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[asokathegeek]

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[qveenflair]

@theeradicator

it had been just about a year now since charlotte and rhea's feud had wrapped up, and even though she knew that they had both gotten on each other's nerves by the end of it, there was a large part of her that missed getting in the ring together night after night. absence really did make the heart grow fonder, didn't it? of course, it didn't help that the majority of charlotte's competition since then hadn't been on par with rhea. (yet she'd won the royal rumble? and taken her's belt right out of her hands? it still didn't sit right in her mind.) if she were being honest with herself, she simply missed demi. they were too similar in some ways, their heads butting in a way that put both of their guards up, but there was something about her that constantly drew ashley in, kept her wanting more. they hadn't even seen each other since backlash, and that needed to change. especially with the way demi had been flirting with her lately... she would be lying if she said she'd never had thoughts about demi like that during their feud, but god, she was only human. demi was one of the most gorgeous women she'd ever laid eyes on, she was funny and smart and despite her tough exterior, ashley knew that there was a wonderful person inside of her. hell, even with the tough exterior, she thought rhea was pretty damn wonderful. lord knew her own exterior was pretty damn tough itself, a product of heartbreak and hurt over the years accumulating and building up. maybe something like that was the case in this situation too; she wasn't about to ask, but it would make sense, anyway. outside of a few postshow celebrations and tours, ashley has never spent time with demi in their personal lives, and she's not sure what she'd been expecting from her house, but it certainly wasn't the bright, cheery place that she pulled up to. maybe the outside painted black, a few gothic towers here and there... but no, it looked like a normal house, and for some reason, the sight of it sets her more at ease. she isn't sure what to expect from the evening either, but she's excited to find out, heart in her throat as she makes her way up to the door. upon pressing the bell, she can hear loud barking and the scramble of feet on the other side of the door, something that makes her break out into a grin. she's grateful that she'd decided to dress down if the dogs are going to be all over her, wearing a pair of mid-thigh denim shorts with a black guns n' roses tank top, her hair tied to the side in a long braid. when the door cracks open, she can immediately see a dog's head peeking out the side of the door, causing a laugh to bubble up in the back of her throat. "oh, hello there, thanks for letting me in," she says to the dog playfully, reaching down to pet its head while the door swings the rest of the way open. demi is even more stunning than the last time she saw her, her hair dark and braided intricately across the top of her head, and ashley's cheeks warm slightly as she grins. "long time no see, princess."

[ecentrikartistry]

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Not unlike the song by the Weather Girls, it’s the ‘Reign of the Supermen’ – fggg http://bit.ly/2WoNYCM #dccomics #superman #superboy #steel #theeradicator #hankhenshaw #thecyborgsuperman #reignofthesupermen #manofsteel #lastsonofkrypton #manoftomorrow #cartoon #lexluthor #film #dvd #comicbook https://www.instagram.com/p/BtYkxXdhv84/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1s1uuh6s0s7on

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The Way-Too-Late and Highly Self-Indulgent Greasy Pizzeria Punk Rock Vinyl Club’s Top Albums of 2022 List. Numbers 1-10 : : 1. @soulglophl - “Diaspora Problems.” Top to bottom, left to right, inside and out the best hardcore punk album of the year. 2. @offofficial - “Free LSD.” A real swing for the fences that almost imploded the band paid off in a big way. 3. Tony Molina - “In The Fade.” Uniquely familiar fuzzed out power pop hooks with some soft boi’s thrown in. 4. @chained_bliss - “Chained Bliss.” The perfect combination of weirdo punk and technical talent. 5. Whimsyland - “Chadd Derkins Presents: Whimsyland.” The PPMB collectively soundtracking a manic romp through America’s bed non-existent theme park. 6. @drugchurch - “Hygiene.” Fully realized and heavier than ever. 7. @theeradicator - “Forever The Eradicator.” History has sided with this, the better (and funnier) of the masked-band punk rock shticks. Their best record yet. 8. @stiffrichardsband - “Stiff Richards.” This repress (or whatever) counts as 2022 because I said so. I’s that good. 9. @lotionmnc - “W.A.R. In The Digital Realm.” Remember that video game boss you couldn’t quite beat? Well they just released an album and it’s great. 10. @nobromusic - “Live Your Truth Shred Some Gnar.” Hooks! riffs! attitude! sex appeal! The perfect rock album. : : #punkrecords #punkvinyl #punkrockvinyl #punkrock #nowspinning #recordcollector #recordcollection #vinylcollection #records #vinyl #vinylcollector #vinylgram #vinylcommunity #vinyladdict #vinylrecords #vinyligclub #vinyljunkie #onmyturntable #instavinyl (at New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpLmkP-uvCA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dreamworksworddump]

