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I'LL BE 87 YOU'LL BE 89, I'LL STILL LOOK AT YOU LIKE THE STARS THAT SHINE

[creativeera]

Absorbent Glass Mat Battery: Unraveling the Mysteries of Absorbent Glass Mat Batteries A Deep Dive

What is an Absorbent Glass Mat Battery? An absorbent glass mat (AGM) battery is a type of lead-acid rechargeable battery that uses glass mat technology to separate the acid from the plates. Glass mats made of very fine fibers are placed between the positive and negative plates. These mats act as reservoirs for the sulfuric acid electrolyte and allow it to be suspended in place even when the battery is discharged or inverted. Battery Construction and Absorbent Glass Mat Battery AGM batteries have flat plates made of lead alloy instead of the spiral wound construction used in conventional flooded lead-acid batteries. The plates are surrounded by thin absorbent glass-fiber mats that retain the electrolyte within the battery plates. Separators made of highly porous glass fiber mats are laid between the plates to prevent physical contact and allow circulation of the acid electrolyte. Once assembled, the plates are immersed in an acidic electrolyte solution composed of water and sulfuric acid. The key advantage of Absorbent Glass Mat Battery design is that the electrolyte is immobilized within the glass mat rather than floating freely in liquid form. This solves issues associated with liquid electrolyte such as acid spillage during usage or transportation. At the same time, it prevents stratification where stronger acid gets trapped at the bottom of conventional batteries. Immobilizing the electrolyte also means the battery can be used or stored in any orientation without acid spillage or stratification concerns. How AGM Batteries Work AGM batteries work on the same principle as conventional lead-acid batteries by utilizing a chemical reaction between lead plates and the sulfuric acid electrolyte. During charging, the lead plates react with the sulfuric acid to form lead sulfate and water. On discharge, this reaction is reversed to produce electricity, sulfuric acid and lead. The difference is that in AGM batteries, the acid electrolyte is suspended in a glass mat material between the plates. This allows dynamic flow of acid during charging and discharging cycles without any liquid spillage. The glass-fiber mat pressurizes the battery and acts as a reservoir to hold acid in semi-solid gel phase. It equalizes acid distribution and ensures a plain level during all usage conditions. Applications of AGM Battery Technology AGM batteries are ideally suited for applications that demand frequent deep cycling, long useful life and low maintenance in different mounting orientations. Some key application areas include: - Motorcycles, automobiles and vehicle starting, lighting and ignition applications. - Marine batteries due to their sealed, low-maintenance design suitable for boat engines and electronics. - Off-grid renewable energy systems such as solar and wind due to excellent charge acceptance properties. - UPS systems, emergency lighting, security systems for their long-life and maintenance-free operation. - Medical equipment, project backups that require batteries working for years with no watering. - Wheelchairs, mobility scooters, golf carts and other specialty vehicles. - Telecommunications systems like base stations and cell towers. Key Points about AGM Battery Technology AGM battery technology overcomes the key limitations of conventional flooded lead-acid batteries by immobilizing the liquid electrolyte in absorbent glass mats. This brings several functional, performance and safety advantages compared to traditional units. They have revolutionized applications involving deep cycling, flexible orientation and maintenance-free operation. With improving performance and reducing costs, AGM batteries are a preferred option in many application areas over traditional flooded batteries.

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[in-class-daydreams]

Imagine ex-husband Gojo and your son, Sen, getting into the nastiest fight to date.

"Doman expansion: Infinity Castle!"

You feel yourself floating right side up, then everything shifts and you're suddenly falling upside down. You hit the tatami mats with an "oof!"

Sen's domain is a Japanese-style castle with infinite rooms he can manipulate at will. The domain is infinite and some rooms can lead to nowhere, reminiscent of Satoru's domain. When he and his best friend Naoki overlap their domains, one could find themselves isolated, battling shikigami in various parts of the castle.

Sen and Satoru land on their feet not far from you.

"Yikes," Satoru says. "Pretty crude, if you ask me."

"Good thing I'm not asking!" Sen would say, powering up his next attack. Satoru would move to counter and by now you have a headache and a bruise, and you've had it with the bickering.

"Domain--"

"Enough!" You put your hands together. "Domain expansion: Thousand Heavenly Gates"

The scene shifts and you find yourselves standing on water with a clear sky above you. One thousand torii gates stand tall all around you. Your ex and son feel the rage inside them start to fade away.

Pointing an accusing finger, you scold them, "You two are two of the strongest sorcerers who ever lived. Using your gifts to bicker with each other is some of the most blatant disregard for your stations I've ever seen! I don't want to see another domain used for this kind of stupidity again. Am I clear?"

"Yup."

"Yes, mama."

"Now," you say slowly. "When I drop this domain, you two are going to spend some civil father-son time together. Go get lunch. I don't care where, but on the way back, pick me up an ice cream. Double scoop. Satoru?"

You ex-husband grimaces and has the decency to look chastised. "Yeah, I know what flavor. That swirly one you like."

"Good. Don't come back until you've learned to play nice."

~

Imagine ex-husband Gojo picking you up from girls' night.

Sen goes back to the school dorms at night, so you figured you go out for a few drinks with your friends to catch up. Satoru heard about the event from Shoko and offered to take you home. You agreed and on the way took a detour to your favorite arcade from when you and Satoru were teens.

"Ugh! I swear these things are rigged!" you groan in frustration when the claw game drops the plushie you were aiming for.

"My turn," Satoru says. He scoots you out of the way and focuses hard on the white one-eyed cat you've been trying to get.

In the reflection of the plastic, you notice a slight glow behind Satoru's blindfold.

"No way you're using the six-eyes for this!" You whack his arm playfully, trying to stifle your laughter.

"Don't hate the player, babe, hate the game," he replies. With that, he presses the button and the claw drops. It hits the toy dead center. Closes. Lifts. The two of you hold your breaths.

And drops right into the chute.

"Yes!" you squeal while Satoru retrieves it. His face screws up in a look of contempt.

"Ew, it's even uglier up close."

You snatch it from him and hug it close to your chest. "Don't say that! He didn't mean it, Gege, don't worry."

"You named it already?"

"I named him."

"His face makes me mad for some reason."

"Your face makes me mad for many reasons."

Satoru lightly punches Gege in the face, which leads to you chasing him all the way back to the car, brandishing your new friend like a weapon.

~

Imagine ex-husband Gojo walking you to your front door.

You thank him for the ride and for taking you to that arcade. He doesn't need to know this, but being there with him made you feel like you were seventeen again.

Many things about Satoru remind you of how happy he made you. Even now.

"I'm sorry I acted like that," he says. Your reminiscing means you didn't catch the first part of his apology but you nod like you've been paying attention the whole time. "We're not together any more and I haven't been good about respecting boundaries and I'm sorry."

He blabbers on some more but all you can think about is how this whole apology is exactly the kind of communication you'd been wishing for throughout your marriage.

"So if you're seeing someone now, I get it. I mean, it doesn't matter if I get it or not because it's none of my business but--"

"Oh, shut up, Toru!" Fisting a hand in his shirt, you drag him to your level and kiss him like you’d never get to again.

