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leafs-lover · 9 months ago

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Too Far Gone - Part Fifty Six

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut - fingering, cum play, dirty talk, maybe a slight voyeurism kink, interrupted sex, inadvertent orgasm deprivation, light degradation? I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything

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Word Count: 6,000

Auston didn’t know when they went to bed. The curtains had been left open and the faint glow from the moon was filtering in, but he had to make good on that promise from the roof. And even then, he wasn’t done because they were both drenched in sweat, and there is something about warm beads of water cascading over his girlfriend’s chest that always ended with Auston on his knees.

Sure, it could be considered reckless to stay up that late given they have a three-year-old who has been known to barge in before the sun broke the horizon looking for breakfast. But what was Auston supposed to do, not celebrate the fact Tia finally admitted she loved him? They had talked about getting a puppy, having more kids, getting married, they planned their future, but hearing those words roll off her tongue cemented to him that it was real. As if those four years were nothing more than a long and hazy nightmare he finally awoke from.

When Auston did wake up around 9:20, he planned on quietly crawling out of bed, finding Taylour (he knew one of his friends was keeping him entertained for the time being) and wrangling his help to make her breakfast in bed. A simple gesture, one he had been deprived of for so long. It was his plan, and it was a great plan, then he saw the faint marks on her shoulders, the marks he left, and everything changed. All reason was long gone, and his primal instinct took over. If he could keep her there all day, he would.

“Aus.”

Her nails scratch along his broad shoulder and her body arches into him. Even though she is pulsing with oversensitivity, she doesn’t know if she’s had enough, if she ever will have enough.

“Babe –“ She gasps, sharply.

“What?” He grins, moustache tickling her ear.

“We gotta to get up.” He can tell she wants there to be weight behind the words, but her body is saying something completely different. “So much to do…”

“How am I supposed to get anything done when you’re naked in our bed?” Auston murmurs thickly against her jaw.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

The sheets are a mess. Pillows are on the floor. The stench of sex is heavy in the room.

“So...” His hands roam all over her body. He cups her breast, which somehow overflows in his big hands. “What’s on your list this morning?”

“Yoga.”

“Pretty sure we already did that.” Satisfaction curls on his lips.

“I want to finish up something I’ve been working on…” She trails off for a moment as he licks up her neck, tongue following the bite marks left the night before. “Have to check in with Becks…” Auston grins, the heat flaring behind her cheeks says that won’t happen anytime soon.

“What about fucking your boyfriend?” Auston’s fingers carve into the swollen flesh of her ass.

“I believe I did that already.” He moves his fingers around to her pussy lips and the inside of her thighs, and they are wet, absolutely drenched in their hot sticky mess. “That’s why we’re still in bed.”

“You should put it back on the list, maybe twice.” Auston’s mouth slowly begins to work its way down, first to her collarbone, then her breasts. As his warm tongue swirls around her sensitive nipple, her slick grazes over his member and a deep guttural groan erupts.

“Is that so?” She breathes out a laugh while tugging harshly on his curls.

“Yeah.” Two fingers once again find their way inside. Her body arks toward him and within a few seconds they begin to move. The disgusting slurp of her cunt fills the room as he thrusts them faster and faster. Her walls greedily grasp and hug his digits, never wanting to let him go. Her elbows give out and her body collapses into the bed, quickly and desperately clawing at the sheets.

Auston smirks and applies more pressure. His left hand grabs at her knee and tosses it over his shoulder, earning him a shriek from the deepest part of her diaphragm. Auston fucks his fingers back inside. Every stroke is precise, his knuckles crooked at the knuckle to create the perfect angle. “Can’t decide if I want to eat the cum out of you before I fill you back up.” Auston licks his bottom lip, his fingers massaging her g-spot. “Or if I should bury myself inside and make ya overflow…what do you think?”

“Fuck me.” Tia whispers to herself.

Auston chuckles, a little breathless. “I’m going to.” He circles his thumb around her clit, fingers rhythmically seeking her high. “You taste so good, can only dream of what we taste like together.”

Tia whimpers at the emptiness as Auston pulls his fingers out. He brings them up to her mouth, and without instruction Tia drops her jaw and wraps her lips around them. They both moan as she swirls her tongue around his digits, working to clean the mess. Quickly, he snaps his wrist and runs the saliva and cum coated fingers along her jaw. With a cocky brow raise, he shoves his tongue into her mouth.

“Better than I imagined.”

His hand moves to her hair, and she bites at her lower lip. He knows she washed her hair yesterday. He also knows she will scold him for this later. He just doesn’t care. He moves the head of his shaft down through her folds, allowing it to rest at the opening for just a second, then he buries himself deep inside her warmth.

He messily kisses her once again, taking the time to embrace the wetness that oozes out around his cock. He pulls his hips back, and right before he is about to drive back inside, her hands are on his shoulder trying to push him away.

“Stop.” Her eyes snap open, wide with fear. His brows contort with confusion, then he hears it. Little feet pattering down the hall, his playful giggle getting louder and louder with every step. They both knew they were pushing their luck going for round two, but like a moth to a flame, Auston couldn’t pull himself away.

“Taylour, come on bud, let’s go.” Fred’s voice calls, louder than normal trying to warn those on the other side.

The doorknob begins to jiggle. Tia’s breathing becomes frantic . The slow creak gets louder and louder, and Taylour’s voice enters the room. “I want to show them my trick.”

The more the door opens the more Tia’s face whitens. Auston scrambles off her and scours the floor for a shirt, pants, some piece of clothing to toss on before Taylour barrels in. But everything is everywhere, all he can find is the sheet which he tosses toward Tia.

“Mommy and Daddy are sleeping.” Fred tells him, pulling the door shut. “Why don’t we practice more, and you can show them when they wake up?”

“Because practice makes perfect,” Taylour agrees with a nod.

“Right.” Fred nods down the hall. “Let’s go.”

Auston waits a few seconds until Taylour’s feet are down the hall, then calls out, “Thanks Fred.”

“Yup,” Fred hollers through the door.

“I’m not sure about this.” Tia runs her finger along the strap, then smooths over her stomach.

Once they heard the footsteps fade down the hall and the stair boards creak, Auston and Tia were out of bed. Tia ran a comb through her hair while glaring at Auston for the ends that had fused together, then swiftly threw it up on the top of her head. Auston grabbed a bathing suit –because every day ends with them in the pool – and one of his t-shirts. The two of them went downstairs and Tia started making them smoothies, and Auston set out to get the avocado ready for their breakfast. After inhaling their food, Auston was outside, showing off his backflips – always a favourite with Taylour - and Tia was upstairs in her sewing room.

Once the workspace was mostly complete, she finished the couple orders that were outstanding, then set out designing a few new pieces to expand her line. She sketched out seven new pieces, three of them made it through the 3D rendering, then she began the process of cutting fabric, pinning it together and trying to bring her visions to life. One was easy, only needed a few minor tweaks but was now ready to go to the testing phase. The other two she has been stuck on. Nothing seemed to work, and Tia was about ready to scrap them both and start over, but before that she decided to reach out to the one person that might be able to help.

Celeste presses her glasses back up her nose and shuffles in her seat, as if trying to get a better view from Toronto.

“Yeah…” She hims through the speaker. “I see what you were talking about…I think the point near your underarm needs to go up a bit.” Tia turns toward the camera and lifts her arm, then points to the area she assumes Celeste is talking about. “Yeah,” she confirms. “It’s a little…” her face crinkles as she thinks over the next word.

“Aggressive?”

Celeste feigns a laugh. “That may not be the word I’d use…but yes.”

“The prototype looked so good.” Tia sighs. She thought the dress was going to be the easiest to bring to life. But when she tried the top on it sat low, dangerously low, to a point if Tia moved too much everything spilled out. Despite Auston’s objections, she added fabric to the bodice to bring the neckline up, only it came up too much. Next, she cut a bit out but then she didn’t like the neckline, it was too squared off and simple, so she tried to curve it but overcompensated as indents are being left in her skin.

“That’s why we test them out. I can’t tell you how many pieces I thought were good until I tried them on.” Celeste tries to reassure her with a faint laugh, but this part never gets easy. “It’s not that far off, dear.”

“Yeah.” Tia’s nose crinkles again, almost at her wits end with this one.

“What about the top you were working on.” Celeste steers the conversation away, hoping it has better results. “You decide on a sleeve?”

A few days ago, Tia sent Celeste a picture of a satin top with a simple square neck and subtle pleats in the bodice. The hem was unfinished and there were many pins, but what caught her attention was the two distinctly different sleeves styles. One was short and puffy, and the other was a simple and slender arm with a bell style sleeve. Tia said she was unsure of which one worked best. Celeste called it a copout, called her out to doubt herself and said she wasn’t going to help. It might have been tough, but Celeste knew she needed to make this decision on her own.

“Yay!” Celeste claps when she sees the long and flowy sleeve. This was always the right choice; she is glad Tia figured it out on her own.

“I love that one. Definitely the right pick”

“It’s playful but classic.” Tia smiles with her mentor’s reassurance.

“Completely elevates that top. Tia, I know I’ve said this before, but you have a bright future ahead of you, some people are years in the industry without the eye you have.”

“Thanks.” Tia softly laughs, a faint blush swarming her cheeks.

Now that the prototype is complete, it’s ready for Tia to make a few more and ship them back to the “testers” back in Toronto and get their feedback. Then there are the edits, photoshoots, uploading details to the website. Just when she thinks the finish line is near, she realizes just how far it is.

The two of them talked for a little while longer. Celeste told her about all the struggles she’d been facing as a store owner while in a global lockdown. Her store was forced closed, curbside pickup and online orders were slow, some days non-existent. It filled Tia with so many emotions but worry and regret were the ones she couldn’t shake. If someone who had been successful in the industry was struggling at the drop of a hat, what did it mean for her? Sales were slow, to be expected for a new line, but how long could they be slow before they stopped all together?

Tia put the finishing details on the shirt but left the dress on the mannequin. Normally putting it off wouldn’t be an option. It’d eat at her, knowing there was so much to do but not knowing how to fix it. But today as she walked down the hall toward the stairs, she had zero hesitation walking away because something else had consumed her mind.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Taylour screeches when the patio doors open. “Mommy, help!” He giggles mid-air as Auston tosses him to the other end of the pool, a large splash erupts around him and a few seconds later his head pokes through the surface.

“I can’t help you.” Tia chuckles as she shuffled around the pool’s edge, her feet getting kissed by the exploding water.

“Why not?” Taylour flings his arm around and starts moving toward Auston.

“Because every time I help, your dad throws me in the water.”

“Not true.” Auston winks at her.

Tia shakes her head.

“Please mommy!” Taylour squeals as Auston grabs him by the waist and once again launches him in the air.

Tia flips her wrist and glances at the time on her watch - the very expensive watch Auston brought back from the California road trip because he “thought of her when he saw it.” “We actually have to go, Taylour.”

“Nooooo!” He emphatically shakes his head.

“Yup.” Auston moves toward the stairs. The water line slowly descends, more and more of his chest coming on display for Tia to gawk at. As he moves toward the steps, he grabs Taylour and tugs him. “You said you wanted In and Out for lunch, we have to go get it.”

