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[thunderfledgeling]

Hi Squirt! You have a beautiful hair color, but do you have a problem with your freckles? Since I don't like my freckles, I'm thinking about how to get rid of them. Space dust...

Hi, thank you. I actually used to get bullied for being ginger when I was like 7, heh idk why but whatever.

I don't have a problem with my freckles at all, they're just a part of me. Sure I have to slather myself in sunscreen whenever I step outside for 5 seconds but that's just how I was born. Some of my family members also have freckles; Alan has very small ones across his nose and cheeks, Gordon gets a few along his shoulders when he's been out in the sun for a few hours, I think Scott once told me that his dad used to get them in the summer months, also they all apparently think my freckles are cute lol... (kinda embarrassing sometimes how everything about me is cute to these dorks)

I can't tell you how to feel about your freckles but I can tell you that they're not something to be ashamed of, it's just how we are and there's nothing wrong with that ever.

[army-entrance-test360]

Mastering Mechanical Comprehension For ASVAB Test Prep

Mastering Mechanical Comprehension for the ASVAB requires a solid understanding of physics principles, mechanical systems, and problem-solving skills.

Easy Ways To Solve The Problems

To get more problems and practice lesson you will get many online resources and video tutorial. 👈

The principle of conservation of mechanical energy states that:

a) Energy can be created but not destroyed.

b) Total energy in an isolated system remains constant.

c) Kinetic energy is always converted into potential energy.

d) Work done is always equal to the total energy.

(practice problem)

What is the acceleration due to gravity on Earth?

a) 9.81 m/s²

b) 10 m/s²

c) 8.5 m/s²

d) 9.8 m/s²

(practice problem)

Work on Time Management

The Arithmetic Reasoning section includes a number of questions that must be answered in a limited amount of time. To manage your time:

Practice timed drills: Take practice tests to improve your speed.

Don’t get stuck on one question: If a problem is taking too long, skip it and come back later if you have time.

[skrunksthatwunk]

in the neverending tv series that is my life a season opener plot twist has just fucking. absolutely bodied me. my roommate for the next two semesters is the neglectful owner of rascal, that kitten i took care of off and on last year. What The Absolute Fuck

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, dejection, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The reader attempts to move past her ruination, but is reminded of her tarnish conscience at every turn. (Regency AU, tall!reader)

Masterlist

Character: Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson

Note: thanks to those who waited on this one!.

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It should be the happiest time in your life. You should be elated, and yet, as ever it is, every victory precedes a treacherous defeat. A proposal one day, and despair the next. That nipping of doom in your gut, that ever present doubt, is made certain by the passage of time. It has been much too long. 

You sit in the pews, throat tight as you keep your chin locked. You breathe slowly, as if too sudden an intake might unleash the tempest brewing inside of you. It is more than nerves, you know it, that sicken you so. You should be happy for your pending nuptials but you are only horrified at the thought. 

The bishop reads out the banns before the rows; the first for yourself, the third for your sister. She will be permitted to wed and your mother has presided over much of planning already. You dip your head as your name rings out beside Lord Odinson’s and you swallow back a swell of bile. You’ve been gulping down your own stomach for much of the morning, ever since you caught a whiff of pickled shallots in passing the kitchens. 

You push your head up and your hand down to your lap, knowing you will be observed. You must at least look certain of your fate. You must sit proud for the engagement all would put into question. For the time until it shall all dissolve, you must play your part. 

You can barely keep from wilting where you are. A prudent woman might bite her tongue. She may commit to the theatre of it all. She might lie and get away with the folly. You glance over at Lord Odinson, just across the aisle, and you know you cannot. It isn’t one lie, it’s a lifetimes’ worth of betrayal. 

Yet how should you tell it? It isn’t only him who must know. Your father would need good reason why you’d rather the convent to a proper marriage. You will be ruined but you could not put that stain upon the only person who was ever kind to you. Lord Odinson deserves an honest wife and a child of his own. 

Your insides sour and you nearly spasm as you fight the tide of nausea, brought upon by more than your forsaken condition. Your eyes trail away from your betrothed to another man bound in promise. Lord Rogers sits with your sister, as ever, and she leans on him shamelessly, even beneath the Lord’s rafters. 

She would deny it. She would laugh in your face should you ever reveal the absolute truth. No, you must confess the sin as your own and that alone. You will not name the culprit for they would they never believe you and he would never admit it himself. 

Yet, you know that the Duke Rogers will ever be triumphant in knowing that he has brought the monstrous giant to her knees. You are his Goliath, the vile retched creature he has slain in his valour. He will be hero and you be the villain. 

💟

You hand the letter to the carrier just before noon. You don’t expect an audience to be granted until the next morning at earliest. Lord Odinson is a busy man; an ambassador in much demand between the house and society. Even his betrothed must request his presence. 

The cart rattles through the gates and you watch it fade off into the grim horizon. The winter bites in the air, adding to the chill in your bones. That coldness that freeze over your heart. You must be strong now, as strong as the valkyrie he misnamed you as. 

When you go to Lord Odinson, you will bring the crown to him. You will hand it back and admit your tainted stature to him. You will show him how truly small you are.  

At least, that is what you intend. You may prove yourself weak as ever. However it should unfold, this engagement cannot persist. 

“A day! A day and I shall call you husband,” Cora’s shrill tone greets you as you come through the front doors. She is in the sitting room with Lord Rogers. Your mother continues to fawn over the last-minute details for their wedding. “Isn’t it very exciting, my lord?” 

“And I shall call you wife.” 

“And Duchess,” she preens with a trilling laugh, “oh, how elaborate I shall be.” 

“My Athena,” Rogers drones back, “my goddess, my beloved.” 

“Oh, how darling,” your mother preens over them, “it shall be resplendent. I’ve made certain the cake will be exactly as you like it, dearie. The cook has even procured some citrus for the lemonade.” 

The mention of lemonade makes you shrivel. You recall the sunny day when Lord Rogers spoke to you over a weeping beverage. As you fell for that virulent charm. And all that came after. 

You peer at the grim windows and frown. How everything does change so quickly. Happiness is fleeting and yet disappointment comes as a chronic plight. You will never know a day without shame. 

You flit off without notice. Your heart rents at the thought that you will not have the same fervour. You will not sit and plan your own wedding with Lord Odinson. All your fanciful dreams have evaporated. It is one thing to put a mask on, to pretend as virgin, but you could never foist a bastard upon the kind man who has shown you a taste happiness. You will be certain to thank him for all he’s done but you will not spit in his face. 

As you get to the bedroom doors, your stomach churns violently and you burst through, not stopping as you rush to the pot and fall to your knees. You wretch into it as your body contracts painfully. You empty your stomach until you are panting and hollow. 

“Sister,” Alina startles you as she rolls to the edge of the bed, a novel in hand, “is it a winter ague?” 

“I...” you shakily wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, “I believe so.” 

That lie alone singes your tongue like a brand. Your eyes well with tears and you flick them away with your lashes. You sit back on your heels and heave out a pungent breath. 

“Oh, how awful, and just before the wedding,” she sits up and shuts the novel. “Let us pray it passes quickly. You needn’t delay your own nuptials.” 

“Mm, no, that wouldn’t be...” you let the sentence tail off and you stand, taking the pot with you, “I’ll dump it before it can stink.” 

“If you are unwell, call for the maid.” 

“No, it is fine,” you insist, “I didn’t mean to disturb your reading.” 