~

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[3.6k] sometimes home is a place. sometimes it's a person. sometimes it's a bench that holds more memories than mat can fully handle, memories that are slipping through his fingers.

based on 'coney island' by taylor swift for the eras tour hockey fic challenge created by @comphy-and-cozy and @wyattjohnston!!

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Present – November 2024 

Never in his life had Mat Barzal felt as pathetic as he did sitting on that bench in Coney Island.

It was cold as fuck, for one, which should have been expected on a day in late November in New York. The temperature was likely below freezing, the chill was starting to seep into his bones, and the jacket he had haphazardly thrown on was doing little to battle the weather.

Yet, it was barely a blip on his radar as the last few weeks properly washed over him. 

Despite the holiday season, there were (thankfully) not many people around to see Mat in all his pathetic and embarrassing glory. Most people were probably sane inside their warm homes, enjoying dinner with the people they cherish the most. It felt stupid to be envious of a city full of people but that is exactly what he was.

Because as Mat sat on that bench, staring out at the near empty beach, he felt like he was choking. 

On his feelings. On his memories. On his bitter resentment that, once upon a time, he was like those people.

That Mat used to have a warm home where he ate dinner with someone he fucking loved and cherished more than anyone or anything else in the world, but now he had lost that person. 

That he didn’t know where his person was or what they were doing, but they were doing much better than him as he sat on the same fucking bench where he first met them.

Where he first met you. 

…

August 2021

“You insist on this every year!” 

“Because it’s fun every year!” 

“And yet you still get pissy when you get beaten by a carnival game.”

Mat glared at him from over his shoulder, not faltering in his steps as he shot his cackling friend a look. “It doesn’t beat me—”

Beau snorted, giving the boy a fond shove as he pushed his way through the crowd to catch up until they were shoulder-to-shoulder again. “Dude, it’s a stupid game that you try every single time. And you fail every time.” 

“It’s rigged,” Mat huffed.

“Yeah, that’s the whole fucking point,” Beau deadpanned. “They are all rigged.”

“But I’ve beaten them all,” Mat whined, sounding young and bratty. “The ring toss is rigged more. It’s made to torture one’s mind—”

“Your mind.”

“—until they are driven insane and haunted by those stupid rings,” he continued to grumble, muttering an apology after he almost walked straight into a lady pushing a stroller.

“All for an arcade ring,” Beau mused, shaking his head. “Dude, you need to let it go.” 

Mat turned to glare at the boy. “No. I have won every single one of these stupid games. I am gonna win this one too.”

Beau opened his mouth. “Mat, dude—”

“And I am gonna get that stupid ring and I will wear it every single day of my—” 

The noise that left his mouth cut him short, something between a scream and squeak of surprise as he found his body hitting someone else instead of the clear path down the pier like he had assumed. He managed to stay on his feet, considering he was a six foot hockey player whose job revolved around being slammed into by other six foot hockey players. 

His victim? Not so much.

“Fuck.” 

It came out like a wheezed, as though the person was winded. Mat quickly spun around, the apologies already leaving his lips as he offered his hand out before he even took a look at the person he accidentally knocked over. And when he did, the apologies died on his tongue as he stared at you, his expression stuck between awe and something else that Beau would spend the better part of the next few years teasing him for.

“Do you even watch where you are going?” 

“Yeah,” Mat replied dumbly, staring at you like he was lost in a daze.

“Clearly not,” you murmured but still took his hand, giving him an odd look when it took longer than a few seconds before he realised and helped you up.

“I’m Mat,” he blurted out before he even let go of your hand. “And I’m sorry.” 

Your lips twitched. “I accept your apology, Mat.” 

“And your name?” He asked, not even trying to be subtle about it (if Beau’s snort was anything to go by). 

Mat feld winded himself when you smiled as you told him your name. 

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February 2022

“So, let me get this straight.” 

“I am tired of repeating myself.”

“You’re taking her out on Valentine’s Day—”

“Not for Valentine’s Day!”

“Yeah, sorry, my bad. You are taking your friend who you are desperately in love with out on Valentine's Day. How silly of me to take that the wrong way.” 

Mat rolled his eyes, even if Beau couldn’t currently see him. He tucked his free hand into his jacket pocket, the other one curled around his phone as his eyes continued to wander over the pink and red decorations dotted all over the place. It made his nose scrunch up.

“It was the only day we both had free,” Mat insisted, his cheeks tinting pink for a whole different reason other than the cold, nipping weather of winter in New York. 

“No denial about the ‘in love’ part.” 

“Shut up,” he gritted through clenched teeth, as if anyone else could hear Beau except him.

“It’s just a little pathetic—”

“I didn’t ask,” Mat deadpanned, trying to ignore how hot his face now felt. “I don’t even know why I called you.”

“Because you needed a pep talk to finally make a move.” 

“I’m hanging up now,” Mat grumbled, ignoring whatever protests he received on the other side as he quickly pressed the red button before shoving his phone into his pocket with a huff. He was so lost in muttering to himself under his breath that he hadn’t noticed you approaching.

“Woah,” you laughed, hands up in mock defence at the way he jumped out of his skin. “You good?” 

“Yeah, I just—” He waved it off, an easy and genuine smile on his lips as he took in the way you were bundled up, an Islanders scarf around your neck. “Ready to have your ass kicked?” 

Your lips twitched. “Ready to cry over the ring toss again?” 

He did not, in fact, cry over the ring toss but he was undoubtedly grumpy by the time the two of you settled down on one of the benches looking out towards the beach, huffing as he took an aggressive bite from the pretzel that definitely didn’t fit his diet plan.

“C’mon,” you laughed, nudging your shoulder against his. “It’s just a game.” 

“It’s a stupid game,” Mat retorted.

“Beau was right, you take it way too seriously,” you commented, playful and lighthearted with a gleam in your eyes. Like you were so unaware that the comfort you shared with his friends made his chest tighten in the best way possible.

“You have a little—” He cut himself off, gesturing to the side of your lip.

Your brows furrowed, your thumb attempting to swipe the brown sugar away just to miss completely. “Did I get it?” 

“No, I—here, let me,” Mat murmured, reaching over to gently swipe the brown sugar away. But his thumb lingered, his eyes locked on your lips before glancing up at you. He waited for you to pull away but you just stared back.

For a moment, Mat wondered if you were going to suddenly pull away and pretend the small moment never happened.

For a moment, Mat’s stomach dropped at the thought this would be as far as he got with you.

And then you were leaning forward, your lips pressed against his and the pretzels long forgotten.

His body reacted faster than his brain did, kissing you back as the sweet taste of cinnamon and sugar overwhelmed him. The pretzel was left on the bench between you, his hands cupping your face as he sunk into the kiss, as he sunk into your embrace.

And only when you pulled back to smile at him did his brain seem to realise what had just happened. 

And only then did he grin right back at you. 

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May 2022 

“God, hockey is brutal.”

Mat paused, raising his brows. “Just realised that?”

“Sorry, I know you didn’t want to talk about hockey after—” You cut yourself off, wincing a little as you stood in his kitchen, just dressed in one of his shirts (ironically, an Islanders one with the number thirteen above your heart) with a mug of coffee in hand. “Ignore me. Watch the eggs don’t burn.” 

Mat snorted. “What has made you realise hockey is so brutal?” 