“Why can’t I stay with Uncle Freddie, and you bring it here.” Taylour pouts. He stands on one of the pool steps, half in – half out of the water, hoping to convince Auston to let him stay.

“Because we’re your parents not Uncle Freddie. Uncle Freddie doesn’t have to spend his time watching you.”

“I want to stay with Fweddie.”

“Well, you’re not.” Auston bites sharply, letting his frustration poke through. “You’re coming with Mommy and I.”

“I don’t want to go with you and Mommy,” he huffs, angrily smacking his hands against the water.

“Taylour, you are coming. Get out of the pool and get dressed, now.” Auston demands, but Tia catches the inflection in his voice and the smirk curving his lips.

“But why?” He raises his voice, becoming more frustrated with Auston’s unusual stern nature. Tia knew it wasn’t going to be easy getting her son from the pool, it never was.

“Because I said so.” Auston barks. “Keep it up and you won’t get to swim for the rest of the week.”

Taylour releases a loud and dramatic groan, then once again smacks his hands against the water. He stomps past Auston, grumbling under his breath, and goes right to Tia who has a warm fluffy towel waiting for him. Having lost the battle with his father, Taylour sets his sights on Tia, hoping for a different response.

“I don’t want to go, Mommy.” Taylour whined softly while he nestled his head to the crook of her neck. She hears the broken exhale and knows tears are on the way – he doesn’t handle Auston’s frustrations well - she just doesn’t know if they are real or fake.

“I know.” Tia kneels and starts rubbing her hands over his back, drying him off while softly comforting him. She gently tilts his head, and swats at the tears clinging to the corner of his eyes. “You have to come with us, sweetie.”

“Why?” Taylour sniffles, barely choking back the lump in his throat.

“Because we have a surprise for you.” Auston cards his hand through Taylour’s drenched curls and grabs his own towel.

“A surprise?!” He immediately perks up, his eyes widen and dart up to Auston. “What is it?”

“Wouldn’t be a surprise if we told you, silly.” Tia playfully boops his nose.

As if the last thirty seconds never happened, Taylour immediately takes off toward the sliding door and gives it a firm tug to drag it open. He runs inside too excited to close the door behind him, then scurries across the hardwood.

“No running on the stairs!” Auston yells after him, but he is too late, Taylour is at the top of the stairs, slipping on the hardwood as he sprints past the railing that overlooks the living room.

“What did we get ourselves into?” Tia jokingly whines when Taylour lets out an “ooh” as he uses his palms to catch himself from falling.

Auston wraps his painted arm around Tia, over her shoulder. Tia brings her hand up and grabs his, then leans against his hard chest. Little drops of water land on her shoulder and in her hair. In an almost scarily still tone he whispers, “you’re going to miss this level of calm.” The worst part is, he is right.

Like most car rides, Taylour quickly became impatient. It wasn’t long after he finished his cheeseburger and shake before the “where are we going,” “how much longer” and “are we there yet” started. They knew the almost hour drive would be long, and planned for it, but no amount of movies, superhero action figures, colouring books would be enough, when all he wanted was to do was swim.

“Mommy, I’m bored.” He whines and dramatically throws his head back against the car seat. He tosses the tablet, and it lands on the floor, bouncing on impact.

Auston huffs out a dry laugh. Like Taylour, his patience is wearing thin. “Wouldn’t be if you watched the movie.”

“I don’t want to watch the movie anymore.” Taylour promptly informs him. His feet kick against the car seat and he dramatically sighs, again.

“We’re almost there, Tay.” Tia turns in her seat and silently laughs at his outfit choice. He insisted on getting ready himself and his shoes are on the wrong feet, his shirt must have come from the laundry given the ketchup stain on the chest, and his shorts are bright neon yellow. The fashion designer in her cringes but as a mom, she is thrilled that he is dressed, and understands that some battles aren’t worth it.

“How many minutes?”

“Less than five.” She picks up the tablet and pauses the movie, then puts it in her bag.

“That’s too long.” Taylour kicks his legs out in a frustrated fit.

“Of course, it is.” Auston mutters sarcastically, his knuckles whitening around the steering wheel.

Tia snaps her head to Auston, and she gives him a look, one he hasn’t seen often but immediately recognizes. “I promise, you’re going to love your surprise.”

They continue driving down the quiet rural road, slowly maneuvering turns. Whatever playlist Auston selected is quiet, so quiet the only sound is the air conditioning whirring through the vents and the rhythmic beeping of the blinker. Tia presses her head against the window and watches the dust kick out from under the tires.

“We’re here.” Auston announces once the vehicle is parked in front of a large farmhouse.

Taylour perks up and tries to sit up in his seat as much as possible. He takes in the surroundings, a blue house with a simple white fence, not distinguishing or exciting for an almost four-year old.

“What are we doing here?” He asks, not hiding the disgruntled look on his face.

“This is a boring surprise, Daddy.”

“You sure about that?” Taylour freed himself from the car seat, and when Auston opens the door, he is quick to leap out.

“Yeah.” He crinkles his nose and closes the car door behind him. “There is no slide or pool, nothing fun.”

Tia hears small overlapping barks and yips coming from inside the home, her heart flutters. She has been waiting for this day her entire life.

Gravel crunches under her feet as she strolled around the car. She crouches down and puts her hand on her knees, bringing herself to Taylour’s eye level. She adjusts his ball cap over his curls then smiles. “Would it still be a bad surprise if we told you there were puppies inside?”

His brown eyes glow. “I want to see the puppies!” He blurts out.

Auston crouches down and smiles, almost bigger than Taylour. “What if we told you; we’re going to bring one home?”

“MY OWN PUPPY!” Taylour screams while jumping in the air.

“A family puppy.” Auston corrects him.

“I’M GETTING A PUPPY!” He shrieks, unphased by what Auston told him.

Auston knew he would be excited when he found out. He assumed there would be jumping and screaming, thought there was the possibility of joyful tears. What he didn’t count on was Taylour being so excited he’d sprint past them toward the front door without another word.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Taylour pounds on the door as hard as he can. “I’m here for my puppy!” Knock. Knock. Knock.

Auston and Tia had barely made it two steps before the door creaks open, a middle-aged woman stands on the other side.

“Hello.” She smiles to Taylour, then to Auston and Tia.

Taylour bounces on his heels, even though they can’t see his face they know he is beaming from ear to ear. “Hi, my name’s Taylour. I’m here for my puppy.”

“Taylour, you can’t just – “

“It’s fine.” She laughs, Taylour isn’t the first child to react this way. She moves to the side to let him pass then waits for Tia and Auston to make their way up the porch.

“Sorry, he has wanted a puppy since before he could walk.”

The three of them hear Taylour squeal as an overlapping chorus of barks and whines echo down the hall.

“No apologies needed.” They all step inside and see Taylour standing on the outside of the fenced in area. He is leaning as far as he can without losing his balance, scratching the tops of the puppies’ heads, giggling the entire time. “I’m Sandra, and that,” she eyes over to the full-size Bernese Mountain dog who is across from Taylour keeping a watchful eye on her pups, “is Stella the mom.” Shortly after a white poodle rounds the corner and walks right up to Auston, nudging his hand for some pets. “This suck is Teddy.”

“Hiya Teddy.” Auston bends down and is instantly met with a lick to the cheek.

“Which one is mine?” Taylour’s head is on a swivel. This puppy. That puppy. That puppy. He can barely keep up.

“We have to pick it.” Auston tells him.

“You can go in.” Sandra offers, motioning to the pen.

Auston and Tia step over the gate, then Auston hooks his arms under Taylour’s armpits to hoist him over. The three of them fall to the floor, immediately being swarmed by the puppies.

“Mommy!” Taylour giggles as one with a pink ribbon licks his cheek. “Mommy, I want this one.”

“Yeah?” She grins, gently scratching behind the ear.

“Any with a ribbon have a home already,” Sandra tells them. “They’ve all had their first round of shots and will be ready for the next one in about two weeks.”

“Daddy, look!” Taylour nods to his foot, where one is gnawing on his sock, attempting to pull it off.

“This one’s trouble huh?” Auston scoops up the black and white ball of fur, taking Taylour’s sock with him, then cradles it in his arms.

“He’s silly.” Taylour broadcasts, trying to yank the sock out of its mouth.

When the puppy keeps his jaw tightly clenched around Taylour’s sock, he sets the puppy on his lap to the ground and crawls over to Auston. He pets along its side with one hand, his other tugging on the sock, laughing the entire time. Finally, the puppy releases the sock only to start chewing at Auston’s wrist.

“I want this one.” Taylour gives it a kiss.

“Really? What about this one?” Tia eyes to the one curled in her lap, eyes getting heavy.

Taylour takes a second to glance between the two dogs, pondering Tia’s suggestion. She obviously knows just because a dog is calm now doesn’t mean it always will be, but something, most likely her motherly instinct is telling her not to pick the one already biting.

“Uhmmm.” He ponders. Taylour scoots closer to Tia to look at the puppy in her lap. “Ohh, this one is cute too, Mommy!”

“Mhm.”

Taylour’s eyes rapidly dart between the two dogs, and he appears deep in thought, but they both know he has zero selection criteria. A twinkle catches his eye, and his entire face somehow lights up even more.

“Can I have both puppies?”

“No.” Tia is very fast to answer.

“Puh-lease!” He turns to Auston. His move always is to try the other parent with hopes for a better outcome. “Please can I get two puppies, Daddy?”

Auston looks to Taylour, then to the puppy curled up in Tia’s arms sleeping, then to the one nibling at his wrist, and sighs. “I don’t think –“

“Please, Daddy! They can play together.” He eagerly cuts him off, desperately trying to bring home two dogs.

“Then who will you play with?” Tia can see the way Auston’s face is softening and knows she will have to be the one to shut this down.

“I’ll play with them, we’ll be best friends, all three of us!”

“I think we only need one dog for now.” Auston says dimly, but Tia knows if she wasn’t here to supervise, Auston would be bringing two dog’s home.

“No!” Taylour carefully climbs over the puppies and their toys to get to Auston and wraps his arms tightly around his neck. “We need two puppies, Daddy!”

Auston makes the mistake of looking at Taylour and sees the large pout and beady eyes, a cuteness barely rivalled by the puppy in his lap. Taylour falls to his knees and gets directly into Auston’s sightline. He puts his hands together as if he is praying, and desperately pleads with a croak in his voice. “Please can we get two, Daddy? Pleeeeease?”

Auston hates how his son knows exactly what to say and how to say it to make him forget all reason.

“Tay,” Auston sighs and prepares himself for the heartbreak, but he knows Taylour will get over it faster than Tia’s frustration if he gives in. “Just one.”

There is a groan that develops deep in his stomach as his shoulders drop. “No fair.”

“Look at how cute this little guy is though.”

Auston holds the wiggly puppy a little higher and hands it to Taylour. An excited yip comes from the puppy and a smile begins to creep its way back to Taylour’s face. “He is cute, Daddy.”

Auston reaches over and grabs a small stuffed pig and gives it to the puppy who wraps his mouth around it and starts whipping its head from side to side. “I want this one.” Taylour informs them without an ounce of hesitation.

Auston and Tia left Taylour with the puppies and found Sandra in the kitchen. They went over the paperwork and fine details. She gave them a bag with some food, a small blanket, along with a binder full of health information and veterinary records.

