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[customsiliconemolds]

Rubber Mold Making company

Rubber is now a necessary component of many contemporary goods, appliances, and even infrastructure. Rubber is used in everything from heavy machinery's anti-vibration cushions to pipe seals and automobile tires. To get the most out of your products, rubber mold making company that use these items might want to think about bespoke rubber molding.

There are several advantages to rubber custom moulding, including improved performance and longer durability. Custom rubber solutions are the only option available in some situations.

[customrubber]

Rubber Moulding Company

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[yeah-yeah-beebiss-1]

It is early October 2023. You go to the mailbox and see a package you’ve waited far too long for. After two delays and 2+ weeks of shipping, it’s finally here. Good Smile Company’s Nendoroid Kobeni Higashiyama from the hit manga/anime, Chainsaw Man. The package is slightly damp. You pay this no mind. It rained earlier that day. Like a goblin pilfering a trinket, you snatch the parcel and scurry inside. You lay the box on the table and gently slice through the packing tape with your trusty xacto knife, before parting the cardboard. It smells like a gym. You pay this no heed, as you are excited to display your favorite character from the hit manga/anime Chainsaw Man on your shelf. You take the Nendoroid box and open the top. Another hit of the gym smell. Curious. You slide out the plastic tray containing the figure, and remove the top half. There are sheets of paper wedged between certain parts of the figure to prevent paint transfer. You delicately remove them. They feel sodden, like the paper that lined the basket of greasy chicken fingers you bought at the carnival that one time. The ones you regretted on that summer evening as you fought for your life on the porcelain throne. You’re getting distracted - back to the task at hand. Nendoroid #2014: Kobeni Higashiyama lays before you, ready to be posed and displayed on your shelf. You gingerly grab the figure. It is damp to the touch. You did not expect this. You shudder in surprise, and the unexpected pressure of this motion makes the lubricated Nendoroid slide out of your hands like one of those rubber water tube toys from the aquarium gift shop. Y’know, the ones people always joke about sticking your dick in. You watch in slow motion as Kobeni flies out of your hands and sails across the room. Sweat beads on her plastic forehead, and not just the sweat printed on by the manufacturer. She looks as if she may cry at any moment. Thunk. She hits the wall, and lands on your bed. You check the figure. No paint scuffs. Good. You check the drywall. Was that water stain always there? No matter. You swap parts to put the Nendoroid into your favorite pose. The plastic feels a little slippery. Must be some leftover mold release from the factory. You place the figure on your shelf. It almost looks like another bead of sweat has formed on Kobeni’s face. You are impressed by Good Smile Company’s attention to detail. As Kobeni Higashiyama stands guard on your shelf, a bead of sweat rolls down her suited form and pools by her feet on the clear plastic stand. It is early October 2023.

[kaxenart]

Kaxen's BJD Hardcap Wigmaking 2024 Version

Pros of hard wig cap style:

The best method for short hairstyles (and I am a masochist who loves short swept-back hairstyles)

Are you the kind of person who gets tilted over lace front wigs having a line of extra net or not fitting your doll's forehead? This wig will fit and you can chop the wig cap even closer.

I hate hand sewing, so I never do sewn wefts with soft wigcaps, and sewn wefts don't work well for exposed hairlines so GLUE, GLUE, BABY.

Cons of hard wig cap style:

This wig will not fit on another doll unless it's maybe from the same company or has a really generic head-shape

Tools

Nonstick mat - Michaels sells Messy Mats which are very thin but stiff film mats that are nonstick. Silicone mats for pet bowls are often very cheap! A lot of craft-specific silicone mats have more price mark-up despite being the exact same thing.

Silicone spatula - for spreading glue. Just the generic silicone tools are fine. Comes in different sizes.

Glue of choice - Different glues react differently to different fibers and different colors. Pick whatever you like that has a slight flex to it and is waterproof once it's dry. If you prefer to style hair with high temperatures (especially the boiling water method), pick something that will resist high temps.

Glues I personally hate passionately: Beacon Adhesives Fabri-tac.

Why Fabri-tac sucks:

Smells terrible

Warps over time, wigs have literally stopped fitting the doll it was for

Rock hard when dry, literally the worst option for fabric???????????

Glue bottle cap always gets fucked up and useless.

Like jesus christ just get some fray check if you need fabric glue

Slicker brush: No matter how thorough you are with glue, you will have loose fiber. Comb it out. Buy two if you want to be able to have a poor man's wool carder so you can re-align fibers and use them later. WHY ARE WOOL CARDERS SO EXPENSIVE?

Fibers -

Suri alpaca: Very fine strands, low gloss, can use hair irons on it

Tencel: very fine strands, high gloss, can use hair irons on it, plant-based. Great for 1/6 scale and Anime Bullshit hair

Viscose (not pictured): very fine strands, high gloss, crinkles like hell if it gets wet, can use hair irons on it, plant-based

Silk (the silver wig lower down the post): very fine strands, high gloss, can use hair irons on it

Mohair: medium strands (thinner if it's kid mohair), high gloss, can use hair irons on it. Various levels of curly.

Synthetic: medium strands, high or low gloss depending on what you get, ymmv on hair irons check before hand how much temperature it can handle. Already made of plastic so plastic-y glue doesn't make it look weirder. Comes in the longest strands.

Wool roving (not pictured): fine strands, no gloss, doesn't really look like straight hair, but works well for styles like dreads.

Acrylic yarn (not pictured): fine strands, gloss level varies, cheap, but you pay in "spent all afternoon unraveling yarn to brush it out" MICROPLASTICS BAD.

I looked at combed mohair prices and it made me scared. How much fiber do I need?

1/3 heads (8-9in circumference): 1/2 oz is a comfortable amount for shorter styles and more the longer the hair will be

1/4 heads (6-7.5in circumference): 1/4-1/3 oz.

1/6 Mature tinies (3in circumference): 1/4 oz, the usual minimum order, will be a ton

Processing mohair yourself is cheaper, but it's a lot of cleaning and combing.

Making the wig base

Fabric base: sheer woven fabric or thin stretch fabrics (pantyhose, mesh hair nets, etc) in a color that does not clash too much with the skintone of your doll

The smaller the doll and the shorter the hair style (especially exposed hairlines!) the thinner you want to go to avoid seeing the wig cap too easily.

Cover the doll with plastic wrap, tighten the fabric as much as possible to mold to head, spread glue around so fabric will stay in this shape.

Putting rubber bands around ears helps shape.

Putting the fiber on

I'm pretty sure preparing wefts beforehand by gluing them on a nonstick mat and then cutting off pieces to stick on the wigcap is easier for exact placement, but I think that takes too long, so I just glue that straight on the wigcap.

I prefer not to use sewn wefts because I don't like that chunky line.

Work back to front and/or wherever the hair parts.

Hold up a small lock of hair and then use the silicone tool to swab a lil glue on it.

The smaller the doll, the smaller bundles you want to add the hair in so the bulk level isn't too crazy. Not as big of a deal for 1/3 scale dolls, the biggest deal with 1/6 dolls.

Hairline and hair parting methods

Rooting

I use the rooting tool from Dollyhair (but you can basically use any small hand tool with an adjustable chuck that can hold the rooting needle)

Pros:

Imitates growing hair

More versatile in styling options if you root a large sections of the wigcap because then the hair can flow in different directions without exposing which way it was glued

Cons:

Slow, the more realistic you want to go, the smaller each root plug should be. I use size 8 or size 6 needle on 1/3 dolls, but I could probably go smaller.