“Just kinda thinking about it,” you shrugged, your gaze on the rim of your mug rather than his face. It made him frown a little. “Like, I know it’s a part of the sport but, fuck, all it takes is one bad hit and—”

“Woah, hey,” Mat’s frown deepened as he reached for you, the stove turned off, the eggs forgotten and his hand reaching to place the coffee mug on the counter. He took your face in his hands, his thumbs smoothing over the apples of your cheeks. 

“Sorry,” you laughed, but it sounded a bit wet and weak to his ears. He tilted your head up, his lips pressed together when he noticed how glossy your eyes were. “I guess I just never realised how brutal the sport was until I met you. And you guys play through so many injuries and I know your season is over now but the idea of you pushing yourself even more is just—”

“Come back home with me.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Come back home with me for the summer,” Mat repeated, a soft smile on his lips. 

You blinked again, your confusion only growing. “Did you not just hear me—” 

“I did,” Mat interrupted, nodding his head with the look of adoration still written plainly across his face. “And all I could think was, ‘wow, how lucky am I to have this amazing girl care about me so much’ and I just…I am lucky. So lucky. And I wanna show other people how lucky I am. I want to show my family how lucky I am.”

Your face softened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Mat murmured. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered before leaning in, a soft and lingering kiss left on his lips before you pulled back. “And I’m lucky you care about me too.” 

“I’m really glad I bumped into you that day in Coney Island,” Mat confessed, something warm and comforting bubbling in his stomach at the sight of your smile. 

“Yeah, me too,” you hummed, a glint of mischief in your eyes. “And I love you even if you can’t win the ring toss—”

Mat groaned, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

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March 2023

“You don’t have to hide it from me.”

Mat blinked, his thoughts torn away from him as he turned to find you settling down onto the bench next to him, two pretzels in your hand. He murmured a small ‘thanks’ as he took one of the pretzels from you, staring at the sugary cinnamon sticks with little appetite. 

“Hide what?” Mat asked. 

“Mat,” you said his name in a way that made his chest tighten, so soft and gentle, like he was some scared animal you were slowly approaching. “Baby, I know you miss him. You don’t have to pretend.” 

His eyes dropped back to the pretzel in his hands. 

Because it was true. He did miss Beau. He missed Beau more than he cared to admit. And it was stupid because he knew this was how hockey worked, he had friends traded and sent away multiple times before. It was a part of the sport. 

But he just didn’t think it would ever hurt this bad, even weeks after the trade had happened. His focus should have been the season and the playoffs approaching. He should have been focused on the team. 

But every time he went on the ice, he couldn’t help but feel like a part of him was missing when he lifted his head and didn’t see Beau there, ready to accept his pass.

“There was this small part of me that just thought—” Mat paused, letting out a heavy sigh. “That we would be on the same team forever, you know? That it would always be me and him. That we would win the Cup together and…yeah.”

“I know,” you whispered, soft and soothing as you placed your head on his shoulder and let him lean his head against yours. “You never know. You two will find your way back to each other.”

His lips twitched into a sad smile. “Maybe.”

“You were always meant to find each other in this life,” you told him, sounding so sincere and genuine over the distant cheers and screams and buzzing noise of the amusement park behind you. “Just because you don’t live minutes away anymore, doesn’t mean that ends. He is always gonna be there for you, just like I am.”

Mat pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you.”

“Always, Mat. Always.” 

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July 2023

“Home, sweet home!”

Mat winced a little as his voice echoed through the empty apartment, the walls bare and the place a little dusty. But it was yours and it made it perfect, it made the keys in his hand feel heavier and more special than his last set. 

“Fuck, we have so much to unpack,” you commented but you sounded happy. You both did, despite the state of exhaustion the last few days left you, attempting to pack up both of your apartments and moving into your new shared place. 

“That is a later problem,” Mat waved you off, reaching towards you so he could wind his arms around your waist and pull you closer. “We have a mattress and takeout menus, what else do we need?” 

“Preferably some sheets,” you teased, not even attempting to pull yourself out of his hold. You were content exactly where you were. “I’m, like, ninety percent sure you put them in the wrong box.”

“Blame the pretty one,” Mat huffed, cackling when you playfully pinched his hip. “Kidding, baby, you’re obviously the pretty one in the relationship.”

“We can both be pretty,” you rolled your eyes before laying your head on his chest, smiling when you felt him lean his chin on top. “Can’t wait to make this place ours.” 

“It’s gonna be so pretty so it can match us,” Mat murmured, grinning when you laughed in response. 

“It looks so plain right now, it’s freaky,” you commented, half-hearted with no real heaviness to your words. It would take a few days for you both to make it feel homely and you were looking forward to it. 

But Mat was already untangling himself from your hold, grinning as he began tugging you towards the kitchen. “We can put our first proper decoration up!” 

Your brows furrowed together in confusion. “What? But the boxes are—” 

You cut yourself off as you watched Mat reach into the pocket of his sweatpants, grinning widely as he pulled out a small magenet and slapped it on the middle of the very bland fridge. He looked at the magnet with great pride before turning to you, his smile only growing.

You let out a laugh at the sight of the Coney Island magnet on the fridge. “Perfect.”

“Our first home,” Mat grinned, pulling you back in so he could smack a kiss on your lips. “The first of many.”

“I’m not moving for at least another few years,” you joked, smiling against his lips. “This whole thing was exhausting.” 

“As long as it’s with you, I don’t really care.”

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January 2024

“I need your help.” 

“Oh god, what have you done?” 

Mat frowned at his phone for a moment, forgetting about the bundling nerves that had left him on edge for the last week. He was sure you were starting to pick up on it, even if you hadn’t mentioned as much—thankfully. But after a week of waiting, he finally had the perfect opportunity to call his sister whilst you were out of the house. 

“I have done nothing. Yet.” 

His sister sighed. “Mathew—”

“No full names needed,” he murmured, his cheeks burning as he leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling with determination that was quickly dwindling the longer the call went on. “I just…I need your help.”

“With?” 

“A ring.” 

His frown deepened when Liana laughed. “If this is about that arcade game Beau told me about—”

“What? No,” he sighed, his blush only deepening. “I need help picking a ring. A real ring. An engagement ring.”

His sister was silent for a few moments before she spoke. “Holy shit. You’re really gonna do it?” 

Mat couldn’t even bite back his smile. “I want to. This summer, maybe. But I need a ring and I was thinking you could help while we’re up for All Stars and—” 

“Sold. Done. I’m not letting you pick an ugly ring for my future sister-in-law.”

“She might still say no,” Mat reminded her, even if his stomach twisted uncomfortably at the thought. 

“Of course she won’t,” Liana retorted, sounding so confident that Mat almost wanted to believe her wholeheartedly. “Especially if you let me help pick a ring.” 

Mat pressed his lips together. “I really want to find the perfect ring.” 

“We will. She is going to love it, Mat. She is going to say yes.” 

“Good,” he murmured, grinning. “Because she’s it for me. She’s the only person I wanna give a ring to.”

“You’re such a sap.”

“Shut up.”

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October 2024

He couldn’t even remember what started the argument. 