“You didn’t,” she insists. “What’s the matter, sissie? You hardly seem a lady about to marry.” 

“I...” you croak, “it is the ague, that’s all.” 

“Mm, perhaps Lord Odinson might offer some comfort should it get any worse. He does seem the character,” she offers. 

“Or perhaps he is better to stay away. You as well, should it pass onto anyone else,” you hold the pot to your stomach and turn, carrying it out without another word. Albina huffs and falls back onto the bed, the flutter of pages following shortly after. 

You descend and keep along the wall, passing through the kitchens and beyond the servants’ quarters to the rear of the manse. You come out into the crisp air and overturn the pot well away from the house. A wave of dizziness washes over you, silver spots dotting your vision. Perhaps it is an ague. Oh how you wish it were. 

You set the pot down as you grasp at some stability. You stand and wipe your clammy forehead. Your hand drifts down to your bodice and you let it venture further. You try to feel your stomach through the layers. It is tauter than it once was but no rounder. Not as yet. 

You sit on a low stump, the seat the stabler uses to shoe the horses. You let the frigid air seep through your dress and stare at the grey clouds that blot out the sun. You hold your chin, elbows on your legs, hunched over as you let the stagnancy of that moment swallow you. 

For a moment, you believe that you can make time stand still. That you might stretch on this fantasy a little longer. That a single second might be spent into an eternity. You shake your head and close your eyes as your cheeks tingle with the cold. 

You try to picture the convent. You imagine dark halls and darker mornings. Prayers and repentance filling the days and keeping wakeless the nights. Would the nuns even accept a ruined soul like yours? 

“Miss,” Mary, the broom girl, stands along the path back to the house, “you have a caller.” 

You sit up and blink, a caller? How long have you been there? You shiver and rise, towering over the young servant like the mottled forest creature of wives tales. You nod and stride past her, rubbing your arms to warm yourself as you return to the house. 

It cannot be him. Not already. You’re not prepared. It has been all you can think of and yet you are wholly unready for it. 

You carry on inside and come into the main hall. Lord Odinson waits, your mother chittering at his elbow as Lord Rogers and Cora stand in the archway to the west wing. 

“You will be at the wedding tomorrow? We did not receive your response sir,” your mother pleads as she tugs his sleeve. 

“Ah, yes, did I not give it?” Odinson says coolly, “certainly I will come with some Asgardian ale to christen the blissful newlyweds.” 

“And we thank you for such generosity,” Cora coos. 

“I’m certain refreshments will be plenty,” Lord Rogers deflects. 

“Ah,” Lord Odinson’s attention is drawn by your emergence from behind the staircase, “my valkyrie, you called for me and I am here.” 

“I... you have come so... swiftly,” you remark, your voice teetering. 

“Of course,” he assures as he crosses the polished floor, “as ever I will for my beloved.” He approaches and takes your hands in his, kissing your knuckles, “you are like ice,” he feels your hands and covers them with his gloved ones, “are you ill?” 

“No, uh, yes, no,” you stammer, “sir, I only meant... I only thought to speak with you.” 

“I do cherish the tenor of your sweet voice, lady, I would ride so fast as I might to hear it,” he assures. 

“You rode... all this way, my lord?” 

“I do prefer to be in a saddle,” he affirms, “so, shall we converse? Perhaps we might have some tea to warm you, my valkyrie.” 

“Please,” you cringe, wishing he would quit his honeyed words, “I do not require it. Perhaps somewhere private...” 

“With chaperone of course,” your mother insists. You blanch but do your best not to show your unease. “Pollo! Pollo!” She claps, “forgive me I will not be able to do so myself as I have much to attend to for the morrow, but we have a groom here... Pollo!” 

She cries out and the dark-haired man appears. The old groom has a round belly and wine-reddened cheeks. He doesn’t speak more than Italian but he is steadfast in his service. Your mother bids him, pointing at you, then shoos him with a flick of her fingers. 

He shrugs and bows his head, nearing you and the duke. You peer over at your sister and Lord Rogers as they watch. The former stares at your betrothed as he clings still to your hands and the latter narrows his eyes in your direction. Just the sight of him makes you even more sick than before. Of any, he cannot know though you expect should Cora find out, it will not be a secret. 

“The sun room, perhaps,” Odinson suggests. 

“As you wish,” you agree. 

He offers his arms and you accept it. He guides you along, well-acquainted to the halls already, and takes you around to the sun room. The curtains are closed and the space is dim with the shadow of winter. The groom claims the armchair in the corner, making it groan with his weight, as another servant follows to light a lamp and put flint to the fireplace. 

When all is lit, you detach from Odinson and retreat from him. You mash your hands together and sway, spinning back to face him as he watches you intently. He seems unbothered by the spontaneity of it all. 

“You missed me? I have longed to see you again,” he beams. 

“Please,” you show your palms, “please, I... we must speak.” 

“Of? Name anything and it shall be yours. As my wife, you will never want for anything, valkyrie.” 

You wince as if struck. You drop your arms and your head. You stalk over to the bench that looks toward the window and sit, slumped forward as you shake your head. He approaches as he lets out a long exhale. He sits beside you. 

“Something is amiss. Forgive me for making light, I came upon mistaken sentiment,” his voice is grave, “you have something to say and I must listen. As ever, I am the storm but these winds have calmed.” 

You rock and another hot tinge settles behind your eyes. You roll them up and sit straight. You crane to see over your shoulder. Rollo’s eyes are closed as he’s halfway to sleeping. It is propriety alone that has him sat in that chair. 

You look ahead once more, “I cannot marry you.” 

He sucks in air and snorts, “what?” 

“I cannot—it cannot—I'm sorry, Lord Odinson.” 

“Why ever should you change your mind? The banns are read and will be again,” he touches your arm and you shy away. 

“You deserve... better.” 

“I deserve you,” he insists. 

“Please, sir, let me find the words,” you beg touch your temples as you try to rein in your wits. You close your eyes and shudder. 

“You are cold still, perhaps you might move closer to the fire--” 

“It hardly matters,” you lower your hands and clutch them tight.  

You make yourself look at him. You must. He warrants at least the truth told to his face and not the floor. His blue eyes twinkle as his usually bright face is stern. 

“I am...” you take a breath and struggle to let it back out as the words burn the tip of your tongue, “I... am with... child.” 

You choke out the last word and nearly faint. You stare at him, waiting for him to explode. You mightn’t even have a say in who knows should he speak too loudly. His eyes search yours and he blinks. He turns his face down and looks at his lap, gripping his thighs as he nods and hums. 

“That’s wonderful,” he says. 

“Pardon?” 

“Yes, it’s wonderful. We’ll have a child.” 

“Sir, I—we haven’t... it is another man’s,” you feel as if you shouldn’t have to explain this. 

“Why certainly he put it there, yes, but I would claim it,” he faces you again. 

Your eyes round, “why should you do that? That isn’t... proper. I am not proper, sir. I am telling you that I have been... corrupted. I should never have said yes.” 

“But you did.” 

“You needn’t-- it isn’t fair.” 

“Perhaps it isn’t fair that you should have to carry the cad’s seed,” he agrees, “for any many who would lay with a lady and not seek her hand, well, he can be nothing else.” 

You’re quiet as disbelief clouds around you. He can’t possibly mean it. He must be in shock. Certainly, he wouldn’t just accept another’s child. 

“Sir, you shouldn’t-- you shouldn’t do this. I am releasing you.” 

“I don’t want to be released,” he says sullenly. 