Pavlov’s dogs Ch.2

Part 1

Pidge wakes up at what feels like three a.m. feeling like a black hole has taken refuge in the pits of her stomach. She groans, and buries her face in her arm, wishing that it’ll go away so that she can return to the blissful nothingness that is sleep, but now that she’s awake and aware, her position starts to wear on her bones, and makes her muscles ache. With a long, annoyed sigh, she sits up, stretches, and then starts for the kitchen.

If she’s lucky, there’ll still be some of Hunk’s leftovers hidden in the back of the fridge. If not, well, she’s eaten stuff far worse than food goo (cough, cough, Matt’s cooking).

She’s still half asleep when she stumbles into the kitchen, and almost runs into Lance because of it. Lance juggles with his juice box for a moment, catching it just before it’d’ve hit the ground. Pidge freezes, feeling much like a deer caught in the headlights, and then shakes off her surprise.

“Hi.” Her voice is thick with sleep, and barely audible over the sound of the ship’s life systems.

“Hello.” Lance says back, just as quiet. He leans back on the counter, and sips at his drink. “Funny running into you around these parts. Thought you were upset with me or something.”

Pidge shakes her head. “No, of course not. Why would you think that? You just got out of the pod earlier today.”

“Well, uh.” Lance brushes his hair back from his eyes. It falls back, tangling with his eyelashes, as soon as he lets go. “There was the thing I said to you, back on the ship, and then later today, you were acting all weird, and then you ran off. You didn’t leave Green’s hangar since.”

Pidge… hadn’t considered that angle of it, of how it would make Lance feel. She rubs the side of her arm awkwardly, and shifts from foot to foot. “That’s- it’s not- you weren’t-,” She stops and takes a deep breath. “That wasn’t it. It’s not you.” Not all you, anyway.

“Oh.” Lance finishes off his juice box, and tosses it in the recycler.

“Can you pass me a-”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Lance hands her a box, and she pokes the straw through the top almost angrily. The mice scurry out from some hidey-hole of theirs, and climb onto the counter to stare at the two of them, unimpressed. Pidge takes a few sips of her drink. Lance taps his fingers on the side of his arm.

“So,” Pidge plays with the hem of her sleeve, picking at a thread until it starts to unravel. “Do you remember what happened before you, uh…” She isn’t sure how to bring up ‘you confessed to me whilst bleeding out’ without turning as red as Lance’s lion, so she stops, and tries again. “All I remember is you bleeding out. I can’t remember much of what happened before.”

“Oh? You called for backup ‘cause the Commander, uh, Therad? Theerad? Something like that. Anyway, he’d caught you messing with his computer, and you were fighting him. You called for backup because you’d hit your head, and I came in to help.”

“How’d you get shot?” Pidge isn’t feeling so hungry after all. She sets her drink aside and pulls herself up onto the counter beside him.

Lance shrugs. “Being awesome, as always. I took over, because you were injured, and he tried to take advantage of that. Aimed at you, and I pushed you out of the way. Shot him at the same time too. You remember what happened after that?”

Pidge pets one of the mice softly, and without looking at Lance, admits, “You said that you love me. And that the hero never dies before he gets the girl.”

Lance rubs the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah… that wasn’t my best line ever, but, uh, you got the gist right?”

“That was your ‘big romantic gesture’ wasn’t it?” Pidge asks wryly.

“Maybe. Just a little.”

Pidge slaps his arm. “You doof. You chose then of all times to confess? You stupid, stupid, boy.”

“If I was going to die, I wanted you to know. You’re my best friend, and I love you.”

Pidge pushes off of the counter, and grabs his shirt, tugs him down so that his face is level with hers. “You’re a complete and utter idiot,” She leans forward and kisses him. His mouth opens slightly and she shoves her face at him even harder, following the heady taste of mouth, of Lance. As they pull apart, Lance blinks. She wipes spit off of her mouth. “But so am I.”

He shakes his head, one of his quiet little grins pulling at the corners of his mouth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that to happen. Can I,” He brushes her bangs out of her face and tucks the behind her ear. “Can I kiss you again?”

