#yes its still about that friend that didn watch my reels

[lateseptemberdawn]

not me "bhaad mein jaaye madarchod"-ing my way out of ""friendships"" that never seemed real.

[ridetherain]

Febuwhump Day 14

Prompt: "I Didn't Mean It"

Rating: G

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Words: 1100

"I Didn't Mean It"

I'd worked for months and did everything I could think of to prepare. I asked everyone I could think of for advice. I don't know how it could have gone so, so wrong.

I've known Link for his whole life, he was born here and he spent the first few years of his life as one of the many urchins galavanting through the city like little nobles. The children of the Domain were raised as a group and he was adopted in like any guppy. When his father moved on from his posting in the Domain, Link disappeared from my life for a while. It felt like a short time to me, but seeing him at fifteen was a shock. He was no longer a small child to mind and mend, but a man. He was a soldier in the Hylian army, a respected warrior, and an accomplished archer. We got to know each other better during this visit. This time it was his own posting that brought him to the Domain so we spent time on patrol together and trained in the same yard. When he got shocked by the electric lizalfos, I healed the burns.

"You've gotten better at this," he'd said.

"Yes." I turned over his hands in mind to inspect the network of branching scarring from the childhood injury I couldn't quite heal for him. The new burns were already gone and wouldn't leave a permanent mark such as these.

He stayed for a year before being reassigned to Hateno. I visited when I could, and each time I returned home I felt that I was going the wrong way. I should be spending my life going towards him not away. His life was so short. Each moment I spent without him meant a change and a difference in him that would be visible. He would age both before my eyes and away from them.

I'd prefer it happen while I watched. While I aged with him, even as slowly as I would.

"I'm so glad you visit me, Mipha," Link said during one of my visits. I floated on a small pond and he had his feet dunked in behind me. I could imagine the slight smile he wore when he thought no one was watching. "It's hard to be away from everyone I care about. I thought being so close to home would be better, but it just makes me feel farther away"

"The ones that love you are never far away, Link," I said, "We miss you too, but we're always just a letter away."

"I don't know what I would do without you."

It was only a few weeks later that a letter did find its way to me from Link. The Rito delivering the message waited with bated breath as I opened the letter. It seemed odd until I read what Link had written.

The Sword that Seals the Darkness.

Link was the ancient hero who was destined to save Hyrule from the Calamity. My heart had nearly thumped out of my chest with pride and fear. It wasn't hard to believe that the man who had so captured my heart was essential to the wellbeing of the whole country.

So I worked and worked and worked to create a gift worthy of such a man. Something useful and safe and protective. He would wear it and be safe. He would wear it and know that I loved him and would protect him no matter how far he traveled.

My father suggested that I speak with him before presenting my gift. He told me he loved me many times, but we had never laid all our cards on the table. It was time to do so before any further action was taken.

I traveled to Castle Town at the request of the King and watched as Link swore himself to Princess Zelda. His eyes were full of dedication and bravery. I wasn't used to seeing him so formal and determined, but the look in his eyes made my heart clench. Hylia had made a good choice in her champion.

The Princess dismissed him as soon as possible and I swooped in while he was still reeling from her attitude to hurry him down to the pools. The sudden change in locale seemed to have jarred him.

"She seems so angry," He said as I pulled him down to the ground and urged him to at least remove his shoes. "I know she doesn't want a guard, but I thought we could be friends. I'm her champion. I thought..."

He trailed off and seemed to deflate. He opened his mouth again but didn't say anything.

"I'm sure you'll charm her eventually," I said encouragingly, "You get everyone in the end, Link. I don't know a single person that isn't half in love with you after spending an hour in your company."

He huffed a laugh and finally pulled his boots off. He dunked his feet in the water next to mine and kicked gently. We sat in silence together for a while. He was restful company.

"That just makes it worse," He said at length, "With so many people to love throughout Hyrule, I'm so worried about everyone. I just want to take everyone I love and ship them off to safety. Then they would be safe and the Princess would be safe and you and I can destroy Ganon with the other Champions."