“Why? Why would you do this?” You ask. 

“I meant all I said to you, from the first breath, my valkyrie,” he proclaims. “And I mean it still.” 

“But, sir, you cannot—I cannot live with myself--” 

“You are honourable. Honest. You have told me this when you did not need to. When you could’ve claimed an early birth, when you could have kept quiet, yet you did not. That says more than a fleeting tryst. For that’s what it was, yes? Or do you lay with this man still?” 

You shake your head and look down at your fingers as you twists them until they hurt, “just once. Only once. It was... unplanned. It wasn’t...” your voice cracks. 

His chest inflates with a sonorous breath, “did you want it?” 

“Pardon?” You murmur. 

“Unplanned... did you... was it... your tryst, was it willing?” 

You put your fist to your mouth and sob. You can’t say it. You won’t. You replay it in your head every night and you think of how you told him to stop and yet you did not stop him. You should have fought more. You should have screamed. 

“I didn’t make him stop,” you eke around your hand. 

“Make him? Did you ask him to begin?” 

“Please, sir, I cannot—please just end this and I will ask my father for the convent once more. I cannot bring this shame on you.” 

“Shame? Shame is the man, if I should call him that, who has done this,” he snarls and reaches for you, taking your hand. “I swore you would be my wife and I will hold to that. As you swore to be my wife. We will see the altar together. As one.” 

“You do not have to--” 

“I want to,” he growls and you look up at his angry face. You’ve never seen such fury in him. “I have never done anything but by my own whim and will not change that now.” 

“You are too nice, sir. Too nice, I cannot ask it--” 

“Who?” He sneers. 

“Sir?” 

“Who has done this to you?” 

“I cannot--” 

“I should know.” 

“No, please, I wouldn’t-- it would be my ruin--” 

“No, it would be his and you protect him still, so tell me.” 

“No, no I will not. That I cannot tell you, sir. To say it would defeat me completely.” 

He sighs into a snarls and lowers his chin. He sounds like a simmering bull, readying for the charge. You tug on your hand but he will not release you. You relent and let him cling to you. 

Silence, suffocating and still.  

“My brother was an orphan. We took him in when he was young. He is a duke, same as me, now,” he declares as he squares his posture. “You wouldn’t know the difference. And I won’t. Not between this child and our next.” 

“Sir, surely--” 

“We are to have a child,” he says, “that is happy news and I thank you for bringing me here to hear it.” He pets your hand and leans his arm against yours. He brings your fingers up to your mouth and kisses them, “one day, I will know who the culprit is and on that, I will surely split his skull. Not for his bastard, for that child has no sin, but for your honour, lady. For my wife’s honour.” 

💟

Cora’s wedding to Lord Rogers culminates in a grand luncheon. The bride is a beautiful mist of tears as she accepts the well wishes of her guests. She basks in the attention as you gladly languish in the shadows. 

Despite Lord Odinson’s unexpected and reassuring reaction, you’re still uncertain. You don’t know if he’s keeping a good face on until he knows how to act, perhaps renegs his grace, or if you might come to pay for your discretion later in your union. You’re prepared to meet your atonement, however it comes. 

As you sit for the meal, the chair beside you is claimed almost at once. Your betrothed has appeared throughout the event but you’ve hardly been at his side. Each time you see him, his eyes skim the crowd as if he can see right through every one of them. Yet, when he looks at you, you feel only warmth. You don’t understand how he can look at you as such. 

“How do you fare, today, my valkyrie?” He asks as he straightens his cravat, “you look well.” 

“Good, I think.” 

“Glad to hear it,” he raises his glass for a servant to fill it with sherry. You opt for lemon water, as much as your tumultuous stomach can handle. 

“I thought we might have our own reception at Nine Pillars,” he suggests. 

“I would like that,” you agree, your eyes drifting beyond him, to your father’s gardens, where... “whatever you may offer, I will be grateful for.” 

“Mighty valkyrie, full of grace,” he praises and reaches for a platter, “ooh, they have some sweet ham here with pineapple.” 

He takes a helping and puts it on your plate. You smell the tangy fruit and the underline savoury waft of the meat. You lurch and grasp the edge of the table. You give a panicked look to Odinson as he peers down at the food. He switches your plates out swiftly. 

“Tell me, what are you in the mind for then?” He leans in so his arm touches yours as you sip from the lemon water to quell your stomach. “Valkyrie, give me your command and I will obey.” 

You give him a coy grin, “you can be so silly.” 

“Silly. Mad. All for love,” he assures you.  

“Is their anything dry?” You ask, “bread, perhaps.” 

“Sourdough,” he reaches to take the basket as others help themselves to the spread. 

“I’ll have some of that.” 

“With marmalade?” He offers.  

“No,” your face pinches at the thought, “no, bread will do.” 

You blink and shake of another tide of sickness. As you do, your eyes meet another pair further down the table, amid the rabble of voices. Lord Rogers tilts his head as Cora tugs on his sleeve and giggles up at the couple behind them. He hardly seems to notice as he stares you down. 

You go rigid and quickly look away. You touch Odinson’s arm to keep from panicking. He looks at you, then down the table. He doesn’t say anything, merely carves off a chunk of bread for you. 

You pick away at the hard crust and the dry spongey inside. You take small bites, cautious of upsetting your volatile stomach. The afternoon wears on, course after course, and you avoid those dishes which threaten to overthrow your restraint. 

At last, the cake is serves, a tiered sponge with cream and fruit and candied sugar spun in a facsimile fountain atop it. It’s splended and beautiful. The couple are served first as they smiles in delight. The doling out of servings takes some time as guests wait patiently for their turn and the cake is pushed on a cart from chair to chair. 

When it comes your turn, your name rises over the crowd. You sit up and glance over, relieved at least not to watch the layers of custard and cake hit your plate. Lord Rogers has his hand on the back of his wife’s chair. 

“And how do you like the dessert? I believe you’ve been saving space for it all day, eh?” He chirps. 

You angle your head in confusion. You look down then at Odinson who sits a little taller as he leans forward. 

“You’ve hardly indulged, so I hope you might show your support and delight in this delectable dessert,” Rogers taunts. “A wedding is no place for a sour face.” 

Your lips part. You’re stunned. How could he be so bold as to call you out? Among all his guests and he must torment you. Was one night not enough. Your whole life as his violation thrives within your womb. Lord Odinson subtly touches your elbows. 

“I am most happy for you and my sister,” you rebuff, “and you are correct, I’ve been in much anticipation for dessert.” 

You take your fork and scoop up a heaping mouthful. You smile at it even as your insides rage. You make yourself taste it. It’s so sweet and smooth and wonderful, but your stomach mulches as if it is rubbish. Your cheeks tremble and you swallow, nearly gagging. 

“To you, sir, and my sister, Cora, I wish a happy marriage,” you force out as you hide your mouth behind a handkerchief. 

“To the happy couple,” Lord Odinson raises his glass and the table erupts, at once, the attention shifted back to them. 

You brace his arm and squeeze. You fight but you cannot withhold the uproar within. You stand and rush away, frantically searching for somewhere to hide and spew your guts. 

💟

The days overcome your doubts. The weeks come with more affectations; your sickness ebbs and flows and the temperature feels at times hotter then colder, swaying back forth, while some moments you spend with a throbbing head and pulsing feet. The most obvious symptom of your condition is the tightness of your stay. Soon, you will be showing more than you like, but for now, loosened laces can ease your discomfort. 