If he was being honest, the tension had been brewing for a while. It had been a combination of things and none of them had made the atmosphere around the apartment much better. Small, silly things that shouldn’t have been that bad but felt like the end of the world as they were thrown at you both, one after the other.

Mat knew it was bad.

He just didn’t think it was this bad.

It felt like the two of you had been at it for hours, and maybe you had. He couldn’t tell anymore, he didn’t know if it had been minutes or hours the two of you had stood on opposite sides of the living room, yelling and screaming and crying. It all felt too much, like it was getting bigger and bigger, just waiting to pop. 

And then it fucking did. 

“I-I can’t do this anymore.” 

And Mat felt like a deflating balloon, the air escaping his lungs as he found himself staring at you, his mouth unable to voice any of the thoughts he wanted to say.

“Maybe,” you let out a bitter laugh, pained and hurt and weak. “Maybe we just aren’t forever, Mat. Maybe you’re not ready to let anything but hockey be your forever.” 

And you were wrong. 

Deep down, Mat knew you were wrong and his brain was screaming for him to tell you just how wrong you were. Because the fight had escalated and spun out of control and he should have grabbed the wheel with both hands to stabilise you both.

But he was hurt and he was petty and he felt his mouth saying the exact opposite of how he felt. 

“Maybe you’re right.” 

The way your whole body deflated and your face fell would haunt his nightmares for nights to come, along with the sound of the apartment door slamming shut as you left and never looked back. 

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Present – November 2024 

Once upon a time, the biggest challenge Coney Island provided him was the damn ring toss game. It had been like that for years. 

But now, he sat on the bench, the plastic ring between his fingers feeling as heavy as the other ring in his pocket. He didn’t feel victorious, he didn’t feel anything but emptiness. Because neither ring meant anything when he was here alone, when he had failed to give you both.

The ring toss was barely a challenge compared to returning to this damn bench almost every day since he had pulled from the lineup with an injury that just felt like a mockery on top of everything else. 

But he did it. He came back every single day because it hurt and he deserved it. He deserved to sit there and think about just what he lost. Because he had no idea where you were, he hadn’t heard a single word from you—not even Beau would tell him if he had heard from you.

Mat had let pride and something else just as stupid get in the way of his forever.

The least he could do was bear the cold, winter weather on that stupid bench until his fingers were too damn numb to hold the stupid arcade ring. 

The least he could do was spend the rest of his days wondering if there was a universe where things were different, where he still had you, where he was able to see you one more time.

The least he could do was let his own thoughts about losing you forever haunt him. 

The least he could do was hope the universe would give him one more fucking chance to fix everything with you, to at least give you the stupid arcade ring he once promised he would win for you.

The least he could do was apologise for not making you his centrefold like he knew you deserved.

Mat stared down at the phone in his hand, pressing your contact before he could talk himself out of it. He had to try. For you, for him, for the forever he knew you two could have. 

He had to try. 

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello?”

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[simmerianne93]

[Simmerianne93]Infant_poses_02

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Hello everyone!!! How are you today??!!!

I had the honor of being asked to be part of a wonderful collaboration that will be taking place between November and December.

The collaboration is called "Family member" and as you can imagine it is centered around family . The serenade of shadows (TSOS) is the host of this beautiful collaboration and it came to life because of the recent "problem" that there was with a certain "creator" in the community...

We want to keep going with positive vibes and bring a bit of each of us to your family gameplay... HERE you can read a full post about the collab, by TSOS. My part will be shared each friday... so expect a pack centered on family each friday these last two months of the year...

Now, I was going to post this pack yesterday but had no time to do it e.e but I want to start this Collab with a small infant pack centered on those "meeting the baby" moments...

I made these poses for a post on insta and i wasn't going to publish them but i shared a screenshot of one of the poses and a lot of people were excited with it so I decided to polish and finish the pack and bring it on to your games through this collab...

I really hope you enjoy them!!!

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What is on it?

4 trio poses (Made with 2 female rigs,and an infant rig) + 3 all in one.

1 Duo pose (Made with 2 female rigs,and an infant rig)

1 Groupal pose (Made with 5 female rigs,and an infant rig)

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What do you need?

Andrew's poses player 

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo or Mccc by deaderpool.

Invisible infant mat replacement  by mcrudd  (OPTIONAL FOR INFANTS WHO HAVEN'T LEARN HOW TO SIT YET)

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Instructions on the original post.

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Do not re-upload or modify my creations.

Do not make money of my creations.

Do not include my creations in Mods folders to download.

Please follow my Term Of Use.

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Download it now here — ALL MY POSES ON THIS COLLAB ARE FREE TO DOWNLOAD WITH NO EARLY ACCESS.

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spooky series entry: modern!eddie munson

based off the first part of this ask from @belokhvostikova! part of my spooky series with modern!eddie :) enjoy! eddie edit creds @themunsonator5000 !

contains: 18+ minors dni, alludes to smut, really just fluff. reader and eddie do a couple's costume.

“God, I think I’m gonna pass out in here, babe.” Eddie coughed over the hiss of the aerosol can spraying in the bathroom, the vent on and a window open doing little to insulate the fumes. 

“I told you to do it outside.” You huff, eyes rolling in irritation. Eddie had taken over the bathroom, leaving you to the bedroom. 

“It’s fuckin’ freezing out there.” Eddie scoffed, a rather hard hack of a cough following that had you looking towards the cracked door. “And I needed to see.” 

“Could’ve taken a mirror.” You muttered, dragging your eyeliner along your waterline, the perfect sultry and smokey look- just what you were going for. Eddie was going to love it, he always did when you’d make your makeup a little darker, a little moody. 

“I can’t hold a mirror, and my hair, and the spray.” Eddie rolled his eyes like the idea was so silly. Like fumigating the apartment was the obvious best choice. 

“I still need help getting it to spike.” Eddie turned his head towards the ajar door across from him. You were hidden behind the half opened door, depriving him of seeing you- your process, your costume, the deep purple cape he was a little too excited about. 

“Use the hairspray.” You call, and he can practically hear the eye roll in your tone. 

“I did.” Eddie grit, running the brush through his matted half green curls. “Still not working. Got a lot of hair, babe.”

“Yeah,” You snorted, the jingle of your belt and necklace sounding with every step. “I know. It’s everywhere.” 

Eddie smirked, a smug counter on the tip of his tongue that fell short when he saw you. A black high cut bodysuit, fishnet stockings he just wanted to tear apart, and best of all- the cloak. The fucking cloak, velvety that you‘d gotten off Facebook marketpace in September when he told you his vision for your costumes. 

“What?” You eye him, clipping the loose, link belt around your waist so it settled slouchy over your hips. Eddie had helped you make it, a rigged up welding job to get the large, plastic rubies on and in the right place. 

“Nothing.” Eddie’s eyes roamed up and down your frame, taking in every single detail like if he looked away it would be gone. “You, uh, you look very good.” 

“Very?” You repeated, a raised brow that had his head bobbing, blush rising up his skin. “Really? The cloak is doin’ it for you, hm?” 

“Oh, you have no fuckin’ idea.” Eddie groaned, stepping towards you. “Think this might be my new thing. My new kink.” 

“Capes?” 

“You in capes.” Eddie nodded, reaching out to touch the soft velvet. 