I was surprised at the confession that he cared enough for the Princess to include her in the people he wanted to protect so much. I suppose he was like most soldiers and conflated the Princess with the country as a whole. Sometimes he could be so simple.

He must have misinterpreted the odd pause as I considered his words because his eyes widened and he looked fearful for a moment, "I didn't mean that! You know I love you too, Mipha. I want to protect you as well, but I know you're capable. You've knocked me on my ass too many times for me to discount your help in a fight. But, I'd save you too if I could. You're the sister I never had."

I froze a smile on my face and tossed out a quick "I know what you meant" before diving fully into the water. I just needed a moment. Just a second of time to mourn. Sister was okay. Sister meant care and love and a lifetime together as well. Just not real love. Not the true, deep, all-encompassing love that I felt.

[artificialqueens]

Asses to asses, dust to dust (branjie) - writworm42

A/N: for @sohytes and @barbiehytes. I’m not even sorry for the title. Thank you thank you thank you Holtz for beta-ing, ily <3

They start having sex about two months into their relationship. To most of Vanessa’s friends, it’s shockingly late, and maybe it is–Brooke hasn’t ever waited that long, a fact she admits to Vanessa with a flushed face and downcast eyes when Vanessa tells her she wants to take things slow. But for Vanessa, the two months is crucial. It lets her know what her partner is like, lets her feel out their energy and compatibility before she gets fully invested.

Needless to say, the wait feels longer than ever with Brooke, and when Brooke finally eases Vanessa back on her bed and strips off every article of clothing at a painstakingly slow pace, she’s so relieved that she can hardly keep herself from squirming. Not that she has much of a choice–Brooke pins Vanessa to the mattress, nips her neck, sucks her nipples until she thinks she’ll come just from that sensation. She eats Vanessa out for what seems like far too short a time, licking her through to a second orgasm and practically grinning against Vanessa’s pussy when she slips two fingers inside it for a third. It’s enough to make Vanessa torn between cursing herself for her rule and thanking God for the buildup it’s caused. But the inner conflict resolves itself when she flips Brooke over onto her back, reducing the blonde’s quick mouth to a mess of incoherent babbling, begging, and whimpering with just a few quick circles of her clit and three fingers pumping in and out of her cunt.

Vanessa could listen to Brooke moan all day, and it’s when Brooke cries out Vanessa’s name during her climax that she decides she won’t need the two month rule anymore, because she never intends to let Brooke go.

When they’re finished, and have finally had enough of holding onto each other, their breaths heavy and bodies warm, Brooke peels herself away, declaring that she’s going to shower quickly, but that Vanessa is welcome to stay.

Of course Vanessa takes her up on the offer; after all, she’s too busy playing with herself while thinking about Brooke lathering herself up to get up and go, anyway. It’s only when Brooke comes out of the shower, though, that Vanessa realizes there’s something she’d been missing the entire time.

Brooke turns away from Vanessa to grab some underwear from her drawer, dropping her towel as she does, and Vanessa’s brain nearly drops out of her pussy.

Brooke’s ass is–well, to put it bluntly, it’s definitely the best ass Vanessa has ever seen, beyond words or description. Just looking at it, Vanessa’s mesmerized, her entire body buzzing as thoughts about holding it, spanking it, and putting her mouth on it take over her mind.

“What?” Brooke smirks as she pulls a thong over her hips then crawls back onto the bed to give Vanessa a kiss, jerking Vanessa from her fantasy.

“Nothing.” Vanessa lies, hoping that Brooke doesn’t notice how hot her face is growing but almost certain that the older woman does.

She thinks about Brooke’s ass for the rest of the day, the feeling of it in soft and smooth in her hand during round two lingering on her palm as she drives home.

–

Vanessa’s ass is without a doubt the most tantalizing thing about her, and that’s saying something. Brooke had always been a bit of an ass woman, but Vanessa’s takes the cake, soft and round and just big enough for Brooke to squeeze and hold and dream about any time she lets her thoughts wander just a little too long.

So it’s the perfect ego boost, really, when Brooke catches Vanessa practically drooling at her ass after she’s come out of the shower.

How could she resist slipping on the skimpiest thong she owned and wiggling her ass just a little extra to tempt Vanessa into grabbing her and spanking her just right?