Your wedding day fast approaches. Time does seem to defy any human whim. You wish it would slow so you could catch your breath. Much like your husband-to-be who has yet to falter in his affections. 

You sit before the mirror with the grown of silver petals in your lap. There is one still bent from Cora’s envy but you will keep it to the back of your head. You will wear it as proudly as that night Lord Odinson gifted it to you. You hope for the day you might both forget all else. 

If it is to be. If he is at the altar waiting still. 

Albina and Hannah take the crown from you and secure it among your styled locks. Albina smiles at your reflection as Hannah jabs you with a pin. You nervously wring your hands as you admire the lavender shade of your gown. You wish you’d had more of it, that you hadn’t needed to trim it in ivory to make up for your height. Still, it is beautiful and the nicest dress you’ve ever worn. 

“Are you nervous?” Albina asks. 

“Suppose,” you admit and lift your chin, “very, truly.” Though not for the reason she might think. 

“Lord Odinson is kind. He should be gentle,” Hannah says. 

Your cheeks tinge at her suggestion, “sister.” 

“Well, it is what we are all thinking, isn’t it?” She shrugs. 

“I hope I do not find a husband so soon,” Albina adds, “I would like to enjoy my books a little longer.” 

“You might take on the spinster’s mantel then,” Hannah snipes. 

“It shouldn’t be so bad,” you murmur. “Every woman must do it. Eventually. It cannot be so horrible.” 

You lower your head again, trying to hide the emotion battling in your chest. It was bad, that first time. Lord Rogers hadn’t been kind at all. Would Lord Odinson be any different? For Rogers seemed kind at first glance only to be cruel upon touch. 

What if you husband did not want to meet his duty? What if he could not knowing you had lain with another? You would not blame him and without consummation, he might still turn you away. 

“Cora said it was more painful than anything she’s ever felt,” Hannah undercuts your dread. “Though she still loves her husband well.” 

“You shouldn’t speak of that,” you gird. 

“Why not? Won’t you tell us how it is so we may be ready?” She challenges. 

“I... I... It’s rather strange to speak of it.” 

“You are strange,” Hannah retorts with a huff. 

“But pretty,” Albina chimes, “look at you, sissie. You truly look like a queen in that crown.” 

You meet the gaze of your reflection. You do look better than you ever have before. You wonder if they notice the new fullness in your cheeks. If they do, they don’t mention it. You take a deep breath. 

“I shouldn’t keep them waiting any longer,” you stand.  

If you wait any longer, you might lose your nerve. 

The bishop waits in the grand hall of Nine Pillars as you emerge from the rooms allotted for your preparations. The crowd stands among the columns and hushes as you appear at the end of the hall. You face the clergy man and for an instant, your heart dangles precariously, ready to plummet.  

Where is Lord Odinson? 

His golden head pops up beside the bishop and he fixes the flower tucked into his lapel. His long blond hair is draw back as a scarlet bow holds it back, its ears peeking out behind his nape. He is smiling as he pauses and his eyes meet yours across the space. 

You can see even from there how his features slacken and for a moment, you are breathless. He looks as stricken. You put one foot down and let your long legs carry you. 

All your doubts float away. The faces around you haze together and the world crumbles to dust. It's only you and that man.  

💟

The ceremony gives way to a soiree, bodies clustered together, partners dancing, and you among them. Your husband, a husband, has your hand in his as he leads you in the steps. This man, this wonderful forgiving man you vowed yourself too nearly sweeps you off your feet, a sensation you've never known before. 

Your cheer blooms from you as his cheeks flush in his excess. He barely pauses to receive kind words from his guest. His elation is contagious. It gives no way to your fears. 

"Do you know what I thought upon the altar, beautiful valkyrie," he purrs, "I nearly fell upon my knees even." 

"What?" You smile, glowing up at him. 

"That the gods did bless me. That you must be sent from them, a gift to me, mere mortal." 

You can't help but pat his chest, "you flatter." 

"You are too modest," he guides you along, "you are a statue come too life, art in the flesh." 

"My husband... you words are too sweet." 

"I know, I know, the wedding night is still ahead of us, I do run too fast," he chuckles, "but how can I help the anticipation? 

Your lashes flick and giggle, "husband." 

"That word has never sounded sweeter," he grins, "but a sweeter noise might be my own name. Say it for me, valkyrie." 

Your cheeks burn hot, "Thor?" 

"Delicious," he growls nearly baring his teeth, "and I shall savour every sound you make. Every moan and mewl. Every breath and laugh. Just as every part of you." 

It's too good to be true. You deign to let yourself feel it all but you must. If even only for tonight. If only for the next moment. You will have a morsel of happiness if it's all you have to chew on for the rest of your life. 

💟

The night wears on and so do you. Your feet ache, as does most of you, and your voice is raw from laughing and talking. It is the first that you ever spent an event not along the wall or hiding in some shadow. It is a night all your own, or so your husband has made it feel. 

Yet, he does not tire. Not as quickly. As he booms and bawls to the amusement of all, you cling to his arm and repress a yawn. You will not spoil his fun, you will persist. 

Still, you cannot ignore all urges of your humanity. You press a hand to his sleeve and excuse yourself, promising to return. Your husband pauses to bid you not be long and you're further abashed at his attention. 

You flit off to find the privy. You've been several times over the day. Your bladder swells no matter how little you drink. As you progress, you find your body is contradictory to your mind. 

You venture down the corridor and sweep into the room. Once relieved, you emerge feeling lighter but no less tired. The silent desolation of the corridor rather makes your exhaustion all the more potent. 

You turn towards the statue of a warrior, you recognise it, it is the means by which you've found your way. Before you can pass it, a figure appears from behind it and you falter in your slippers. 

You gasp and ball your hands, the man before you sending a ripple of horror through you as he smirks at your surprise. Lord Rogers' cheek dimples as he quorks his head like a cynical crow. 

"You are ever a creature of urges," he muses, "fluttering back and forth as a skittish bird." 

"My lord, I... what is the meaning--" 

"I'm afraid we've not had much of a chance to speak, have we? The blushing bride is much a titter," he chortles, "she has the gull to giggle like a maiden, even." 

"Lord Rogers," you utter, appalled. 

"But the sway of her hips do betray her true nature. That which is within her," he sneers, "as does the curdling of her face over any dish that tickles her nose." 

"Sir, I know not what you mean--" 

"I should laugh truly, to know that another will raise my bastard," he taunts, "that it is him, does entertain me more." He takes a step forward and you back, "so you will be certain to lay with him this night so he may believe he has vigour." He grabs your arms before you can elude him, "you will think of me, won't you, Athena, my fallen goddess? Of how I desecrated your--" 

Suddenly, you are staggered. Lord Rogers is swung backward and flung into the statue. There's a roar, tha same noise you would expect of a charging bear, and the flash of scarlet. You watch paralysed as Thor grabs Lord Rogers by his jacket and spins him, throwing him into the other wall. 

The smaller of the men, though they are both built well, slides to one knee, his hand on the plaster. The other is quick, wasting not a second before aims a foot into Rogers' stomach. The duke falls backward and is at once straddled beneath the larger. 

Thor lays blows upon the other man, hailing down on him like the tempest he claims himself. Your fear overflows and you push through the thick waves. You come forward numbly and pull your husband by the back of his collar.  

"Please sir, unhand him." 

"You would defend this animal!" He wails down another fist and growls. 

"No, no, I would not spare him but I would... I would have my husband not take me to my wedding night with bloodied knuckles. Thor," you pet the back of his head, "let this be a happy day. Please." 

