.

“Why are you so eager? Have you been thinking about me?” You asked with a smile on your face.

“I want you to be all sweaty and out of breath in my bed not the tennis court” He said with no shame whatsoever. Before you could respond Matt was already pulling your sweatshirt off your body only to find out you weren’t wearing anything under it except a white pair of panties.

“God you’re beautiful” He said before leaning down, giving you a heated passionate kiss and then trailing down your neck before placing a small light kiss to your chest.

You pulled on his t-shirt as a way of telling him to take it off and he happily obliged. After tossing his shirt to the floor he gripped your waist playing with the waistband of your underwear.

“Can I?” He asked sweetly and of course you shook your head yes.

“I want words baby” Matt said sternly.

“Yes Matt please” You whined before he yanked down your panties tossing them in the same direction as his shirt.

He places his hands on your knees gripping them while slightly spreading your legs before he completely lays down flat against the bed staring directly at you like you could be his last meal. Finally he flattens his tongue onto you before licking all the way up to your sensitive bud and slowly sucking on it. Matt continued this before slowly inserting his middle and ring finger into you.

“Matt please faster” You moaned out as he did what he was told because all he wanted to do was please you. He continued at this fast pace until you came all over his fingers. You used your elbows to prop yourself up on his bed to stare down at him before grabbing his chin.

“You look cute like this, all flustered” You smirked down at him as his nose and cheeks turned a bright red.

“Too bad I have to leave, maybe next time we can continue further” You said before releasing his chin and getting up to grab your underwear and sweatshirt.

“What? What do you mean? You’re just going to leave me here like this?” Matt seemed genuinely confused as he begged you to stay.

“Too bad you lost that tennis match, win next time and I’ll think about coming over again” You said sternly before opening the door and taking one last look at the stunned boy sitting on his bed.

As much as you wanted to continue this fantasy of yours you also really wanted to see Matt play at his hardest on the tennis court and if this is what it takes to see a great tennis match then you were going to continue to tease him until he reaches victory.

[probablyasocialecologist]

Fashion waste manifests at three stages in the value chain: during the production process where surplus raw materials accumulate; in warehouses where excess buffer stocks settle; and in landfills where post-consumer waste mounts. While the instant fashion model does likely reduce buffer stocks (although the companies don’t share these data to validate their claims), it’s hyper-dependence on fossil fuel-based polyester summed with the short half-life of its cheap clothing causes consequential environmental damage at the other stages of the process. Instant fashion’s popularity overlaps with the surge in plastic as a fashion input. Prior to 2000, natural fibers (such as cotton and wool) were the primary inputs to clothing. However, as fossil fuel producers have come under pressure from the growth of renewables, growth in plastic supply has proved a welcome offset with the fashion industry serving as a reliable customer. Cheaper, more readily available, and with some preferred properties (e.g. quick-drying, wrinkle-proof, durable, ability to “take” color, and more), synthetics have powered the growth of activewear and instant fashion. While consumers have benefited from lower prices, the negative impacts of synthetics are an environmental scourge. Energy used to produce plastics is often fossil fuel-intensive leading to increases in carbon emissions. During a plastic garment’s useful life, it sheds microplastics into waterways that end up in the food supply, as do excess concentrations of hazardous chemicals. A recent Greenpeace investigation found that 15% of Shein’s products contain concentrations of hazardous chemicals that breach E.U. regulatory limits. Finally, it takes hundreds of years for cheap synthetic shoes and shirts to decompose, all the while emitting methane and further contributing to climate change. (It’s important to note that even producing clothing with natural, untreated fabrics impacts the environment; the most sustainable option is to produce and consume less.)

[bane-huntress]

My Merlin Diorama... lol

Took my ages to finally find a base... which I found in my brothers Shed, is a wooden coaster with it's bark on the outside, it screamed at me to use it! I think it turned out okay ^_^

PS: For the original photos, I forgot I hadn't put Arthur's Helm on, or a scroll down.

Working on Photos:

Figures: Official 9cm figures from the show. "The Adventures of Merlin", Sets: Merlin, Arthur and Dragon {Kilgharrah]. Materials: Wood coaster, PVA glue, face tissue (covered in PVA to lift up plastic stone at the back), Model Static grass powder (with stone chips), Leather Bostic glue, Staple gun (To secure figures to the base), Triskelion silver pendant (was gonna be used in another project), Acrylic pains (to add depth to figures)

Took me about 5 day's to do... mostly waiting for the PVA Glue to dry, tehe. Hope you like ^_^

[roxannepolice]

One of those "one moment you're toying with an idea, next you realise it makes way more sense than the author ever intended" things, but-

Like, between rolling eyes at Fifteen claiming he would recognise Susan everywhere after a score of not recognising the Master when they're right in front of them and Tensimm junkyard sniffing, I think RTD's handling of Time Lord recognition of each other makes a whole lot more sense once we ask ourselves a simple question:

Is the Ainley!Master situation the norm or the anomaly?