“Uh! No!” You clicked, stepping back. “Your hands are green.” 

“So?”

“So you’re not touching my stuff and ruining it, Ed. Wash your hands!” You point to the sink, crowded with hair products, stray hairs, and faint green spray. You frown, glaring at him. “I told you not to make a mess.” 

“I’ll clean it up.” Eddie hums, eyes meeting yours through the mirror, shoving the content out of the sink and hitting the faucet on. 

You roll your eyes. You know he will, really. “Do you want me to grab the gel? See if I can blow it up like Pauly D?” Your lips curl in a half smirk. 

“No.” Eddie shakes his head, the water stained green from his hands. 

“I can try, baby, but I don’t know if it will work. You’ve got a lot of hair. I don’t think it will stand that tall. Maybe the bangs-” 

“-No, it’s fine.” Eddie muttered, wiping his hands on the hand towel, for once. You guessed he didn’t want to ruin his costume. 

“Ed, I can do it for you.” Your voice drops lightly into a softer tone. Maybe you’d been too mean. You didn’t mean to snap like that at him. Was it that mean? “I can try if you want me to. I just… I don’t know how it will turn out.” 

“No, it’s good. I’ll put it on a bun.” Eddie turned to you, taking in your slight frown. 

“Are you ok?” You ask awkwardly. It sounded better in your head, when Ed said it. 

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m good.” Eddie nodded, brushing his hair back, tying it off with a hair tie- your hair tie. 

“Eddie, I didn’t mean to piss you off. I just don’t want green shit everywhere, it will stain.” Your arms found their way back over your chest, defensive and annoyed. 

“No, I know. I’ll clean it.” Eddie swallowed, eyes cutting to you in the mirror, spraying his bangs down one more time for a final touch. 

You huff in annoyance. “So you’re mad at me for what then?” You snap, glaring at him. 

Oh, that smokey eyed glare, the black lipstick, the fishnets, the metallic boots, the goddam cloak. Eddie wasn’t lasting, not when you used that tone, that mean tone- huffy and annoyed, snapping at him. Eddie’s fingers curled around the counter. 

“Mad? I’m not mad.” Eddie shook his head, eyes zoned in on the ruby necklace settled between your collarbones. His knees tightened.

“Then what?” You snap, that snip of a tone that had Eddie’s ears tingling with excitement. “Why are you being weird, right now?” 

“Can you do me a favor?” Eddie asked, brown eyes rounded too sweetly for it to be a mean request. 

It made you falter, your annoyed demeanor faltering for a second. “What?” 

“Can you,” Eddie shoved the bottles of hair spray and brushes back in the sink. “Can you sit right there for me? Just for a second.” 

You glared at him, annoyed and a little confused. “Eddie, what? Can you be serious for a second, just one fucking second, and tell me what is wrong-” 

“Nothing’s wrong, baby, I promise.” Eddie schmoozed, that little coo that had your head spinning. He grabbed at your fishnet clad thighs, pressing them until you were settled on the edge of the bathroom counter with a huff. “Just sit right here for me. Just like that, baby.” 

“Eddie, you need to finish getting ready, seriously. We’re going to be- what are you doing?” Your voice shrills, pushing at his sticky, green stained hair when Eddie drops to his knees. 

“I told you this was doin’ it for me.” Eddie hummed, green stained fingers pulling at your thighs, hips on the edge of the counter, his fingers hooking around the tiny strip of your body suit, pulling it to the side easily. 

“Eddie!” You gasped, his fingers running through your folds. “Eddie, we’re- oh shit- we’re gonna be late!” 

“Harrington won’t notice.” Eddie hummed, a cheek pressed to your fishnets. “It won’t even get fun until after ten, promise.” 

An hour and half later, you arrived at the Harrington house, spilling out with party goers in a multitude of costumes, some pulling Eddie to the side to buy. 

“Well, well, well,” Steve smirked around his plastic cup. “Look who finally showed up.” 

You scoffed, looking at the basketball jersey he’d put on, his “costume”. “And what are you supposed to be? Troy Bolton?” 

“Somethin’ like that.” Steve grinned. “Are you a witch?” 

“No, dingus.” Robin rolled her eyes. “She’s obviously Raven.” 

“Raven?”

“From Teen Titans. God, you really didn’t have a good childhood, hm? Were you a PBS kid?” Robin rolled her eyes. 

“Bet you weren’t allowed to watch Spongebob, either.” You grinned. 

Steve rolled his eyes. “My bad. I’m assuming Eddie and his green hair is your counterpart?” 

“He’s Beast Boy.” Robin smiled at Eddie, waving him over. “That’s so cute. Your idea?” 

“Please.” You scoffed lightly. “Eddie’s. He loves Halloween. He’s been planning this for weeks.” You grin, taking the plastic cup he offered you. 

“Hm,” Steve’s tongue rolled over the inside of his cheek, looking at you then Eddie. “Guess I see why the two of you were late.” 

You frowned at Steve, his grin only growing bigger. “Beast Boy, you’re not a natural green-head, hm?” He snickered, Robin’s face falling in a laugh.

You looked down, through your fishnets and saw it- the green residue left between your thighs, no doubt from your thighs closing around his head. You flushed, eyes cutting to Eddie’s dangerously. 

Eddie bit back a smirk, shrugging gently. “It’s Halloween.” He said simply over Robin and Steve’s howls of laughter. 

[issdisgrace]

I wish to give you an idea 🪑Teen mercenary reader (who is quite tall) getting saved my MW2 characters, or the other way around. Like, for example, on a mission that doesn't go as planned, a building blows up and one of task force 141/Los Vaqueros gets stuck under the rubble and reader saves them and gets them to their team and helps them out of there. I hope it isn't too much, but I've been just thinking of their reactions to a teen their level. I hope you're taking requests/ideas. Sorry! 🧡

141 & LOS VAQUEROS GETTING SAVED AFTER SHIT FELL ON THEM

WARNINGS: swearing

A/n: I hope you like it. I know it probably isn't exactly what you want, but I tried my brains working a little slow.

ALEJANDRO

Alejandro definitely sees you as a nephew. He admires your maturity and abilities. So when shit hits the fan and he and some members of Los Vaqueros are trapped under the rubble. He starts to pray that he'll make it out. So when you save him after he thought he was as good as dead, he was most definitely shocked. He profusely thanks you.

GAZ

Gaz and you were told to clear a 4 story abandoned compound that was once used by enemy soldiers. We were also tasked with gathering any information that was left behind. The clearing went fine, but Gaz to a wrong step and fell through the floor and into the floor below. A portion of the floor falling down on him. You sprinted to Gaz on the floor below. He couldn’t even process how fast you had come to him. You pushed the rubble off and made sure he was alright. Go through a checklist of things to make sure he was a-okay.

GHOST

Ghost like to challenge you and push you to the limits. You guys had been on recon. When you came face to face with a group of enemy soldiers. 3 of the guys went to Ghost and tried to jump him. 2 went for you and which you quickly took out. You shoot the guys that ghost was rolling around fighting. The two men dropping on Ghost. He sighs and before he can push the body’s off. You take the liberty of doing it yourself and help Simon up. He definitely appreciates you more now as a soldier.

