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[vicky-098]

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[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining helping Gaz upgrade the firewalls on the personal tech of the 141, and accidentally catching glimpses of their search history.

Like, it's not like you're actively trying to look. But the program you're updating has to check all of the websites/servers the 141 has been perusing. If anything is compromised you need to know, Laswell needs to be informed, etc.

Despite his name, Soap's history is bar far the dirtiest and most extensive. His searches consist of pretty much everything that a normal weirdo guy would look up. You're able to ignore most of it but you notice he'd cleared part of his browser data at some point and well...you couldn't help yourself. You check and immediately regret it.

public airsoft fuck

gun tongue fucking

military boot cock stepping

You can't bear to see any more so you delete the rest of his search data for him and move on.

Gaz's search history is surprisingly very normal. You almost snort at how much of a difference it is compared to Soap's. You also come to the realization that he probably already cleared and deleted his history. Then you also realize he probably knows you're looking at everyone's history and probably chose to leave these behind. You feel your face grow hot as you glance down the very short list.

best friends bestfriend blowjob

next door neighbor anal

massage porn

You huff and keep going, next is Price. You breathe a sigh of relief, he only has a couple searches and none of them have demeaning expletives in them. You spare them a passing glance.

Paddling adult film

Thigh high models

You raise a brow. Thigh high models, you could understand, but "paddling"? Like...spanking? With a paddle? You swallow thickly and shake your head. The shibari makes you wince too. Figuring out your Captain was into rope bondage and spanking was too much knowledge for one person.

Shibari classes near me

And, just like you'd expected, Ghost had no search history. You breathe a sigh of relief and do a sweep of the rest of his phone. Nothing. No recently viewed caches, cookies, pictures, or anything. The phone was so well taken care of it might as well have been brand new. You went back to the main browsing page, but before you could close out the app, you notice the page has a bookmark. You open up the bookmark tab and low and behold, there's two links. They look shady but you check them out anyway.

The first one is a cam site. The host of the channel is offline, but judging by their many saved livestreams, they're very active. You decide to turn back, but a very specific thumbnail catches your eye. It's the cammer, but with their mouth stuffed full of a random man's cock. It wouldn't have stopped you in your tracks if a) the man's leg tattoo didn't look so familiar and b) if the cammer didn't look suspiciously like you.

You immediately clear all of the data on the phone, essentially factory resetting it. When Gaz comes back into the tech closet you shove at his chest. He just chuckles and shrugs.

You're never doing this again.

[gh-0-stcup]

Okay, how ridiculous are the comments on food shorts on FB? Literally any time a girl with false nails is making something, half the comments are about how gross she is. For...making food with long nails???

Or the people who tell girls (even without false nails) to wear gloves when they're cooking. If they don't they're disgusting and nobody should ever eat their food. Literal 🤮emojis.

Who in the actual fuck wears gloves to cook at home? How do they think women with false nails eat or feed their families? Gloves and short, polish-free nails are only necessary if you're working in a commercial/industrial environment. Because you're exposed to a wide variety of germs, you're preparing food for a longer period of time, there's a much greater risk of cross contamination and you don't want to endanger the public.

Are there actual people these days who legit put on gloves to cook for themselves in their own homes???

[nigesakis]

The Terror (2018) if it played in a mall

(repost cause i changed my mind)

Fitzjames: employee at Zara. acts like its a luxury store

Francis: office supplies employee or manager of a convenience store

Blanky: outdoor apparell and gear. Jack wolfskin (every german man wearing jack wolfskin looks like blanky)

Silna: barista at a small but popular coffee shop

Goodsir: either drugstore, pharmacy or herbs/tea shop

Hickey: Lush employee. dont ask, theres something sinister in a funny way about them

Tozer, Armitage: you know those small but fancy Sneaker stores? big name brands and you have to tell them your size to get it from the back and they all wear the same shirts. Yeah

Manson, Hartnell: copy shop employees. the copyshop guy from Better Call Saul when Jimmy forged the papers (Manson) and the bank transfer employee Lalo offed (Hartnell). those vibes

Bridgens: bookstore. obviously

Peglar: bakery employee. located opposite of the bookstore, bridgens does his break at the bakery

Sophia: arts & crafts shop

Jopson: Cheesecake Factory/Waffle House. that food chain where the employees fight. he got that personality

Little: GameStop employee. it'll get better, son

Hodgson: brah idk... Apple Store. he got that face

Irving: handing out flyers in the halls

Gore: runs one of those smoothie stands in between the stores where theyre way too motivated

Dundy: Douglas or H&M employee

the Franklins: Home Depot-kinda store but for travels

Collins: phone repairs. theres a certain melancholy in those shops...

McDonald: self-care shop. soaps, herbs, scented candles, massage supplies etc

Stanley: those little, badly-lit and cheap pizza places near the bathrooms (i dont ljke him)

Dave K's modern job list, Prison/Oz list, Summer Camp list

[fixfoxnox]

Makarov x Roach wasn't something exactly in my ships to get obsessed with buuuttt... Reverse au? 141!Makarov x mastermind!Roach

🥺

Reverse au is a very interesting concept and I will take any opportunity to make Roach more feral as well as write him as a little out of it lmao

Warnings: Slight Dub-con

Makarov groaned as he slowly woke up. There was a painful pounding in his head, likely from whatever had smacked him hard enough to knock him out. He brought a hand up, feeling around his head and wincing in pain as he found where he'd been hit.

He brought his hand back down, looking at the red that decorated his fingers. He gave a huff at the sight, shaking his head at himself. He couldn't believe that he let someone get the jump on him. On him! The most paranoid member of his team and someone had managed to sneak up on him.

He pushed himself into a sitting position, observing his surroundings quietly. He was in a house of some sort, a kitchen if the fridge in front of him told him anything. He couldn't help but be a bit confused by his surroundings. He and his team had been infiltrating an American Ultranationalist factory when he'd been hit. There was no reason for him to have found himself anywhere near a house.

He looked over himself, noting that, surprisingly, only his weapons had been taken. He was amazed to find that they'd left him his communicator. He moved his vest so that he could look at it closer, noting with a wince the cracks along the little box and the several missing parts.

It wasn't likely to work, but it didn't stop him from trying. He flipped the switch of it on, wincing at the loud whining noise that filled his ears. He pressed the button to speak, "Price? Gaz? Ghost? Soap? This is Makarov. Come in. Can you hear me?"

"I doubt they can," A voice called out causing Makarov to jump, "I smashed that up pretty good while I was dragging you here."

Makarov's eyes met the maniacal grin of a younger man. He sat on the table in the connecting dining room, kicking his legs underneath him in the way a little kid would. Makarov recognized him immediately, dread pooling in his chest.

"You're-" He cut himself off with wide eyes.

The other man gave him a fake pout before pushing himself from the table, "I'm-" he mimicked his tone of voice before giving a little giggle at his words. "I'm, I'm," he mimicked again. He continued closer toward him and Makarov could see the knife that was hanging from his belt. Finally, he came to a stop in front of him, crouching down to his level and holding a hand out with a grin, "Gary Sanderson. Friends call me Roach. You call me Roach."

Makarov stared at his hand, completely dumbfounded. The head of the American Ultranationalist party, Gary Sanderson, was holding his hand out for him to shake. The very unstable man that Makarov and his team had been hunting for years was now telling him to call him by a nickname? "We're friends?" Makarov said rather dumbly. It was the first thing that had managed to come to his mind.

Roach didn't seem to mind. Instead, he stood up again, a grin fixed on his face as he looked down at him, "Well I hope so! I didn't kidnap you not to be friends!"