Tiny bits of hair and glue inside the gap may affect the fit of the wig cap.

Takes three billion years to dry the inside because you will swab glue on the inside of the wigcap and then smoosh the wig cap against plastic wrap on your doll's hair to keep the wig cap properly molded to your doll's head

Works terrible on mature tiny 1/6 wigs

TTRPG Mini Grass Style

Pros:

Fast, just put a daub of glue and slap a tuft on

Hair can be pushed in multiple directions without looking awkward

Cons:

Harder to do with longer hair and thicker fibers, may just tip over before the glue dries. Works better with short suri alpaca or tencel than mohair

Fold Over Method

Pros:

Easy!

Can hide wigcap edges

Cons:

Not realistic

Works worse with stiff fibers that may not lay flat after being folded over (may need heat treatment to work)

Ugly glue zone

Chopping the wig open to cram in fibers where the hair parting is

Pros:

Less ugly glue zone than the foldover method

Cons:

Margin for error for not warping the entire wig cap is not great! More risk than the rooting method.

Wildcard showing up with a steel chair! (mostly because this doesn't really need a separate post)

Flocking + painted edges

Pros:

Fast, swab on the adhesive and shake a ketchup bottle of fiber powder on it.

Useful for shaved hair

Cons:

Well, now you have Craft Herpes (glitter, fiber dust, y'know how it is...)

Not all doll sculptors have very flush headcap boundaries

Gotta redo the face-side of the flocking whenever you want to change the face-up

[beardedmrbean]

Bad Dragon is suing SinSaint over copyright infringement of their dildo designs. What I want to know is, can you copyright the shape of a dog's dick? Because if you can, you shouldn't be able to.

I did knot need to hear about this one.

one more pun

TSG is gonna be one of the more reputable sources for this one

MARCH 25--A manufacturer of “fantasy-themed sex toys” has accused an upstart Brooklyn, New York firm of knocking off its distinctive designs, according to a federal lawsuit alleging that the defendant has infringed on copyrights for dildos such as “Spritz the Seadragon” and “Tyson the Water Buffalo.”

In a March 20 complaint filed in U.S. District Court in Arizona, Bad Dragon Enterprises contended that its “sculptural” products have been illegally copied by SinSaint, which is headquartered in a Coney Island warehouse and advertises that all its “Ethically Manufactured” toys are “made in Brooklyn, USA.”

Bad Dragon, which noted that it has had “significant commercial success” in the adult toy field, alleged that SinSaint has been selling the duplicative dildos through its website and other trade channels, including the recent AVN Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas (where the new firm’s exhibitor booth was next to that of the all-nude Palomino strip club).

The lawsuit identifies 13 separate dildos that Bad Dragon claims have been copied (and renamed) by SinSaint, which was incorporated in New York last year. The colorful silicone toys feature scales, tentacles, suction cups, and other design elements meant to mimic the genitalia of dragons, sea creatures, and other fantastical characters.

Some of the Bad Dragon products that SinSaint is accused of swiping are “Kelvin the Ice Dragon,” “Stan the T. Rex,” and “Vergil the Drippy Dragon.” SinSaint has not been accused of pirating other Bad Dragon offerings like “Jason the Demogorgon” or “Cuttlefish of Cthulhu.”

According to the lawsuit, SinSaint’s counsel last month stated that the company had begun removing “some of the allegedly infringing listings for product redesign.” This response, Bad Dragon contended, was “unacceptable,” adding that it “continues to be harmed by Defendant’s ongoing, unlawful conduct.”

The Bad Dragon complaint seeks an order enjoining SinSaint from continuing any further alleged

copyright infringement and seeks “disgorgement of all of Defendant’s profits” related to the artificial penises. The company may also seek statutory damages of up to $150,000 for each of the dildos in question.

For more than a decade, Bad Dragon has sought trademark and copyright protection for various product lines. While often successful, the firm’s application to trademark its “Cum Tube” was abandoned after a government attorney rejected the ejaculating dildo because the “applied-for mark consists of or includes immoral or scandalous matter.” The application included a very NSFW image, which can be found on the U. S. Patent and Trademark Office website.

According to an August 2023 trademark application, SinSaint’s owner is Oleg Semenenko, 50, a resident of Brooklyn’s gated Seagate community. Semenenko lives less than a mile from SinSaint’s warehouse, which shares an address with GlobMarble, an industrial molds business for which Semenenko is listed as “manager” in a separate trademark application filed this month.

In a brief interview today, Semenenko was asked how a dildo firm grew out of his original business. “We work with rubber,” he replied. Semenenko dismissed Bad Dragon’s claim that its products were unique and original: “How can octopus hand can be your idea?” (4 pages) ____________________________________________

Hope the judge that did the recent trump case gets this one, even though I know that's basically impossible, just the thought of making him listen to hours of testimony about how these rubber fantasy dildos are protected by copyright or trademark law, or something like that is funny to me.

It's not a revenge thing wanting it, just a keep him humble thing. I know you think you're hot shit now, so here listen to these arguments for a bit.

Totally different note, I'm wondering how long until the discourse starts up, or if it has already started up, where using horse dildos is either bestiality or a gateway to bestiality because what with the way people treat cartoons of fictional people I can't imagine it's far off or not already here.

Look to japan for the tentacle ones.........

[mariacallous]

He dreamed of a career in the Israeli military. Instead, ironically, he co-created an iconic cereal brand which bears a distinctly military name and rank — Cap’n Crunch. The man behind the cereal is food technologist Chaim Gur-Arieh. He not only was on the laboratory ground floor bringing Cap’n Crunch to supermarket shelves, but Gur-Arieh brought us multiple other blockbuster brands and products — Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing, Tiger’s Milk Bar, single serving pudding and gelatin cups, and wine coolers.

Ninety-year-old Gur-Arieh is a non-stop innovator not only of foods, but of himself. He’s lived on three continents and pursued three distinct careers. Born in Istanbul, Turkey to a family that traces its roots there to the 1500s, he moved on his own at 14 to Israel. A high school dropout, his hopes of a life in the Israeli army ended when an explosion caused a hearing loss. Undeterred, he returned to school and earned a B.S. in chemical engineering.

In Israel, Chaim changed his last name from Mizrachi, a common name there, to Gur-Arieh, meaning “lion cub.” But this wasn’t the only change he made. After working at a rubber factory, Gur-Arieh decided chemical engineering wasn’t for him, he explained in a recent interview. So, he reinvented himself once more. He moved to the U.S., earned a master’s degree and Ph.D. in Food Science at the University of Illinois, and became a food technologist.

His first job was at Quaker Oats Company in the Midwest. It was there Cap’n Crunch was born. At the time, Quaker Oats had another cereal on the market. It also had a problem. That cereal, Life, was infringing on a patent owned by Ralston Purina Company, according to Gur-Arieh. So, Quaker Oats needed an alternative manufacturing method, and while working on one, came the idea of developing a sweet cereal for children, namely Cap’n Crunch.

While Cap’n Crunch is famed for its sugary taste and distinctive cartoon character, Gur-Arieh’s contribution was technical and industry trend setting. He co-developed the cereal’s manufacturing process called extrusion, the mechanical process when grain is forced to flow — under one or more varieties of conditions of mixing, heating and cutting — through a mold which shapes and/or puff-dries the grain. Before extrusion became the most common method of processing cereal, grains were typically rolled.

In the six decades since its introduction by Quaker Oats (now a subsidiary of PepsiCo), the popular corn and oat cereal has spun off into numerous flavors and seasonal variations, including ones with berries, “vanilly,” peanut butter” and “choco.” 