By the time they wandered back to the living room a few minutes later, Taylour had forgotten about his desire to bring home two. He was on his knees, heels digging into the back of his thighs, squeaking the pig in an attempt to engage the puppy.

“You two ready?” Tia walks to the edge of the puppy fencing, Auston’s hand on her back.

“Mhm.” Taylour enthusiastically nods. He stands up and Auston bends down to help him over then scoops up their puppy. “Thank you for my puppy!” Taylour addresses Sandra while making a beeline for the door.

Once Taylour was in the car, which was a task, he demanded the dog sit with him. Tia was a little uneasy about leaving them alone in the back, she had a feeling she should sit with them, just in case the puppy fell or wandered away and somehow found his way under a seat, but Auston assured her everything would be fine. He could tell she was anxious, so he reached over the console and laced his fingers with hers, then brought it to her lips and placed kisses on the back of her hand, knowing that would bring her to ease.

“What should we name him?” Auston asks as they sit at a red light, the steady sound of the blinker being drowned by the noise coming from the backseat.

“Rex.” Taylour proudly proclaims.

“Rex?” Auston probes with a laugh. The suggestion undoubtedly comes from the recent viewing of Toy Story. “I don’t know if that suits him.”

“Pickles!” He cheers from the back seat.”

“Pickles?” Tia shakes her head; she knew letting the almost-four-year-old name the dog would be a terrible idea. “What about Bernie?” She suggests in reference to its breed.

“No.” They simultaneously protest.

“How about Felix?” Auston pipes up. He doesn’t know why but the second he held him, that name felt right and it’s hard for him to imagine the dog as anything else.

“Yes!” Taylour promptly agrees. “I like that!”

Auston kept his hand linked with hers over the console as he drove the quiet Scottsdale streets. His eyes were mostly on the road, but he couldn’t help glancing in the rearview every chance he got, spending red lights turned around staring at Taylour and Felix.

The next few hours were somewhat of a blur. Taylour was eager to show Felix to Trevor and Fred. He had to FaceTime Mitch, Becks, Emily and Max,Sarah and Charlie, every person he knew. He never wanted to leave Felix, even tried getting him to come to the bathroom with him. He would lay on the floor beside him while he napped, pull him into his arms for pets, dangle a toy over his head, or run around in the yard, trying to get him to follow. Felix was a little overwhelmed at times, often quiet and reserved, unsure about the toys and people around him, but that didn’t stop Taylour. He was determined to be that pup’s best friend no matter what.

Auston found Tia in the kitchen checking her e-mail. Some Disney movie Taylour long ago lost interest in plays in the background, he uses the noise to sneak up in front of her. He presses himself into her and chuckles when she jumps.

Droplets of water fall from his hair and splatter on her shoulder, the towel that hangs loosely over his hips rubs against her thigh.

“He’s so happy.” Auston places a gentle kiss on her temple.

She peers out the glass doors to Taylour who is sitting on a lounger with Felix in his lap. She doesn’t know what he is saying, but he constantly laughs and places kisses to his head. Her heart is about to explode. She lets out a contentious sigh and rests her arms on his shoulders, aimlessly fiddling with the metal wrapped around his neck. “I’m so happy we did this.”

“Me too.” Auston tugs at her pony and tilts her head back, then places a kiss on her lips. “I love you, babe.”

“I love you, too.”

Tia is expecting another kiss on her lips, only Auston ducks down and starts sucking along her neck.

“Auston.” She tries to scold him, only to shriek when he grabs a handful of ass from under her damp bathing suit.

“I want to kiss my girlfriend without a little parrot announcing it.”

“I know.” Tia sighs, because he has been announcing it - six times so far. “But we should go to our boys.”

Our boys.

Auston loves the way that sounds and even though it’s only been a couple hours he can’t wait until their family grows even more.

“They’re fine, Fred and Trevor have it under control. “Besides, you have a boy here who needs you.” He rolls her hips over his slowly growing erection and carves his nails into her flesh.

“Auston.” She playfully swats at his chest, letting out a breathy laugh.

“I told you to add fucking me to your list of things to do today,” he growls.

His fingers trail over her skin, pricked with goosebumps, until they find the bows that are holding up the barely-there bikini bottoms. His fingers tangle in and he begins to tug, loosening the knot.

“It’s like 4 pm.” It’s a futile attempt. They both know it.

Having heard no reason to stop, Auston quickly hoists her onto the counter. The towel drops to the floor as he presses her knees apart. He gently teases his fingertips past the seam of her lips, sending a ripple of goosebumps up her spine.

She wants to give in.

She can’t help it.

She spent too much time without him, her heart (among other things) physically ached for him and his touch. She never wants to be without it again, never wants to crave his physical touch like she did.

Following the hitch in her breath, two fingers slide inside, and are greedily welcomed by her heat. She arches toward his electric touch and his mouth moves toward the sweet spot below her ear.

It barely takes two minutes before a slew of curse words roll off Tia’s tongue. The air between them gets sticky and Auston licks up her neck. She can see the bulge beneath his bathing suit, rapidly swelling as he continues to stroke her inner walls. Through the pleasureful haze Tia barely manages to get her fingers under the waist band.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Auston purrs against her neck, teeth nipping at her warm skin. Pressure builds inside her – everywhere – as Auston pets her silky inner walls. “I’m gonna bend you over this counter.” Auston’s breath is hot and heavy against her skin, fanning over her in hypnotic waves. “Kitchen’s gonna be so dirty we’ll need a hazmat team.”

Tia shudders. Her cheeks colour pink.

She wraps a leg around his hip and pulls him close. His left hand immediately finds her thigh and runs up and down. Fingerprints are left on her hips; bright red scratch marks decorate his shoulders. He’s hungry and he won’t stop until he’s had his fill of her.

“That’s what you want, right?” All thoughts disappear from her mind when his thumb starts caressing her swollen clit. Every part of her is consumed by him, and she struggles to even breathe. “To use my cock to christen this place, huh?” Her breasts bounce following every thrust, threatening to spill out of the stringy bikini top any moment. Little butterflies dance in her belly. She is barely keeping it together and Auston can tell. “M’gonna fuck you so hard a black light will break in here.”

“Mngh.” Tia chokes out, as if her tongue is glued to the top of her mouth.

“Let my friends hear.” Auston encourages her. He spits in his hand then it disappears, slathering his cock in saliva. She shudders when his warm erection nudges against her throbbing clit. “Cum baby. Show them how good I make you feel.”

Auston kneads at her fraying nerve as his breath gets hotter and heavier against her skin. They are so absorbed by the coil tightening in her belly, her release building and building -

“AUSTON!” Ema howls, absolutely horrified.

Nothing would get Auston to stop. Nothing, except his mother would get him to stop.

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mewtwowarrior · 5 months ago

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In honor of Tron Day, here's my project for my Tron OC Ark that I've been working on or a while now!

I used this base with some modifications to it for everything:

Iyzel Reaar's F2U Female Ref Base

The main modifications I did were to mirror half of it so I didn't have to figure out how to draw the circuits twice, erase certain features I'm not sure Basic programs have, and make the lines solid.

I used Windows 11 Paint's line and shape tools to draw the circuits, with adding a few pixels here and there when needed.

I used the GNU Image Manipulation Program for a lot of the color editing I did and for layering the textures.

The first two are Ark's base circuits, along with the red rectified version of them for Mars.

I used my friend @quesadillawizard's art and design for Ark - Ark's circuits are based off ones from the DS version of Evolution and Wolfy added more features to them.

I used the reference he made for me to make the circuits and referenced this sketch as well.

The next two are the Tron/Renegade circuits from Uprising, in both gray and black, as seen in the show.

@tucatalog was super helpful for references!

I mainly used two posts of theirs:

I looked at a few others as well, but I have a list of 50+ of their posts and were flipping between them, so I'm not entirely sure which others I used.

The next two are Grid scar versions of the Tron/Renegade circuits.

In Ark's backstory, she was captured and tortured by the Occupation. I've played around with different scar configurations for her and I love the idea of them literally carving the Tron circuits out/off of her.

I decided to do a little something different for the scars, I've tried another technique that wasn't much fun, and I'm not sure how to mimic the scars from Uprising.

So, I took some textures I got from Etsy and layered them over each other to try to make something interesting.

Textures I used:

Gemstone Crush

Iridescent Textures

Glassy Textures

Iridescent Glass

Sparkly Glitter

Fake Glitter Particles

I'm not sure if most of these came through, I figured out the glitter ones did a lot of the heavy lifting I wanted, so they're the most visible ones and the ones on top.

Anyway, one is just the Renegade scars and the other is the scars overlaid on Ark's circuits.

The last two are the circuits and scars over a skintone for circumstances when Ark ends up in the User world.

I like the thought of program circuits being barely visible in the User world, with just a hint of faint iridescence when the light hits them just right.

One of the textures from this pack fit my idea fairly well, so that's what I used:

Iridescent Textures

The scars are the ones I made earlier with a skin tone color overlay to make them blend in.

This is what I started this project for, as I wanted a visual for an RP and a potential fic.

I've done a smaller scale version of this before, that time I made the scars by repeatedly scribbling over the circuits with multiple different colors, which hurt my hand, lol:

Anyway, that's my project! It's not perfect, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out!

A big thanks to @quesadillawizard and @proto-actual for looking them over!

Happy Tron Day!

#Tron #Tron Legacy #Tron Uprising #Renegade #Tron OC #Ark #Tron: Legacy #Tron: Uprising #OC #OCs #idea bag #my art

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iolaussharpe-24 · 30 days ago

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I miss my dad.

His favorite movies were Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark and The Searchers. He loved westerns and treasure hunt movies.

He collected toys and movies and weights. Some of the last movies he took me and my mom to see were Dial of Destiny, Equalizer 3, and The Meg 2.

The last things I bought him were a couple action figures. The Melina and Red Guardian 2pack from Black Widow, because he liked Rachel Weisz, for his birthday and a McFarlane Riddler from the 60s Batman series because he'd collected so many of those figures and sets and he didn't have that one.

The last thing he gave me was a book I wanted for my birthday, Araña and Spider-Man 2099: Dark Tomorrow. A year later and I still haven't finished it. I probably never will.

I miss his smile. He was nice to everyone and almost never stopped smiling. We'd go places and people he'd seen maybe once or twice would recognize him right away.

I miss how he'd always try to make me laugh. He'd do funny faces and gestures and tell me about things he'd heard or seen or done in the funniest way he could.

He always did everything he could to show that he loved me and my mom.

He was an artist and a drummer. He could sit and doodle while on a conference call and it would look like professional comic art.

We'd sing in the car together to songs we knew. Especially if there were two parts to sing along with. Sometimes we'd alternate which part we were singing just so we'd both get to do each bit. Some of the songs we did that with were I'll Be Missing You, Nothing's Gonna Stop Us, X, Man in the Mirror, and so many others.

We played Little Wonders, Not All Heroes Wear Capes, At Last, Yesterday, and My Way at his memorial. I picked the first two because he really liked Little Wonders and he cried the first time I played Not All Heroes Wear Capes on Father's Day for him.