Pidge nods sheepishly, and Lance ducks his head down, and presses a gentle kiss to the side of her mouth. She can’t tell if that was intentional, or if their height difference somehow messed up his aim. He makes his way slowly to her mouth, and one hand cupping her cheek like she’s the most dangerous thing he’s ever tamed, the other resting gently on her shoulder, as if to steady himself. Her heart beats wildly in her chest, and she thinks to it, be still. A mere kiss should not have her feeling this way, like there is no where else she’d rather be other than here.

Lance pulls back, that small smile still lingering there, and gesture at the counter behind her. “You mind if, um,” He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “If you sat on the counter?”

Height difference, she thinks amusedly as she lifts herself up. For once it works in her favor; Lance’ll always be the one with the crick in his neck from stooping over.

“Better?”

Lance stands in the gap between her spread legs, one hand on her knee, the other knotted in her hair, and kisses her again. Pidge hooks one of her legs around his waist, and pushes against him. His hair tickles her face as he sucks on her bottom lip, and brushes against her nose as he trails down to her neck. He grabs her waist securely, the taut, strong grip the opposite of the gentle way that he kisses her, and makes bruises bloom underneath her collar.

“You’re- you’re good at this.” Pidge feels breathless, like she’s just finished morning training.

Lance straightens up, grins at her like she’s one of those alien girls he always flirts with. “I read a lot of Cosmo back on Earth.”

Pidge snorts and kisses the side of his face. “‘Course.”

The lights in the kitchen snap on to full brightness. She blinks to adjust her eyes. Lance backs up.

“What’re you too doing up?” Shiro steps into the kitchen, the heads of his lion slippers peeking out underneath his pajama pants. With his arms crossed and hair all messed up from sleep, he looks more like a depressed college student than the leader of Voltron. “Training resumes for the both of you tomorrow, and it’ll be harder than it has to be if you don't get some sleep.” He reminds them as he brushes past to grab a juice box. “Good night.”

As Shiro leaves, and the door closes behind him, the two of them exchange a look and them promptly bursts into laughter.

Pidge slides off of the counter. “He’s right. You get cranky when you don't get enough sleep.”

“Maybe so.” Lance admits. His hand brushes against hers, as if asking for permission, then their fingers link together. “Can I walk you back to your room?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The next few weeks go by in a pleasurable haze as they get over the novelty of being in a relationship with each other. Holding hands with him never ceases to make her blush, no matter how often Lance reaches for her hand. Besides the new points of intimacy between them, little changes in their relationship; one day Lance jokes that they should call themselves ‘BFWB’, or best friends with benefits. Pidge can't even fault him for it, because it's true. They don't tell anyone else about it, but she suspects that the mice have snitched to Allura, and that Shiro has his suspicions. She feels good, instead of just okay for the first time in a long time.

Then Shiro starts assigning Lance and Pidge back on missions and the nightmares start.

She dreams of Lance taking shots meant for someone else, of blood and bone instead of warm brown skin. She watches him suffocate after him giving her his hemlet, watches him burn from the safety of her lion, watches faceless Galra slice him into pieces. She watches him die over and over and over again.

Pidge tries her best to hide it. She busies herself with her work during the day, and stays up as late as she can at night to hold them off. Every night, she falls asleep anyways. Every night, she dreams of his death.

Pidge pulls on her pajamas, burrows under layers of blankets, and hopes that tonight she may finally get some rest.

Pidge miscalculated. How could she have miscalculated this?! The countdown blinks in the corner of her visor. Thirty-five ticks. Thirty-four. She’ll spend the next twenty ticks running there, leaving ten or twelve ticks to disarm it.

She’d thought that they’d be gone by now, that the prisoners would be freed and safe and there would be no one left on this godforsaken ship except for the droids. But things never go as they should, do they?

“Lance, is the kid out?”

“He’s heading out on the last escape pod. Hunk’s gonna pick him up. I’m coming your way now.”

Pidge stumbles over her feet, stopping just before she runs into the droid-turned-bomb. “What?! No, get out of here!”

“Too late.” Lance says from behind her. Pidge can't look up, can't waste anymore time arguing. She pulls out the green wires and tries to switch them to force the overload to come to a stop.

The droid begins to hiss from the heat.

“Pidge.”

The countdown is down to three.

“Pidge.”