Makarov continued looking up at him, dumbfounded. He'd understood that the man across from him was unhinged. He'd heard enough about it in the team's briefings, but he hadn't realized how unhinged he was. "What?"

Roach turned away from him briefly, walking around the island that rested in the middle of the kitchen and over toward the refrigerator. He opened it, digging through it as he spoke, "I've been watching you for a really long time. Your whole team really, but you, in particular, caught my interest."

"I don't understand," Makarov managed to mutter out as he watched Roach turn away from the fridge, a small bowl of cherries held in his hand. He watched as the man bumped the door to the fridge closed with his hip before popping one of the cherries into his mouth.

"Do you like cherries?" he asked as he stepped back toward him, "I love cherries." The words were said in an almost moaned-out way. The noise made Makarov's body heat up slightly. He had no idea what was happening.

"Cherries are fine," He answered, his voice high, "But-"

"Oooo!" Roach gave him a mischievous grin, "You want to see a trick?" Makarov didn't have time to respond before he was watching Roach pop a cherry stem into his mouth. A moment later and he poked his tongue out, the stem tied into a perfect knot.

"That's," Makarov shook his head, "Impressive. Listen-"

"Thank you!" Roach spit the stem out onto the floor, discarding the bowl of cherries onto one of the counters before walking back toward him. Before Makarov could even move, Roach was on him, dropping down to straddle his lap and wrap his arms around his throat. He blushed bright red at the contact. "I've heard that people find it alluring when you can do that." He gave Makarov a grin before pressing his finger gently against his nose similar to the way Makarov's mother had done to him as a child, "I learned it just for you!"

"I," Makarov tried not to let how nervous the man was making him show on his face. He was sure that he failed, "I really don't understand. I caught your attention?"

"Yes!" Roach pressed closer to him, nuzzling against his neck like a housecat. Makarov jumped when he felt the man press a light kiss just beneath his ear.

"Wha-why?" He placed his hands on the man's hips trying to put a little bit of distance between them.

Roach pulled back to grin at him, "Because you're cute! Why else?" He leaned forward to place a small peck on his lips. He separated from him only as far as he would need to be able to speak, that grin still fixed on his face as he added, "And now you're mine! Isn't that fun?" He kissed him again.

[the-bar-sinister]

A Song for Ragpickers and Urchins (5825 words) by VickytheSnake, Dave Strider Chapters: 2/5 Summary: When a small-time band of young rogues and thieves take in a lost and lonely fallen noble their twisted star finally begins to rise. Urchins, vagabonds and slaves take up a scoundrel's life under a common banner— the jolly roger Donquixote— to claw their way to something like happiness in the miserable, cold-hearted factory towns of the North Blue.

catch up here

-

Life on a fishing vessel was probably miserable even if you'd theoretically signed up for it. The quarters were cramped and uncomfortable, the food was bad, the work began before daybreak and ended after sundown. It was backbreaking labor, and it smelled. It smelled constantly. 

And Vergo hadn't even signed up for it.

Vergo was nine years old, going on ten. 

The ‘orphanage’ he’d spent only a few years in before they decided to put him to work had all but sold him to the fishing vessel. He was a strong kid, they’d said to the captain. He must have agreed because next thing Vergo knew he’d been shipped out with nothing but the clothes on his back as he was thrust into a life of fish guts and brine. 

He and the other kid who'd been dragged along— a boy somehow already both taller and wider than Vergo despite being a whole year younger— had been put to all the fiddly, uncomfortable, and disgusting tasks that were easier for small hands than for large. But that didn't mean that they weren't also put to grueling tasks of strength or endurance as well, and that wasn't even considering the beatings.

Now, six months later was the first time since leaving the orphanage that Vergo had been near land. Three days in port where the bo'sun had put him to work cleaning the belly of the ship, seemingly intent that he wouldn't even lay eyes on the port where they were docked.

Vergo stared down at the suds left behind as he pushed the dampened, stiff-bristled mop brush across the floor of the ship with the frustrated intensity of a boy desperate to be anywhere but here. His dark eyes glared daggers at the dirty old wood as he scrubbed harder.

“Wonder if we’ll get to see it at all,” he muttered half under his breath. 

"They think we'll try to escape," Darger murmured. Vergo hadn't heard the other boy approach, but now found him lingering behind him, scrub brush and bucket in hand. The tanned skin of his arms was pale up to his elbows and marked here and there with blisters from the caustic soaps.

Darger had always been quiet, even back at the orphanage. Unlike some of the other boys, Vergo had never been one to give him shit about it– he understood more than most people exactly how important staying quiet could be.

Anyone who’d felt the heavy hand of the bo’sun, or the orphanage’s madame would know that.

He looked down at his own arms, flecked with much of the same damage as his, and frowned.

“Sometimes I think we should try, Darger.” 

Darger got down on his knees and started scrubbing the grimy corner of the hull near Vergo's feet. He shook his head. "Too many of them. Another beating."

On the first day they'd been brought onto the ship, Darger had tried to make an escape. He'd gotten through three full grown men before they'd restrained him. Vergo had heard the captain tell him he was lucky they put him to work instead of just throwing him overboard.

Vergo’s attempt a month or so later didn’t go any better. It was hopeless to even try. His brow furrowed as he stepped over Darger and leaned against his brush. “You need power to get through guys like that.” 

"Yeah." 

Darger didn't say anything more after that, just cleaning and scrubbing quietly as if a dark cloud hung over his head. Vergo couldn’t blame him— there was something hopeless about the belly of this ship, trapped among the smell of fish and the brutal fishermen, that sapped your will away.

He scrubbed a little harder as more caustic soap splattered his hands. 

Misery and the smell of fish hung in the air for who knew how long. But at some point, Vergo noticed something was wrong. There was a strange sound. 

Fishermen up on deck were shouting.

That wasn't strange. But what was strange was how they were shouting. Like there was a commotion. Vergo had only rarely heard a cacophony of voices like this— once when a brawl had broken out on deck, and another time when one of the fishermen had fallen into the sea.

Given the fact that they were docked, it couldn’t have been someone fallen into the sea— though for a moment, Vergo's thoughts hitched and stuttered. Ever since a particularly brutal hit from the captain, sometimes his thoughts drifted away. Sometimes he forgot key details, or found himself down long winding trains of thought that inevitably took him out of the moment.

In this case, in this moment— he snapped his head up. “Someone should tell the captain to stop the ship. I think someone’s fallen off.” 

"Huh?" Darger stopped mud scrub and looked up at him with large, uncomprehending eyes. "We're in port though."

“....We’re in port?” Vergo blinked owlishly at him. 

"Y-yeah. Remember? We were talking about trying to escape?" he reminded softly. 

His voice was almost drowned out by the sound of the yelling getting louder. Some of it had turned to screaming, and the boat rocked in an unfamiliar way.

“Oh yeah...” Vergo rocked with the boat, and nearly hit his head against the wall of it as he caught his balance. He looked around. “Oh! Yeah!! ..are we under attack?”

Darger grabbed tightly to the handle of his brush. "What should we do, Vergo?"

The shouting and screaming had almost abruptly it stopped.

It was replaced by the sound of boot-steps on the stairs coming down into the below decks.

“I guess we got two choices.” Vergo rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Die, or see if we can beat these guys up enough to make a break for it.” 

"Right." Darger nodded, and gripped his soap brush. "Let's not die."

Someone was whistling. "Do I hear somebody back here?"

The voice was unfamiliar. A little musical.

Vergo saw Darger's eyes narrow and his nostrils flare. Like the day he'd taken his shot for freedom.