He was the strongest person I've ever known. That's a fact. He was diagnosed at stage four and given a year to live. He almost made two. He was a bodybuilder when he was young and he never lost his muscles. Even when he got older and stopped lifting weights. Even when his knees went bad and his shoulder tore. Even when the chemo wore his body down. His muscles never softened. Even when the skin around them did.

When I found him, he was still just as strong as ever. And he was still smiling for us.

#dia de los muertos #my first dia de los muertos #i miss my dad #may delete this later idk #i'm depressed again #personal #do not repost #do not reblog

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scribeforchrist-blog · 4 months ago

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Slowing Down The Flow

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ 1 Corinthians 6:14 And God raised the Lord and will also raise us up by his power.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Joshua 7:20 Achan replied, “It is true! I have sinned against the Lord, the God of Israel. This is what I have done:

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SUBJECT: Slowing Down The Flow

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM LISTENING TO GOD

I AM HEARING HIS VOICE

I AM OBEYING GOD

I AM CONTENT

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READ TIME : 8 Minutes & 6 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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The power of God will stop moving in our lives when we don’t let go of the sin we are participating in; sometimes, even a person we have in our life can cut the flow of the anointing. I have seen it with my own eyes. God has told some of us to get rid of someone or stop hanging out with this group or stop doing this particular sin.

When this happens, we need to remove them from our lives with great haste because if not, the anointing flowing will start to move slowly or not at all; sometimes, it's hard to let go of people in our lives. Still, I have noticed that if we keep nurturing the very people in our lives or the sin, we will start losing more of his anointing. Some of us try to make people stay who don’t want to stay because we feel this great attachment to them, BUT LET THEM GO !

Those very people will cause us trouble, friends; I had to cut people off that I knew weren’t good for me, and I thought they meant no harm, but the Holy Spirit was saying they were ; we have to understand when God says move that means move not for us to drag our feet but to move immediately.

God had shown me twice this individual not to trust, and each time, I would beg for this person to stay or to come back and while I was trying to keep someone in my life God was removing them, but I kept putting them back in my life , see the world isn’t going to talk about the judgment of God or the unrighteous living or even about what God has asked us not to do because people want to keep everything hidden away but friends the more we hide what we are doing, the more we hide what we shouldn’t have the more we are injuring ourselves in the spirit. It doesn’t matter if it’s a person or a sin; he said to let go of whatever he’s saying to remove it and do it now.

We are going to look at this chapter backward, but it's going to make sense once you see it

Joshua 7:20-21 Achan replied, “It is true! I have sinned against the Lord, the God of Israel. This is what I have done: 21 When I saw in the plunder a beautiful robe from Babylonia, I coveted them and took them. They are hidden in the ground inside my tent, with the silver underneath.”

Achan was hiding a simple robe, two hundred shekels, and a bar of gold under the ground of his tent, and not only that, with the silver underneath. See earlier in this story, he was told not to take anything. Verse 11: “Israel has sinned; they have violated my covenant, which I commanded them to keep. They have taken some of the devoted things; they have stolen, they have lied, and they have put them with their possessions. “

They were told not to take anything, and not only did they take and hide it, but they also lied; God said they violated the covenant; the only way this was found out was Joshua went to the lord in prayer, that’s why every day we must ask God what am I doing that’s not of you, what am I doing that’s not pleasing to you, and he will let you know.

Verse 6: Then Joshua tore his clothes and fell facedown to the ground before the ark of the Lord, remaining there until evening. The elders of Israel did the same and sprinkled dust on their heads.

But look at what happened to them, and this is all because of one thing, verse 4-5 So about three thousand went up; but they were routed by the men of Ai, who killed about thirty-six of them. They chased the Israelites from the city gate as far as the stone quarries and struck them down on the slopes. At this, the people's hearts melted in fear and became like water.”

This is what the Holy Spirit is trying to show us today when we meddle in things we shouldn't. Judgment will come when we do things he tells us not to do, and some people say, "Oh, the judgment of God isn’t real today. It is my friends; it's not so quick because of grace, and we better thank God for it every day, but the things that God is asking you not to do, don’t do it, friends, step away and leave it alone.

I can say I spend a lot of time by myself alone because that’s where God has me right now. God isn’t asking us to do anything we can't do; he's not asking us to do anything too hard; he's asking us to do something that he told us not to do, but when we dwell in the presence of God, we must understand that the requirements for our lives are stricter than anyone else's. Do you see what happened ? They were told not to, and because of the Achan's great sin, look at what it cost them.

Sometimes, we lose more than we gain when we stay in sin or keep people and things in our life that God is saying no to , and all this happen because of one man's sin; many lost their lives in this story ; and it so many people's hands are tied to our lives, and how we act and what we do means a lot, we have to stop thinking that we can do whatever we like with our lives when we want to live under open heaven ,when we want to live in the presence of God or when we want to live a holy life sometimes we must walk away from what we want for God.

Matthew 4:4 But he answered, “It is written, “‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.’”

We can try to live by our ways or the ways of this world, but friends, God is calling us to something higher than this. If God asks you to stop talking to someone to remove people and things from your lives, people of God, friends, we must do it; we can’t say we follow God and are constantly doing the opposite of what he asked of us.

***Today, we learned about what happened to Achan and the Israelites, and a lot of this could been avoided if he had not hidden the robes and other things under the ground of his tent. We might say this wasn’t worth it, we might shame Achan for what he did, but we can’t shame him when we do the same thing we disobey because we feel it won’t harm anyone or anything, but friends what we do that’s disobedient to God is a major deal.

What are you hiding? What are you doing that’s the opposite of what God is saying to you. God is asking us to be obedient even if it’s hard, even if it doesn’t make sense, and even if the world is saying it’s okay, we must learn to hear the voice of God and obey him!

©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for the life you gave us and for never leaving or forsaking us; lord, please forgive us if we aren’t obedient. Forgive us if we choose the wrong things or people to listen to. Lord, help us hear you when you speak and help us be honorable to you. And obedient. Lord, we thank you for everything,and ask you to help us hear your voice when you speak in Jesus' Name. Amen

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+ 1 John 2:20 But you have been anointed by the Holy One, and you all know.

+ 1 Timothy 6:1 Let all under a yoke as bondservants regard their masters as worthy of all honor, so that the name of God and the teaching may not be reviled.

+ 2 Corinthians 6:14 Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness?

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 8

Leviticus 8

Habakkuk 1

Esther 6

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xitty · 11 months ago

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I'm bad at remembering what happened during the year except for Ensemble Stars and I love a lot of what we got.

Altered and Blackbird Oh my god. This was something I couldn't have even dreamed getting. There's so much in it... like Eichi calling Wataru by his first name for the first time, all the additions to past lore, that Rei scene with Tsumugi, Natsume admitting he wanted to be like Eichi, Nagisa again reminding ex-fine had good times too, Wataru bragging about his love life and THIS line from Eichi.

And the whole of Blackbird. Everything about it. Aaaaaaaa~

And Dawning Angels! New ex-fine/fine-O song! And I love it's performed in current time, not in the past. Again something I didn't ever even dared to dream. Twilight Pentagram is great too.

Angelic Grace This song has become almost as dear to me as Feathers of Ark, it's such a beautiful song. ❤️ Aaaaaa, I love fine so much!!!

Atlantis and Element too, Atlantis had great moments for Tori, interesting ones for Wataru and stressful few days for fineP. xD Oh and Eichi and Yuzuru were funny in it. :D And Dreaming Ocean is such a cute song and the MV so pretty! Element was nice to get animated again, it's great they took bits from Wonder Game and added Blackbird as last episode to make it fuller experience. Oh and hey, MVs for Genuine Revelation and Eccentric Party Night! <3

Knight Killers This was a surprise, Crush of Judgment getting MV and a new Knight Killers story and cards... Can we get a new song for them too? (It's kinda amazing Nazuna and Eichi are in the same temp unit and they have even reunited TWICE now.)

Oh and hey that Hiyori 3* card story where Hiyori, Nagisa, Eichi and Tsumugi played boardgames the whole day. ❤️ Exactly something I've been wanting for.

In non-fine stuff:

Double Face WTF. Waaaaahhh I haven't still completely digested the unit is no more. At least they left us with a banger in the form of Nebula.

New Adam and Eve songs! Again something I wasn't expecting, I thought the Eden subunits would be just mentions in stories at this point.

And Alkaloid's Black Out See Saw surprised me, what a bold song. Definitely one of the best I've heard this year. And the best Valkyrie song came out, Meikyuu Denshi Kairo!!

Oh and a few mentions for scout stories. I loved Biblion and Scorpio's Venom and Kaoru being a good senpai in them, Manga Club was fun because damn they won Eiichiro Oda's autograph, Fair Waltz gave us Eichi doing fighting moves and of course there was the Kanata & co. lookback (with the most adorable Souma card).

Obviously I liked a lot more stuff but this is getting long...

P.S. Oh and actually the last two cover songs which I love dearly, i.e. Starlight Parade and Yoru ni kakeru, came out too.

#ensemble stars #what do i even tag here #enstars highlights #it's just me loving fine mostly but ok #about DF... what if madara quit being MaM and kohaku left C:B and they just kept going as less murderous DF...?#ok no i don't really want kohaku to leave C:B but wouldn't that have been a bold move

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sunny6677 · 3 months ago

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RAMBLE ABOUT MY DAY

Morning was the same as usual. Humid out, beautiful looking view. I didn't see my friends cat today tho.

The bus arrived, I rode on it and drew the usual stuff (drew the Tom stuff, and then another redraw cuz I forgot to). Got dropped off at school a little later and took this while on the bus still.

I packed two colas for lunch this morning since I wanted something different from Gatorade, and just drank some cola while making a bunch of polls and watching tiktoks til it was time for Psychology.

In Psychology, we discussed addiction and some people chimed in with their own experiences or questions about it. My teacher also approved of a suggestion I made so I got happy. Then I made test corrections during Advisory, and played Roblox when I was done.

And then in Spanish, we took notes about a story over a really sweet heroic dog named Wilson who they lost while searching for missing children in Colombia. It was pretty heart breaking the whole time as I was listening, and most of my classmates seemed pretty upset about Wilson possibly being dead. We're gonna analyze a Spanish song tomorrow because we didn't get to today like we usually do for Wednesdays.

In Chemistry, we did our bellringer and then took some notes over chemical properties. There was also an ant in my journal. Someone ended up squashing it for me though and I felt really bad afterwards.

In Technology, we practiced animation, and I finished pretty quickly with a slightly choppy 24 frame animation of a ball bouncing. And I just kinda spent the rest of the class watching random stuff on YouTube and playing Roblox til we had to go. I also got hugged twice by my friend today so my touch starved ass is feeling great./lh

Then at lunch, nothing much really happened—I played roblox, with one of my friends joining in as I played Natural Disaster cuz we added eachother on there yesterday. And we all kinda joked around the whole time, with one of my friends randomly sitting in my seat when I went to throw my food away, and I just saw them saying "HI I'M [REAL NAME] I'M A LESBIAN AND I LIKE SPOOKY MONTH THATS IT" in a heavy ass accent. Made me giggle even after lunch was over lol.