He sits back on his heels and puffs out. He looks back at you as you step away. You put your hand to your middle.  

"Husband?" 

He snarls and spits on Lord Rogers, standing with a huff. You reach for his hand and he takes it. He squeezes as he sends one last kick of his toe to the man on the floor. 

"Let me save my strength for you, wife. I certainly would need it." 

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120+ prompts

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prompts below the cut

💬 dialogue

1. "Oh, you think that's cute, huh?"

2. "You're not as tough as you want people to think"

3. "I've been waiting for so long to tell you this"

4. "It's like I lose control of all my senses when you're around"

5. "What the fuck do you mean you accidentally posted a picture of us together to your fucking public social media?"

6. "Don't come round here no more"

7. "What will the neighbours think?"

8. "Give me a hand, would ya?"

9. "Calm down, I didn't go anywhere"

10. "Did you eat today?" "Why do you always ask?"

11. "Am I not allowed to show you off and brag about you?"

12. "This is serious!"

13. "Can I please have your attention? Please?"

14. "Would you mind teaching me?"

15. "No matter where I go, you're always on my mind"

16. "Shut up and put your lips on mine already"

17. "I know you want it, baby"

18. "That's... that's my jacket."

19. "It's your favourite ice cream, ain't it?"

20. "Give me a kiss and I'll give it back"

21. "Now this is about the best thing I've ever woken up to"

22. "I've had a hard day... pour me a cold one, please?"

23. "Honey, I'm home!"

24. "Can we talk? Like, properly?"

25. "Sit still."

✨horror quotes

1. "I want to help you because… because you tried to help me."

2. "You're not gonna leave me here, are you?"

3. "You will die! Like the others before you, one by one, we will take you."

4. "He'll hear you!"

5. "Yeah, they're dead. They're all messed up."

6. "We may not enjoy living together, but dying together isn't going to solve anything."

7. "Well, there's no problem. If you have a gun, shoot 'em in the head. That's a sure way to kill 'em. If you don't, get yourself a club or a torch. Beat 'em or burn 'em. They go up pretty easy."

8. "There's nothing wrong with the radio. Must've been the station."

9. "I do wish we could chat longer, but... I'm having an old friend for dinner. Bye."

10. "I think it would be quite something to know you in private life."

11. "You still wake up sometimes, don't you? You wake up in the dark and hear the screaming"

12. "All good things to those who wait."

13. "Do not touch the glass. Do not approach the glass. You pass him nothing but soft paper - no pencils or pens. No staples or paperclips in his paper. Use the sliding food carrier, no exceptions. If he attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it. Do you understand me?"

14. "We've tried to study him, of course, but he's much too sophisticated for the standard tests."

15. "I would not have had that happen to you, discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me."

16. "Yes, but then I would have missed the pleasure of your company."

17. "I'm gonna get you outta there, but right now you listen to me. I've gotta leave this room, I'll be right back."

18. "Oh my, does he hate us. Thinks I'm his nemesis."

19. "Whatever you do... don't fall asleep."

20. "Oh, man. Midnight, baseball bats and boogeymen. Beautiful."

21. "This is just a dream, this isn't real. This is just a dream, he isn't real. He isn't…"

22. "They will say that I have shed innocent blood. What's blood for if not for shedding?"

23. "As for our deaths, there is nothing to fear."

24. "We shall die together in front of their very eyes and give them something to be haunted by. Come with me and be immortal."

25. "Allow me at least a kiss. Just one exquisite kiss."

🎶 music lyrics (chosen artist: Slipknot)

1. “You are the only one”

2. “Blood's on my face and my hands”

3. “I'm not afraid to cry”

4. “I'm not like you, I just fuck up”

5. “You fucking touch me, I will rip you apart”

6. “I can feel it on my mouth”

7. “I'd give it all to you”

8. “Come take it, it's all for you”

9. “Relax, it's over”

10. “You are my first”

11. “You are my favourite”

12. “You will always be mine”

13. “I don't know why I never told you”

14. “I guess I'll save the best for last”

15. “Tell me everything's gonna be alright”

16. “Hard to say what caught my attention”

17. “I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you”

18. “Bring me to my knees”

19. “I'm gonna love you now”

20. “What if I never saw you again?”

21. “I won't let you walk away”

22. “Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong”

23. “But you asked me to love you and I did”

24. “You told me to love you and I did.”

25. “Are you ready for the time of your life?”

💫 situations

1. secret relationship

2. friends to lovers

3. ww1 AU

4. post-war AU

5. snowed in

6. first date

7. first kiss

8. werewolf!reader

9. mutual pining

10. only one bed

11. bodyguard AU

12. quiet nights in

13. marriage proposals

14. temporary breakup

15. visiting in the middle of the night

16. coming in through the window

17. jealousy

18. dancing together

19. going to a concert together

20. holidays

21. caught in the rain

22. thinking that something had happend to them

23. stealing clothes

24. cuddling on the sofa

25. playful fights/arguments

🎼 songs

1. Waterloo - ABBA

2. The Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang

3. I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston

4. How Will I Know - Whitney Houston

5. Run To You - Whitney Houston

6. Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard

7. I Was Made For Lovin' You - KISS

8. You're Still The One - Shania Twain

9. Everybody Loves Somebody - Dean Martin

10. We Belong Together - Mariah Carey

11. Song #3 - Stone Sour

12. Dying - Stone Sour

13. Imperfect - Stone Sour

14. Hesitate - Stone Sour

15. Through Glass - Stone Sour

16. Wicked Game - Stone Sour

17. Say You'll Haunt Me - Stone Sour

18. Taciturn - Stone Sour

19. Snuff - Slipknot

20. Yen - Slipknot

21. De Sade - Slipknot

22. Dead Memories - Slipknot

23. H377 - Slipknot

24. I Saw Red - Warrant

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🔥 nsfw dialogue

1. "Oh, you like that, huh?"

2. "C'mon, tell me what you want"

3. "You're being so fucking good for me"

4. "Call me that again"

5. "Aw, look how needy you are"

6. "That's it, nice and easy, take your time"

7. "You want me to touch you?"

8. "What do you want? Hands, mouth?"

9. "Fuck, you look so fucking good right now"

10. "Taking my cock so well"

11. "I'm gonna spank you, that alright?"

12. "Just lay back, and let me look after you"

13. "You're so fucking tight"

14. "We don't have much time, unless you want a quickie"

15. "Fuck, fuck! Right there!"

16. "You can cum when you're ready"

17. "Did you just moan my name whilst touching yourself?"

18. "What's the matter? You wanna hump my thigh?"

19. "Don't stop!"

20. "I wanna hear you beg for it"

21. "How bad do you want my cock?"