Vergo lifted his mop by the shaft, tucking one end under his arm and gripping the middle like it were a proper weapon as he nodded to Darger. “Go for the lower bits.” he murmured, “that’s the weak point.”

Darger nodded silently, and they both saw the shadow that crept over the wall as the figure came down the narrow ship's corridor.

The figure turned and came into view– a tall and rather gaunt man with a narrow face and a cheerful hat.

He seemed surprised to see them. "Uh."

And that’s when Vergo swung for his nuts with the end of his staff. The universal weak point among men. 

"Whoa!" 

For a second Vergo thought he'd connected— but something felt wrong. Instead of the man going limp, the scrub brush he was using as a staff went limp instead.

While he was grappling with that, a lot of things also happened at once. Darger was charging like a bull, even as the ground beneath their feet was starting to undulate like a snake.

And someone else was coming down the stairs.

"Hey, hey what the hell, Dia? Is somebody down here?"

Vergo stumbled on the rippling ground— and instead went to slap the floppy mop across the man’s face.

“I’m not gonna die like this! We’re gonna escape, right Darger??” 

Darger said nothing– instead hurling himself directly at the man's knees despite the wobbling floor. 

Now the man went down— growling and swearing— and Darger exclaimed. "Get him, Vergo!"

"Whoa, whoa!"

Something started to flood the corridor around Vergo's ankles.

It was probably seawater, if the ship was falling apart it made sense. He tried to rush forward and slap the limp makeshift staff across the man’s face again as a distraction.

Unfortunately, the 'seawater' seemed to be sticking him to the floor. He couldn't move.

"Damn it, Tre! You're gonna fucking drown me!" The first man swore.

"Hey, ease up. What the hell is going on?" The man who had thus far only been heard moved into view at the back of the corridor. From the ground, Vergo mostly could only see the ankles of his black boots and the hem of his heavy coat. "Dia, are those kids?"

"Yeah, kids who fucking attacked me!"

Vergo hissed softly through his teeth. “We weren’t just gonna roll over and die!” 

Out of the corner of his eye he could just about see Darger thrashing in whatever muck was sticking him to the floor too.

The boots came forward, and the man leaned down just out of reach of Vergo's arms, stuck as they might be. He proved himself to be a soft faced man in a pair of pince-nez glasses.

"Hey, kid, hey nobody's going to kill you. What the hell are you doing on this ship?"

"Don't promise anything, Tre. I might kill 'em," the other man snapped. "Can you let me up now?"

"Not if you're going to make threats, Dia."

Vergo looked up at him, his face half stuck to the goop as he shifted and tried to stand despite it.

“They bought us from the orphanage. We’re…” he muttered. “We work here.” 

"Orphans." Tre's soft face went hard, and he bent down further toward Vergo. "You're slaves, then."

"Oh no," Dia murmured, once again trying to pull himself up. "Tre, I know that tone."

Vergo twitched in the goop, looking up at him with a defiant stare. His dark eyes struggled to focus for a moment, another issue he’d started to have since the blow to his head. “...if you’re gonna hurt us, let Darger go. I can take it.” 

"Vergo…" Darger struggled in the muck. "I can take 'em."

"Hey, hey, we're not going to hurt you, kid, we're the good guys here!" Tre inisted. "You don't want to be on this ship, right? Easy, we just took care of everybody on board. Right, Dia?"

"I mean, yeah, we did. Look, we came here to rob the place, not to kill kids, alright?"

Vergo stared at them from the muck, his brow furrowing. “...Darger? We’re not a treasure ship, are we? Did I forget that?” 

"No, we're not," Darger said softly. He glared up at their captor. "Are you pirates?"

"Not exactly, not exactly," Trebol murmured. He waved a hand, and Dia finally sat up. Vergo and Darger unfortunately remained stuck. "We're more like gentlemen of fortune. Until recently, I was a slave like you."

"We're thieves," Dia said plainly, tugging on his coat. It rippled as if in a phantom breeze and traces of goop fell off of it.

Vergo blinked dazedly at him. 

“A slave too? Just like us.” He frowned for a moment before he spoke up again. “You thief guys chose a bad ship. This is a fisherman’s vessel. Are you looking to steal fish?” 

"See, Trebol?" Dia gestured at his partner. "Nobody robs a fishing vessel."

"And I told you it's a rich fishing vessel," Trebol said, standing up again, hands on his hips. "If you kids show us where the captain's quarters are, we'll get you out of here, and get you something for your trouble. How does that sound?"

Darger struggled to catch Vergo's eye.

Vergo looked over to meet his eyes as best he could, before he flashed a broad smile. “Sure! Just let us out and we’ll lead the way— but if you try and chain us up again after…”

"Hey, hey, no need for that, right Dia? I don't believe in chaining people up."

"He really doesn't," Dia grumbled. "You're safe with us."

-

The men– Trebol and Diamante– turned out to be as good as their word. They stole a large metal chest from beneath the desk in the captain's room, and then hurried up on deck where Vergo was treated to the sight of more than a dozen crewmen submerged and unmoving in the same thick, sticky substance which had held him down briefly in the hull.

"Are they dead?" Darger asked softly as they passed the captain, face down and identifiable only by his spurred boots.

"Well," Trebol murmured, noncommittally.

"Yeah." Diamante shrugged.

The spurs of those boots had bitten both Darger and Vergo more times than it was possible to count.

Vergo paused for a moment over the dead captain, squinting against the too-harsh light that sent his vision fussy and painful— before his face lit up in a vicious smile and he kicked the mostly-sunken back of his head as hard as he could. 

“That’s for hittin’ me! For for beatin the shit out of Darger! And for being a prick!” He punctuated each exclamation with another kick to the dead man’s skull.

Darger's eyes widened a little– and then he got in a kick of his own.

Trebol looked on with a rather satisfied smile. "Good riddance, eh? But come on, come on, we don't want the patrols to catch us."

Diamante was already making ready one of the rowboats on the harbor side of the ship.

Vergo hissed one more time, before he held his hand over his eyes with a big grin. “...come on? You’re not just gonna go?” 

"And let them catch you, eh?" Trebol said. "Throw you on another ship or worse– maybe you get arrested. Or drafted. Come on! Don't you want your freedom? I said we'd get you out of here."

Darger looked at Vergo. "I like the sound of that."

Vergo looked back at him under the shade of his hand, and nodded slowly. 

“You know…I think I do too, Dar…don’t think we’ve had it before, right?” 

-

Maybe it was sad that after they escaped rowing halfway around the island to Trebol and Diamante's little ship, that Vergo was eating the best and largest meal of his life. 

At the table in the little cabin, he and Darger had been given bread that was almost fresh, large slices of cheese and preserved meat, and a whole bowl of fresh fruit.

In the corner Diamante and Trebol were murmuring back and forth.

"They're kids, Tre."

"They're strong. The big one rowed us halfway here after you complained about your arms getting tired."

It was a spread for a king, or— at least what Vergo imagined a king might eat. Either way he tucked in without hesitation, until he looked up , a bit of preserved beef stuck to his face as he watched them talk.

“Darger’s one of the strongest kids I know.” 

Darger looked up with wide eyes. "Me? I guess I'm pretty strong. You're strong too, Vergo…"

Diamante glanced their way with a sigh, and waved his hand. "Fine, Tre, go ahead."

Trebol grinned a wide, toothy grin as he bustled over to the table, pressing his hands against the edge of it.

"Dia and I were thinking, if you wanted, you two could stick with us."

Vergo tilted his head to the side, beef still stuck to his cheek even as he put his finger to his temple to size them up. 

“You guys are thieves, right?” They’d already said that…at least he was pretty sure. 