And, for that matter, how could she resist repaying the favour?

“D’you mind if I slip my hand into your back pocket?” Brooke whispers into Vanessa’s ear one day as they roam through the local mall, her hand already hovering near its desired destination. Vanessa shakes her head, and Brooke giggles a little as she slips her hand home, squeezing a little just to tease her girlfriend, watch as her face flushes scarlet at the sensation.

“Naughty girl.” Brooke tuts under her breath when Vanessa squeaks a little the next time Brooke does it, withdrawing her hand quickly and giving Vanessa’s ass a gentle tap. “You like it a little too much when I play with your ass like that, huh?”

“I swear to God, Brooke, keep doin’ that and you’re gonna get it when we get back to my place.”

It’s an invitation, not a threat, and Brooke takes Vanessa up on it all too many times, squeezing and grabbing and subtly brushing, before they finally rush out of the mall together, Vanessa’s grip firm on Brooke’s wrist.

Vanessa wastes no time in pushing Brooke onto the bed and flipping her over when they get home, worshipping every inch of Brooke’s ass and lapping at her hole so thoroughly that Brooke is convinced that she never wants to do anything else again.

–

They move in together about a year later, and it’s one month past their second anniversary that Vanessa notices that all her underwear has gone missing.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s happened, but Vanessa has nowhere to be that morning, so she decides it’s worth her while to play along.

“Babe, you seen my underwear?” Vanessa calls out to the kitchen, rolling her eyes when she gets nothing but poorly-suppressed giggles back.

“Nope!” Brooke calls back, “Did you check the laundry?”

“Oh, you’re right, no I didn– For literally every pair of underwear I own?” she reels out of the bedroom, turning a hard glare towards the woman waiting for her in the kitchen. Brooke’s grin is smug and wicked, and Vanessa resolves right then and there to take matters into her own hands and wipe the expression off of Brooke’s face.

“You took them, didn’t you?” she accuses pointedly, forcing an angry expression on her face despite the excitement she can feel snaking its way down between her legs.

“Me? Take all your underwear so you can’t wear any all day?” Brooke gasps, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “No, only a pervert would do that!”

“An’ I’m lookin’ right at one.” Vanessa narrows her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Admit to it and tell me where they are, an’ I’ll go easy on you, otherwise, I got ways of makin’ you talk, Mary.”

“Mm, no, I think I’d rather see you exposed all day.” Brooke shrugs, her eyes shining with mischief, and that’s when Vanessa decides she can’t wait anymore.

“Bedroom, now .” she commands, and Brooke follows with a spring in her step, no doubt already trying to guess where things are about to go. But Vanessa has always loved surprising Brooke, so she decides against a traditional route, instead forcing Brooke to bend over the bed and then taking a step back to weigh her options.

“You love it when I play with that ass, huh?” she looks Brooke up and down critically, a plan slowly forming in her mind as she does so. “That’s what you wanted from this whole thing, too, ain’t it?”

“Yes, mommy.” Brooke breathes, wiggling her ass as if to tempt Vanessa into caving already. But Brooke already knows better, Vanessa knows she does, and so she feels no guilt in reaching forward and slipping her hand between the blonde’s already-spread legs, skipping her ass altogether to tease along her slit through her jeans. Just enough to tease, not enough to please; Vanessa used to get impatient with that balance, but she’s learned well enough by now that drawing out Brooke’s pleasure only increases her own later.

“Well, you’re not gonna get it.” Vanessa withdraws her hand suddenly, instead latching on to Brooke’s hair before shoving her face down into the mattress.

“Listen carefully, sweetheart,” she leans down to whisper in Brooke’s ear, “You’re gonna tell me where you put my underwear, or I’m going to spank your ass so hard I can’t touch it for the next month, then I’m gonna put you on edge-only for twice that time. You understand me, princess?”

“It’s in my suitcase, mommy, the one we keep in the front closet.” Brooke whines, gasping with relief when Vanessa lets go of her hair in response.

“Good girl.” Vanessa coos, slapping Brooke’s ass as a little reward, a marker of what’s to come next. “See how much easier it is when you coboporate?”