Then in English we read a little more of our book which.. kinda had some slurs in it?? It was said by a really immature brat of a character so it's obviously not normalized in the book but still jsndsnns. We played Blooket afterwards though and I kept laughing while stealing from other people—and I was also doing pretty good already cuz I'm good with English anyway.

In Theater I sat with my partners from yesterday, and we went over plans for the skit. It's basically gonna be like a peaceful salonist doing a Karen's nails only for her to get pissy cuz she lost her job, then a happy go lucky customer walks in and it turns out they're happy cuz they happened to take the woman's job jsnsns. I also complimented one of them because they had a trans flag on their backpack and he said he made it himself.

And then in Geometry, it was just kinda boring but at least a little more quiet than yesterday. I think I did somewhat better on my assessments online today, so that's at least good.

And finally for World History, I worked on annotations and reading and writing for documents regarding the Noah's Ark flood. This one dude kept complimenting me the whole time cuz of how fast I write and how well I read. And he kept calling me smart. It felt nice but I wasn't sure how to reply so I was kinda quiet the whole time jdndns. That's kinda it tho. We were able to finish before the bell rung luckily so no work for me tomorrow I guess unless we do something.

Other photos I took today

#ramble

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ruleofbirds · 8 months ago

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𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚕𝚘𝚐_𝟶𝟸.𝟷

Moa's Ark & Zealandia

https://www.nzonscreen.com/title/moas-ark-1990/series

Moa's Ark (1990s TV series) opening animation. It was during the 90's that scientists formulated the "Zealandia" protocontinent theory and complexity of how species migrated over time, putting the last nail in the coffin of the idea that everyone got a free ride over on a piece of Australia. Going through Aotearoa's natural history doco archives has been a lot of fun.

Hello again! I took a bit of a break in posting long- form updates, but I think there's enough on my mind for a second batch of posts this week. After that there will again just be small updates on the Instagram until May - when I may have some sort of concept media for the sim to show off. For now I'll aim for a focused peek into a couple of aspects of it as usual.

This post is going to be all about the Moa, the species that got me hooked on this project. It's also going to be about species variation, and the tension between scientific accuracy and visual accessibility.

Moa skeletal reconstitutions at Te Papa Tongarewa, Museum of New Zealand.

A couple of interesting facts about the moa;

-We currently classify them as nine species. Here is a full catalog of every time someone thought they'd found a new one:

-Within many species, female moa can be more than twice the size of males (yes, this is one reason so many moa "species" were identified)

-Moa are unique in that they had no wings (not even the kiwi's tiny t-rex stubs) and, thank goodness because so many NZ species can be traced back to evolving from Australian fauna, their closest past relatives are South American tinamous rather than the emu.

-They also got a bad wrap for their past perception as tall, emu- like, big dumb grass grazers. Actually, while they're nowhere near as smart as multi-sense-foraging kiwi, they could identify and feast on a whole variety of twigs, herbs, leaves and berries - most of which were found in the more common forest than grassland.

This is why they have a bulky build and head-forward posture (until kinda recently, museum curators tended to give them that tall, emu/giraffe like posture, even adding extra vertebrae for show.)

Whanganui Regional Museum (This isn't close to the worst examples)

So; how do I even begin to approach the scope, as well as potential uncertainty, of data we have on the Moa?

Here's one way: Oversimplification!

Screenshots from Godot editor & runtime previews for compatibility (web) mode and forward+ (basically more shaders) renderer. The camera is RTS- style; getting the runtime shots was a bit finnicky.

I've started to build low-poly models in Blender for the fauna, which in the future I'd love to rig for animation and get super technical with appearance variation. For now I'll focus on the system for placing them in the right biome and basic pathing behaviour, and the Moa will be a North Island giant moa based vaguely off this model for an AR national park exhibit: https://moaparkotorohanga.wordpress.com/2014/07/08/a-collection-of-moa-feedback-from-trevor-worthy-and-lizzy-perrett/

While I'm not working directly on the simulator for the next while, I am building this 2D tool to represent the moa's species variation; it is *incredibly* helpful to have just set up a system where I can add and edit instances of a broader Moa "class", and I'm looking forward to giving each species its visual character (the main creative liberty I'll be taking is colour coding from grey to brown to communicate which of New Zealand's islands each species populated, as well as their preferred biome (there's 3 main ones: subalpine mountain, wet podocarp forest, dry forest/ lowland)

Moa "collection" project at time of writing.

If this exercise has highlighted anything though, it's just how difficult it is to reduce life's complexities to a single shape that represents a single numeric value. Those who read my last posts may remember that any given moa species' size may have varied over time and with temperature, (generally bigger during ice ages and smaller out of them) along altitude, (generally bigger and bulkier higher up) and just within species based on how they adapted to any given place. Not to mention the relatively massive lady moa.

And since we're only working with what's left of them all - the only intact gizzard samples proving that whole diet theory, and most of the remains we have to work with, are those found in Pyramid Valley in Canterbury (a swamp with surrounding mosaic of vegetation and forest) - who knows how to truly depict what life was like tens of thousands of years ago.

From the Moa book by Quinn Berentson

A very cursed JavaScript "spreadsheet".

So, very long-winded post. I hope you found something interesting within! Something that made you think about nature's craziness maybe. I meant to get across just how much there is to scientific communication, and I barely touched on how I aim to keep the overall narrative in focus (or basically be aware of it.)

I can't wait to work on this more collaboratively, with folks who really know their stuff about ecology and the cultural aspects of Aotearoa - I think the potential for collaboration and education is what's keeping me going with this project.

Until next time ! - here's some of my highlights from a trip to the Zealandia ecosanctuary.

Kia hora te marino

Kia whakapapa pounamu te moana

Hei huarahi mā tātou i te rangi nei

Aroha atu, aroha mai

Tātou i a tātou katoa

Hui e! Tāiki e!

May peace be widespread

May the sea be like greenstone

A pathway for us all this day

Let us show respect for each other

For one another

Bind us all together!

#devlog #gamedev #indiedev #programming #birblr #moss #plants #aotearoa #oceania #natural history #nature #godot engine #javascript #ecology #science

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fake-f1-news · 2 years ago

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God “Would Have Thought Twice” About Creating Universe if Michael Schumacher Was Around

The possibly fictional character God would have had second thoughts about creating the entire universe, had Michael Schumacher been around approximately 14 billion years ago, according to Mercedes CEO Toto Wolff.

“You may have heard me recently, agreeing with Ralf Schumacher that Guenther Steiner of Haas fame would have treated Mick a bit differently last season, had his father, Michael Schumacher, been in the paddock. However, merely extending Mick’s contract at Haas by 17 years wouldn’t have been the limit of the seven time world champion’s powers. I dare say, that God fella might well have reconsidered creating the entire universe as we know it, had Michael been around at the time.”

Mr Schumacher after witnessing God put a few too many clouds in the sky for his liking.

“Just look at 2005. Whilst Michael bravely took his only win of the season at the US GP, Mr Steiner’s then-team, Red Bull, withdrew from the race before it had even started. Had Michael been driving for Red Bull back then, maybe Mr Steiner, Mr Horner, or whoever decided on these things at Red Bull in 2005, would have reconsidered withdrawing from the race. You can’t prove they wouldn’t!”

When asked about the possibility of Michael stopping the big bang, should the universe have been created that way, Mr Wolff responded:

“Yes, I certainly believe that the chemical reactions in the atmosphere would have blooming well stopped themselves, had Michael merely given them a disapproving look. Who knows? Maybe human evolution would have reassessed the idea of putting the tongue between the teeth, had evolution been involved with a chinwag with Michael.”

Ralf Schumacher agreed with Mr Wolff.

“God told Noah to save 2 of each animal on his ark. Had my brother Michael been around, I think he’d have had something to say about that. 2 of EVERY animal? Including spiders? Why are we saving snakes, particularly the poisonous ones?! Yes, I think the world would be a much safer place, had Michael been around at these key moments in history!”

#F1 #Formula 1 #Formula One #Michael Schumacher #Toto Wolff #ralf Schumacher

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agentark88 · 2 years ago

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Think: A Quirkless Ending

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: This work contains mild language and violence.

(Ending 7 of 8)

A Quirkless Ending

“You’re shaking so badly, child. Allow me to take your worries away. It’s this quirk of yours, isn’t it? Is it too much pressure for you?” All for One said, his voice growling out from Shigaraki’s chapped lips.

“N-no,” you stuttered out, getting into a defensive stance. “You won’t take my quirk from me. Not before I stop you.”

“You can barely keep standing. What makes you think you can fight me, Anna Kokoro?” All for One pushed. “You were too afraid to do anything when I swatted your friends away like flies. What’s changed?”

He was right. You were terrified, almost too petrified to move. You went to move and a stream of energy came forth from his fingertips. Your breath caught in your throat as you had barely caught the barbs in suspended air with your quirk. Two in front and three behind. All for One chuckled out of Shigaraki’s body.

“Ah, you might be more of a challenge than I anticipated. Let’s see how long your quirk can last against me, shall we?” he asked.

All for One retracted the spears of energy, sending out a radio shockwave that rattled your mind. You hissed out in pain, staggering back. All for One took the opportunity to send a blast of yellow energy at you, and you stopped it just short of sending you clear off of Gigantomachia's back.

“Interesting.” All for One got closer and closer, as you fought off attack after attack.

You gasped as your found yourself inches from Shigaraki, his hand reaching out toward your face. Exhausted and overexerted from shielding from an onslaught of attacks, there was nothing left of your quirk to use, nothing that you could bring forth to force him away.

“Don’t be frightened. Your quirk will be used for something greater,” All for One stated. He grabbed your face, and you clawed at his fingers.

Red energy pulsed, ripped, and sucked at your mind. Your quirk was being pulled from you, taken. Seconds. It took seconds. You shivered as it was finally disconnected from you. Your eyes rolled back up into your head.

…

You jolted upright, grabbing for anything to stabilize you. The cleanly smell of antiseptic hit your nose first. The white walls made your stomach churn. Hospital. You were in the hospital.

It was quiet. It was so quiet, eerily quiet. Your fingers trembled as they reached for your head. You didn’t feel it. You didn’t feel your quirk there anymore. The distant buzz was gone, the constant need to ensure that you weren’t reading someone’s mind was gone.

You resisted the urge to rip out your IV. Instead, you stood up from your hospital cot, pulling the equipment attached to you weakly with you. You peered out into the hallway, hearing murmuring voices come from the next room over.

Your eyes widened when you saw a purple silhouette exit one of the neighboring rooms. Shinso’s violet gaze met yours. He blinked at you once or twice, disbelief clear in his expression, then he rushed to you. His arms were around you before you could speak.

“I thought he had killed you,” he choked out. “I thought I had lost you forever.”

You hugged him back, as clunky as it was to do so attached to so much equipment. You were shaking. Tears pooled in your eyes.

“What happened?” you asked, but you already knew.

Shinso’s embrace tightened. “I think you’ll need to sit down first.”

“Tell me,” you gasped out, lip quivering.

Hitoshi hesitated to answer you, but he wouldn’t outright deny your request. “Shigaraki escaped. He stole your quirk.”

…Ten Years Later…

“Pay attention students. These questions will be on Friday’s test,” you announced, etching out the equation in chalk on the board. If they understood how important this was, you were certain they wouldn’t be so distracted.