22. "So fucking good, and all mine"

23. "Please, I've behaved all fucking day"

24. "Quit acting like a brat"

25. "Please, don't tease"

🍑 positions & general nsfw

1. doggy

2. kneeling (oral)

3. laid down (oral)

4. cowboy

5. reverse cowboy

6. against the wall

7. against a window

8. against a door

9. bent over the bed

10. standing (oral)

11. spooning

12. handjobs

13. cockwarming

14. outdoors

15. quickies

16. shower/bath

17. bent over standing

18. on the floor

19. mutual masturbation

20. anal sex

21. anal fingering

22. in the car

23. somewhere secret

24. lotus

25. the bodyguard

🍆 kinks

1. daddy kink

2. praise kink

3. spanking

4. feltching

5. collars/leads

6. restraint

7. blindfolding

8. edging

9. semi-public

10. cucking

11. edging

12. breeding

13. size

14. choking

15. gagging

16. ice play

17. biting

18. scratching

19. possession

20. begging

21. dry humping

22. brat taming

23. nipple play

24. hands

25. rough oral

[atiny-for-life]

Mini Lore Nugget #6:

Mini Lore Nuggets - Masterlist

The Fever Part.3 Diary Entries tell us Strictland has 40 years of compulsory education due to the population's increased lifespan, while The World Ep. 2 Entries tell us a lot more additional details about how schools work in Strictland:

Within 6 months after birth, parents have to take their children to a state certified hospital where they'll be undergoing various tests before parents are allowed to take them back home. As their kids then begin developing their temperaments and talents, parents are expected to nurture their children's' innate abilities.

All children who are then determined to be "talented" are eligible for the Prestige Academy entrance exam. The results of this exam will then determine which class they will be joining:

Class 1: Government worker -> research and system implementation to improve efficiency and societal control

Class 2: Control and punishment of the population according to government guidelines (including future Guardians)

Class 3: Human classification -> educating them accordingly

Class 4: Human survival, i.e. overseeing new energy exchanges, charging control chips, supply and manufacturing of essential energy

Class 5: City management, sanitization, and organization

Additionally, they also have the student-patrol-group Thunder, who basically operate as government-enforcers by ensuring no students appear "emotional" which would make them Sense Offenders - a crime that would get them dragged to the Disposal Site (essentially a death camp).

Prestige Academy is also one of the Strictland locations we actually get to see in the music videos (most clearly in the Bouncy MV Teaser 2):

While out here in the real world, schools aren't this extreme, it is still wildly disgusting how governments will use the education system to manipulate students, alter history, and brainwash generations in order to achieve the desired outcome - an obedient worker drone who won't have the knowledge to question their leaders' actions:

Example #1: Israel

With the genocide happening in Gaza, you have probably been wondering how so many Israelis can still be supporting the Israeli military and even cheer at the deaths of innocent Palestinian civilians.

Well, look no further than their school textbooks, because in them, this is what you will find about Palestinians (who are in the books generally referred to as "the Arabs":

Caricatures of primitive farmers

Hordes of refugees

Masked individuals labeled as "terrorists"

Even on maps in the textbooks, the West Bank, the Gaza Strip and East Jerusalem aren't labeled - they're simply being treated as parts of Israel:

Starting in Nursery School, children are also constantly and relentlessly reminded of the Holocaust. This includes showing them horrific pictures of dead bodies and making them pretend they're among the people trapped in the Death Camps.

Beyond that, the children's trauma and rage resulting from this isn't being aimed at Germans or Hitler - as would be logical - no, it's being aimed at the Palestinians who are being "nazified" by the Israeli government.

In 2023, Israel had a children's choir record a song to support the Israeli army which they have since attempted to remove from the internet, but the full thing is documented here and multiple translations of the lyrics are still accessible:

On the Gaza beach the autumn night is descending Planes are bombing, ruin follows ruin See the IDF crossing the borderline To annihilate the Swastika carriers In one more year There won’t be anything left there And we’ll return safely to our home In one more year We’ll eliminate them all and go back to plowing our fields

The Israeli government wants Israeli children to know nothing about Palestinian culture, Palestinian's lives or their emotional state - they don't even want the children to see Palestinians as human beings at all. And the result of all that indoctrination is clear to see:

But what I want you to know is that this doesn't always work - there are still many Israelis who know the truth and who are fighting from within to make a difference in whichever way they can:

Further watching (images above are from the first video in this list):

Example #2: The United States

The US's education system is famous for being underfunded, unequal, overpriced, and filled with textbooks that are full of mistakes, way too old to be topical, and in general... lacking.

Historically, education in the States has been used to enact control on the population: first by kidnapping indigenous children from reservations and forcing them to attend "white" schools, and later by segregating schools to withhold education from black children and young adults.

But even now, modern day education in the US is full of glaring problems:

To cite this article:

Racial bias in history textbooks and curricula is a persistent problem. Often, teachers in US history classrooms downplay or overlook racism. Many attempts at teaching America’s racist history fall woefully short, such as when a fifth grader in New Jersey was “sold” in class at a mock slave auction, or when a fourth grader in Wisconsin was asked in a homework assignment to “give three ‘good’ reasons” for chattel slavery. Additionally problematic, some textbooks figure as apologetics for slavery. As recently as 2018, a Texas school assigned Prentice Hall Classics: A History of the United States, which posits that “many [slaves] may not have even been terribly unhappy with their lot, for they knew no other.” Another College Board–approved textbook that “meet(s) the curricular requirements of AP U.S. History” includes a map that refers to forcibly imported Africans in 1775 as “immigrants.”

Worst of all, the Trump administration is currently doing everything within its power to worsen this issue because nothing is more threatening to a dictator than an educated population:

Further watching (the first video is the source of the first image in this section):

I could go on and on, but instead, I will leave you with some resources you can read through if you feel like diving deeper into the topic (which I highly recommend):

Afghanistan: Withholding education from women as a tool of oppression

Egypt: Withholding education from all as means to boost military funding

Japan: Trying to erase a history of colonialism, war crimes, and more

Russia: Rewriting history books to indoctrinate a population

[cricketnationrise]

1:23 am

The White House

David The Beagle

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1:23am, white house

David isn’t at home.

He keeps his eyes closed and pretends to still be asleep while he tries to figure out where he is. He knows His Henry took him somewhere because of the food laced with the hateful thing that makes him sleepy and the suitcases and his travel carrier. But it doesn’t smell like furniture polish and mothballs like when they go to Sandyham or Buckyham. (Perhaps most upsetting about those places is the lack of ham, despite the names. Or the fact that His Henry retreats into himself, left with nothing but a shell until they get home and David can burrow into His Henry’s chest again.) (But seriously, the dearth of ham is criminal.)

And obviously they aren’t at home because David knows home, with its stone and sprawling grounds and His Henry and ThankYouShaan and Aunty Bea and even Mr. Wobbles. There’s pockets of stuffiness at home, but His Henry’s room and the music room burst with laughter and kindness and something that David decides is family. (Sometimes His Henry’s Alex comes to visit and His Henry gets all happy and warm and smells like cinnamon and David gets thrice as many pets. David likes those days the best.)

So David doesn’t know where he is, but there is something comforting about the smells of this new place, despite the fact that this room is entirely decorated in shades of beige usually reserved for ThatOldHarpy’s twinsets. This new place doesn’t feel as old as home, but David can tell it's got its own long history. There’s a weight of tradition in the air that he recognizes. Maybe a historic hotel? He can smell laundry detergent and fabric softener and—

“David? You awake again?”

And David couldn’t ignore His Henry if he tried (and he doesn’t want to). His tail starts wagging and he opens his eyes to see His Henry crouched next to his travel bed.

“Good morning, sleepy!” His Henry coos, petting his head and rubbing that magic spot behind David’s ears that gets his back leg twitching in pleasure. “Should we get food?”

David’s up and by the door in a flash. Duh, they should get food. Now that he’s thinking about it properly, David is starving, can’t remember the last time he was fed, he’s going to waste away—

“Alright, stop whining, let's go to the kitchen. David, heel.”

David takes up his position on His Henry’s left and trots dutifully at his side down a couple unfamiliar hallways. The smell of cooking food grows stronger with each step and his tail wags harder. David doesn’t care where they are if it means he has a chance to steal some bacon.