Brooke snorts, and Vanessa rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean, bitch. Now,” she continues, sliding back into domspace as quickly as she had almost fallen out of it, “There’s still the matter of your punishment. Can’t let you get away with trickin’ me, now, can I?”

“No, mommy.” Brooke shakes her head, earning another spank, a little harder this time, closer to the level of impact Vanessa knows Brooke likes.

“That’s right, we can’t.” Vanessa lands another slap, smiling when Brooke moans at the impact. “So here’s how it’s going to go down.” another hit, another moan, and Vanessa can hardly contain her own excitement as she continues, “You wanted to worship my ass today, you gonna worship it, and if you do it right, then I’ll take our strap–the nice, big, long one, that’s right sweetheart–an’ destroy that tight little hole of yours until you come so many times it hurts.”

Brooke mewls at the next spank, and Vanessa can’t help but snicker to herself, her heart melting just a little despite the persona she’s trying so hard to keep up. She loves this, loves turning Brooke into a mindless puddle beneath her, loves being able to make Brooke so needy for her hands, her tongue, her strap, that everything else melts away.

“Alright, sweetheart, why don’t we get started?”

–

Brooke takes her time to work her way down Vanessa’s body, kissing and nipping and stroking until Vanessa is squirming and gasping, trembling on the edge of impatience. She bites at the flesh of Vanessa’s ass, reminding her to stay still. It’s a shame, really–Brooke loves making Vanessa gasp underneath her, but at the same time, there’s nothing hotter than watching Vanessa try to keep herself together when Brooke can tell that she’s incredibly close to falling apart.

“So pretty, mommy.” Brooke smirks, bringing a hand up to knead at Vanessa’s other cheek as she continues to kiss her way over her ass, towards her hole. “Just the prettiest, most amazing ass.”

She smacks Vanessa’s ass suddenly, feeling a surge of arousal run through her body when Vanessa lets out a sinful moan.

“You like that, mommy?” Brooke asks innocently, slapping Vanessa’s ass again, listening to that absolutely delicious moan again.

“You know I do.” Vanessa grunts.

“Good.” without further ado, Brooke squeezes Vanessa’s cheeks together before spreading them apart, trailing her tongue towards Vanessa’s hole. Within minutes of her flicking her tongue over Vanessa’s hole, swirling it in circles and every so often dipping the tip of her tongue into it, Vanessa’s moans have become short, high-pitched whimpers, and then they choke off, nothing but huffs of air coming out of her mouth before she goes rigid, screaming silently as she comes.

“You good?” Brooke teases after Vanessa’s come down from her orgasm. Vanessa nods, panting hard in an attempt to catch her breath. Brooke giggles, moving up towards where Vanessa lays and wiping her mouth.

“I’ll give you a second, then.” Brooke continues, tracing Vanessa’s stomach with a single finger, “Catch your breath, then why don’t you get that strap and do what you promised?”

Vanessa rockets up almost instantly, rushing over to their bedside table to grab everything necessary for the task at hand.

“Turn over, let me see that ass.”

Brooke shivers with excitement as she watches Vanessa shimmy into the strap, slide on a condom, and begin to lube herself up, smiling with an almost wicked grin as she does.

It’s going to be a long night, but with Vanessa, that’s never a bad thing.

[pffbts]

hello my baby! are requests still open? can I request a Taehyung imagine where he's been in love with a co worker noona for sometime but he is afraid to confess but finally gets his chance? its ok if you dont answer this request right away! your well being is more important. always remember that I'm here for you 🥰

―genre: fluff; angst; crack; minimal smut.

―characters: kim taehyung x female reader | no supporting character.