Ok, considering his run was the longest, he did in many ways establish the "norm", and that norm is a Santa Claus beard seamlessly fooling three consecutive Doctors. But, if instead we look at earlier interactions things get a bit more complicated.

The Time Meddler may not be very definite on the subject, but One isn't, like, completely and utterly confused at who the Monk is, and the conversation between them flows rather seemlessly, like between two countrymen meeting abroad, and that a good deal before the Doctor sees the Monk's TARDIS. Next, regardless of whether War Chief=Master or not, the point still stands: he and Two recognise each other the second they meet. But it is with Threegado that things get really interesting. For all that Delgado!Master loves dress ups, these are not actually used at the Doctor. Like, correct me if I'm wrong, but there is no scene where the Master shows up in cheap ass plastic Graucho Marx eyebrow-glasses-moustache set and Three starts congratulating him on A Night at the Opera, at least not in the strict tv canon?

What I'm driving at, is that with this established history of Time Lords being able to recognise each other on sight and no direct contradiction in Threegado, Fivey consistently falling for the Master's Halloween aisle catwalk comes off as less to be expected.

But here's the thing: there's a very good explanation for why Ainley!Master would be harder/almost impossible to recognise for the Doctor. His Trakkenite body.

As in, this particular Master has a different biology not only from any of his regenerations, but from any other Time Lord. Add just a bit of psychic shielding, and, like. Cheap rubber masks become much more efficient for a species where visual recognition isn't really an evolutionarily stable solution.

Again, this is me just poking at canon and canon showing little resistance, but this interpretation also sheds a different light on how Three and One interact with the Master in Five Doctors. Three can just tell who this Mephistopheles-Blofeld lovebaby that showed up on Gallifrey is, because it's pretty much the same style he spent so much time with (and not relying mainly on visuals does not mean being completely face blind yk). One, on the other hand? He has no idea who this Trakkenite smelling hottie is.

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Now, there are two important implications of this non-visual based interpretation: first refers to the Rani dressing up as Mel right after Six regenerates into Seven. Now, this in its own right is an interesting contrast to Five, also in post-regeneration stress, because where Seven at least gets fuzzy impressions something's off about this Mel, Five is just blissfully unaware mr Santa the celery juice bringer might be anything but just that. The second implication regards Eight, who's back on track of recognising the Master - and that a new snatched body Master! - on sight. And well, sorry, this is just where my crack brain kicked in. I'll just share the visions of the Rani rubbing Melanie Bush's sweat all over herself like some musky perfume and Seven breathing in the Master's ashes like Napoleon tobacco to the point Eight can tell the distinct Master smell regardless of biology 🤌🤌

[so-very-small]

do you have a tinysona?

YES I DO, WITH NEW ART OF THEM TO SHOW OFF AS WELL

their name is Jam. they/them, 26, 2 inches tall.

used to be an adventurer when they were younger, a drifter floating around. when their chronic illnesses worsened in their twenties, they settled down into borrowing from humans instead. they used to have a home in the woods made from an old teapot, which they still stay at occasionally.

they’re chronically ill. they have POTS, fibromyalgia, CVS, and a handful of other ailments (same as me!). their illnesses prompted them to learn a decent bit of medical knowledge, and they always keep a lot of medicine and first aid supplies on hand, so they love to help any other tinies who need healthcare. they also have a cane fashioned from a human’s bamboo knitting needle, for bad fatigue days.

very shy and quiet, they do not speak much at all. it takes a billion years to gain their trust, and even when you’re friends they’ll prefer sitting in silence over chatting. they could sit next to you in dead quiet for three hours and it’ll be the best time they ever had. prefers nonverbal communication over speaking. on the very rare off chance you catch them in a chatty mood, prepare to not get a word in edgewise.

has a passion for baking and fiberarts. they love to bake anything, but yeast based breads are their ultimate favorite, having spent ages perfecting the recipes at a small scale. their pumpkin concha muffins? outta this world. when the dough is rising, they spend their time knitting - clothes and socks and bags from yarn, and mats and rugs and baskets from plastic and old scrap fabric. what they don’t use is given away to any tiny friends they meet, often with a dozen muffins or a loaf of bread nestled inside.

their cloak is a big knitted square, fastened with sewing pins. like when you make a cape out of a blanket. the sewing pins have small rubber stoppers so they don’t hurt themself, but they can pop them off and use the pins as makeshift daggers. their cloak is easy to remove, and they always wear light clothing underneath, as POTS makes them overheat easily. they gotta be able to shed layers quickly.

they are two inches tall! very tiny even for a tiny. they love to wear fun platform boots stolen from dolls, in theory to make themself taller to help talk to other tinies, but they barely help. dude’s still small. on worse health days its flat slippers all the way. on good health days they prefer to dress alternative/punk, and on bad health days they dress like adam sandler with gerard way’s eyeliner.

that’s them!! they honestly exist mostly as a way to put me + g/t into my fave stories, BUT i still really love their design and lore :3