They go through one more doorway and only David’s training keeps him calmly at His Henry’s side. His Henry’s Alex is here! And cooking bacon!

“Hello, love.”

His Henry’s Alex spins around from his position at the stove, a joyful smile taking over his face.

“Baby! You’re here—I thought you weren’t getting in until this afternoon!”

His Henry crosses the room, drawn inexorably into His Henry’s Alex’s orbit—just like anytime they’re in the same room. David ignores them smashing their faces together and their quiet conversation in favor of sniffing every corner of the kitchen. His Henry brought him here, which means that somewhere there is food for David—and he will find it. 

One full circuit of the room’s edge later and David is stumped. Maybe it’s stashed up high? His Henry will know, and he’s had more than enough time to say hello by now. David comes back over to where the humans’ legs are now tangled together and sits next to them, letting himself slump hard against them with a huff.

“Oh, sorry, David,” His Henry says. “Let me get you fed.”

His Henry’s Alex squats down to scratch at David’s chin while His Henry flutters around the kitchen pulling down dog food and a set of bowls.

“Hey, buddy! Sorry I distracted your dad for a bit there, I was just so glad to see him.” David pushes into His Henry’s Alex’s hands in agreement. He also misses His Henry when they can’t travel together. “I’m really glad he was able to bring you with him, little man. Don’t tell Henry, but I missed you even more than him.”

David pulls away to look up at His Henry’s Alex doubtfully. That statement would refute all previous evidence that David has collected. His Henry’s Alex tips his head back and laughs really hard.

“Oh my god, H—your dog is giving me the biggest bitch please face I’ve ever seen!”

“What were you telling him? He’s quite the discerning gentleman, so you must have been running your mouth.”

“But you like when I—”

“Save it for when we aren’t in a common space, dear.”

“Hen, it’s the middle of the night—”

“And yet I think you can wait twenty minutes for your depravity.”

His Henry puts food and water bowls in front of David and he promptly ignores His Henry and His Henry’s Alex fondly squabbling like children.

David still may not know precisely where he is, but His Henry is happy, His Henry’s Alex is here, and David has food, so specifics can wait.

[witchofthesouls]

You know that one video of those elephants from a elephant sanctuary that literally run to meat and greet a new orphaned baby elephant?

That’s how I imagine the first meeting between Starscream’s trine and or Soundwave and his cassettes and Megatron’s newborn/young daughter/s went 🥰

Starscream will literally shank anyone else and bury their corpse in the deepest grotto that dared be the first to greet the newsparks outside of Megatron's direct kinship-ties. This is due to Vosian-style of Seekerkin propriety, which has strict guidelines on what is and isn't acceptable within the shifting hierarchy.

Starscream may enact assassination attempts on Megatron, but that can be taken as an extension of his duties since the Decepticon SIC aligns enough to be the most prominent Ring-Wing as it encompasses internal defense of the faction/flock. Newsparks are an immense life-event to Seekerkin. Who is and isn't allowed to interact with them, especially during the initial exchange outside the carrier and sires, is a highly telling social cue to other Seekerkin. Starscream would be absolutely furious if Megatron didn't let him and his trine meet the newspark since keeping them away would cause strife with the other Decepticon Seekerkin and destabilize Starscream's authority among them.

Because Starscream is almost genial as he only done three scathing comments to Megatron, the miner thought the congratulatory Energon-wine from Thundercracker had been poisoned. The blue Seeker holds the newspark with practiced hands as Skywarp vibrates everywhere, crooning at the blind, wiggling infant. Starscream leaves a thoughtful set of training daggers, but Megatron has no idea what to do with the gruesome etchings of distorted faces done by Skywarp...

(The rest of the Air Force are hungrily waiting to start preparations for a very belated baby shower. Megatron will be up to his helmet in gifts.)

Soundwave's cassettes are the ones that actually stampede their way to coo at the newest bitty. Ratbat is enamored that he's no longer the smallest on the ship. Frenzy and Rumble jostle each other and actually have the ball-bearings to comment how tiny she is with Megatron's coding. Laserbeak enjoys a peek-a-boo game by dipping her beak down for the bitty grab, whereas Buzzsaw prefers to clean the infant. Ravage may act cool and collected compared to the rest of them, but Megatron shifts his gaze whenever the cougaraider dips her tail into the cradle-pod to play with his infant daughter.

[roboticchibitan]

Okay, between an Amazon gift card I got from doing a yearly survey for a study I'm in and three very generous people offering to donate towards the cost of a button press, I have almost everything I need to get pin making supplies for the "making pins for people in exchange for cost of shipping + a donation to the food bank" thing! And I can cover the rest!

So! As soon as I get the last of the donations (people are busy so I don't quite have it all yet) I will order the stuff and then once I've got a handful of designs ready I'll make a post with more info + the pin designs I've come up with. I'm not 100% sure how many pins I'll be offering (depends on if operating the press is hard on my joints), but the guidelines will be a donation of at least $3 gets you a premade pin and a donation of at least $10 will get you a custom made pin.

I'm not skilled in making art so the best I can offer for custom pins is a doodle BUT if you want to design it yourself there's a website that has pin design templates for a variety of programs. You can DM me for a link

If you need to know how much shipping will be before committing to a pin you can DM me and I'll check once I have a pin made that I can weigh. Pins will be mailed via USPS unless you prefer a different carrier. (USPS is usually cheapest)

Pins will be first come, first serve, but I will be doing this again in March for my birthday (as long as everything goes well this time around).

Let's see how many people we can feed!

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Mastering Mechanical Comprehension For ASVAB Test Prep

Mastering Mechanical Comprehension for the ASVAB requires a solid understanding of physics principles, mechanical systems, and problem-solving skills.

Easy Ways To Solve The Problems

To get more problems and practice lesson you will get many online resources and video tutorial. 👈

Here are some important objective-type questions related to physical mechanics that could be encountered in the U.S. Army entrance exam:

A body is in motion. What happens to its velocity if no external force acts upon it?

a) It stops.

b) It continues to move at a constant velocity.

c) Its velocity changes direction.

d) It accelerates indefinitely.

(practice problem)

Which of the following is the correct formula for work?

a) W = F × d

b) W = m × a

c) W = F × v

d) W = P × t

(practice problem)

Work on Time Management

The Arithmetic Reasoning section includes a number of questions that must be answered in a limited amount of time. To manage your time:

Practice timed drills: Take practice tests to improve your speed.

Don’t get stuck on one question: If a problem is taking too long, skip it and come back later if you have time.

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⚠️THAI WARNING, KILLED BY ROCKETS - Real time from Israel  

ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

⚠️The Nat. Sec. HQ calls on the Israeli public staying in Thailand to increase vigilance :

1. Avoid going to events with many participants that are identified with Israel, with an emphasis on those that are announced in advance or places of entertainment and gatherings that are identified with Israel.

2. Inform the local security forces if you are exposed to hostile activity targeted against Israelis/Jews.

3. Don’t publicly wear Israeli/Jewish symbols.

4. Avoid updating location details and travel plans on social networks.

These guidelines are valid for the entire country of Thailand.

▪️DEF. MIN. SAYS.. “There will be no ceasefire in Lebanon. We will continue striking Hezbollah until they are disarmed beyond the Litani River and the safety of northern residents (of Israel) is ensured.”