As for Gur-Arieh, he too spun off into multiple ventures. He worked for Del Monte Foods and a company developing food for astronauts. After that, he ran his own companies and along the way hit another gastronomical home run — developing Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing or more accurately the dressing as we dip and devour it today. Years before, ranch dressing had gone to market in dry mix packets, but Gur-Arieh created the bottled liquid formula convenience-loving consumers didn’t know they craved. 

About this time, Gur-Arieh took on a partner-for-life, his wife Elisheva. After 35 years in the food business, at an age when many people might consider retirement, Chaim and Elisheva opted to fulfill a longtime dream of opening a winery. Their Di Arie Vineyard & Winery, located in the Sierra foothills outside of Sacramento, CA, grows 11 varietals of grapes. In addition to the vineyard, there’s a tasting room and a wine club. Chaim makes the wine, while Elisheva, a nationally exhibited artist, oversees sales and marketing. 

Now, 24 years into operating the winery and having just celebrated his 90th birthday, you might ask when does the man behind Cap’n Crunch start resting on his laurels — or at least on his vineyard? The answer: Not yet.

Since COVID, the vineyard faces new challenges and Gur-Arieh is innovating once again to meet them. Sales are down and consumer tastes are changing, he explained. 

“First, there’s a general decrease in the amount of wine people are drinking. It’s partially an economic decision, but it’s also generational,” he said. “Younger drinkers are turning away from wine and back to hard liquor and that’s having an impact.”

To combat the downturn, this nonagenarian inventor has created three wines that pair with sushi. This new Hikari line is being marketed to money-spending younger foodie fans to win them back to wine. It has three offerings including a specially formulated chilled red wine blend and comes in bottles and cans – again, a nod to a younger demographic. Hikari is already sold in supermarkets in the West and Gur-Arieh is negotiating with a major Midwest chain to place Hikari there.

And with that update on his business, our interview concluded. The man who never lost his stride, be it during relocation from country to country (or continent to continent) or industry to industry, put on his floppy hat and headed out the door. There were grapes to tend to, watered and watched. Another day of work for this constantly innovating continually enterprising food scientist-turned-vintner.

[chernobog13]

MAJOR MATT MASON - MAN IN SPACE

Major Matt Mason, Mattel’s Man in Space.  This is an original 1966 release, as the straps on his space suit are blue.  All subsequent versions of the figures had black straps.

Mattel took full advantage of young Americans’ fascination with the space program by releasing the Major Matt Mason line of astronaut action figures in 1966.

Sgt. Storm on the Space Sled, a flying jet ski-like personal transport.

There were initially three color-coded 6-inch astronaut figures in the line: Major Matt Mason was in a white space suit, Sgt. Storm was in a red space suit, and Mason’s civilian scientist buddy, Doug Davis, wore a yellow suit.  In 1968 a fourth astronaut, African-American Jeff Long, made the scene in a blue spacesuit.

Long’s addition to the line was a bold move on Mattel’s part, as the astronaut program at NASA during that time was lily white.

Astronaut Jeff Long, who appeared nearly 20 years before Guion Bluford became the first black American to orbit Earth.

The figures were a rubber-like body over a thin wire armature - similar to the Gumby and Pokey toys - with molded plastic heads.  The wire armatures and pliable bodies made the figures extremely posable.

All four astronauts lived and worked on the Moon, which was pretty darn cool.  The coolest thing about the Major and his crew, though, was that - initially, at least - all their equipment was based on actual designs and prototypes developed for the space program.

Doug Davis, first civilian on the Moon.

And boy, was there a LOT of equipment and accessories: a flying Space Sled, a Cat Trac one-man tractor, a moon suit, a Space Crawler that used rotating “legs” instead of wheels, and a whole bunch more up to and included a  multi-storey Space Station play set (although it really was a Moon Base).

The Space Station play set in all its glory.

The Space Station was modular, and you could make it taller or shorter by adding or subtracting pieces of the red pylons.  The idea was for kids to have several Space Stations of varying heights, because Major Matt Mason had a ziipline accessory that enabled him to travel between them.

The Moon Crew in their color-coded spacesuits.

In fact, there were so many gadgets and accessories that, even with mid-1960s prices, I’m sure many parents would have had to take out a second mortgage in order to afford them all.

Doug Davis wearing a specialized back pack while riding his Space Sled.

Unfortunately for me, the only accessory I ever received was the rather prosaic Cat Trac.  It wasn’t as exciting as the Space Sled, or as zippy as the Jet Pack (there were a few different versions), or battery-powered like the Space Crawler.  Nevertheless, I used my imagination to make the most of it.

The Cat Trac: looked cool at first glance, but it was only a hollow piece of molded plastic.  Would’ve scored much higher on the coolness scale if the tracks at least moved.

The Moon Suit, based on an actual prototype developed by Grumman.

The Space Bubble was essentially a rickshaw on the Moon: One man did all the work while another just relaxed in the back.

The Space Crawler, the creme de la creme of the Major Matt Mason transport toys.  This guy crawled along at a pretty decent clip, and due to its “legs” it could cover some rugged terrain.

It wasn’t long, however, before someone at Mattel became bored with the relatively realistic theme of the Major Matt Mason line.  Their solution: introduce science fiction elements to make things more exciting.

Captain Lazer, mysterious alien friend to Major Matt Mason and crew.

The first was the introduction in 1967 of Captain Lazer, who was so different from the rest of the line that there is speculation that he was intended for another line of figures entirely, or acquired from a Japanese company (his helmet reminds me of the Toei tokusatsu hero Captain Ultra, which was airing in Japan at the time).

Captain Lazer was 12 - almost 13 - inches tall, towering over Mason and the other astronauts.  His body was made of hard plastic  The head rotated at the neck, the arms rotated at the shoulders, and the legs rotated at the hips, but that was the extent of his articulation.  He had battery powered glowing red eyes and chest plate, as well as the laser pistol that was attached permanently to his hand.  There were attachments that connected to the pistol to change its appearance.  All in all, he looks like a pulp magazine or Golden Age comic book version of a space hero.

Good guy alien Callisto.

Evil alien Scorpio.

Then there were the aliens Callisto and Scorpio.  These were both in scale with the astronaut figures, and came with various gimmicks and accessories.  Callisto, listed as Mason’s friend from Jupiter, had a rubber and wire armature body.   Scorpio was an evil alien had battery-powered glowing eyes.

A first edition version of the good Major.

The astronauts’ equipment became typical science fiction props, like the Firebolt Space Cannon, assorted hand-held weapons, the Super Power Set (think Ripley’s exosuit cargo loader from Aliens), and the Gamma Ray-Gard (a projectile firing toy).

Major Matt Mason even got his own Big Little Book.  This is the only surviving piece of my MMM collection.

I had a lot of fun with the few Major Matt Mason toys I had, as did everyone I knew who had some.  There were, unfortunately, two major problems with the figures that reduced their enjoyment and playability factors.

First, the wire armatures were extremely thin and broke within a matter of days. The wire would then stick out through the rubber body, poking you in the hand every time you picked the figure up.  Meanwhile, the limb the wire was attached to would flop around uselessly.

Second, the paint on the rubber bodies began to flake off almost immediately, exposing the black base.  I remember finding paint flecks all over my hands and clothes each time I played with the figures.  At a price in 1966 of around $2.37 (approximately $22.00 today), the figures weren’t inexpensive, and I know my folks couldn’t afford to replace them.