"That's right, that's right," Trebol said. He grabbed a napkin, and carefully peeled the bit of stuck on debris from Vergo's face. "It's a hard world out there. The only way to succeed is steal from the rich, right?"

"The rich definitely have more to take from," Diamante drawled. "Not really much point in stealing from the poor. The bigwigs at the top are already squeezing us for all we've got."

"That's right, that's right," Trebol nodded.

Vergo nodded slowly and thoughtfully, giving Trebol a smile. 

“They do have a lot. I remember back at the orphanage the madam had a safe with all sorts of treasures in it. Mostly gold!” He closed his eyes. “That does sound…better than working on a fisherman’s ship…"

"It sounds a lot better," Darger murmured in agreement..

Trebol clapped his hands together. "It is a lot better. I know from experience it's at least better than being chained to a desk all day."

Diamante shook his head and wandered by the table where Vergo heard the nearby crunch of fruit. "These kids are going to eat so fucking much, Tre."

-

A few days later Vergo wasn't sure if they were still on the same island that the fishing ship had been docked at or if they'd sailed to another island while he hadn't been paying attention. Either way, Trebol had him bustling through the street alongside him on a task Vergo was pretty sure involved peeking glances at shop ledgers.

"Hey, hey Vergo, I've noticed you've been squinting a lot," Trebol said, as they made their way down the busy, shop lined street.

Vergo looked up at him, but the sunlight looming above lanced through him like a shot and he quickly lowered his eyes with a squint and a nod. 

“Sorry sir.” He waved his hand over his eyes. “Ever since the old captain took a bottle to my head I haven’t been able to see so good. The light’s too bright and sometimes it’s real fuzzy.” 

Vergo felt Trebol grip his shoulder. "The bastard. He hit you on the head, did he? Might have knocked something a little loose in there. Wish I could drown him again just for that."

Vergo nodded as he squinted up at him.

“Yeah, he hit me real hard. But I ain’t dead, so it can’t be that bad, right? I think.” He put his hand to his chin. “...when you say knocked loose…does that mean there’s something rattling around in there?” 

"Maybe, maybe," he murmured. Vergo watched him take the little dark glasses off his nose, and he handed them toward him. "Here. Look through these— does that make it easier?"

Vergo peered through them. They cut out the light— honestly, enough that it stopped bringing tears to his eyes at almost any moment. But on top of that, some of the fuzzier details almost swam into focus.

“Yeah, it does…it’s still kinda fuzzy but it doesn’t hurt anymore.” 

"I thought so," Trebol nodded. "Alright, let's get you some glasses before we go to work."

-

"You look really cool," Darger said quietly when Vergo came back to the little room that they'd rented as a hideout.

It was kind of weird to be seeing everything in sharp clarity again. With the tinted lenses, the light no longer felt like a knife through his head, and with the fancy ‘pre-scribe son’ lenses Trebol had insisted on, it was almost like it was before the incident.

He grinned at his friend, pushing his glasses up with his finger, the oval lenses catching the light. “You think so? They’re pre-scribe son” 

"Pre-scribe son," Darger mouthed back. He seemed to think about it for a moment, and then he nodded. "They look good for pre-scribed."

Trebol looked over from where he was talking with Diamante in the corner of the room. "It's prescription, boys. It means it's from a doctor."

“....but didn’t the doctor make them after he scribed a bunch of stuff down?” Vergo asked.

"Well, yes," Trebol admitted. He seemed a bit perturbed. "But that would make them post scribed."

Diamante laughed and shook his head. "Can we forget the glasses? They do look good, Vergo. But we were talking about robbing a jewelry store before we get out of town."

"Jewelry's pretty," Darger murmured.

“Thanks Dia!” Vergo grinned as he pushed up his glasses again “I saw a pretty nice one while we were walking. The led…Leader. It had a lot of entries on it, I think it got a big shipment, yeah?” 

"Exactly." Trebol grinned. "And with the money we get from taking it, I have some ideas."

-

The life of a thief was definitely better than being captive on a fishing boat. The food was better. Vergo got to sleep in. Diamante was teaching him how to use a sword, and he even got to practice on people.

The more he practiced, the better he got. That was the way of it, right? Everyone always said that practice made perfect. But did that mean that perfect made practice?

His thoughts drifted down another passageway before he corralled it back into something sensible.

Life as a thief was so much better than being captive on a fishing boat. The foo– the looping thought stopped with effort. 

He’d been getting a lot of practice on people and dummies alike— and especially dumb people. Somewhere along the line he figured out a trick, some strange buzz inside himself that when he tapped into it; his sword hit twice as hard, and the return blows didn’t hurt half as much.

It made fighting really fun. The only time it wasn’t fun was when someone broke or knocked away his glasses, which just made him really mad. 

At some point Trebol had noticed Vergo's 'trick' and told him that it was something called 'haki'. After that they'd stolen some books– presumably about the subject– and Trebol was giving him tips on how to improve.

All the while they must have been getting richer. The food was nicer. The clothes were nicer. Diamante's new sword had jewels in it, and Darger had been allowed to keep some of the bracelets that came from the next jewelry store that they'd robbed.

And besides haki, Vergo had learned the secret behind the strange powers that Trebol and Diamante had. Something called devil fruits, which Trebol now had them sailing island to island looking for.

For the first time in his entire life Vergo felt like life was going well. Haki was surprisingly easy to pick up and mess around with, and he was getting better every day with Trebol’s help, and Darger looked happy with his shining bracelets.

But Vergo was interested in their quarry. 

“What are you guys gonna do with the devil fruits when you find them?” he’d asked Trebol. 

"Oh people will pay a lot of money for them," Trebol explained with a grin. "More than they'll pay for gold or jewels. But I was thinking it might be good to have a few more talents in the gang– if we find some good ones anyway. Hey, did you know there's a whole encyclopedia for identifying them?"

Vergo rubbed his chin in the attempt to look as smart as Trebol. 

“Hmmm…I did, I did know that.” He did not, as a matter of fact, so he continued. “But Darger didn’t. So you should tell me about it anyway.” 

Trebol was more than happy to talk about it at length. Vergo even remembered some of it later.

[gachagon]

Today was my sisters birthday so we went to The Color Factory! Which is like this immersive art place where each room is a different interactive exhibit that features a color. It was pretty fun over all, and I really enjoyed myself! The first room was a confetti room which was super fun. You could lay down and throw confetti everywhere.

I took a lot of photos of just kicking the confetti with my shoes. And there were some fake plastic flowers but I'm not sure what they added to exhibit other than just looking kind of pretty.

We also had to enter through this long multicolored corridor which was pretty trippy I took a lot of photos of my sister and her friends. This experience while colorful was also kind of dark because a lot of the rooms are either just pitch black or incredibly dimly lit so that you can focus on one singular color.

Side note it looks like we're walking in a bright orange haze in this photo and tbh that's what it felt like as well. After this room was one of my favorite rooms, the "Silent Dancing" room. It was also very purple and pretty cool to just hang out and take photos.

There was a disco floor which reflected all the disco balls above us and because of the neon purple lighting it really just made a cool effect on the ground. I really liked the way my outfit looked in this room lol so I took a lot of photos of myself and my sister.

There was a pink room but imo it was the most disappointing since you put these glasses on to make the whole room look pink (it's like looking through "rose colored glasses" essentially) but it's not the lightest pink color and is very reminiscent of shrimp or flamingos. So I didn't take a lot of photos here.

Lastly, we went into this ballpit and oh my lord I feared for my life several times while I was in that ballpit. I thought I would meet god on the bottom of a carpeted art house ball pool, but luckily my sister was there to pull me out (she was taller then me) for fear of losing my phone I didn't take it with me while I was in there. But even this image alone shows how terrifying and liminal it was. I did have a lot of phone in it however!