“What does it matter? It’s not like we’re going to use math like this in the real world. You’re just having us learn it because the quirkless normies have to do it in their schools. Heroes don’t need to know all this crap,” Nakaya spat. He kicked his feet up on his desk, reminding you of Bakugo as a youth. He had spiky blue hair that looked like your old classmate’s too.

You paused with the chalk still in your hand. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten the importance of planning, or how much you like using your support items in the field. What if you needed to crack a code to stop a villain’s bomb before it detonated? All of these things would not be possible to solve without equations, numbers. Not everything is thwarted with strength or dumb luck.” You let your hand fall down to your side, seeing Nakaya’s reflection in the corner of your glasses. He was off balance, putting all of his weight on the back of his chair. A little force would certainly have him reeling back. “Angles are also important,” you continued, calculating at which exact angle you would need to hit his chair to have it slip out from under him.

You started to etch the trajectory on the board, showing the class your plan before enacting it. A few of the brighter well-behaved students began to murmur as they started to put it together, weight distribution, an object, velocity, impact. It was all coming together. You circled back to your desk, grasping one of your weighted hero projectiles from a drawer. You held it in your hand as if it were an ordinary stress ball, then with little effort you whipped the support item at the back end of Nakaya’s chair. He yelped as it was just enough to tip him over, and he crashed dramatically to the floor.

You pointed back up at the board. “As you can see, planning your next move using strategy and simple mathematics can allow you to have the upper hand over any adversary that you might encounter.” You continued writing out the rest of the prep questions for the end of the week’s test. “It is also important to remember that being quirkless does not mean being incapable of doing great things. Quirkless individuals can be a hero too. Math and science are huge factors in allowing those of us without natural-born gifts to surpass those of us who refuse to pay attention in class." You continued to scroll out the rest of the formulas. “Take me for example. I lost my quirk in the early stages of being a student at this school, and I was still able to become a Pro Hero thanks to my inventive mind and support items.”

Nakaya clicked his tongue, scoffing as he collected himself off the ground. He sat properly back up in his seat, and you considered how proud Aizawa would have been to see such a feat accomplished.

The door suddenly burst open, and you turned, hand already reaching toward the drawer with your utility belt. You relaxed when you saw Midoriya standing at the door, freckled face flushed and worried.

“S-sorry, I thought I heard a loud bang, and I thought maybe you were in trouble, Miss Kokoro.”

A few of the students snickered and laughed.

“Mr. Midoriya to the rescue,” one of the girl students cooed.

Midoriya’s face got redder, and he started stuttering again. “I-I was only trying to assist if needed.” He adjusted his green tie that complimented his brown plaid suit. He had to start wearing support gloves so he wasn’t in pain constantly from the damage he had caused his arms and hands in the past. They poked out from under his sleeves, an intricate mess of silver mechanics and red wires.

“I’m fine, Midoriya. Thank you for checking in,” you responded to him warmly. “I was just teaching one of my students the importance of strategic planning.”

Midoriya glanced at the board, muttering to himself about the calculations. He turned to Nakaya, having deduced where you’d thrown the projectile. “Oh, I see.” Midoriya cleared his throat. “I suppose I should be leaving—”

The U.A. security alarm began to blare, and red lights flashed throughout the room and hallway.

“Is this a drill?” Midoriya asked.

“It’s not in the schedule,” you said firmly. “Students, orderly exit the classroom to the designated safety areas! Mr. Midoriya please help guide other students calmy through the hallways.” You scrambled through your drawers, picking out support items and hooking your hero utility belt around your evening teacher’s dress.

When you looked up again, the students were uncertain of whether or not to leave you. These were only first years after all. They hadn’t been in your classes for very long either. “This is not a drill. You need to move.” You flicked out your retractable staff.

Nakaya rolled his eyes. “Bet it’s just a damn drill.”

Some of the students started filtering out of the classroom to your relief. You counted them on the way out to make sure no one had left for the restroom or to the nurse’s office. As you counted the tenth student, an explosion rattled the building. Nakaya jolted away from the noise. You slid out in front of your retreating students as another explosion made the classroom tremble. You spun your staff out in front of you, preparing for combat. The wall burst open with the next explosion. A wave of fire hurled toward you.

You jumped back, bumping into Nakaya as you went for your belt. With split-second reflexes you found your subzero projectile and tossed it out. The ice and fire combined together in a cloud of steam. You grabbed Nakaya by the arm, urging him for the door. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched a man casually walk through the open wall. The villain was dressed in a pristine white suit, not a mark on him. His blond hair was slicked back, and his beard was well-trimmed. His blue eyes observed you with interest as he raised an eyebrow.

“Hailey, it appears you may have miscalculated that last explosion,” he said, adjusting his tie. “I don’t believe this was the correct room. This one is quirkless.” His eyes shined with purple energy. “Ah, wait. Something there is dormant. No, definitely quirkless.” He tutted sharply. “Heavens, I tell you every time to watch where you use your quirk. It defeats the element of surprise.

From the smoke, came a lightning quick villainess, propelled by explosive fire. Without you even being able to lift your staff, her hand was around your neck. Smoke came from her nostrils, and her fingers burned like hot iron. You stifled a cry.

“This is the one,” she hissed. “Two to go.”

She held all of her weight forward as if she never stopped moving. Even now, she was pushing you back toward the door. She had silver eyes and slicked back black hair. You used her momentum, twisting your body and her weight forward. She growled when you hooked a cuff to one of her wrists on the way down. She moved too fast for you to get the other on her. Her hands were on you again as she maneuvered out of the throw, catching herself and pivoting.

Before she could lay her hands back on your skin again, a flash of green crossed your vision. Then, the woman was gone. You watched in awe as the fire quirk villain had been launched back at the formally dressed man. Suddenly, you were being held securely in place by a muscular freckled arm. Midoriya’s entire suit had been ripped up the sleeve, suggesting he had just used One for All to launch the villain, Hailey, into oblivion. His support glove whirred and adjusted. Midoriya winced.

“Sorry. I circled back when I heard the explosion. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, looking over incredulously at the two villains that had single-handedly just been knocked unconscious. “Thanks for the save.”

“Of course. I would never just leave you in danger.” Midoriya’s green eyes moved down to your neck, and he gasped. “Are you really okay? She burned you. Let me take you to the nurse’s office.” He lifted you up into his arms to carry you out, and you immediately started to squirm out.

“No, no, I’m fine.” Between the struggle to get out of Midoriya’s gentle grasp, you noticed U.A. security picking up the unconscious villains. The alarms almost simultaneously stopped squawking. “Really, Midoriya. This is not necessary.”

Midoriya had barely taken a step outside the classroom, and the giggles started up immediately. Several of the returning students were staring at the two of you. Your face blossomed into a blush. Midoriya froze with you still very much in his arms. Having been unable to escape, you resorted to covering your face with your hand.

“Please put me down,” you murmured.

Midoriya finally obliged, and you dusted the front of your dress off. Midoriya cleared his throat in embarrassment. The students continued to watch the two of you and gossip, some of them even pulling out their phones to take pictures.

“Return to your classes. That’s enough gawking,” you scolded the lingering students. You rubbed your temples.

“Sorry,” Midoriya apologized.

“You were only trying to help,” you replied.

Your class came sauntering back into the classroom, looking between the two of you with cheeky smiles.

One of the female students boldly started chanting, “Miss Kokoro and Mr. Midoriya sitting in a tree K—”

“Enough.” You didn’t let the student finish, already thoroughly embarrassed over the situation in itself.

“Sorry,” Midoriya apologized to you again, only making matters worse, as the students started conversing about the absurd idea of the two of you having a secret relationship once more.

You gave him a look and his muscular shoulders crowded his ears. He said a “sorry” under his breath, and you waved a hand at him in frustration. You dismissed your students, as the classroom was in ruin, letting them know there would still be a test at the end of the week. Midoriya stood by sheepishly, glancing at you and most likely waiting for all of your students to leave before trying to get you medical attention again.

To your surprise, Nakaya paused in front of you. He scuffed his nose with his knuckle, then shoved both his hands into his pockets. “That was pretty cool, Miss Kokoro,” he admitted under his breath.

You blinked at him in surprise. “What?” you asked, thinking that you must have heard him wrong.

“It was kind of alright the way you threw that villain over you like that. You used her own weight, right? That had to do with that calculating stuff you were rambling on in class about, yeah?” He turned his head away, checking that no one was listening to him compliment you.

“Yes,” you said carefully, waiting for him to flip this on you somehow.

“Think you could explain that next class?” He clicked his tongue. “I mean, I don’t know, maybe I might pay extra attention if you show me how to kick ass like that.”

You attempted but failed to hide your smile. You were proud that he actually was reaching out to you. “First of all, language. Second of all, I will be sure to center next lesson around full-body takedowns. It will highlight the angle advantages too. I appreciate the feedback, Nakaya.”

Nakaya’s eyes seemed to light up, but his face fell when he noticed Midoriya still standing there. “Yeah, whatever, Teach.” He absently kicked his shoe over the ground. “Glad you’re okay. I’m sure a substitute would have been as—”

You gave Nakaya a warning look.

“Assumingly annoying,” he said. He gave you a final wave goodbye, before disappearing with the rest of the class.

You sighed. “You know you don’t have to walk me to the nurse’s office, right?” you asked, tilting your head back toward Midoriya.

“Would you have actually gone if I didn’t wait?” he asked.

“Probably not.”

“Then, it’s a good thing I stuck around.”

You shook your head, nudging him with your elbow. “You sticking around is what keeps starting up rumors about us.”

“I know,” he said guiltily, then he walked you all the way to the nurse’s office.

#mha fanfic #MHA x OC #mha x you #bnha x you #bnha x oc #Quirkless Ending #bnha deku #izuku midoriya #bnha midoriya #mha midoriya #Anna kokoro #annakokoro #mha anna #bnha anna #mha anna kokoro

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nyotasaimiri · 2 years ago

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Arc Two (redux) 65

She went alone this time. It felt right. The Outpost was quiet, all the lights dimmed for night. It was one of the downsides of space travel, Nyota found: her rhythm didn’t often match where she was visiting. It suited her well this time. She did not want to be overheard.

“You feel surprised.” The robed figure was waiting for her on the second floor balcony. As before, she heard their voice twice: in her thoughts and out loud, both at once.

Nyota gestured back at the ladder. “I always expect the rungs to be colder.”

They gave her the kind of silence she had once given Marcy or Isobu when they said something particularly Earth culture. That wonderful brand of whimsical. Then they laughed, a kind of dry subtle shaking of the atmosphere around them instead of the borrowed voices they had used before. “I had never considered it.”

“Most don’t.” Nyota leaned against the wall. “You had an offer for me, before.”

“Straight to business?” It was their turn to be surprised. “You have no questions.”

Nyota closed her eyes, half-smiling. “I already found the answers. My crewmate did a scan of this area. Your energy signature is remarkably similar to the Ark.”

The silence stretched longer, almost long enough for Nyota to wonder if she had offended them. But when they spoke again, they sounded relieved, so deeply relieved that Nyota felt the emotion ache inside her. The white starlike fire she sometimes felt, she had felt since her return to the Ark, it resonated, reached out.