Sadly, just as America lost its interest in the space program due to severe problems at home (the Vietnam War, Watergate, the oil crisis, rampant inflation), so did kids lose interest in Major Matt Mason.  Mattel cancelled the line abruptly in 1972 and never looked back.

Nevertheless, the Major and his crew have remained favorites of that generation.  Tom Hanks has been trying to get a Major Matt Mason film made for years.

And the Major was a big hit with NASA.  He reportedly been to space as a crew member on several missions of the space shuttle, including Senator John Glenn’s shuttle mission in 1998.  Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if you found him somewhere on the International Space Station.

[thehomophobe]

A flock of busboys and maids all hurried down the dimly lit hallways. Each servant carried shopping bags, suitcases, briefcases, satchels, and the heavy weight of foreboding trepidation; they just want to please the boss.

Especially since he wasn't in a good mood. They trip over their shiny shoes and pristine skirts in haste; the boss needs his stuff, and needs it now. The single elevator repletes again and again with servants. They would use the stairs but the slightest scuff could wipe their heads off clean. 

DING!

Each ring of the elevator allows the rookeries of penguin suited men and women to arrive at a palatial lobby. Similar to a waiting room at the doctor's office. Though, those who wait here would be offered a deal or offered an execution. For the servants, this was an emergency. 

One butler, a true gentleman's gentleman, had the courage to knock on the gilded, velvety red doors. 

"Mister Potere. Your presents have arrived." While the butler spoke politely and forward, the sheer intensity sweats beneath bundles of fabric. Oh dear, those clothes are going to need a wash. 

...

CLICK!

The door open. The boss's face appears from the other side.

"Come in come in." He beckoned them inside. The rookery all scatter themselves around the penthouse; into the foyer, up the bifurcated stairs, through the halls towards the bathrooms, bedrooms, kitchens, bars, any place found in between the cracks of red and gold. 

"The rest will be with you shortly sir."

"Thank you Edmund." The boss thanked, a grin as charming as the devil emitted from his face. He thanked the servants that exited the suite as they passed, grateful of their diligence and service. 

One maid entered the lounge swiftly, carrying as many shopping bags as she could. 

"Evening Claire."

 "Evening boys." 

The maid greeted the two consorts, who were stripped down to their robes. The blonde sat on a stool at the small bar while the noirette sat on the velvet couch. 

"What are those?" Asked the blonde.

"Gifts from Mr. Potere. He bought these just for you tonight..." While the word may indicate a reward, the maid had an inference about the punishment wrapped in silky ribbons and cardboard. She didn't bother to even look inside the bag, the shop name and the weight provided clues to what's inside the boxes. She places the bags at the center of the lounge, away from the clipped-winged angels.

Claire gave a longing, somber look to the brothers. "...Take care of yourselves boys..." She blessed. 

"Thank you Claire."

"We'll try."

 The maid hurried herself out of the lounge; the last she wants is for the boss to think she's some secret mistress. 

"Isn't she a doll?" Sun commented, an arm raising his head at the bar. Moon took one bag from the pile she had carried. Inside was a plain white box tied with a pink ribbon. The ribbon unfurls revealing a black two piece. Lace that seemed to be woven by a spider. The lingerie was stitched silky promiscuity. Perfect for a man like Moon, even if it was meant for women. 

And it didn't end there.

Wine red, powder blue, decorous white, twee pink, even stranger colors like orange, green and brown. 

At the very bottom of some bags were sex toys. Molded by rubber and plastic. Used for those with love as fake as the silicon the companies manufacturing it. 

Sun nauseated. Moon grimaced. These weren't gifts. These were threats. That if you don't put those on and kneel before me, I'll have both your heads.

"The car's parked too far from the penthouse." Moon admitted. "We'll be found out. From the public if not his goons." 

"Moon I-"

*BAM*

"Ah, I see you like the gifts." The boss stepped foot through the door, grinning at his two little bunnies fondling with their torture devices. "My tendency to break things always gets the best of me. Especially in the bedroom..." 

Not a single word emitted from their mouths. Though the boss plans to make them squeal soon. 

"Hmm...Feeling shy are we?" The ginger boss stepped closer, his eyes burning towards the noirette. That's what he wants to have tonight. "You're not scared are you?" He gingerly clawed though the noirette silky hair. The stygian moved his head away from the hand he wanted to smack away. The don seemed to be pleased with his effort of escape, but continued to claw massage the head of hair. So smooth, so divine, so...

"Mmhmhmhm..." 

He gripped a lock and yanked the pallor man out off the couch. 

A yell of pain emitted from him.

The blonde try to push off the boss. 

But is only returned with a powerful smack across the face.

The blonde tumbles to the soft but hard flooring, wincing at the abusive hit. The blow had overpowered him. 

The noirette try to tear himself of his captor, but the grip only tightens. 

"Such a naughty little bunny. Did you think I forgot about your punishment?" The don snickers. The noirette punctures---or at least tries to--the arm that clutches a piece of his head as he curses out his "adoring lover". 

"Shut up you fuck!" The grip tightens.

"Wrong answer." The don chastises. "But I'll give you another chance."

"You lousy fu--"

*Thump*

The don, with all his might, shoves the noirette into the arm of the couch. The thin line of cushioning doesn't even soften the blow. A bruise forms on the stygian's pretty little head. The boss really hates to do this, but all actions have consequences.

"One last chance love, and maybe I won't use the lighter or the knife this time." 

...

Heavy, staggering breathing was Moon could respond with. With how limp his form was, you would've thought he passed out. 

"Hmph. Fine. If you won't say here, you'll say it in there." The don drags the noirette in the bedroom, but he still had some energy to at least fight back, pulling his head back to let the follicles loose. It only hurt more, each tug of escape didn't help. The don was too strong. The rest of the energy was resorted to cursing him out. The blonde recovered from the blow to free his brother. A push separated the two siblings once again. 

The doors slams shut.

Sun was left alone again.

No amount of curses or bangs could released the prisoner inside. 

"Such a good boy~."

A large erected cock plunges deep into the pharynx of Moon. Kecks was the only thing the stygian could "say" at the moment. To the boss this was the perfect punishment for the little rebel: If one is unable to speak, no insults would be spoken.

And if one is tied up, one cannot escape from their home. 

The beautiful, sadomasochistic ropes tangles the criminal consort and ties him to the bed. Perfect. Just perfect. 

"Dumb little rabbit. You break my rules, I break you." Eclipse mutters. A slap to the face awakes Moon once more. The lack of air slows him down; using the nose isn't enough to replete and deplete his lungs sufficiently. Tears in the noirette eyes as the white-hot cum poured down his throat. It tasted of bile, disgusting acid similar to the ones that melt holes into metal. 

"Make sure you swallow sweetheart~." Eclipse cooed, gently tapping the side of the (victim's) man cheek to awaken him again. The cum was being swallowed, with a instance of it dripping off the corners of Moon's lips. A claw grips his head yet again; he swore a chunk of his hair was gonna be ripped off his head. The phallus plunged as deep as it could go, the apparatus choking Moon worse than his boss holding him by the neck. At least he was sure about his death when that happens. 

"Just a little bit longer."

He could handle it any longer. 

He retched. He gagged. He felt his body spasm. But even that won't be enough to kill him.

"That's it, drink it all up dear."

Dear, sweetheart, these words meant nothing. Useless, empty, like presents wrapped in gilded paper and satin ribbons with nothing inside when opened.