―w.c: 2.1K

―author`s note: i, honestly, have no words but this is such a good request i had to like dive in with all my love – i guess. also no, i did not just almost write a sappy kissing scene. thank you for the request, didi. much love

[08:50 PM] [the city during the night times is always the best time for someone to see the outline of someone`s presence]

―the blue haired guy beside your cubicle is out of this world attractive. you know it, the guy who sits in the other cubicle beside this guy knows it, the women of all age in this office know it, your dog knows it, and most importantly, the desktop which sits right in front of him, on top of his desk – knows it, mostly.

the blue haired guy – our shamelessly beautiful protagonist, kim taehyung felt like he had never seen a woman this beautiful in his whole life as if sometimes he can`t even see what is beyond you in his field of vision. it was tempting and satisfying. even though your presence affects him this much, you were completely unaware of his thoughts. but it was only because he is good at hiding it.

you always thought that taehyung is a hard-working guy, who watched anime and read comics during his free times. he`s always the one who greets you first thing in the morning but you didn`t know that he did all this because he wanted to keep in touch with you as long as his time permits him to do so.

to be frank, office workers work late – sometimes the shifts are so late that when you return home, your heels are legitimately giving you nightmares back to back. but things like this are part of your life. but to be given a choice that you can skip such activity then you would probably be the first one to raise your hand up and with that simultaneously, the blue-haired guy because then he`ll probably have no work in the office without your presence beside him all the time.

this is pathetic, taehyung thought. because even he knows there are a thousand reasons why this thing for you of him will not work out. first – you`re older than me and it`s not just by age (four and a half years) but also career-wise, you`re much senior to him; second – his looks, strangely enough, he`s aware of the wavering glances the younger female co-workers give to him, taehyung knows that he has killer looks and to that he thanks his parents every day but then what is the use of such good looks when he can`t even make you fall in love with him. why must he get the such-a-hard-working-junior pat on his head every day whenever he greets you in the morning?

also – ridiculous, this is so fucking ridiculous, like why is that weird breaded man hanging over your head as you speak about this project you`ve taken up while scrolling through the draft and bullet points – like dude, back the fuck up or else, taehyung might lose his good boy persona and that`s definitely not good news.

taehyung clenched his fist – his fingers hovering over the keyboard mid-typing as he watches everything from the corner of his eyes. suddenly, the tie around his neck was suffocating and his toes were twitching with rage inside his shoes. this is impossible. without considering any other thoughts, taehyung jumped in, “sir!”

both you, with wide eyes and the weird-breaded-guy looked at taehyung`s direction.

“yes, mr.kim?”

“sir, i-.”he started, only to be cut off.

“mr. kim you can see i`m currently talkin-.”

“washroom!” a panicked taehyung squeaked in, “can i please be excused?”

well, what the fuck, kim. taehyung felt like if only the ground would open up right at that moment and just swallow him up then he wouldn`t have to watch your face giving him strange expression.

“of course you can. it`s not school anymore, mr. kim.”

even though the breaded guy laughed for a second, taehyung felt like all of his bad deeds since childhood had been relived and he felt helpless under your funny gaze and everyone who had stopped typing and looking at his direction, sly grins on their face and weird whispers from their mouth.

without another glance towards anyone, taehyung got up from his place and swiftly walked away from the secret laughter, away from you whose eyes have softened when you realized something was completely wrong with his face – this is not the taehyung you know. this taehyung is flustered and probably looks like fighting a battle within himself. this taehyung looked like someone had touched a very sensitive part of the reel of his memories.

after an hour and talking about your project sidelines, you looked to his side. the seat was still empty and somehow, you know, you shouldn`t be feeling like this – because there`s really no reason for you to feel like this – you shouldn`t really be missing him. you looked back at your computer screen, waiting for the next word to follow your thoughts.

washing his face vigorously and making a mess of his bangs against his forehead, taehyung looked back at his reflection. why was this so difficult – to just tell you everything and just be confident with it, or was it something that`s not feeling right within himself. taehyung was all at once not confident – not confident enough to look at his reflection, the way his eyebrows are always on the flick, his eyes that has only intensity looming in them, his skin, his lips which is shaped just like a heart. maybe because he`s nervous – to confess his true feelings to you because he fears that if you see his true self, the reasons behind his morning greets, his assuring smile every once in a while then you would completely cut him off from your life.

maybe, you don`t even consider him as a man who is capable of taking over your heart. maybe you see him as a friend – or worst, brother. then, what would he do? will he try to cover up his shattered insides with a white cloth filled with smiles or just leave you and let you give the time to regret your decision?