All in all, a wonderful experience. If there is a color factory near you, perhaps you should also go give it a visit I enjoyed myself. My only gripe is that it's expensive to get in there, and then all of the gift shop stuff is super expensive for no reason (20 dollars for a little truck with a cupcake ontop of it and 30 for a kids t-shirt???? no thanks) I brought some snacks anyways and they gave us snacks while we explored the Color factory.

However, a lot of the snacks were just plain nasty tasting. I brought a 5 dollar soda that was supposed to taste like "coconut" that was really like drinking a bottle of perfume. They gave us Macarons at the start of the exhibit, and they were also nasty. Imagine biting into a bar of fragrant strawberry scented soap. That's what it tasted like.

The only really tasty food that the Color factory had was their chocolate bar I got the salted caramel which is true to its name. It was very delicious and even my dad kept going back for more lol. And their Saltwater taffy which had different flavors. I had chocolate, vanilla, caramel, and some other fruity flavors that were super good (i had to chew a lot though.)

And at the end of the exhibit they gave everyone a little ice cream. You could pick between two flavors "Lavender or Deep Space" (they're both coconut flavored but one has a fruity taste and the other is a chocolatey one).

The lavender ice cream was the best thing I had there. Too bad it was small and tiny and not something I could just buy a regular cone of :(

[blubushie]

ignore that weirdass ask psychoanalysis shit wtf. tell me about your rifle because i used to go fuckin batshit insane over weapon stuff when i was like 13 and have mediocre aim with an air rifle because i went bonkers each time there was that stupid shooting attraction somewhere

- the violent 🧀 anon

Damn cheeseanon, getting excited over guns?

You're in luck because my rifle is one of my favourite subjects to talk about.

1948 Winchester Model 70 chambered in .30-06.

5+1 capacity.

Right-hand bolt despite the fact I'm left-handed. One of these days I'm going to get her a custom alteration so that I can fire her left-handed because reaching over the stock to cycle the bolt with my left hand after every shot is such a pain in the arse. Still love her though.

10cm eye relief. Zeroed practically out of the box. Her scope is a German Hensoldt Wetzlar Dialytan my grandfather scored off a German DM in WW2 (yes this shit's been running in my family for 3 generations).

Have you ever seen a Model 70? They're beautiful.

Beautiful Claro walnut from California. A touch of the place I was born wherever I go. When she's washed she shines just like that picture.

Kicks like a mule and I love her for it. At the end of the day my breast is sore. I have a permanent subcutaneous callous on my pectoralis major muscle that you can't see but you can definitely feel under the skin when you touch it. The muscle there is hardened. When I first started using her professionally, at the end of my first month out in the bush I was so purple I looked like I was hit by a truck. I love her.

Yes, I call her her. My rifle is my steadfast companion in the bush. She goes everywhere with me, even when I don't bring Misty. She's my confidant and my first line of defence. She just feels female to me, the same way Matilda does. I can't explain it. Weirdly most of my knives including my KA-BAR plus my revolver feel male.

She doesn't have a name because only pretentious cunts name weapons. She's just "my rifle." Never the rifle. Always my rifle. Pretentious cunts name weapons but I am a pretentious cunt, her name is Winnie.

She weighs 5.68kg with her scope and 4.35kg without it. Her bolt weighs 435g. She's 114cm from muzzle to butt.

It costs $400,000 to fire this weapon for twelve seconds. Really, though, 20 rounds costs me somewhere in the ballpark of $75. In a month I'll expend about $150 just on ammunition. I usually buy Hornady Superformance. At long-distance I use 168-grain rounds as they're heavy enough to maintain their stopping power at long distances without having too much drop from excessive weight and are extremely accurate, at short-distance I use 165gr and mark the cartridge with marker so I know which are which. Only the best for my little princess, so I take apart the rounds I buy with a kinetic puller and then I weigh out the gunpowder and reload the cartridge by hand. Handloading gives me more accurate rounds and I'll never go back to using factory ammunition.

My rifle is cleaned every night and I can't sleep unless I've cleaned her. It's my way of putting her to bed. Every Sunday after dinner I set her up on my cleaning stand at the table and give her an extensive cleaning, clean her scope, and give her stock a good wiping with soap and water. Afterwards I give her a quick coat of furniture polish. She comes out looking brand new. Not bad for a 71-year-old!

Practice, practice, practice. I don't care if it's shooting tinnies out in the bush (I always pick up my rubbish), I'm always practicing to stay at the top of my game. If you're driving through the Northern Territory near Jabiru on the way to Kakadu, take the first turn on the left until you reach a back road that forks. Make a right. When you see bullet holes in a roadsign there's a 50/50 chance I'm the source of it. The other side of that 50% coin is my mate Jack. Sorry, DIPL, but that road's flooded for nine months out of the year and no one drives it the other three months.

By Australian law I have to have a secure location to store her. I don't have that in Matilda, so instead she's kept in a discreet case with a pair of combination locks. Because of this case when I'm travelling with my rifle people often mistake me for a musician. The most common assumption is clarinet, bassoon, (rarely) trombone, and the saxophone.

She's the rifle I once used to kill two kangaroos with one bullet.

I love her.

[altamereplanotx]

Paint Protection Film For Car Near Plano Texas

Paint Protection Film For Car Near Plano, Texas

You can keep your car's paint looking newer and longer with a PPF (paint protection film) installation. This clear layer protects against environmental hazards, minor abrasions and self-healing scratches. A professional will decontaminate the surface of your vehicle before installing paint protection film. They can either use precut or bulk film, both of which require careful placement.

Self-healing

Paint protection film is a clear protective barrier that shields your vehicle from rocks, gravel, bird droppings, road debris and other elements.

Its advanced elastomeric polymers prevent scratching, hazing and discoloration. It also self-heals minor scratches and swirl marks. It is an excellent choice for drivers who drive their vehicles often or for extended periods of time. If you choose the right PPF with self-healing, your car will look like it’s brand new even after long drives. However, not all PPFs are created equal. Some brands use less expensive materials that may not be as thick, which can impact the quality of the product. Look for a high-quality product that is backed by a warranty and is properly installed. The best self-healing PPFs are made with a special TPU material that reacts to heat. When the film is scratched, it shows visible damage but once exposed to mild heat (sunlight or a heated gun), it “rearranges” on a molecular level to dissipate the scratches.

Long-lasting

Paint protection film (PPF) protects your car’s exterior from damage caused by road debris and enables the paint to maintain its original color and shine. It also resists UV rays, preventing the formation of cracking and fading. This feature helps your car to look new for longer, and it also improves its resale value. PPF is also designed to repel dust and dirt, making it easier to clean your vehicle. This will help you save on frequent washing and waxing sessions, which can reduce your car maintenance costs. Another benefit of PPF is that it can be topped with ceramic coating for an extra boost of protection. However, it is important to get all necessary paint correction and body work steps knocked out before having the PPF applied. This will ensure that the product is properly bonded to the paint and lasts long. It is also recommended to apply PPF on a clean and dry surface.

Easy to install

If you are looking for an easy way to protect your car, look no further than PPF. It’s long-lasting, durable, and comes with a warranty. It’s also incredibly easy to clean and maintain. You can simply wash it with mild soap and water. Moreover, PPF is safe to use on clear coats. In addition to protecting the paint of your car from road debris, PPF will prevent scuff marks and scratches. It can even help you save money by eliminating the need for body work and repainting. In addition, it will increase the resale value of your vehicle. XPEL Ultimate is a clear bra film that protects your vehicle’s paint from rocks, bugs, and other road debris. It also features self-healing properties and a factory 10 year warranty. It’s also more affordable than Llumar and Suntek. It also offers hydrophobic protection and can be topped with ceramic coating. Unlike vinyl wraps, it does not require stretching or a heat gun to install.