“So we are still a part of it, after all this time,” the figure whispered. “Thank you.” It held out a gloved, closed hand. “As I offered before… You have found the door. You will need a key. Your words give me hope… But I do not need hope for myself. Prove to me that life thrives still, beyond the Ancient works. Not just sentient life.”

Prove? An idea clicked. Nyota pulled her Matter Manipulator out and turned on the display screen, then sent a command to SAIL. A series of short videos began to play. “These are the creatures I have seen and the planets I have visited since I left Earth.”

“Ahh…” The figure leaned close, and Nyota could truly feel the soft, warm pleasure from them as they watched the screen. “So the dream goes on… Good.” They took her hand—theirs was curiously soft, with too much yield for flesh and muscle—and pressed something into her palm, curling her fingers around it. “You cherish life. Take this, and see where it will take you.”

Nyota nodded. “Thank you.” It was some sort of key, grey-brown stone like the pillars near the Ark. She knew they were connected. She could feel it.

“Go,” the figure told her, turning back to watch the sky. “The stars are waiting.”

As Nyota left, she felt, rather than heard, some kind of deep push inside her, too heavy to be words. “Remember us.”

Lumen was waiting for her when she returned. “Wondered where ya got off to.”

Nyota was still too dizzy from the teleporter to speak, but she held out the key. Lumen moved to take it from her and drew back sharply as his hand flared white.

“Gol-dang, Captain, ya found somethin’ big there,” he said, hand and voice shaking like a leaf. Nyota almost couldn’t understand the words under his deep, alarmed drone. “Ain’t even touched it yet and it’s like pokin’ a small sun.”

“Is it?” Nyota found her words, and confusion. She felt nothing odd from the key. It was just stone.

“Sure as eggs are eggs. Hoo…” He shook his head and whistled. His glow started to stabilize, slowly. “It ain’t so strong now. But it felt… mighty familiar for a bit there.”

“Familiar…?” Nyota started to ask how, and a memory stabbed at her.

Lumen caught her arm as she swayed. “Whoa there, ma’am, ya ought to be restin’ more. Musta got knocked ‘round by that Danni hoodlum worse’n we thought.”

Nyota put her hand over his and slowly shook her head. “No, I am… fine. I was just remembering.”

He whistled again, softer, his glow clouding. “Musta been some memory to make ya go like that…”

Her eyes were distant. “I remembered the stars.”

Lumen went quiet. “Stars. Ya did… I dream of stars, sometimes. Sonny too.” He shook his head with a buzzing hum. It sounded like it came from somewhere far away. He reached for the key again and stopped short, but didn’t pull away this time, just watched as his hand responded to its presence by glowing bright again.

“Organic folks say they dream of stars too, but it ain’t our stars. They don’t know our stars. So why’ve I got the feelin’ you do?”

Nyota studied him, looking for some kind of sign, hint, clue of what to say. But she found no answers there. All she could think of was that memory of another place, the great hand curled around her.

“I’ll go rest,” she said softly. “Please tell Arjun that I’ll need his help at the Gate tomorrow.”

#arc two #repost

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ledenews · 7 months ago

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Hinebaugh Hopes Her Community Understands Her Commitment

She’s a mother of eight and a grandmother of 13, and she and her husband have created four businesses from scratch, and they own and maintain nearly 50 rental properties, too. That’s why Wheeling voters have heard Beth Hinebaugh says it over and over again – “I am the most invested candidate in this race for mayor.” And when she’s stated it, she’s meant it. Quite literally. “Those are the main reasons why I got involved in the first place. I thought about it and thought about it, and I talked with a lot of different people, too,” she explained. “Some people thought I should run for the council seat in my ward, but because our companies and our properties are all over town, I’ve been able to see what’s been happening in this city. “I waited until almost the last day to file because I kept thinking about what I really wanted to do, and I think running for mayor was the right thing to do because I believe I believe I can help move this city in the right direction for everyone,” Hinebaugh insisted. “I don’t care if it sounds like a cliché when I say I want my kids and grandkids to live because that’s the truth.” Ed and Beth were married in 2006 and now reside in Ward 4 near Washington Avenue. Hinebaugh is a Wheeling native who served as an officer with the Wheeling Police Department during the 1990s, and since she has worked in healthcare, childcare, and now in private business all the while raising her younger children. Her and her husband opened the Fulton Fun Factory in 2016. “I’ve worked very hard to get where I am and to have the experience I’ve gained through the years. And I think that’s really important when it comes to being the mayor of the city of Wheeling,” Hinebaugh said. “Someone can have all of the best intentions and they can say all the right things and still have no idea how to move in those directions because they’ve not lived it themselves. “I know the people of Wheeling because I’m one of us. That’s all I can say,” she said. “My husband and I have done well for ourselves, but it’s a lot of hard work every single day, and it’s about dealing with difficult situations every day. During the campaign I’ve been doing both and when I get finished knocking on doors during the evenings, I’m exhausted. But this means a lot to me and I hope the voters know that.” Not only has Hinebaugh knocked on thousands of doors in multiple neighborhoods in the city, she’s attended Nailers and Miners games, ate dinners and took part in panels, participated in radio, newspaper, and television interviews, and she’s cleaned up mud and collected flood relief supplies for the residents of Wheeling Island. Hinebaugh was a Wheeling police officer for several years back in the 1990s. The Hinebaughs operate the Noah’s Ark Childcare & Learning Center at 115 South Broadway Street on Wheeling Island, so the threat of flooding is a constant, but the candidate said her volunteer work at the House of Carpenter and in several other Islands area was enlightening. “I’ve always know the residents of Wheeling Island are terrific when the river floods, and trust me, we’re really happy it doesn’t happen very often. But this time is happened twice in less than two weeks,” she said. “I went over both times, and you just saw the fight in people who weren’t going to give up. There were those residents who had never experienced flooding, too, and those poor folks didn’t know what to do. “It just made me think about the people I want to help as the mayor of Wheeling because I was working with them so we could help the people in the middle of the flooding,” Hinebaugh said. “I made me want to be the next mayor even more.” Beth and her husband, Ed, own and operated the Noah's Ark Childcare & Learning Center on Wheeling Island so she is very aware of the issues facing that industry in the state of West Virginia. A Clean Campaign Hinebaugh is one of six candidates running for the Mayor’s Seat in Wheeling, and along with the businesswoman, there are two current council members, a retired city employee, an insurance salesman, and a retired union worker. Each agrees the city needs economic success that leads to population growth, and they concur that issues like homelessness, the drug epidemic, and infrastructure improvements are top priorities, but there are differences, too, that were exposed during their interviews. This past week, though, a number of different political mailers were delivered to some Wheeling residents and the majority were negative against mayoral candidates Dennis Magruder, JT Thomas, and Rosemary Ketchum. The mailed flyer concerning Hinebaugh, however, stated that she’s a lifelong Republican who is a true conservative. “All that is true, but I don’t want anyone to believe I had anything to do with the flyers because I didn’t,” she said. “When they first came out, I was so angry I was shaking, but all of the candidates spoke with each other and thankfully, no one believes I was involved. There’s also been some YouTube videos about most of us, too, and I know complaints have been filed about all of it. Hinebaugh has participated in a lot of different events, including clean-up efforts in Elm Grove and flood relief on Wheeling Island. “That’s not why I wanted people to know who I am as far as a candidate for mayor, and that’s why I have been knocking on so many doors and just trying to meet as many people as possible,” Hinebaugh explained. “I don’t know who was behind any of it, but I hope the people in Wheeling understand it had nothing to do with my campaign and are still able to consider me when they vote.” She spent her Friday evening walking and talking to people in the Elm Terrace area of Elm Grove, and this morning she’s participating in the local Pro Life Walk. After that, the NAMI event and the Food Truck Fest at Heritage Port. And that’s all by Noon. “The one thing I can say for sure about all of this is that I learned so much about campaigning and about the city and about the people that I knew, but I had never witnessed myself,” Hinebaugh said. “That’s why I’ve tried to take part in everything I can. “I really, really like being a part of this community and that’s never going to change, so I’ll keep going out to talk to people until Monday night is over and Election Day is here.” Read the full article

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wolint · 1 year ago

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FRESH MANNA

AARON'S ROD

Numbers 17

Before we ever get to the book of Ezekiel 37, we need to remind ourselves that God has forever been in the business of miracles.

Aaron’s rod, or staff, was important to God’s plan of leading the Israelites out of Egypt and into the Promised Land. The rod was a symbol of authority and Shepherds used rods to guide and correct their flocks as seen in Psalm 23:4.

God’s glory is the presence of the Lord, and the combined presence and glory of God is what creates the atmosphere for miracles as Luke 1:37 confirms that nothing is impossible with God, nothing, absolutely nothing.

The miracle of the budding rod was used to overturn Korah’s question of the authority and priesthood of Aaron. The Lord had hand-picked the Levites as priests forever, the office that could only ever be occupied by a Levite. The "staff" is an identified symbol of authority and office. Also referred to as the rod or staff of a shepherd in Exodus 4:2.

A rod or staff is deadwood and only useful for standing prop and walking stick but since Christ is the vine according to John 15:5, anything and anyone connected to and abides in Him, though dead, can still live.

This is a rod, not a branch. A branch that had been cut off from a tree for so long, the back stripped to become a rod, in other words, a stick, a dead limb.

The dispute was brought before the Lord, who instructed Moses to take every man's rod, which the chief of each tribe bore, as the sign of their office or royalty.

Twelve rods were then placed in the tent of meeting, in the presence of the Lord with the names of the owners written on them including Aaron who was the head of the tribe of Levi.

Beyond all possibility, Aaron’s rod not only sprouted but blossomed because it slept in God’s presence, Almonds grew overnight on the rod, revealing the origin of the rod.

Aaron’s rod is cited twice as exhibiting miraculous power on its own, when not physically in the grasp of Aaron’s hand. In Exodus 7, God sent Moses and Aaron to Pharaoh, instructing Aaron to "cast down his rod" which became a serpent, swallowing the sorcerers’ snake.

The budding and blooming of Aaron’s rod were to further confirm that he was a Levite and God’s elected high priest.

There is never a dead place in God!

Whatever and whoever encounters the glorious presence of God will be revived, bud and blossom just like Aaron’s rod.

Hebrews 9:4 tells us that Aaron’s rod remained in the Ark of the Covenant as a testimony of God’s choice of Aaron and Moses to lead His people.

It took God “overnight” to grow a tree inside the “tent of testimony.”

Whatever you are facing can still be done overnight for the testimony to be ready and heard by morning.

Life happens in stages, and God allowed us to see it in the simplest of ways here: observe that the three stages of life occurred simultaneously, bud, blossom, and fruit.

The budding rod is a token for the rebels in Moses’ day and the present-day unbelievers and all people seeking the Miraculous God, that indeed He is in command of all things living and dead: not even death can stop the Father from acting.

It was Aaron’s rod that God used to turn the water of Egypt into blood in Exodus 7:19–21 and summoned the plagues of the frogs in Exodus 8:5–6, and the gnats in verses 16–17. After Moses and Aaron had led the Israelites out of captivity, God set apart Aaron and his sons as priests in Exodus 28:1 and Numbers 18:1.