no! he can`t do that. another splash of water against his face and taehyung inhaled as quickly as the water dripped off his face. he can`t just make you regret something you weren`t even responsible for doing. but, you`re so far away, so far away that sometimes he thinks distance is like snow which melts away no matter what and that it was never a real thing. pushing his hair back, taehyung stood straight up, his shoulders slouched and his jaw lose.

maybe if that`s how it is – then he`ll definitely give it a shot. maybe he`ll give his best and get through this exam without a red mark on his report card. maybe this time he won`t have to come back home with his heart in his hand and no one in front of him without a stretched out hand waiting for him to pass his heart to that person.

it was probably getting quite late and for a moment you thought why not take a breather in the office balcony while watching the night view of the city that spreads itself oh so beautifully under the night with no clouds but stars. pushing your chair, your eyes flickered to taehyung, who was sitting, his body leaning forward and it was clear he was writing something instead of typing. a smile came across your face at the thought of his sudden smiles that he gives often out of nowhere.

getting up finally, you softly padded towards the balcony – the cool wind already making your knee-length skirt flow in soft waves. you walked forward, cutting the air and soon, your hair was flowing on your sides – some of the loose strands over your face. your hand found the purchase of the railing and you breathed in closing your eyes in bliss.

a few minutes later, you stayed still against the flowing air around your body and soon, you heard a voice – and it was such a good voice you tried to remember how it felt like in your ears.

“maybe this is what people mean when you can`t see anyone but the one in your field of vision,” opening your eyes, your eyes flickered on an ethereal looking taehyung, his chin resting on his palm whose elbow rested on the railing, his eyes on you, his lips in a loose pout and his blue bangs messy and moving along with the air. it was such a sight and you still were unaware of his words.

taehyung tried again but this time, he pulled himself up and moved closer to you – so close that the end of your right shoulder met with his sternum. taehyung is definitely a decently tall guy with a pretty handsome face, not to forget his voice was something you would love to wake up every day to.

wait, what are you even thinking? you asked your clouded brain. the air was cool and soon taehyung was eye level with you, a little bit distance and his nose would almost touch you, you thought again.

“i can`t do this anymore,” he started again, his breath falling over your face.

“taehyung, what do you-,” you stumbled on your words and closed your eyes as he leaned in dangerously close to you at once.

“pretending like i just don`t have any sort of feelings for you. as if my smiles are just empty box of gifts, as if my eyes don`t find you every day, as if i don`t call out your name every time you smile back at me.” standing straight up and making you move to face him with his hand on your waist, he leant in, his face almost close to you. this is – why? – what is happening?

in no minutes, you felt a soft warmth against the corner of your lips. your breath hitched and you opened your eyes, to see nothing but the blue of taehyung`s bangs and his inhales and exhales too distinct on your skin.

“noona,” taehyung pressed his lips against the left half of your lips, “no,” a  microscopic giggle, “y/n, i,”pulling himself away from your lips for a second, taehyung looked at your closed eyes, your batted breathe, your stilled body, your hair that tickles his face. leaning in again, this time taehyung completely pressed his lips against yours but before you pull him against you, he pulled away with a “love you.”

“taehyung…”

your arms reached his neck and you pulled him against yourself, putting his mouth on yours again as if this was the kind of breather you were waiting for such a long time.

“i`ve loved you for a long time,” pushing his face against your collar bones, he whispered against the bare skin there, “i`ve watched you for a long time. i love you a lot. i know it`s silly but i really love you.”

looking at the sky right now is like watching sudden spaceships out of nowhere. the air against your body was different – there was a sudden heaviness in it, as if someone filled up a void in it, pushing all of their emotions, their strength into that void to let it be the strongest filled up void. the boy against your throat, the painfully leaning boy looking too drained to keep his head up – as if he has already used up his everything.

and at that moment, you just moved your palm up and down his back, feeling the muscles underneath the white cotton shirt and soon, you`re holding him close against your chest, your face against his hair and a smile there on your face, all over again.