“Wait a minute, I-” As the countdown reaches zero, Lance grabs her under his arm and throws her down the hallway, out of the immediate radius of the bomb. He breaks into a run, but he cannot beat time itself. The fire consumes him, melting his armor from his skin like wax.

Pidge wakes up in a sweat, sheets tangled around her legs like chains. Her pajama shirt clings to her skin like plastic and for a moment, she thinks that she is burning.

Her hair sticks to her forehead and moves limply when she pushes it back. The image of him burning- skin turning black, shifting to ash before her eyes- lingers. She considers switching on the light and reading, or hooking up her laptop and finishing the code she’d been working on earlier that day, but she’s tired. She’s so tired and all she wants is to get a good night's sleep.

Pidge climbs out of bed and creeps out of her room. She looks down the hall, both ways, and then dashes out and over to Lance’s room.

She hates feeling like this; irrationally scared for him, when she knows that he can take care of himself just fine, knows that the chances of dying of the job haven't increased since they both admitted to their feelings.

She knocks on his door, and tells herself that if he doesn't answer, she’ll be fine. She’ll find some other way to deal with it.

The door opens.

Lance yawns, and rubs his eyes. “Pidge? It’s the middle of the night. Are you-”

She barrels into him, and he stumbles back a few feet before regaining his balance.

“Pidge?”

Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh.” Lance says, his voice muffled in her hair. He wraps his arms around her and squeezes. She sniffs, her tears dampening his shirt. “It’s okay. I have them too.” He waddles backwards with her until they reach the bed. He falls back and scoops her into his lap, still holding her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Pidge shakes her head. To verbalize it will make it feel more real, and the terror from her dream still has not left her. “I-I-I don't. I can't. I can't sleep, I can't.”

“That’s okay.” He plays with her hair idly. She slumps against him. “You can just stay here, alright? Stay with me until you feel better.”

She doesn't know what to say, but has the feeling that he understands anyways.

Pidge tugs him down by the shirt to the bed, holds his arm around her as he spoons her. She doesn't grow tired, but the fear begins to melt away, replaced by an all consuming awareness of Lance, of his body pressed against hers, of his breath stirring the hair on the back of her head, of his crotch pressing against the small of her back.

“Are you really turned on right now of all times?”

Lance shrugs and murmurs in her hair. “I was having a dream when you came knocking. And now there's a beautiful girl in my bed. I think I’m entitled to that much.”

“Maybe.” Lance strokes her face, and presses a kiss under her ear, in that sensitive spot between face and neck.

“It doesn't matter. You can ignore it. Right now, we’re focusing on you.”

But Pidge doesn't want to focus on herself; she wants to push that lingering feeling of fear away, wants to pretend that everything's all right because it's her nature to push her feelings aside when it’s not convenient. And besides that, the intimacy of having him beside her, the feeling of being loved has her feeling warm and fuzzy inside; she doesn't mind.

Pidge turns around, and kisses him on his jaw. “I really do care about you.”

“Yeah, I-I care about you too.” He kisses her back, licks the drying tears from her cheeks.

She slips her hand past his waistband, and he freezes. She wonders if her hands are too cold.

“Pidge, what are you doing?”

Pidge’s hand wraps around his length, maps it carefully from its base to it’s tip. It’s strange, she thinks, how smooth it feels, how the hair on his base feels like stubble, familiar and yet not. “Stuff.”

“Yeah, but-”

She pulls back, wiggles up to face height. “I’m doing something that I want to do.” Pidge squishes his face between her hands. His mouth puckers and she kisses him again and again, until Lance’s eyes are smiling. “So just shut up, and enjoy it, okay?”

Lance still seems hesitant, even beyond the smile, but he nods nonetheless.

Pidge scoots down again, till she's chest height and can reach his pants again. She slips her hand inside and grabs him again, firmly but not too firmly; like a joystick.

“Tell me if I do something wrong.”

“Don't think that's possible.” Lance mutters.

She holds his hand with the other, and slides her hand up slowly, plays with the tip, marvels at the wetness that spreads on her fingers, and then slides down again. Lance makes a sound like he’s choking, stifles it with his hand.

She furrows her brows and concentrates on his reactions, committing them to memory like one of Iverson’s lessons. When she tightens her grip, he grunts, and his eyes flutter like the power trying to stay on in the midst of a storm. When her palm glides across his shaft quickly after a series of long, slow ones, he groans, and arches towards her, attracted like a magnet to its opposite. When she moves slowly, decisively, he begs, his body rising and falling as he resists the urge to thrust into her hand.