He wanted to die. Please god kill him. Kill him now.

The clutch loosen.

His hair was unharmed.

His throat was free.

He could finally breathe in from his mouth, face gone pale and lips blue by this point. His lungs felt overwhelmed and sensation returned breath by breath. So much heaving with his mouth just irritated his destroyed throat more, but he pushed past it with desperation, adrenaline coming back to him.

He was alive. Sadly.

"Wasn't that fun doll~?" A claw tilted the numb consort's hanging head to face him. Eclipse hummed, his lover's too fucked out to speak.

Perfect.

A kiss of pity was pressed towards the noirette's cheek. Any semen of his was meant for his concubines, so tries to avoid any of the contaminated areas. The ribbons knotting Moon to the bed were been removed. The next phase was being prepared. Only a bit of rope tied the pallor to the bed while the rest was meant for his ectomorphic but divine body. Moon wanted to collapse, he was done, no more, please...

"Now, I'll make sure you won't walk out on me again." Eclipse hissed in Moon's ear. The tied corpse was then bent down, folded to allow the don free access to his rear. Slim hips were grabbed by sharp claws, the smooth, quartz skin gets scratched by the talons of the devil. Eclipse aligns his always-insatiable penis to the corpse.

A mortician must always fill a dead body with embalming fluid. Helps preserve the deceased. 

Moans from the stygian replaces the moist sounds behind him. A slap on the butt made the bunny yelp. Eclipse was having way too fun with this. If his throat wasn't scarred, Moon would've cursed him out; called him a fucker, a bastard, a tyrant. But the don heard those same old insults before, and shot those who cursed him out for too long. It would be as useless as the petnames Eclipse would call him. 

His anus was slowly filling with the seed of the black dahlia, the semen dripping from the hole as it overflowed. Running down his thighs and legs, then sheets of the love bed. The thorns scratched his sides with every thrusts. The rope felt tighter, suffocating him from outside. Another slap on the ass roused him. He bucked his hips. Eclipse promised to cripple him, and cripple him he shall. 

"Naughty. Little. Bunny." Eclipse thrusted harder with each word. The rope rubbed against the cuts and burns he made on Moon, claiming the sex object as his. 

A pleasure filled moan emitted from Eclipse as more cum gushed from his cock. The milk pour out and down the corpse, creating a creamy, dewy mess underneath. 

"That felt good." Eclipse muttered to himself, proud of his work. Moon, numb to the bone, laid over the disgusting, rancid mess on the bed. 

"Finish yourself off, then you're going downstairs. You and your brother have a gig tonight and I want you to be ready.  Understood?"

...

"Good."

The don goes to the conjoined bathroom installed next door.

Moon lies crumpled with a deathly look...

God...someone...anyone...please save him...

Claire brushed off the dirt and anxiety from her maid skirt. Now that she escaped the seventh level of hell she could go back to being a scullery maid.  

"Claire." A voiced stops her sprint. A hostess walk towards her, bun petite and glasses fixed. "I need you to escort our guest to the Jupiter House."

Really? Why couldn't she do it? She's a hostess. Claire's a maid. You don't ask a maid to escort guest to their rooms. You clean their messes and put air freshener and change the sheets if things got frisky. And the Houses? She just escaped from Hades, the crippling anxiety had just washed off. "Sure." The maid obliged. To the right of the hostess was said guest, who walked in confused and of course, in dire need of direction. The hostess redirected the guest to follow the overworked maid. Once again, she's forced to take the job of another. 

The guest looked...a little ragged...They reeked of sweat and alcohol that was somehow still fermenting. Claire can't judge the guests; she'll get an earful if she did. But pity isn't the right response either. Luck strikes like lightning, anyone could've won. And not to be rude, but frankly, they (need) deserved it.

"Follow me." Claire smiled. 

The maid, Claire, according to her nameplate, had beckoned you to follow her to the elevators. You're surprised to even catch what she said when your mind was clouded by satin and cotton. That man...That gorgeous man...He must be from heaven. Where it's all so peaceful. Where you wash your sins away in the tide. The promised land. You fiddled with the white glove in hand. The silky texture of the fabric felt better than the coarse roughness of crumpled dollar bills. 

"Um...excuse me?" A voice piped. The maid waved her hand in front you as if she's casting a spell to wake you. 

"Hm?"

"I was asking if you brought any sort of baggage you needed to be delivered." 

You shook your head. After tonight, you've completely forgotten everything you've scavenged from the past months. The others can have it. Whilst you mentally explained yourself, you felt the check inside your pocket.

$1,000,000.

For the 1,000,000th guest. How could they not go with the theme.

*DING*

The elevator swiftly opens. Inside was, similar to the planet, huge and spacious. Dark browns, tawny creams, marble spirals of almond, milk and black. It was lavish, with it's bifurcated stairs of marble and polished wood, ionic pillars of limestone, and high ceilings with a gorgeous chandelier. Golden, purposely dim lights added a moodiness to the room. Abstract pictures, mainly of naked people having sex and partying around decorated the place. The suite had a nutty, alcoholic scent, like sweet rum. 

In other words, it was beautiful.

"Welcome to the Jupiter House. The biggest suite here in the Meridian." Claire smiled. "Do you have your check?"

You nodded and gave her the bill.

"Alright. I'll send this downstairs. Your money will come shortly. Feel free to look around." 

...

The sound of clicking heels faded out, leaving nothing but you, the air of rich rum, and success.

Er...is it really success? You just pulled your name out of a hat and took a photo with a big fake check. You could call yourself a winner.

Shit...nah that don't sit right either. Probably because you just couldn't accept your fate. The question still bubbles and brews inside you: How the hell did you get here?!

You stared at the glove in your hand.

He got you here...

The angel at the hotel got you here.

The angel from the casino got you here.

You promised yourself to pray tonight before bed. 

Speaking of bed, where is it?

You gazed at the stairs in front of you, must be upstairs you thought. You felt for ruining the floors with your dirty boots; they must've just cleaned it for you, and now your scuffing the luxury out of them. You took careful steps upstairs. The floor above have another living room smaller than the one below; to put in perspective, this room was the size of a high school dance hall. The one below, a movie theater. Continuing its lavish theme of moody brown, timid tans and gilded edges. A wide flat tv was mounted to the right, while a large couch and chaise inhabited the left. A coffee table that ironically smelled of coffee, created a separation between. Underneath was a cow ski---no bear skin, brown bear skin rug. Deeper within was a bar stored with alcohol vary in type and expensiveness. A bartender's dream home to say the least. That's probably where the rum smell was coming from. And yet with all that, this wasn't the proper place to sleep. Luckily for you there were more doors to open, such as the double mahogany doors passed the living room. 

So once you pushed the golden handle away to peek, you were met with a whole different suite. Was this still apart of the room? Did you stumbled upon someone else's place? Did you make you way back to the entrance? It looked the exact same; browns, tans, while, blacks, all swirled into the tiles like coffee with milk and cream. There's even some pictures of real people stripped naked posing for your eyes to see. A spiral set of stairs lifted you up to the loft, where a fireplace and a comfy couch brought a sense of Christmas time in the Rockies. Even downstairs had a living room, a kitchen, a bar, some bathrooms, and probably a guest bedroom. Your curiosity didn't settled for that though, this was the biggest suite in the hotel. You might as well meander from the time.