▪️MORE CREDIT CARD - CYBER ATTACK PROBLEMS.. Difficulties in credit payments with some providers due to a cyber attack on international Bezeq servers this afternoon.

▪️REGARDING THE NETANYAHU TRIAL.. The prosecutor's office OPPOSES Netanyahu's request to postpone his testimony due to lack of time to prepare BECAUSE OF WAR.

🔪TERROR - ATTEMPTED STABBING - near Dayr Sharaf.. terrorist shot, no injuries to IDF troops.

🔪TERROR - WELL POISONING.. Arab rioters from the village of Deir Davan today poisoned another water well in the pastures of Givat Or Meir, which is used for watering the hill's flock of sheep in Samaria, many goats poisoned.  No arrests.

💩IRAN SAYS.. spox of the Iranian govt Fatma Mahajrani: "Donald Trump must avoid any wrong choices that could violate the rights of the Iranian people."

♦️LEBANON - after warnings, IDF airstrikes on Beirut mid day.

♦️IDF - “we have destroyed 20 years of Hezbollah weapons production sites and warehouses in the heart of the Da'ahiya district, including a complex under five residential buildings containing about 50 families and located about 85 meters from a school.”

♦️LEBANON - A wave of Israeli attacks in southern Lebanon and reports of many terrorist being killed, per enemy reports.

♦️IRAN SHOT DOWN.. their own: Last week there was a news item about an Iranian fighter plane of the Phantom type that "crashed".  It did not crash, it was shot down by Iranian air defense in an area about 20 km from one of Iran's strategic facilities in Kermanasha. Oopsie.

❌ROCKET HIT - NAHARIYA market - from HEZBOLLAH - 2 killed.

⭕ROCKET HIT - KABARI - from HEZBOLLAH - 2 injured, shrapnel.

⭕ONGOING ROCKET and SUICIDE DRONE alerts across the north from HEZBOLLAH, with particular volumes across Nahariya, Acre, the Krayot, and Haifa, as well as Safed and the Golan and Upper Galilee towns.

⭕LONG RANGE ROCKETS at the Tel Aviv and wide surrounding areas from HEZBOLLAH, intercepted.

⭕HOUTHIS CLAIM.. “carried out two high-quality military operations, attacked two American destroyers in the Red Sea with ballistic missiles and drones, and attacked the American aircraft carrier Abraham Lincoln with drones.”

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The slutty little junior advisor trails after the head maid each day over the course of the week, "accidentally" bumping his small, perky breasts into her from behind under the guise of walking too near and not realising she's stopped. The head maid doesn't mind, and in fact, finds his enthusiastic behaviour endearing. And the way his dress stretches around his little waist and hikes up to show off that shapely little butt… Too adorable.

It's so nice to have such a hardworking maid amongst these lazy layabouts for once, so diligently carrying out every task without complaining about ruining their nails or smudging their makeup. Eventually, she decides that our little junior advisor deserves a reward…

Your royal advisor is now fingering himself to the sight projected in the crystal ball. In it, you will see the junior advisor sitting in the head maid's lap, her hands wrapped around that corseted little wasit while his pussy stretched around her thrusting cock. He is suckling from a nipple peeking over the chest line of her blouse. In a week or two, she would be inviting him along to her and the flat-chested advisor's "nightly sessions" for sure. I bet she can't wait to see her boys 69-ing on each others' little titties, breastfeeding together while she ties the plugs in their pussies to their opposing collars.

My liege, a recommendation. Instead of aiming to just spirit away the flat chested advisor, mayhaps we can seduce the entire palatial staff and launch an internal coup instead? Then you would not just be gaining the flat chested advisor by default, but will also be ousting the king with the inflamed prostate while gaining a new vassal state too. If yes, who should we sic our junior advisor on next, milord?

oh woah, this crystal ball is– damn, this crystal ball's got me flustered. wow. i never knew my junior advisor was so talented... it seems that my large breasted advisor trained him well.

Excellent, excellent, he's getting close to that poor flat-chested advisor... mhmm Perhaps I can order him to stay at the enemy's castle for longer, and wriggle his way into everyone's favour. *looks over to my advisor, with large breasts, for his nod of approval*

We shall use the kingdom wide poll as a guideline, by which the next order of action is for the junior advisor to seduce the... court jester. Well, it could be worse. Once my large breasted advisor stops fingering himself I will have him send a carrier pigeon to the junior advisor.

[valkyrieofsmut]

I have so many horror games (not surprising, since horror is my favorite genre! Lol) so today let's do a sampling, and figure out what we want to play for next week! (Anyone is and will be allowed to join in games that allow it, as long as you don't violate guidelines)

Something else?

(Covers of the older games)

I could only put 12 options, but that doesn't even fit all the horror games on my steam account, let alone all the ones for all the systems i have that I've been collecting over the years!

Comment any suggestions or preferences you have for tonight, too!

[corrilupgs]

The Importance of Hiring a Reputable Los Angeles Truck Accident Lawyer

Introduction

Accidents involving trucks can be devastating, resulting in severe injuries, substantial property damage, and often, complex legal situations. In Los Angeles, a city renowned for its bustling traffic and heavy big rig presence, understanding the importance of hiring a reputable Los Angeles truck accident lawyer cannot be overstated. This article aims to unravel the intricacies of truck accident claims and the pivotal role that skilled attorneys play in securing just compensation for victims.

Understanding Truck Accidents in Los Angeles

Truck accidents in Los Angeles often differ significantly from regular vehicle accidents. Due to the sheer size and weight of commercial trucks, the outcomes of these incidents can be devastating. According to the California Office of Traffic Safety, there were thousands of truck-related https://g.co/kgs/V8Mejuw accidents in Los Angeles County alone last year, leading to numerous fatalities and serious injuries. Several factors contribute to truck accidents:

Driver Fatigue: Long hours on the road can lead to fatigue, impairing a driver's reaction time and judgment. Improper Vehicle Maintenance: Trucks are heavy machinery requiring regular inspections and maintenance. Mechanical failures can lead to catastrophic accidents. Weather Conditions: Rain, fog, and other adverse weather can drastically affect visibility and traction for large vehicles. Distracted Driving: Texting, eating, and other distractions can severely impact a truck driver's focus. Drug and Alcohol Use: Substance abuse can significantly impair driving capabilities, increasing the risk of accidents.

The Role of Los Angeles Truck Accident Lawyers

When involved in a truck accident, victims may face numerous challenges. Without the assistance of qualified legal representation, navigating these challenges can be overwhelming. Here’s where a reputable Los Angeles truck accident lawyer steps in:

1. Expertise in Trucking Regulations

Truck accident lawyers in Los Angeles possess extensive knowledge of local, state, and federal trucking regulations. For instance, the Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration (FMCSA) has strict guidelines regarding truck operation, including hours of service rules. Understanding these regulations is crucial for identifying potential violations that can strengthen your case.

2. Investigating the Accident

A critical aspect of any truck accident case is a thorough investigation. A reputable truck accident lawyer will collect evidence, including:

Traffic camera footage Police reports Eyewitness testimonies Driver logs and maintenance records

This evidence will help establish liability, showing who was at fault in the accident, which is pivotal for a successful outcome.

3. Negotiating with Insurance Companies

Insurance companies often attempt to settle claims for as little as possible. Truck accident lawyers are adept negotiators who know the tactics used by insurers to minimize payouts. A skilled attorney will ensure that victims do not accept insufficient settlements, which often don’t cover their medical expenses, lost wages, and pain and suffering.

4. Litigation Experience