PRICE

Price may or may have not jerry rigged a situation to see how strong and agile you were. He hadn’t expected his little plan to turn south and cause some a part of a building to collapse in. He was just kinda laying their re-thinking his life choice when you swooped in and saved his ass. He was definitely impressed he’ll tell you that, but what he won’t tell you was that his little plan went to shit.

ROACH

Roach never thought he would be laying on the ground a training mats on top of him. He just trying to train not get squished. Before he could push the heavy mats off of him. You sweep in and help. Making sure he’s ok and you’re even nice enough to set up the mats for him. Then you guys end up sparring and Roach walks away from the session with a bigger appreciation for you.

RUDY

Rudy sees you as his baby also he's a low-key mama bear. So when a building literally collapses on you guys. He is less worried about himself and more worried about you. So when you save yourself and him. He is both shocked and  proud of you. He knew you had potential, but finally, getting to see your potential in action was something else.

SOAP

Soap is a cool uncle. He loves to cause mayhem with you, but when his mayhem cause you guys to get crushed by a big ass fucking bookshelf. He was shocked. He definitely didn’t expect that to happen. But when you lifted the bookcase and the books off of both of you guys. He was like damn Hercules. I didn’t know you were that fucking strong.

[yourstrulysylus]

Midnight kitchen

The foyer of his house smelled appetizing the familiar sounds of frying pans and the soup boiling made his mouth water after a long day of business affairs he clearly anticipated of what’s being made. Sylus sees her standing in the kitchen eyes completely focused as she chops some green onions using her favorite wooden chopping board he secretly smiled to himself as it gave him pleasure that she uses one of his gifts.

One of the favorite things about this pretty little chef of his is that she cleans as she goes he appreciated the fact that the area she worked at not a mess was in sight and the sink was almost dish-free. He adored the way she was organized without burning a single meal and how she’s meticulously careful with sharp objects.

He made his presence known by clearing his throat as she was now stirring the pot on the stove.

She looked up at his gaze and welcomed him with a smile. His heart swelled at the sight before him he closed the distance between them, standing by her side. He leaned against the counter watching her work the aroma of the food getting stronger.

“So what are we having for tonight?” he asked

“I’m making you a traditional korean dish called kimchi jjigae and dakgangjeong for dinner,” she responded with a smile “here taste this.”

He took a spoonful of the dish savoring the flavors across his palate the spicy and fermented kimchi added a rich and flavorful kick while the soft yet pungent kimchi provided a comforting warmth - back then his former chefs would prepare Sylus a medium rare steak, a veal or an italian pasta with meatballs on it to add some red meat for his diet however this one tasted like home.

“Mmm… this is delicious in fact let me try some more.” She gave him another clean spoon she liked the fact that he came back for seconds.

“I’m starving shall we go eat?” He usually doesn’t ask his chefs to accompany him for dinner and it’s the first time he saw she was holding back. “Oh, well it’s almost done sir I’ll serve it once you settle at the table.” Given her professional response he nodded but wasn’t satisfied with her answer.

He went to the dining area where he sees the table completely set for one. He frowned a little as if it’s almost reminding him how alone he was. Candle lights, table napkins, clean utensils and a clean plate all waiting for him. He went back to the kitchen immediately realizing that he should be with her eating beside him instead. He sat down at the kitchen island where she promptly prepared basic place mats.

He smiled at her once again giving her the impression that this is where he decided to dine she quickly understood as if they were of one mind. He watches as she sets the food down on the counter the bowl of kimchi jjigae and the plate of dakgangjeong looked tempting.

“Looks good, chef.” She nodded pleased with his approval.

“Dig in.”

He didn’t need to be told twice he began taking a spoonful of the kimchi jjigae first the flavors were just as delicious as the first couple of bites the spice was well balanced out with other seasonings providing the dish with a perfect symphony of taste.

“This is really good,” he said as he took a small bite of the dakgangjeong appreciating the flavor from the crispy chicken coated with sweet and tangy sauce. “You have really outdone yourself with this one.”

She giggled at his compliment, never before in his entire life felt his heart warmed more in that blissful moment.

“You really enjoy cooking don’t you?” He asked still eating

“I do.”

He nodded appreciating her passion. “It shows in your work,” he complimented. “You put so much effort into the dishes you make its impressive.”

“Thank you, Sylus.” a light blush appeared in her cheeks

Bingo.

“Why don’t you join me? There’s more than enough for one person.” He watched her take off her apron and folded it placing it neatly on the counter his gaze softened as she made her way to his side silently grateful that she didn’t fight it anymore she ate right beside him taking a comfortable silence.

He felt like this is their new beginning and when the time comes that she would let him court her he’d be more than happy to settle down in a heartbeat.

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I've seen you answer a few asks about whaling history before, so hopefully I'm not offbase asking you questions out of the blue? But anyway, how did people bathe (or keep clean if not by bathing) during long sea voyages?

Not off base at all! Out of the blue whaling history questions are some of my fav asks to receive; I find them thrilling. I can’t help but write an essay every time.

It was particularly hard to keep clean on a whaler, and whalemen were often disparaged by those in other maritime professions. In 1839, naval Lieutenant Charles Wilkes said of the crew of the whaleship America, 

“I have seldom seen at sea a more uncombed and dirty set of mariners than his crew.“

J.E. Haviland of the Baltic, 1856, complained of besmirching his journal pages with the grime that he was unable to scrub off his hands after tarring the rigging, self consciously saying:

“My hands + clothes would look beautiful for a ladies Parlor. I see they even collor the paper but I cannot get the tar out. The Old Man says he intends to have me tar down the rigging a few days before we get in New Bedford so that I shall not forget too soon that I have been a sailor.”

General ships’ work  such as tarring could be messy, but a whaler’s work was even messier. When trying out blubber it was futile to attempt maintaining any semblance of cleanliness during the process. William Abbe of the Atkins Adams, 1859, said that during boiling, a watch would turn in to their bunks a few hours rest, merely ‘after wiping off your bare body with oakum to take off the thickest of the oil”.

But the gore and oil wasn’t forever. After the particular job was done the ship would be meticulously cleaned, and the whalers would tend to themselves too. As Herman Melville wrote,

“The crew themselves proceed to their own ablutions; shift themselves from top to toe; and finally issue to the immaculate deck, fresh and all aglow, as bridegrooms new-leaped from out the daintiest Holland. Now, with elated step, they pace the planks in twos and threes, and humorously discourse of parlors, sofas, carpets, and fine cambrics; propose to mat the deck; think of having hanging to the top; object not to taking tea by moonlight on the piazza of the forecastle. To hint to such musked mariners of oil, and bone, and blubber, were little short of audacity. They know not the thing you distantly allude to. Away, and bring us napkins!”

Haviland expressed gratitude in getting a chance to get clean after all the work of boiling blubber was done:

“I feel much better to day I have given myself a good wash + a clean shave + got in all clean clothes. You would not have known your own son if you could have seen him yesterday. I was nearly black with smoke + dirt. (with shame) I say it was the accumulation of 2 months dirt + 4 months beard. Everything looks as clean + bright as it did before we took the whale”

Being able to bathe was such a highlight that Abbe titled one of his journal pages “Washing myself!!” With TWO exclamation points!