In what felt like ages, you've completed your exploration. It truly was the biggest suite in the hotel. You must've ran into seven bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, a movie theater, an indoor pool, three foyers, four lofts, a hot tub, a balcony and a sex dungeon. Clearly, as if it wasn't obvious before, this room was meant for a business man. A wealthy business man. Who has enough mistresses to fill the garden tub in the master bathroom. You didn't think of inviting anyone over for tonight. You did however, think about all the benefits you got. What did they mean by "your own personal staff team"? You didn't want servants You didn't want to boss anyone around. You wanted a nice, comfortable bed in sleep in with nice comfortable clothes and nice comforting food to fill your belly with. The fancy-shmancy stuff could be put to the side. 

You lie on the king bed in the master bedroom, your dirt and sweat and oils soak the pure white of the sheets. So much for keeping the place clean. You looked at the glove again. So pure, so clean, so...

You held the glove against your nose, deeply inhaling the sweet smell of springtime. 

You didn't learn how to read an analog clock, but judging by the night sky outside the balcony windows and lights that illuminate the inky darkness, the night was still young. Or maybe this city just never sleeps. Either way you wanted to have fun, the immense space of the suite may be a waste, but free admission to the amenities along with $1,000,000 in cash---or card--shouldn't go to waste. That's it! You're going out!

It's as if it were the early morning of Black Friday.

The patrons of the hotel were lively and buzzing, zapped and awaken by the booze flowing their veins. Their heads light and weightless, they soar with the wings gold and wine. They would head for the golden horizon. The Meridian meant the top of the world; the poles connecting the North and South, where everyone wanted to be tonight.

You squeezed yourself through the seas of people, trying to find an activity to do in the meantime. You were wide awake after all that big winning from tonight. You needed to tired yourself out. As the hostess had mentioned before, you had free admission to the casino, the restaurants, the spas, the pools, the bars, the smoking room, and the playhouse, which you realized was just the auditorium. You didn't want to gamble again so you avoided the casino. You weren't hungry. You didn't want to get drunk tonight. You didn't really smoking all that much. The spas were closed and the pool needed cleaning, meaning the only thing left for you was the auditorium. 

The crowd pushed you out of its way and to the entrance. The words "Venus' Playhouse" was plastered and lit up with bright lights like blockbusters in a cinema. On the side had a poster for tonight's show.

Dream a Little Dream

Come See How A Star Is Born

It includes a woma--er--man? An androgynous figure sitting on a giant crescent moon glittered and bedazzled with silvers and sapphires amethysts and ribbons. The figure had blue-ish black hair, cut off about the shoulders with a small undeveloped hair covering a bit of his left eye. They were pale, sickly yet somehow healthy-looking. An albino but the melanin had only transfer to the hair. They were attractive, a body as slim as model and as graceful as a dove. Those eyes, those red eyes stare into yours. Love, longing, lust, loneliness; you couldn't tell. Behind those red curtains had the answer. And you wanted to know. Just like the many patrons inside. 

Carnegie hall, you never been there, but that's what looked like. There were more than 1,000 seats lining the top, bottom, left, right, back, and front. There were circular dining tables surrounding the runaway of the stage while the normal seats became the main perimeter of the playhouse. The stage was huge and barely lit, the answer lie behind the red curtains once more. You need to find a seat for the lecture. 

"Excuse me sir?" A humble, polite voice asked. The theater attendant---you didn't what they were called---came to you. "You are the 1,000,00th guest, no?"

"That's right."

"We have reserved a seat for you upfront. The one closest to the stage." He pointed to well, the closet spot on the stage. You thanked the man but you started to get a knot in your stomach. A hobo like yourself, upfront, where all the lights illuminated your area the most. A suit would've been nice, but your check has still not arrived yet. 

While the other guests had taken their spots in the soft cushion seats above and below murmuring and muttering and gossiping to each other, you made it down the stairs to your spot. A little golden stand had the words "RESERVED", waiting for you to arrive. Damn was the stage bigger up close. You felt ostracized, the patrons watching you from above and below as if you were the main act for tonight.

You felt excluded, not exclusive.

You should've bought a change of clothes.

...

The lights dim.

Their voices fade away.

The stage holds its breath.

A light flashed.

The bright beam centered itself.

The red curtains roll up. 

There they were.

There he was.

He moved slowly, smoothly, gracefully. A hand on the hip, a hand on the pole, a hand your heart. Were his eyes on you? Were the pools of shining rubies still-flowing for you? You couldn't tell; you were to mesmerized by the way he moved his body; that narrow waist, those long legs, that well-contoured ass...

He rubbed against the pole like a bear scratching its back on a tree. You moaned internally as he turned away from the crowd, breaking eye contact with you to give a better view. The audience needs some of that sugar tonight. The other women---and men--crowding the front gazed, stared, drooled a little. Arousal was arousing and spreading across the hall. The curtains reveal what was on the poster: the moon. The silver-gilded, bejeweled moon. Right behind the man orbiting the metal pole like a satellite. Like a moon. 

At an opportune moment of the song, he grasped his upper thighs with a soft smack, slowly but firmly trailing his fingers up as his hips continued to sway in time. He turned back after a moment of teasing and grinding, eyes capturing yours immediately as he halted the coordinated spin. But still commanding the attention of the adoring crowd in between you. You felt a warm sensation; your little friend, your third leg, your dick was errecting.

Holy shit did he just take off all his clothes?

Ok not all of it; an indigo thong---that just empathized his hips---along with silky garters and stockings covered himself. He gave a cheeky look over his shoulder before giving another spin to face the crowd and the responding noise from the audience became louder than the music for a moment. You were sweating. You tried no to howl with the rest of the crowd as well as try to "soothe'' your little friend from below.

*Click. Click. Click.*

He owned the runaway; each click of the heels matched the beat of the song, but was way out-of-tune with your heart beat. As he came closer, the spotlight followed him. The patrons all stared at him, idolizing the prostitute.

Then he came down the steps.

Wait since when were there steps?!?!?!

The man rubbed a socialite's shoulders, kissed a mistresses hand, licked another man's ear. He pampered those lucky enough to be in the front.

And then he went to you. With hunger and lust in his eyes, he sat in your lap. Two milky white hands wrapped around your neck, even tough he was taller than you. The man smirked deeply, observing what he was dealing with. Your little friend woke up again. He chuckled, rolling his hips at the sudden erection before slipping a hand deep within your filthy folds of fabric. It was cold but warm, having the man feel your incessant heartbeat as he gazed into your eyes. He got up from your lap and walked behind you. 

A hand slips from your shoulder, revealing the milky white arm...

Wait...

The man walked back up the stairs from the runaway and towards the pole. The music was ending. A flirtatious look was given directly to you once again before the angel santured backstage.

The curtains close.

The music ends.

The lights turn off.

A roar of applause and chants for an encore erupted the hall. You sat on your seat frozen and hot. You clutched a hand on your chest to relax your heart. Until you felt something solid and thin inside.

A card was placed inside your jacket.

"Meet me in the Gemini Suite~. "

"🌙"

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi sex witch! i was wondering if u had any resources on natural rubber being bodysafe or not? ive been using this gaia vibrator (lilac bullet something something) and it just occurred to me that its not a material i know for sure is safe, but i can't find too much on it

hi anon,

I'm gonna be so real right now: I think it's important to own when you don't know something, and this isn't something I can find a good answer for.