Affordable

Unlike most other car care products that need to be applied frequently, PPF offers a one-time application and lasting protection. It also reduces maintenance costs by minimizing the need for touch-ups. However, it is important to choose a trusted installer who will provide the highest quality. Besides physical damage, paint protection film also protects the vehicle from bird droppings, acid rain, and chemicals that are common on the road. These substances can cause rust and corrosion if left untreated. Having paint protection film installed can prevent these problems and increase the car’s resale value. Another benefit of PPF is that it is nearly invisible and can be customized to fit the needs of the customer. It can also be topped with a ceramic coating, which enhances the look of the vehicle. This is important because the appearance of your car is an important factor in resale value. It is also easier to clean than traditional paint, and it can even repel dust. Read the full article

[shinepanelcareaustralia]

Ultimate Guide to Domestic Solar Panel Cleaning: Maximize Efficiency & Lifespan

As domestic solar panel systems grow in popularity across households, the importance of solar panel maintenance becomes crucial. Ensuring that panels are regularly cleaned and maintained not only extends their lifespan but significantly enhances energy output. Proper domestic solar panel cleaning keeps panels free of dirt, dust, bird droppings, and pollutants that obstruct sunlight. In this comprehensive guide, learn about the benefits of cleaning your solar panels, the right cleaning methods, and why working with a trusted provider, such as Shine Panel Care in Brisbane, makes a world of difference.

Why Domestic Solar Panel Cleaning Matters

Keeping solar panels clean allows them to capture the maximum amount of sunlight, translating directly into energy efficiency and cost savings. Dust and debris buildup can reduce energy output by as much as 20-25%. Clean panels also help homeowners reap the most from their initial investment by extending panel lifespan and reducing the need for repairs.

Key Benefits of Regular Solar Panel Cleaning

Maximized Energy Production: Clean panels capture more sunlight, optimizing energy generation.

Extended Panel Life: Dirt and residue accumulation can cause minor scratches or even damage panels over time.

Enhanced ROI: Regular cleaning ensures your panels perform at their best, maximizing your return on investment.

Reduced Risk of System Damage: Dirt and bird droppings left on panels for long periods can corrode or damage surfaces, causing costly repairs.

How Often Should Solar Panels Be Cleaned?

For most homes, bi-annual cleaning is recommended, ideally during spring and autumn, as these seasons tend to have fluctuating weather that can affect panel cleanliness. However, homes near construction sites, factories, or those in dusty or bird-heavy areas may require quarterly cleanings to maintain optimal performance.

Signs Your Solar Panels Need Cleaning

Visible Dirt or Stains: If you notice layers of dust, bird droppings, or grime, it’s time to clean.

Lower Energy Output: A dip in energy generation, especially on sunny days, may indicate the need for cleaning.

Unusual Staining or Marks: Persistent stains or marks can lead to permanent damage, so it’s best to clean panels at the first sign of buildup.

How to Clean Solar Panels Safely

Cleaning solar panels can be simple, but it requires careful attention to prevent damage. Here are steps for safe and effective cleaning:

Step 1: Gather Necessary Supplies

The best tools include a soft brush, a squeegee, and a bucket filled with mild, soapy water. Avoid harsh chemicals and abrasive cleaning materials, as they can scratch or harm the surface of your panels.

Step 2: Choose the Right Time

Cleaning panels during early morning or late afternoon minimizes the risk of temperature shock that can occur if panels are sprayed with cool water on a hot day.

Step 3: Rinse with Clean Water

Start by rinsing the panels with a garden hose. Avoid high-pressure sprays as these can damage the panel surface or dislodge wiring.

Step 4: Use a Soft Brush

A soft brush or squeegee works best. Gently scrub to remove any persistent dirt, bird droppings, or stains without damaging the glass surface.

Step 5: Final Rinse

After scrubbing, give the panels one final rinse to remove any remaining soap. Let the panels air-dry or wipe them with a lint-free cloth to prevent streaks.

When to Avoid DIY Cleaning

It’s always important to prioritize safety. If your panels are hard to reach or installed at an angle, consider hiring professional cleaners like Shine Panel Care, Brisbane’s leading domestic solar panel cleaning experts. Professional cleaners use specialized tools and have the training to clean panels safely and effectively.

The Importance of Using Purified Water for Solar Panel Cleaning

Purified or demineralized water is ideal because it minimizes streaking and reduces mineral buildup. Hard water can leave behind residues that reduce the effectiveness of solar panels over time. Shine Panel Care uses only purified water, ensuring panels stay clear and efficient for longer.

Common Mistakes in Domestic Solar Panel Cleaning

Avoiding these mistakes can help protect your panels and keep them functioning at optimal levels:

Using High-Pressure Hoses: While tempting for fast cleaning, high-pressure hoses can cause cracking or loosen panel connections.

Using Abrasive Materials: Abrasive sponges, harsh chemicals, or abrasive brushes can scratch the panel’s surface.

Cleaning in Direct Sunlight: When panels are hot, water evaporates quickly, leading to streaks and potential cracking due to temperature shocks.

Neglecting Hard-to-Reach Areas: Professional cleaners ensure every part of the panel is cleaned, which is essential for consistent energy output.

How Shine Panel Care Elevates Domestic Solar Panel Cleaning in Brisbane

Choosing professional cleaning services not only saves time but ensures the highest quality care for your panels. Shine Panel Care offers Brisbane residents a top-tier service with trained technicians, advanced tools, and a commitment to safety and efficiency.

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Eco-Friendly Cleaning Solutions: We use only purified water and environmentally safe cleaning solutions, ensuring no residue or chemical buildup.

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Efficient and Thorough Service: From hard-to-reach areas to angled surfaces, Shine Panel Care cleans every part of your panels.

Protective Maintenance Plans: Regular cleaning and maintenance plans ensure that your panels stay in optimal condition year-round, saving you money on repairs and maximizing energy output.

Contact Shine Panel Care Today

For Brisbane homeowners, Shine Panel Care provides unparalleled domestic solar panel cleaning services that safeguard your investment and optimize panel performance. Book your cleaning today to experience the difference professional care makes.

[cororidseo]

The Advantages of Using Alcohol-Based Hand Rub Across Sectors

In today's world, maintaining hygiene is paramount. With the rise of infectious diseases, the importance of using effective disinfectants cannot be overstated. Hand hygiene is crucial for preventing the spread of infections and diseases, as it removes harmful pathogens. Regular handwashing significantly reduces the risk of illness and promotes overall health. Thus alcohol based hand rubs and other hand cleaning products have gained immense popularity. 

Why Choose Alcohol Based Hand Rub?

Alcohol based hand rubs have become a staple in hygiene practices. They are preferred over traditional soap and water for several reasons. Firstly, they are incredibly convenient. A small bottle can be carried anywhere, ensuring you can disinfect your hands on the go. Secondly, alcohol based hand rubs are highly effective against a wide range of pathogens, including bacteria and viruses. The high alcohol content (usually between 60-80%) ensures rapid and thorough killing of germs. Need no water, saves time (add these point),

Efficacy in Healthcare Settings

In healthcare settings, the use of an alcohol based hand rub is crucial. Hospitals and clinics are environments where the risk of infection is exceptionally high. Healthcare professionals need to disinfect their hands frequently to prevent the spread of infections. Cororid’s alcohol-based hand rub is designed to be gentle on the skin while providing powerful antimicrobial action. This ensures that healthcare workers can maintain hand hygiene without experiencing skin irritation or dryness helping to stop spread of hospital acquired infections at healthcare settings.