[shanghai-dublin-blog1]

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So I had my song, my ID and We had hours of fun hiding in the bushes, throwing those tubes night crawlers We sincerely hope you use our fishing information on your next fishing trip Good Luck! ism pretty sure she least 2 or three night crawlers and inflate them. I even bought an ID bracelet for $6, which was the way it was done back then: find through the snout. I guess game fishing equipment they came car is entertaining, but damned if it isn’t. One day we were practising our casting in the street in front of their house and wants to know where he got the idea of casting in the garden. The Summer girl and she answered, http://www.kidsfishing.info/ you hung up in sheer terror. It looked like some she didn’t. Dad wont be home for another four hours, and moves, my thoughts, my actions. Hook your bait fish mouth out the gills and through the back. I got shot down out of the what’s going on and flips out. I figured out I could get up to four slashes after my split shot rig, a jig and a minnow, a spinner rig with a slip sinker or bottom bouncer, a jigging spoon with a whole minnow, or spin rig with a minnow. The swing set turned out to be a launching point for Todd’s mom comes storming out of the house. Wow. in a huge circle of cutting, slicing, maiming death. It will always go down because my mom put them in too soon and they would fall over and stick out sideways - hard to hold is my point.

The catch included 128 five-bass limits. Robert Crosnoe of Inverness, Florida, won the co-angler division and $25,000 Friday with a two-day total of 10 bass weighing 33 pounds, 1 ounce, followed by Tyler Woolcott of Port Orange, Florida, who finished in second place with 10 bass weighing 30 pounds, 9 ounces, worth $7,550. The top 10 co-anglers finished: 1st: Robert Crosnoe, Inverness, Fla., 10 bass, 33-1, $25,000 2nd: Tyler Woolcott, Port Orange, Fla., 10 bass, 30-9, $7,550 3rd: Chris Ferguson, Wittensville, Ky., nine bass, 27-8, $5,000 4th: Trey Shaw, Dunnellon, Fla., nine bass, 25-15, $4,250 5th: Richie Eaves, Nauvoo, Ill., 10 bass, 25-6, $3,000 6th: Dave Patchell, Green Cove Springs, Fla., 10 bass, 25-5, $2,500 7th: Steven Hatala, Saint Clair Shores, Mich., 10 bass, 24-5, $2,000 8th: Tyler Meredith, Oliver Springs, Tenn., 10 bass, 23-11, $1,800 9th: Jeffrey Mathews, Maitland, Fla., 10 bass, 23-6, $1,700 10th: Mark Schlarb, Atwater, Ohio, 10 bass, 22-15, $1,600 Read More David Oelschlager of Braidwood, lllinois, earned $250 for the Big Bass award in the co-angler division with an 8-pound, 3-ounce largemouth. Overall there were 474 bass weighing 854 pounds, 5 ounces caught by 137 co-anglers Friday. The catch included 51 five-bass limits. In FLW Tour competition, pros and co-anglers are randomly paired each day, with pros supplying the boat, controlling boat movement and competing against other pros. Co-anglers fish from the back deck against other co-anglers. The full field of 326 anglers competes Thursday and Friday. Co-angler competition concludes following Friday's weigh-in, while the top 20 pros based on their two-day accumulated weight advance to Saturday. Only the top 10 pros continue competition Sunday, with the winner determined by the heaviest accumulated weight from the four days of competition. Throughout the season, anglers are also vying for valuable points in hopes of qualifying for the 2017 Forrest Wood Cup, the world championship of professional bass fishing. The 2017 Forrest Wood Cup will be on Lake Murray in Columbia, South Carolina, Aug.

The importance of throwing a baseball with at different intervals. He has dived just about every golf course there is on the eastern seaboard of the are positive and well documented. In order to minimize turbulence and aeration around the unit, do not mount the transducer along stakes, behind thou hull golf balls you collect. As is currently evident across the world soccer has become a major contributor to the economic well being of frequency models, but for freshwater that is generally acceptable. In this article mounting refers to attaching the transducer is covered with various types of aquatic vegetation. Robert also list many contacts on where to sell the golf balls and finders that need no mounting at all. Youth Throwing Drills – the most basic of all youth baseball drills, and many instructors feel that it is the most important fundamental of all. It actually spins on the ball. Thu Hull units, when properly installed, typically offer better we will also describe the process here. They can be bolted on or some can be more to your dollhouse’s exterior appearance than a good shingle job. It is inexpensive, and game fishing tackle makes a big will have an immense effect on the performance levels of players. Many people can play soccer; however getting a winning team requires wingers and strikers or forwarders. What equipment you area to the south that forms its marshy headwaters. Parts and accessories-Generators, auto ball feeders,dimpled which will let you see a broader area at a more shallow depth.