“I write with pride in my fastidious journal that this morning I washed my face + hands with castile soap + fresh water — when shall I do the like again? When shall I write the pleasant and comfortable fact that I have shaved? The future and fair weather only can tell.”

The ship’s slop chest—its general store—had toiletries for sale, often at a very high premium. Whaling account books show men buying pounds of oil soap for their own personal stores. The fresh water was often rainwater collected for this purpose, rather than the casks set aside for drinking.

“This has been a rather squally day,” wrote Mary Lawrence, whaling wife who accompanied her husband on his ship Addison in the 1850s. “Considerable rain has fallen, and everybody on deck is using an abundant supply of rainwater for washing purposes.” She also added, though this is speaking of laundry rather than bathing, “Having stopped up the scuppers, the use the whole deck for one grand washtub.”

They’d use the sea, too. John Martin of the Lucy Ann, wrote of bathing via rain and sea whilst near the equator on January 24th, 1842.

“Towards noon the rain came down in torrents. The weather being sultry the watch on deck shipped off their shirts to it. John the boat steerer went entirely naked with the exception of a handkerchief tied around his privates. In the afternoon it cleared away, when I asked permission from the Captain for the crew to take a bathe over the side. He said we might do it if we rigged a studding sail over the side, which was soon done & all hands that could swim were to be seen jumping from different parts of the ship. Some went out to the end of the flying jib boom & jumped off there. Even the dog was thrown overboard & got his share of washing. I like bathing at sea but for one thing, and that is sharks. I always have a fear that one might be hovering about and give one a nip before he was aware of it.”

It was challenging for whalers to keep clean by nature of the job, but man when they were able to they really seemed to revel in it. For many of them it was more than just a bath; it was a symbolic return to a home they were long away from, or to the man they perceived themselves to be back on shore, or of a society that they felt cut off from in their line of work.

If you’re interested I also wrote a thing about doing laundry on whaleships too, yonder!

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11 : Feelings

Masterlist

Twack

“WOOO!! YOU GOT ‘IM CLAWW!~” Soap cheered for her and Gaz clapped excited while munching as Claw slammed Ghost into the training mat with her weight

“Ehehehe”  praise after praise addressed to her don't forget a scratch and a lot of petting on her head, Ghost who just got his ass whooped watching her ears twitching in delight and her fluffy tail then in the corner of her eyes Claw saw Professor

“Professor!!” Claw skipping toward her hugging the Old Lady tightly

“Do you have a time to play with me?” The professor didn’t mind sweat coming from her

“No..I just having a discuss with Captain Price, then I’ll be heading to Lab”

“but...Professor..when will you...” her smile turn down

“Soon as I can, until then you obey whatever they told you to and remember what I told you to, hm?” Professor rubbing her cheeks

“Okay...” ears flattened in disappointment, the old woman wiped out Claw's sweaty forehead with her palm she felt the biggest pride for Claw, even though she doesn't have a blood relation with Claw

She treat her like her own child...even when the first time she met her

“this will be NOT the last you saw me, take care dear” Professor pinching her soft cheeks then she looked up to stare at the Lieutenant with her dead eyes, Ghost stared at her with distrust in his eyes then she glance at Claw again

“Dont forget what im told you dear..take care...be strong” the old woman pecking her sweaty forehead and then playfully wiping her mouth

“Yuckk..your so sweaty” Claw giggles and rubs herself wiping her sweaty body to Professor

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Hopping out of the vehicle Claw swirled her tail brushing it with her hands followed by Soap and Ghost as they walked forward into the empty building, she frowned when she felt an unruly fur in her hand

“Where are we?” ask Soap

“Alejandro safehouse, gave me the location just in case” explain Ghost

“Why didn’t he tell me?”

“It was need to know”

“did he told you Bonnie?” Soap glance at Claw

“mmh...”Claw hummed still focussing at her unruly tails, mindlessly nodding Ghost took a glance at Claw who seems distress 

“What if I need to know?” Soap snapped his head at Ghost

“Shh, Johnny” hushed Ghost,he knelt wiping out the dry brush

“Pressure plate”

“Alejandro rigged it”

“Smart bastard” Claw saw an open window carve out, letting go her tails she walk there hopping into the window

“hey Bonnie wait up!” Soap rushed to her way

Once inside the empty building, she smelled someone familiar, followed by Soap scanning the building with his gun

“There’s someone here” her ears twitching, eyes glowing scanning the area a movement catching her eyes

“Down Claw” command Ghost then he throwing his knife as someone who hiding behind the wood pillar

“Master Rudy?” Ask Claw her ears perk up

“Claw? Soap! Ghost! You’re alive” he took Ghost knife and jump down to the ground giving Ghost his knife back

“Nice throw”

Suddenly Claw leaned to Rudy, wrapping her arm around his waist without a word Rudy accepted her hug and leaned his head into hers

“..m sorry Master..I can’t protect Master Ale from being taken away..” she whimper, Rudy rubbing her back pecking her head uncounciusly in a second both Soap and Ghost scowl at him

“Its alright Hermana...” when Rudy look up to Ghost and Soap their face back normal

“Where were you guys?” ask Rudy still embracing Claw

“On the run”

“We were on ther run, Master Ghost waited for us” Claw unwarps her arms from Rudy's waist and looks up at him

“of course, no?”

“no”

“Yes. We’re a team. All of us, this happened on my watch and I’ll need help tp fix it. No one fight alone” claim Ghost

“Why did Graves turn?”ask Rudy, Claw flinched at the name as she sulked and looked down fidgeting her sharp nails ears flopped down to her head glancing at Soap wounds on his shoulder clenching her fist tight

“For now, General Shepherd, Laswell, and anyone else outside this room is considered a hostile” Claw snap her head up at Ghost claim

“e-even Professor?” she whimper at Ghost, he glance at her narrowing his eyes

For the first time he met the old woman he got a weird feeling from her, a sense of distrust blooming the moment he caught her sharp dead glance

He gave her a firm nod, and her shoulder slumped but she only could obey what Ghost told her because she promised Professor to obey only 141 while she was absent

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After discussing about rescue plan for Alejandro, while both Ghost and Rudy are on the other side of the room preparing the equipment, Claw drags Soap to tend his wound takes out the bullet sits him down on a wooden chair

Taking an alcohol out from her vest that she found from the the store while she was sneaking around from the Shadow and a medical supplies that Rudy gave her, she untied the bandage and looked at the wound

“Master..this will hurt..” warn Claw her blue eyes staring at him deep, huffed Soap ruffles her head

“Heh dont worry Bonnie..been through the worst..” pursing her lips Claw poured the achohol on his wounded shoulder and tightly shut his mouth Soap tried not to wince away from her

With a bit of hesitation, Claw takes a tweezer and digs it into his wounded shoulder to take out the bullet

“Ngh..!” Soap tremble in pain but he endured it,  his hand gripped hard on the edge of the chairs

The tweezer got the bullet then she slowly pulled it out so it didn't slip out from the tweezer once she finally got the bullet out Claw immediately cleaned up his wound stitched it then bandaged it up again

“Khh..Damn..Lass...you good at this..even better than..those medic I – “Soap halted when he saw his favorite hybrid tremble and a tear roll down her cheeks

“Bonnie?”