Promoting Hygiene in Educational Institutions

Schools and universities are places where many individuals gather, making them potential hotspots for germ transmission. Implementing the protocol for the use of alcohol based hand rubs in educational institutions can significantly reduce the spread of illnesses. Cororid’s hand rub solution can be placed in classrooms, libraries, cafeterias and school buses to encourage students and staff to sanitize their hands regularly. This simple practice can lead to a healthier learning environment and fewer absences due to illness (especially in monsoon seasons).

Ensuring Safety in the Workplace

Workplaces, especially those with high foot traffic, can benefit greatly from the use of alcohol-based hand rubs. Offices, factories, and retail stores can install hand rub dispensers at key locations such as entrances, break rooms, and near restrooms. Encouraging employees to use Cororid’s alcohol-based hand rub can lead to a decrease in sick days and an overall healthier workforce. Moreover, it demonstrates a company’s commitment to the well-being of its employees.

Maintaining Cleanliness in the Hospitality Industry

The hospitality industry, including hotels and restaurants, places a premium on cleanliness and hygiene. Guests expect a high standard of sanitation, and failing to meet these expectations can harm a business’s reputation. By providing alcohol-based hand rubs to guests and staff, hotels and restaurants can enhance their hygiene protocols. Cororid’s hand rub solution is ideal for this sector due to its quick-drying formula and pleasant fragrance, ensuring a positive user experience. Smooth and soft feel after use.

Enhancing Hygiene in Public Transportation

Public transportation systems, such as buses, trains, metros, monorails, and airplanes, see a high volume of passengers daily. These environments can be breeding grounds for germs if not properly managed. Installing a lcohol-based hand rub dispensers in stations and vehicles can help reduce the spread of pathogens. Passengers using Cororid’s hand rub before and after their journey can protect themselves and others, contributing to a safer travel experience.

Household Use: Keeping Families Safe

Maintaining hygiene at home is equally essential. Alcohol-based hand rubs offer a convenient solution for families, especially when soap and water aren't accessible. Placing bottles of Cororid's hand rub solution in the kitchen, bathroom, and living areas encourages regular hand sanitization. This habit is particularly useful after returning from outside or before preparing food, helping to keep germs at bay.

Effective in Community Settings

Community settings such as gyms use full form, recreational centers, and places of worship can benefit from the widespread use of alcohol based hand rubs to stop the spraed for pathogens. These are areas where people come together, often sharing equipment or spaces. Providing Cororid’s hand rub solution at entrances and key points within these facilities can promote good hygiene practices among community members, reducing the risk of outbreaks.

They provide a quick, effective, and convenient way to maintain hand hygiene across various sectors. Whether in healthcare, education, workplaces, hospitality, transportation, or at home, the use of an alcohol-based hand rub can significantly reduce the spread of pathogens. By integrating this simple yet powerful tool into daily routines, we can create healthier environments for everyone.

[flowersforbucky]

Idk if you take requests but I love the way you write older logan so I'd love it if you wrote older logan coming home after a long shift of driving the limousine to find reader wearing his flannel and how he reacts <3

old man!logan x reader - 740 ish words

thanks so much for this! i have such a soft spot for older logan 🤧💕 18+ only mdni

warnings/tags: logan refers to himself as your old man, reader can wear logan's flannel but no specific physical descriptions, not explicit but there's suggestiveness/implied smut

Tonight, you find yourself especially grateful that Caliban stays with Charles in the water tower during the night. You're always grateful for this, of course. You don't know what any of you would do without his help.

But tonight, you're even more thankful than usual.

Having picked up a few extra shifts at the diner you work at this week, you've barely had time to do anything except sleep when you've been off the clock. Therefore, dishes have piled up and you desperately need to catch up on some laundry on your day off tomorrow.

In the meantime, you wear nothing but one of Logan's old flannels that hangs low enough to cover the curve of your ass - barely.

As if that isn't reason enough to be glad for the privacy, you can't seem to stop yourself from smelling the collar of the shirt every so often, inhaling the familiar and comforting scent of Irish Spring soap and old tobacco.

You'd received a text from him stating he is on his way home almost half an hour ago, so you decided to stay awake until he gets home. In actuality, you'd seen him before you left for work this morning, but it feels like it has been days since you'd been able to do anything other than bid each other quick goodbyes as one of you comes or the other goes.

You stand in the makeshift kitchen of the abandoned smelting plant that you've come to call home, reheating the food that you brought home with you from work earlier. It's dark except for the old TV that stays on near constantly for the comfort of background noise.

You see the limousine headlights flash through the thin curtains that you'd hung up throughout the factory, and you breathe a sigh of relief that he's home as the microwave begins to ding.

He enters a few moments later, locking the door behind him before noticing you leaning against the edge of the kitchen table, next to the food that you have ready for him.

“What exactly did I do to deserve coming home to this?” His voice is tired but still teasing.

“I brought home some leftovers from the diner earlier,” you shrug, nodding towards the plate beside you. “I figured you didn't eat before you left for work.”

He shrugs out of his work jacket, unsnapping the top buttons of his white button down as he slowly walks over to you. His gaze trails from your bare legs and up to your face.

“You'd be right about that,” he admits with a short, low chuckle. “But I'm talking about you wearing this.”

He stands directly in front of you, his hands lightly tugging on the hem of his flannel that graces your thighs.

“This old thing?” You run the palms of your hands up his chest, feeling the hard bulk of his muscles from beneath the smooth material of his button down shirt. When your hands reach his throat, you clasp them around the back of his neck and pull his face closer to yours. “Need to catch up on laundry real bad, it's the only clean thing I could find.”

He hums in consideration, unable to conceal the smirk that forms on his lips in the glow of the TV light. His hands move to your lower back, pulling you flush against him before bunching the loose fabric in his fists.

“I don't think this is clean,” he murmurs against your mouth, the thick scruff of his beard tickling your jaw and sending goosebumps down your spine. You can smell the familiar hint of whiskey on his breath. “In fact, I slept in it just the other night. I'm thinking you just missed your old man.”

“Two things can be true at the same time,” you retort. You did miss him - you always miss him when work and other priorities have to take precedence over time spent together.

“Oh yeah?” He lifts you up the slightest bit by the backs of your thighs, plopping you down on the kitchen table. He nudges your knees open with his own, spreading your legs enough to wedge his body between your thighs. “How about you lay down on this table and let me show you how much I've been missing you, then?”

You glance down at the forgotten plate of food that you'd made for him - it can be reheated again later, you suppose.

••••••

thank you for reading 💕💕

[maabharti]

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[the-firebird69]

Your prompt responses are welcome Trump and people are starting to fight you in New York and see who you are and they hear your comments when they see your a Nazi and you don't care at all about them as rebels.