And in God’s presence, we too can flourish and blossom like Aaron's rod.

PRAYER: Father, as I continue in your presence, let your glory revive me and restore life to every dead area of my life in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Shalom

WOMEN OF LIGHT INT. PRAYER MIN.

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600shekels · 1 year ago

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2 Chronicles 13: 1-9. "The Age of Uriel."

Abijah King of Judah

13 In the eighteenth year of the reign of Jeroboam, Abijah became king of Judah, 2 and he reigned in Jerusalem three years. His mother’s name was Maakah,[a] a daughter[b] of Uriel of Gibeah.

There was war between Abijah and Jeroboam.

The Thirteenth Year is the current year, it is last year, it is the year to come, it is always now, they say. To get through now, whether it is a memory or fraught with anticipation one needs to undertake Jeroboam, "The striving." Jeroboam is the Hebrew version of Jihad, which means to strive. Knowing what one is striving for is the key to the number 13.

In the former section, the Tanakh says Rehoboam wanted to expand the horizons of his father Solomon's kingdom, a man named Jeroboam, afraid of the work of adult citizenship ran away to Egypt. He chose to contend with the strife rather than the future. He was not a very good mujihadeen.

Three years after regime change took place, Jeroboam showed up again to cause trouble for King Abijah, the "right to choose" and fight against Maakah, Uriel and Gibeah, the "the Irresistible Lamp of Truth from on High."

Each one of the three years is represented in three new exciting stages of Chabad, "incentive, knowledge, elevation."

3 Abijah went into battle with an army of four hundred thousand able fighting men, and Jeroboam drew up a battle line against him with eight hundred thousand able troops.

400,000 able fighting men=The Gematria for 400,000 = ת‎א' "the Cell" which has an additional Gematria of 401, the first seal, mentioned below, which means the Jewish people are commanded by God to serve as the moral compass for humanity.

800,000 troops= Noah's Ark, two of every kind, one good and one bad were loaded into the Ark, yesterday and today. Ignorant men in Judaism, lacking Godliness are but half a Jewish man, so it takes twice as many of them to engage in warfare against Jews.

An upstart invasion by an immature lad and his friends who want to strive for all the wrong things are why God said a seamless contiguous series of Jewish Generations must always look after the affairs of the human race so that freedom of choice remains the stock condition for all the races and places on the earth at all times.

4 Abijah stood on Mount Zemaraim "two woolen things", in the hill country of Ephraim, and said, “Jeroboam and all Israel, listen to me! 5 Don’t you know that the Lord, the God of Israel, has given the kingship of Israel to David and his descendants forever by a covenant of salt?

6 Yet Jeroboam son of Nebat, an official of Solomon son of David, rebelled against his master. 7 Some worthless scoundrels gathered around him and opposed Rehoboam son of Solomon when he was young and indecisive and not strong enough to resist them.

8 “And now you plan to resist the kingdom of the Lord, which is in the hands of David’s descendants. You are indeed a vast army and have with you the golden calves that Jeroboam made to be your gods.

9 But didn’t you drive out the priests of the Lord, the sons of Aaron, and the Levites, and make priests of your own as the peoples of other lands do? Whoever comes to consecrate himself with a young bull and seven rams may become a priest of what are not gods.

Jeroboam son of Nebat, "to strive, with perspective" (or without as the case may be) is to either work towards a golden calf, the love of money, leisure, sex, drugz, boys, girls, cars, power, anything that has the luster of now to it but goes nowhere tomorrow, or for lucky number 13, the God of Israel.

He is the Thirteenth Tribe, the Lost One, the Hidden One, and to work for Him instead of the Golden Calf is to attain to freedom of choice. If there are golden calves and bullies are in charge this indicates society has lost its way and there are too many freedoms.

If perspective yields this conclusion, then a 13th Age, the Age of Reason, the Age of Uriel must dawn, forcing the society to grow up. Appropriate privileges can be restored like two woolen things, once the Age is complete.

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Ups, My hand slipped. [Sucker for you, scene of chapter 3.]

Slowly, he got lost on his job, gaze zeroing in the screens in front of him as his mind worked as quickly as he could, highlighting a sentence or cross-referencing something before writing it out in the document, shuffling papers, reorganizing them or staring at maps, totally lost, following routes and marking possible landmarks in a sticky-note.

His ear swiveled when he heard a sigh.

“Shadow, why are you so slow?”

“Excuse me?” he faltered, looking up owlishly just to find her pouting at him.

He blinked, and the harsh sound of something heavy breaking apart ringed in his ears for a second.

What?

“I said, why are you so slow? I have been waiting for you! For so long! But you aren’t even ready yet…” She frowned as she admonished, adorable as she always was, and crossed her arms over her chest, imitating grandfather. “Don’t you know that punctuality makes a gentleman, boy?”

“Maria?” He babbled, rubbing his eyes with trembling hands.

Again.

What?

What was…going on? He swallowed through a dry throat, suddenly afraid of opening his eyes and finding her gone.

She knocked on his forehead. Twice, then thrice.

Tan,tan. Tan..tantan.

He wanted to cry.

“Who were ya expectin?” She smiled with her thin, pale lips, that same smile that followed him in his best dreams and in the worst nightmares alike. A smile that tormented him day and night, filled with memories he didn’t have anymore, hurting with longing for a past he can’t have any longer. “Snow-white?”

That was the last movie they ever watched together.

He knew it as a fact. It was her favorite, and they saw it all the time.

It hurt.

So much.

“Hello? Maria to Shadow? Is anyone home? We need to go!”

“Go?” he startled, standing up abruptly. “Go where?! Where are you going?!”

“Where do you think, sap? And it’s we, not you. We are going, and I came to pick you up! We are finally leaving!” Her mood went down a notch, perceptibly. “Why did you take so long?”

“Long? Going? What are you talking about, Maria, I don’t get it.”

“Look behind you.” She pointed, and Shadow looked over his shoulder. He was sitting there, still, hands poised for typing and holding the mouse, eyes open at the screen with blood dripping down his nose and chin.

That…

That wasn’t possible.

He sucked in air, chilled to his very core.

He could almost perceive it, how…It was rapidly losing warm, his own chaos energy leaking steadily into the air, out of a body that couldn’t hold it anymore and yet, he was right there!

He was… that…

What?

How could that…why? Why now of all times? His head shook, caught in denial of the absurdity he was living.

“This has to be a mistake.” A mumble, vaguely a denial. He reached out a hand, needing to confirm it with his own touch.

Nothing made sense.

“Don’t waste time.” Her words cut him sharply, hands still outstretched hovering in the air. It wasn’t always that Maria scolded him… “C`mon, Shadow, get a wiggle on, for the devil`s sake!” She smiled once last time, “Grandfather is waiting for us.” Then she took off running.

“Maria!” and without thinking, he did too, scrambling after her as he used to do back in the ark, when he was younger and softer, crawling after her feet, or, when he was older and bigger, scrambling to catch her or get her out of the danger her trips and trickery usually lander her in.

It burn.

It burn on his eyes, blurry enough to barely let him see where he was going, it burn on his heart, aching fiercely and beating so hard it seemed it was about to burst out itself to chase her, to make her promise she wasn’t running from him, she wasn’t running away from him, about to leave him alone once again; it burn on his lungs, because fuck, he couldn’t breathe.

“Maria, wait for me!” It felt strange, to utter that after so long, to cry out for not being left behind when he shouldn’t ever have to worry about that. He was the ultimate life-form, the quickest being in the world, so how come she was always ahead of him, no matter how much he run, how much chaos energy he pumped through his skates, or how much he asked her to slow down?

She kept running, free, unhindered, right as she should always have been, with her hair flowing wildly and skirt lifted by a dainty hand, stepping firmly in the earth she always adored. She was laughing, with no wheezing sound, with no wet breathing, or crackling, tired voice.

She was running.

She was getting farther and farther from him.

“Hurry up, Shadow! C`mon, c`mon, we are going to see him, we are going to him after so long! We have to hurry, or he`ll get mad!”

Shadow almost ran into a wall he could swear it wasn’t there, twisting through corridors with sharp angles he hadn’t seen ever, and he roamed these halls like a resentful ghost.

It was madness.

“Maria!” he screamed through a sore throat, having lost sight of her.

He was hyperventilating.

He wondered why, for a nanosecond.

Then he heard her laugher, and he shot like a comet in that direction, picking the right side of the bifurcation without a second thought.

He kept running even when he saw there only was a window in the end of the hall, going at full speed and just…jumping through it, feeling a second of weightlessness as the world around shifted, changing and pulling him down rather abruptly, suddenly feeling the pull of gravity.

She giggled an “Attaboy”

“I`m here! Hurry up, Shadow!”

He did.

He was trying to.

But it wasn’t enough.

Nothing he did was ever enough.

It all becomes mistakes, doesn’t it?

He groaned when a wall lifted itself from the ground unexpectedly, smacking into it at being unable to slow down enough to evade it. He circled it, quickly finding another hall to run through, ignoring with all of his might how the walls kept closing behind him, or how they were constantly shifting, at his sides, giving him a migraine.

He used a wall to jump higher and latch into one of the steps of the stairs Maria was running through, currently hovering high in the air like in a sci-fi movie she would have loved them she would have loved them all and going higher, like an elevator of sorts.

“Maria! Please, wait for me, don’t leave me. Not again, please! Just stop! Stop!” he called as he ran, only able to see her back.

It had been a long time since he ever felt like this.

So…small. And helpless.

He hiccupped, roughly drying the tear-tracks on his cheeks.

He smashed into another wall, and this time he slid down, unable to stand up and kept running. His chest was heaving, and his head was staring to ache, his knees too weak to hold up his weight.

Shadow wrapped his hands around his ears, and tucked his knees into his chest. “Maria!” he cried, lost.

The walls kept shifting around him, opening pathways then closing again, keeping her away from him.

There was humming and there was whooshing, loud and grating on his ears, wind slapping his face and muzzling his fur, almost covering the sound of his own pants and cries.

“Maria!” He tried, once again, chocking on his sobbing.

It was a dream.

It couldn’t be any other thing, he knew that.

Right?

This was just…the worse kind. The one that gave him hopes and then crushed them with the truth.

And what is the truth?

He was a failure.

He could never catch up to her, he was always letting her down. Unable to protect her.

He always ended up alone.

This was destiny, wasn’t it?

That no matter how much he tried, he would always end up like this.

And he knew it. he did, he really didn’t need this to remind him.

He had it present every day when he awakened.

He was clear. Truly.

So why did it hurt?

“Maria! Maria, please, please, stop! Stop this, please!”

Were you angry? Is that what this is about?

Did he displease you so much? Was he such a disappointment? That you had to come ford and punish him like this?

“Shadow? Shadow is that you?! Where are you, buddy?! Are you okay?!”

Who?

He sniffed, trying to clear his face of tears, but they just kept falling nonstop.

Everything was so wrong. It was asphyxiating him.

Out of control.

Or Maria is unimpressed

#Sucker for you #WIP #my writing #shadow the hedgehog #maria robotnik #Mentioned Sonic #Shth #STH #Implied dead #like no one is freaking dead you know but they sort of believe that is what is happening #TW: Mind manipulation #well Infinite is a walking TW what can I tell you?#upps

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