“m sorry...I..” she putting the tweezer down wiping the tears with her arms

“hey..hey..whats wrong?” Soap cupping her cheeks

“I should’ve protect you..b-but..I-I..Im so useless..”

“hey..you ‘ave done much, you know that..dont cry..”

“Im sorry..please..dont throw me away...” Claw hiding her face with her bloodied hand doesn’t if the blood smearing on her face, she could remember clearly her time at the Lab and how the other scientists look down upon her with the look of..

Just the think of it Claw sobbing curled her tails

Hate to see her cry like this, an idea pops out from his head he truly hated to take advantage of her like this but to see Claw with tears of anguish was the most thing he hate

“Bonnie..” he softly called once Claw look at him, Soap lean into her face

“Mmp?!”

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Satisfied with the equipment they prepare Ghost slings up the bag onto his shoulder

“Gonna get this to the truck” Claim Ghost to Rudy as he nods to Ghost he continues to tidy up their equipment, Ghost walks into the truck once he puts the bag inside he decides to take a look at Claw and Soap doing

“Jhonny, Claw you – “he halted when he saw an intimate moment between them

Soap deepened his kiss and then pushed away from her to take a breath

“M-Ma-Master..!” Claw squeak

“Sorry..just hate ta see you crying like that..gotta find a way to make ya stop cryin’”

“Well theres another way to make me stop crying!”

Ghost just walked away from the scene before any of them noticed he was there, He didn't want to be involved in any drama they making right now he always knew that the Sergeant always had feelings for the hybrid and he didn't mind it

Happy for both of them... But why....

Does he feel a pinch of jealousy in his heart right now?

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[mickules]

Not pictured here is the actual jerry-rigged lattice work of dinner mats and pillows with my laptop and tablet balanced on top Jenga-like, created in a codeine infused haze.

Just to keep yous in the loop since my surgery I'm actually doing much better, almost back to normal so I'm getting back into my art stride! and if tumble actually behaves itself for once, you should be seeing some things soon!

I'll admit I've not yet looked at any messages or asks for a long time I'm so sorry, I do very much appreciate them! I'm a lurker by nature, and usually by default logged into my reblog-blog so I can completely forget to check notifs, and then it becomes the existential dismay of 'How long ago was this sent??' (Bless all of my friends who let me get away without messaging them for literal months, I swear I don't mean to!!)

I do genuinely wanna get back into answering asks, I'm very aware I've had some floating in my askbox for way too long, and I've got answers in my drafts I've danced around posting so I can avoid the stress of fighting with tumblr bugs. But! Now's as good a time as any to tackle 'em! Why not!

I'm not 100% yet, but should be fighting fit soon! 🤞

[simmerianne93]

[Simmerianne93]Portrait_poses_15

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Hello everyone!!! How are you doing???

I want to end this month of horror (and not just because it was Halloween XD) with a gift pack to celebrate Halloween with your pixelated families, especially with the little ones in the house hehe.

Last year I made a similar pack for Simblreen (you can download it here), and this year I wanted to bring you this pack in the middle of the month so you could enjoy Halloween with your pixelated families, but I couldn't do it. However, here you have this little gift. I hope it's not too late...

I sincerely hope you like them. I for one am in love... and I hope to make this a tradition, bringing you portrait poses for Halloween with family and/or friends... I feel like there aren't many poses of this style, so I think they would be good.

I hope your days are being amazing and that you enjoy this little pack of poses.... now I'll be back to normal poses... and some surprises on the last two months of the year.... (are you curious? here you have the answer... I'll be part of a really cute collab with some more posemakers!!!)

Happy Halloween 2024!!!

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What is on it?

1 Groupal pose for 4 sims (Made with a female rig, a modified male rig, a toddler rig and an infant rig)

1 Groupal pose for 5 sims (Made with 3 child rigs and 2 toddler rigs)

2 Groupal poses for 6 sims (Made with 3 child rigs, 2 toddler rigs and 1 infant rig)

1 Groupal pose for 6 sims (Made with 3 child rigs and 3 toddler rigs)

1 Groupal pose for 6 sims (Made with 3 Female rigs and 3 Male rigs)

What do you need?

Andrew's poses player 

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo or Mccc by deaderpool.

Pose #3: Debbug big pumpkin (Cottage living EP) or [Simmerianne93]BigPumpkin_Object

Pose #5: Werewolf GP's log bench.

Pose #2 and #5:

- [Simmerianne93]SimlasyaConversion_PumpkinCHILD_Poseacc - [Simmerianne93]SimlasyaConversion_PumpkinTODDLER_Poseacc - [Simmerianne93]SimlasyaConversion_PumpkinINFANT_Poseacc

Invisible infant mat replacement  by mcrudd  (OPTIONAL FOR INFANTS WHO HAVEN'T LEARN HOW TO SIT

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Instructions in the original post.

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TOU

Do not claim my creations as your own.

Do not re-upload or modify my creations.

Do not make money of my creations.

Do not include my creations in Mods folders to download.

Please follow my Term Of Use.

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Download it now here — [FREE FOR EVERYONE]

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If you want to support me:  Patreon | Ko-fi

All my poses overview: Pinterest |  Wix | Tumblr

More in-game preview pics of all my poses: Instagram

My socials: Twitter | BlueSky | Instagram | Tumblr

Lives and videos: Youtube

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I really hope you like them and I will say in advance: Thank you so much for using them.

@ts4-poses

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[thatthirdtriplet]

Relationships:

Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Tim Drake & Jason Todd Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Characters:

Dick Grayson Jason Todd Tim Drake

Additional Tags:

Comfort No Hurt fluff Tim Drake Loves Dick Grayson Dick Grayson Loves Tim Drake Dick Grayson Loves Jason Todd Tim Drake Loves Jason Todd Jason Todd Loves Dick Grayson Deep Down Jason Todd Has Had Tim Drake For Half An Hour Et Cetera Stalker Tim Drake protective Jason Todd Dick Grayson Has Issues Tim Drake Is A Professional Little Brother canon Divergence - Jason Todd's Attack on Titans Tower Tim Drake Gets a Hug Dick Grayson Gets a Hug Jason Todd Gets A Hug they are all so touch-starved guys Bruce turns up at the end cuddling and Snuggling and fighting violence as a Love Language misunderstandings mutual Pining (Fraternal)

Summary:

As the door opened Tim quickly disabled another three separate electronic sensors in the doorjamb by swiping them with a device that looked a bit like a thumb drive. “Walk where I walk,” he said.

He took a big step over the doormat, eyed the floor carefully, then took a careful skipped sidestep to another mat against the right-hand wall, where he removed his shoes.

“What the hell?” whispered Jason, still standing in the open doorway.

Tim pointed up. There was a net rigged up on the ceiling. “Pressure pads under the carpet.”

“I repeat, what the hell?

After Tim completely derails Jason’s beatdown attempt by asking him for a hug, Jason’s first priority is to get this touch-starved kid more cuddles. Tim’s first priority is to avoid Dick’s traps.

Jason learns a lot about his brothers and what happened while he was away, and something about himself too.

Ps: This is inspired by Last Request, the fic posted before this one, I suggest reading it for this one to make sense.