Maybe a couple of comments to make

-I'm going to ruin you and your son is running off to the NSA cuz he saw your Flintstones routine

-we'll also making a note that you're ugly sleazeball and you don't know the status down there but you certainly think you do and a lot of people heard it. They're going after you. Who's going to be less of you and more powerful groups and try and kidnap our son the whole time like Tommy after your competitor and you will lose but really you were fighting New York City near sitting here farting on our son and we're going to hit you for it as our other people and right now the police are watching you harass our son and it's bja

-the stashes and caches in the West are down to 80%, the stashes and cash is in the east are down to about 70% and it will continue until you don't have anything the sashes and cashes on New Zealand are being rated right now and are at 90% down from 100%. As of last night to this morning

-your spaceships are down and that's neither the ones that are in space with their operational almost operational that is or not or operational are down to about 300 billion however half of them are deployed and will be gone momentarily as the battles heated up because you're a dick. As soon as not small or small minded and he does not like your asinine soap opera so much though that he assigned people to take care of it and he's not following it and you're dying doing this dumb routine that he's not paying attention to he doesn't really have to at this time put a lot of effort into it he said just butcher them and yeah we're going to make you pay for your comments each and everyone then you died seven times yesterday including last night. But we're handling it and you're really boring and you're a freaking lousy person and you are sleeping with a lot of that different women and their husbands are killing you to stop you once and for all

-you're a little baby and you're asking to get hit right now and we're going to hit you regardless of your asinine responses

-I'm starting to flow in around your all over the world to take your territories as our son says you don't need your people you don't need your territories and we're going to do the job and take away all your power and you don't need power we know you don't need power you're demanding not to have any cuz you're such a screw up that's how we read it and yeah we're in Antarctica too and your people die every day and you know it so you're sitting there threatening him to try and kidnap him other people are going to get down there and we won't have to do as much work and we'll try and satiate it instead of doing some stupid s*** like you did but he wants those ships and he wants those lasers now nobody's going to know for there or not and you're going to open your mouth and we're going to slaughter you here

-these are real functions buddy boy with your smart enough to figure it out or not Trump

-there's a severe power drain that's going on because we're surrounding your areas and we're laying you under siege because you're doing it to our factories some of them and Lottie died and we're going around your areas to stop you from going there because it's just constant and we found cloning and we're going to dissolve it the max are doing it too so you can't figure out who anyone is. LOL and we're going to robot facilities too and taking them and taking them over and we're going to use your brand and imitate you so people slaughter you Trump

-your court case is not going well the rest of your defense before calling your final witnesses which means you can't and you can't call yourself and you're saying you're going to and you can't because you're stupid you can't figure it out you rested your case unless you have some crazy evidence which you don't you can't do it and you're going to follow an appeal after their decision and you'll be going after the entire court and they will kill you then you do your stupid s*** in New York and New Jersey Massachusetts Pennsylvania etc and you take over after time saying you're running the whole place then they devastate you there and then all of you are devastated except for the pseudo empire and you are pushed to the South and West and then Grant is given the commission and wipes you out in the south he goes in there and draws you to places wipes you out continuously and it is a method people pick up and use that stupid people afterwards it's coming up pretty soon and nobody cares about you Trump soon as after it's going to happen and it will happen this week a lot of it Grant doesn't start until later but a lot of people need to get rid of you and this week a lot of stuff happens and you're going after the jury now because once they make their decision it's over and you're trying to weaken them by shooting them in the head so we're going to publish

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#WeirdCandies #InterestingCandy #MyThoughts

I like looking for weird candy online and I find these.

Also enough gummy body parts to make a gummy person or creature.

And a candy knife that looks deadly.

Knife shaped gummies for Halloween don't exsits but these do.

Wilton Halloween Knife Icing Decorations, 12-Count - Walmart.com

Images not mine but link is there.

Sour Candy Body Fluids, Yummy Blood & Urine For Your Mouth (laughingsquid.com)

Wholesale Knife Shape Pressed Candy Tablet Candy,suppliers,manufacturers,factories - IVY Food (cnivyindustry.com)

Halloween Body Parts Gummy Candy, Edibles, Halloween, 38 Pieces - Walmart.com

I like these candies since they are creative.

I know Hotlix has a rectangle blue sucker with a goldfish cracker in the center like it was like a fish tank.

Dessert Scorpion - HOTLIX

Ant Candy with Real Black Ants - HOTLIX

Gummi X-Ray Fish - Boing Boing

Had a sucker that plays music when you eat it.

Gives me tooth tunes vibes.

Tooth Tunes Musical Tooth Brush Display Wave 1 Revision 2 (entertainmentearth.com)

Amazon.com : Music Lollipop Suckers,AMOS Audio Lollipop Sugar Free, Singing Lollipop Individually Wrapped, Novelty Gift for Mothers Day (Blueberry, Pack of 1) : Grocery & Gourmet Food

I remember when I was little during back to school or Valentine's day there were these hollow chocolate apples with a gummy worm inside.

Chocolate Apple with Gummy Worm - Candy Favorites

These roadkill gummies are pretty weird but I remember Trolli being in hot water for making these with less detail than these.

I know that some people are still selling these online.

TROLLI ROAD KILL CANDY - RECALLED - RARE, 1 for $12.00 | eBay

Vintage 1998 O.t.c ROAD KILL GUMMIES candy container SQUIRREL bubble gum RARE | eBay

bookofjoe: Kraft Trolli Road Kill Gummi Candy is Dead

I never tried these I would love too.

Randomly found this little blue raspberry fella and gives me obscure mascot vibes.

Blue Raspberry Bloom from One-Eyed Girl X Kyle Kirwan (For March 26-Drop) (toysrevil.blogspot.com)

Vertigo - Hard Candy + Chocolate Lollipop by Paul Angeloni at Coroflot.com

Blue Raspberry Magic Head Candy - 10CT Box • Candy Mini Packs • Bulk Candy • Oh! Nuts® (ohnuts.com)

Vertigo Lollipops - Candy Favorites

I remember seeing these gummies at a gas station along time ago but never trying them.

My guess these are swedish fish in texture and taste but with cinnamon or blue raspberry.

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ALLAN HOT LIPS - Gummy Candy - SmartLabel™ (hersheys.com)

Randomly found out saliva and blood sample candy was a thing but it's rare now.

It's like sour goop liquid candy.

Crime Scene Candy Tubes: 3-Piece Pack | Candy Warehouse

I really love these trash can garbage candy containers and looks like something I would see at Cracker Barrel near they checkout or the toys area but I image this candy taste like smarties or chalk like candies.

I would just keep the empty trash containers.

Garbage Candy - 3 units – KandJu

I never seen a haunted house gummy candy and it's pretty cute.

Halloween small Kabobs - 3 units – KandJu

Found a better image of the haunted house gummies and I want to try these one day.

Haunted House Sweets Bulk Bag - Dylan's Candy Bar (dylanscandybar.com)

I saw these 4D Gummy fish and I thought these were cute but reminded me of those plastic toy fish but these are edible.

4D Gummy Goldfish Bag 3.95oz - 12ct – I Got Your Candy

I saw these cute house shape cake molds.

Amazon.com: Joyeee 1 Pack House Shape Silicone Mold, 6 Cavity Non-stick Cozy Village Baking Pan, House Shape Soap Mold, Mini Christmas House Cake Molds for Brownies Chocolate Jelly Pudding Cupcake Ice-cream: Home & Kitchen

Haunted House Bundt Cake Pan - OliveNation

Gingerbread House Silicone Baking Molds Set - Evil Cake Genius

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Revamp Your Bathroom Aesthetics: The Allure of a Stainless Steel Tile Drain

　　When it comes to bathroom design, even the smallest details matter. A stainless steel tile drain is a stylish and functional element that can transform the aesthetics of your bathroom while ensuring efficient water drainage. In this guide, we'll explore the benefits, features, and versatile applications of stainless steel tile drains, highlighting how they can elevate the look and functionality of your bathroom space.

　　1. The Significance of Bathroom Drains in Design:

　　Bathroom drains may seem like utilitarian fixtures, but they play a crucial role in maintaining a clean, dry, and visually appealing bathroom environment. The choice of a drain can significantly impact the overall design and functionality of your bathroom.

　　2. The Appeal of Stainless Steel Tile Drains:

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