I like Blush a lot and have wholeheartedly recommended their Gaia bullet vibes, which are made of a biodegradable plastic blend that is 100% body safe. other toys on their site are body safe pretty well across the board; it's a lot of silicone and ABS plastic, both of which are perfectly body safe.

the rubber blend toys give me pause. rubber on its own is non-toxic but is a porous material, meaning that while it won't bleed chemicals into your body (the #1 danger issue with most unsafe sex toy materials) it can and does harbor bacteria and germs that cannot be 100% cleaned. with most rubber toys the best case scenario is to use it with a condom and dispose of it in a year or less to be safe, which means they are (in my opinion) kind of a waste.

the reason I hesitate to write off Blush's Gaia rubber toys is because it appears they're not using straight rubber but "BioTouch", which is a "proprietary version of natural rubber material" that "meets strict mechanical and chemical requirements." that's a little vague and on a lot of websites would not give me any peace of mind at all, because the sex toy industry is entirely unregulated and manufacturers can really put whatever the shit-fuck they want on their websites about how safe their toys are. honestly I wish Blush had bothered to specify whose requirements they're using to measure their safety!

now, having said that, while I generally err on the side of caution and don't trust businesses with anything, if it were me and my holes I would probably trust Blush and their products not to poison me with mold, because this is a company whose products I have personal experience with and who seem like they're really operating on the level everywhere else. ultimately it's up to you to make that call based on the info you have!

[suedeonym]

Day VII

It wasn't long before the humans died off and the machines built by them were the only survivors left. The robots and AI developed over a few centuries to recycle the accumulated trash, thus making them effectively immortal. The Earth cooled by a few degrees as the only water was in the atmosphere, keeping the ground usable for plants.

The seeds in the ground and those that blew around became saturated with radiation that escaped from decrepit power plants and silos and storage facilities. Mutations were catalyzed and metal and plastic started to grow out of the ground.

One of many big companies, Trash, Recycling, and IgnitioN Services by Electric and Gas-GuzzlerS, TRaINS by EGGS mass produced trash compaction robots, among others. These, like the rest, grouped up like families, like clans. It was almost human.

Boolean lifted a pile of scrap before turning it into a cube. Then he heard the telltale whistle of something flying through the air at high speed. He took the brunt of it and rolled it to the ground. He absorbed the scrap, bulking himself up, then went to investigate what had launched the projectile.

What he saw after a few minutes was the opposite of what he expected: a war machine curled up, doing the robotic equivalent of human crying. She lifted her head as he drew closer.

"何が欲しいですか?"

Boolean cocked his head in confusion. He recognized the language, but not what it meant.

"Qu'est-ce que tu veux?"

Not even the slightest clue.

"¿Qué deseas?"

So close yet so far away. So he went with the one he knew. "英語を話します?"

She snickered at that, then, in a much less irritated growl, said, "What do you want?"

"Oh, uh.... I just wondered if you throwing that crane at me was on purpose? Looking at you now, though, it doesn't seem like it." Now that he wasn't trying to process language or body language, he saw her factory silver plating which was covered in dust and rust flakes. She got up and some of the debris fell off of her.

"Sorry about that. Just alone and sad. I was sent here to find life, but aside from some weird molds and viruses, and you, I've found nothing."

"Well, if you're looking for humans or mammals you won't find any. They're all dead and gone. There aren't even any remains. But if you're looking at plant life, everything here came from carbon-based, photosynthesizing flora. Centuries back, but the DNA's still there, if you know where to look." He plucked a leaf from the ground. The rubber peeled apart easily when he opened it up.

"This is the most natural, well, most pre-apocalyptic, plant that grows now. One of the few carbon-based life forms here anymore." The silver robot looked at it, hunching to see and be less imposing. She analyzed it and, sure enough, nothing but hydrocarbons.

"Wait, what's your name? I'm Boolean."

"Evelyn."

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lottienat ficlet

“y’know, you’re like a cat.”

in the haze of smoke and vapour and wretched smell lottie can only begin to describe as “teenage stank”, she almost doesn’t hear nat’s quiet remark.

“huh?” she twists to look at the shorter girl who’s sitting to her right on the floor, head leaning back on the couch. her bleached hair is sticking up in places in a way that would have lottie’s mom absolutely fussing, but that looked sort of endearing on nat. she was smoking a cigarette with her eyes closed with an empty red solo cup clenched in her hand. 

peaceful, lottie thinks dazedly. if you believe it’s possible to achieve such a state of mind at such a raucous, shitty house party like this one. lottie doesn’t even remember why she’d come; she’d been more hung up on the fact that nat had agreed to go with her. 

“like… a cat. the ones that meow, ya know?” nat jokes faintly, and lottie giggles. she’s pretty faded, voice laced with much less snap in it than usual. of course, nat never snaps at lottie, but her voice always contains that bite. not now, though. 

“yeah, i know what a cat is, nat. how am i like one?” she asks, nudging nat’s head slightly with her knee. nat makes a little grunting noise before shifting up so she can turn and rest her elbows on the cushion of the couch, staring right into lottie’s eyes. 

jesus christ, her pupils are blown so wide there’s practically no white in them. her eyes are rimmed slightly red, though it’s hard to tell in the darker atmosphere of the basement, and there’s a slight sheen of sweat on her face. still, when nat grins, her face lights up, canines stretching to fill her mouth like wrongly fitted dentures. or something. 

maybe not wrongly fitted. nat has a gorgeous smile, all teeth, like the artist who molded her face weaned the edges off into a sharp point like a statement to compliment the jaggedness of her eyeliner. lottie likes it. she really likes nat’s smile. 

“well, uh, let’s see. you’re, like, the princess of wiskayok, very cat vibes, you feel me? cats are like, the royalty of pets, or whatever.”

lottie cocks her head, amused, inclining her to go on. the corner of nat’s mouth tugs up and and she complies. 

“hm. you sorta slow blink like a cat too. you just have feline energy? i guess? well, wait, you’re not, like, catty, or anything, i just meant—“ and nat’s voice raises in urgency, eyes widening halfway through her sentence like she’s swallowed a stone and it’s just gotten lodged in her throat. 

lottie leans forward. “no, no, i think i get it,” she murmurs, smiling to herself. nat relaxes back into herself after lottie reassures her with a small nod. she likes seeing this side of her, the one that isn’t so tightly wound, snapping like a rubber band. maybe it’s the influence of the weed (it’s definitely the influence of the weed) but nat is softer now. lottie likes her in any form, under any influence, but right now she’s really enjoying this nat’s company. 

“you’re also really pretty,” nat tacks on after a beat of something hangs in the air between them. almost as if it’s an afterthought, but said so earnestly with such surprising care that lottie doesn’t think it’s a mindless remark. nat doesn’t make afterthoughts, after all. all her statements are concise, to the point, and sometimes cutting, but they definitely land their mark. 

lottie tries not to let the electricity shooting up her leg show on her face. 

you’re also really pretty you’re also really pretty you’re also really pretty

and just like that, every compliment, every half-assed attempt at flirtation the pathetic wiskayok boys have attempted fall flat in the face of natalie scatorccio and the cigarette between her teeth. 

lottie blushes, turns her head. “guess i could say the same for you, scat,” she snarks, nudging nat’s arm with her knee again. nat bares her teeth in that grin of hers and bats at her thigh. 

“bitch,” nat mutters, showing absolutely no sign of resentment in her big, big, big eyes. 

“thought you said i was a cat?” lottie simpers, voice sticky sweet. nat looks up at her again, eyes glittering with unsaid somethings. she says nothing, though, and lottie lets it pass. 

and before, well, lottie’s always preferred dogs, but maybe she’ll give cats a chance now.