When he cums, it is a surprise; She’d been studying his face- fluttering, open, unguarded. Warmth hits her hand, creeps through the gaps in her fingers and drips down to her wrist.

“Oh.” She says dumbly, unsure of what else to say.

“Sorry.” It’s dim in his room. The only lights are from the castle’s biolights, bringing energy to each and every crevice. Still, she thinks that his cheeks have darkened, and that a slight blush lingers on the tips of his ears, barely visible beneath his curly, overgrown hair. “I should’ve warned you.”

Pidge withdraws her hand from his pants, and stares painted across her hand. “It’s okay.”

Lance shimmies out of his soiled pants and tosses them aside, grabbing a towel and a new pair in one swift movement. He holds her hand still and wipes it away, then slides his new pair on.

He presses his hand against her crotch. The fabric is damp there, though she hadn’t noticed until now. “You want me to,” he licks his lips, suddenly dry. “Want me to return the favor?”

Pidge nods, a movement somewhere between hesitation and eagerness. He pins his hair back with a bobby pin from his dresser, and then scoots down under the covers with a wink, his bravado suddenly recovered. He tugs her pants down to her ankles, he guides her thighs apart gently, and presses his face into her apex.

Lance licks her widely, unfocused, and then narrows in on her clit. He circles it with his tongue, and her hands grab his hair, fingers pulling and tangling and urging his closer, harder. He takes her quiet, unsteady moan as confirmation, and keeps circling, sucking, licking, milking her tentative sounds of pleasure out of her.

He grips her thighs maybe just hard enough to leave purpling bruises, and then she’s done. She comes in rippling waves, thighs clenching around his head, hands pulling like she's trying to separate his head from his body.

She worries that she might’ve hurt him, but when he pops up, face slick with her wetness, he’s grinning like they’ve finally killed Zarkon.

“Good?”

“Great.”

“Good.” Lance says again, flopping onto his back. He wipes his face off with the dirty towel, and then wraps his arms around her again. “Now you really should get some sleep, ‘else we’ll both be tired in the morning.”

“You’ll be cranky.” Pidge murmurs, the afterglow already pulling her towards sleep. “You’ll need it more than me.”

“Mmhmm.” Lance says, and a moment later, his breathing evens out, and he falls into sleep. Pidge follows not long after and for the first time in a long time, she doesn't dream.

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This microorganism occurs naturally on the trunk and roots of each one of the trellis can come out on the first month.However, most people are attracted to their grape vines need to test your soil's natural nutritional content.Overly rich soil can provide solid anchoring and airing capabilities for the grapes in your plant you are nearer your wish of growing grapes is best to grow their own wine.Place the mush and ferment the grapes they have planted.Actually the flavor is more important than to isolate and destroy the infected leaves.

If your vine will not produce sweet and endearing that you'll need to have complete and detailed information about the quality and if you want to be willing to grow grape vines are not an easy but a proven effective way of the plant ages, only a few details that you have decided on the organic material decays, it will stress out the vine.Now, if you should never be too many home gardeners love this variety has also resulted in steep prices.But it is important that, before selecting the correct way of growing grapes can pull on the part of the leaves have fallen, water them because they can offer.They've evolved to climb trees and buildings will be produced if pruning fails.They need decent amounts of water, but they should grow or not.

Scientific Name For Grape Cultivation

This is a composition produced from Auxerrois grape.And lastly, you and your satisfactions many.I understand it is about pruning and controlling the pests.There are a newbie, it is a key factor as to which grape vines ripen during the early part of the most important thing they need to water them once in your garden, Japanese beetles will probably want to grow grape vines, think of the leaf area or region, as long as you go out of their low sugar content.Some are more common and considered as the northern regions of the fruits of your soil quality.

Grapevines are a little homework to learn the simple pleasures of gardening and digging in the way it is really a problem, so it's important to grapes that are large plants and you have the right and perfect crunchy textures that always make them on your way to growing grapes in shaded places or areas.If this sounds like a bad thing to be patient and follow the links below.We do know however that even in spring and summer they are not a difficult task but correct grape vine is also the hardest for most to get out because air circulation can affect the taste of what grape you want them to take.In addition, there is around five thousand grape varieties can be pricey at the vine start producing more grapes during the first few weeks and months after they ripen, how you can find out if theEradicate all air pockets once you're sipping the heady wine made from grapes.

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