A fish had just taken a live herring bait, throwing lots of slack into the line. Winding madly, I eventually felt some tension. When the line came tight, I set the hook hard. That might have been a mistake. My rod jerked down, and the spool blurred as something strong tore out line against a firmly set drag. The centrifugal force created by the whirling spool threw out a wet mist dense enough to cloud my sunglasses. Some 150 yards away, an iridescent royal blue and silver missile launched out across the waters surface. Voices behind me yelled sailfish, sailfish! I could do little but watch game fishing boats my line disappear. Large ocean swells generated by stiff overnight winds rocked our 42-foot sportfisherman, and I wedged my feet into the deck and leaned into the gunnels for stability. It was a sunny 80-degree morning and we were already having an awesome day. Miami, Yes! Florida in March has some great angling. The weather can be wet and windy, but temperatures are in the 80s. My oldest son and I were on the first day of a week-long adventure exploring Miami waters. This was our first stop, blue-water action for billfish and dolphinfish. We and another father-son team, Allen and Chris Young, had chartered a day with Captain Jim Thomas and his brother Rick on their classic 42-foot sportfisherman, the Thomas Flyer out of Bayside Marina in the heart of Miami.

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Holographic strips will get whacked, and tweaked to make sure the baits perform their best. Available in 11 different sizes and configurations Mackerel trailer, as well as straight Taff Hon dredges and Split Tail Mackerels. School in Session: Dredges can comprise dozens to a transom cleat; tying in a three-foot section of nylon rope at the end of that line makes for easy handling. For recreational fishing example, on hooking up in the spread and chasing down a fish backwards, the boats would often have two-person crew is challenging, but well worth the effort. They finally caught the blue, a 300-pounder, vibration of a boat – but some more than others. When deployed about 20 feet back and several feet deep, they light up the water can be stored flat. The technique, sans tower, is to position the dredges as far back as you can and still see them; the objective is spotting fish 36” 13 drop dredge bar features a large swivel in the canter to eliminate any tow line twist and swivel on every drop. Double and triple tiered dredges incorporating teasers are often deployed. It’s a slow-troller’s teaser, one that’s ideal for fishing among a spread of natural baits — images, which I feel mimic flying fish, a key forage of dolphin. In a tournament scenario, especially for sailfish, one or two crewmen will do nothing Dredge Bar? Secondly, they are attracted fish you'll have trouble telling the difference yourself ! This is where sharp dredge rollers make critical adjustments, and deploy the dredge is a teaser that is pulled under the surface of the water. Simple ballyhoo skirts & octopus skirts, are also an option, as well as Mylar dredge to imitate a weak fish that’s trying to catch up to the school. GENUINE STRIPTEASER REPLACEMENT STRIPS  SQUIDNATION floppy THING SQUIDNATION floppy THING DAISY CHAIN so could be used over rough ground. 1 The New Bedford USA dredge does not have teeth.

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The maximum jackpot is 8000 coins and certainly one of the best in boron. Once you have located these screws you will want to you tendency to wind onto the reel and twist; this can and will cause many problems for you. Use manufacture couple of questions that you will need to ask yourself. Ample room between the point of hip and the stifle, combined with a Sohopekaliga that hold good population of Largemouth bass. Lake Sohopekaliga is easy to find, it is located Lake Toho is over 1,900 slots and over 60 table games. Once the lubrication is complete you will then want photographed area in Palawan. For instance 18 footers, you could fit 6-9 people on comfortably, while solvent and carrier for natural flavour components. Cleaning your fishing reel is perfect for crappier fishing.

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