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TPO Waterproof Sheet Extrusion Line

Jwell company adopts the solid roll for combining multilayers, this new technology make the TPO sheet having a good function against wind uncovering.TPO waterproof sheet is a new type of waterproof product, which is produced with thermoplastic polyole-fin plus antioxygen and plastifier and so on, the middle layer is polyester fabric for reinforcement, the surface is laminated with textile fiber and aluminum foil. This kind of TPO waterproof sheet has the features of good weatherproof and suppleness. It is mainly used for house, tunnel, basement architecture and other waterproof fields. Used for different kinds of plastic material, such as PVC, TPO,etc.Being able to produce below sheets: Plastic roll sheet (model: H): without coating with inner reinforced material or outer material. Roll sheet with outer fiber (Model: L): coating with fiber or non-woven fabric. Inner reinforced roll sheet (Model: P): Inner layer coats with polyester mesh. Inner reinforced roll sheet (Model: G): Inner layer coats with glass fiber. Features of TPO waterproof coiled material 1. Ethylene propylene rubber and polypropylene are combined by advanced polymerization technology, which has both excellent weather resistance of ethylene propylene rubber and weldability of polypropylene. 2. The special formulation technology does not need to add any plasticizer that is easy to make the material brittle, does not produce the embrittlement of general hot welded coiled materials (such as PVC) due to the migration of plasticizer, and maintains the long-term waterproof function. 3. Excellent high and low temperature resistance. Like rubber materials, it still maintains flexibility at - 50 ℃ and mechanical strength at higher temperature. 4. Chemical resistance, acid, alkali, salt, animal oil, vegetable oil, lubricating oil corrosion, algae, mold and other microbial growth. 5. It has excellent root puncture resistance and can be used as root puncture resistant coiled material for planting roof. 6. Heat aging resistance and good dimensional stability. 7. The light colored surface dominated by white has smooth surface and high reflectivity, which has energy-saving effect 8. The lap joint is constructed by thermal welding, which can form a high-strength and reliable sealing waterproof layer. 9. The reinforced TPO waterproof coiled material is sandwiched with a layer of polyester fiber fabric in the middle, which provides the coiled material with high tensile performance, high tear strength, fatigue resistance and puncture resistance, and is more suitable for mechanically fixing the roof system. 10. The backing TPO waterproof coiled material is the fabric on the lower surface of the coiled material, which makes the coiled material easier to bond with the base layer. 11. Homogeneous TPO waterproof coiled material has good plasticity and can be processed into various shapes after heating to adapt to the practice of complex nodes Main technical specification Model SJP130/36-SJZ92/188-3400 JWP130/26+JWP130/26-2400 Product structure TPO+(Net)+TPO PVC+(Net)+PVC Products width 3200mm 2200mm Products thickness 0.8-3mm 0.5-3mm Extruder model SJP130/36-SJZ92/188 JWP130/26+JWP130/26 Capacity 1200kg/h 1500kg/h Read the full article

[guttters-fairfax]

Gutter System Cleaning Tips

There are a number of factors to think about when it concerns gutter system clean-up. This includes the charge, safety precautions, as well as when to do the task on your own. There are additionally numerous kinds of tools readily available, which will certainly make the procedure much easier. You need to additionally have an idea of the actions to take and also the time it will take to finish the task. Hire Clean Pro Fairfax

Cost The charge of gutter cleaning deviates depending upon the dimensions of your residence and the sort of rain gutter. For one-story residences, the rate will certainly be lower than for a two-story residence. Multi-story homes can double the cost of gutter system cleaning. For an ordinary house, gutter clean-up can be priced at in between $75 and also $160.

The area of your house also has a primary affect the fee. Gutter system clean-up in cities as well as suburban areas will be much more expensive than in smaller, rural regions since the labor rate is greater. This results from the increased need for the service and also the little supply. Whether your gutter system is very old or inadequately maintained might additionally influence the price. If you're bothered concerning the expense of gutter cleaning, consider additional services that are used by the company.

While it can be more economical to clean up your gutter systems yourself, you have to have particular tools as well as experience to stay clear of injuries. Furthermore, you might be revealed to harmful weather. Bear in mind not to try out to clean up your gutters when it's raining or icy. And ensure to wear safety gloves, which protect you from cuts and also water.

Safety and security preventative measures

Utilizing the ideal safety and security gear is essential when cleaning your rain gutters. This type of work exposes your hands to microorganisms, mold, and also other unsafe pollutants. Make certain to secure them with handwear covers and also eyewear. Wearing handwear covers will certainly also prevent your hands from ending up being inadvertently cut. Natural leather or suede gloves are usually the best choice, though rubber or plastic handwear covers may not safeguard your hands properly.

Correct clothes is additionally important. You must use long-sleeved tee shirts and pants and also use rubber-soled shoes. Putting on handwear covers is necessary despite the climate, specifically if you are cleaning up the gutter systems on a chilly, gusty, or wet day. Thick natural leather or suede handwear covers will certainly secure your hands from cuts as well as from unclean water that can have germs. Likewise, put on eye defense, especially if you plan to clean your rain gutters from a ladder.

Safety preventative measures when gutter clean-up need to consist of a durable ladder, a notice from an entrusted next-door neighbor, as well as putting on handwear covers. If you are utilizing a ladder, make certain you have proper grip and also wear rubber-soled shoes. Ultimately, make certain to wear protective eyeglasses, as debris and other sharp items can create major eye injuries if you are not thorough.

Price of maintenance

Gutter cleaning is an important part of preserving the situation of your home. Without correct gutter system treatment, your residential property can experience significant harm, including foundation problems. Along with costly water damages, unrepaired structure issues can make promoting your home hard. Cleaning your gutters likewise protects against mold and mildew buildup, which can result in respiratory system problems and other health issues. This type of mold can be extremely pricey to get rid of, and the repair work can set you back approximately $40000.

The expense of gutter system cleaning depends upon numerous factors, featuring the size of your residence and also the seriousness of the blockage. It may additionally depend on the added safety and security precautions needed to have by the rain gutter cleaning business. As an example, scaffolds and particular ladders might be required for residences with numerous stories. In addition, a rain gutter cleaning professional may suggest extra services, consisting of eliminating screens and also dealing with repairs. These added services can include one more $100 to $200 to the overall cost.

In addition to cleaning up gutters, rain gutter cleaning services likewise tidy downspouts. While the last is optional, it will increase the sum price of gutter system clean-up. If your rain gutters are seriously obstructed, you may need a downspout installation too, which will add to the price. Also, some gutter cleaning companies charge for travel expenses. The type of devices used by the rain gutter cleaning company will also affect the price of the solution. Some service providers may additionally raise their prices throughout peak times of the year.

When to accomplish it

It is important to clean up your gutters on a regular basis to prevent blockages as well as maintain them in great form. You need to additionally examine the downspouts to make sure that the water is moving away from your residence and far from your structure. If your rain gutters are obstructed, the water will certainly not have the ability to flow appropriately as well as can cause foundation issue.

You should do gutter system cleaning twice a year, if your gutters are loaded with a lot of leaves. The first cleaning must be done throughout the very early autumn so that the leaves and twigs have not collected in your gutters yet. The second cleaning must occur right prior to the temperature levels drop below freezing.

The most effective times to do gutter system clean-up are spring as well as fall. Both periods bring the risk of autumn leaves, which can obstruct rain gutters as well as prevent water from draining. Fall clearance is essential to make sure that your gutter systems stay clear and protected throughout winter season. Or else, standing water might damage the joints of your rain gutters and also trigger your gutter systems to split up.