#Mining Approvals Process

[colitcomedia]

Arrow Smith and VRX Silica: Pioneering Sustainable Silica Sand Mining

Arrow Smith and VRX Silica have emerged as industry leaders in the field of sustainable silica sand mining. With a strong commitment to environmental responsibility and innovative practices, they are revolutionizing the way mining operations impact the ecosystem. In this article, we explore the accomplishments and milestones of Arrow Smith and VRX Silica's Arrowsmith North Silica Sand Project, shedding light on their sustainable initiatives and the path they are paving for the future.

Environmental Review Document Approval: A Turning Point for Arrowsmith North Project 

DWER's approval of the Environmental Review Document (ERD) marks a significant milestone for Arrow Smith and VRX Silica.

The commencement of the Public Environmental Review (PER) period reflects their commitment to transparency and environmental responsibilities.

VRX Silica's proposed unique rehabilitation method for the mined area showcases their dedication to native vegetation regeneration.

Milestones in the Approvals Process: Demonstrating Dedication and Compliance

VRX Silica's previous confirmation from the Commonwealth Department of Climate Change, Energy, the Environment, and Water highlights their commitment to meeting regulatory standards.

The Environmental Protection Authority's assessment and approval of the Environmental Scoping Document (ESD) indicate the project's progress.

The introduction of the Vegetation Direct Transfer (VDT) rehabilitation methodology underscores VRX Silica's innovative approach to site restoration.

Moving Forward: Public Environmental Review and Response

The completion of the four-week PER period initiates the collection and review of public submissions by the Department of Water and Environmental Regulation.

VRX Silica's diligent response to the submissions demonstrates their commitment to engaging with stakeholders and addressing concerns.

The compilation of an assessment report by the Environmental Protection Authority, containing recommendations for the Western Australian Environment Minister's decision, represents a crucial milestone.

Investor Outlook: Transparent and Responsible Development

VRX Silica's achievements in the approvals process for the Arrowsmith North Silica Sand Project reinforce their dedication to responsible development.

The significant increase in VRX Silica's share price and its market capitalization exemplify investor confidence in the company's sustainable practices.

VRX Silica's focus on four Western Australian silica sand projects, including the Arrowsmith North and Arrowsmith Central projects, highlights their commitment to long-term growth and positive environmental impact.

Conclusion:

Arrow Smith and VRX Silica are leading the charge in sustainable silica sand mining, setting new industry standards through their commitment to environmental responsibility. With their innovative practices, engagement with regulators, and dedication to stakeholder satisfaction, they are reshaping the future of mining. As the Arrowsmith North Silica Sand Project progresses, their achievements serve as a testament to the transformative power of sustainability in the resource extraction sector.

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

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[amons-hat-enthusiast]

A petition to stop Rio Tinto’s mine from destroying Serbia’s nature

"We call upon you to prohibit extractive mining projects and metal processing in the Jadar Valley in Serbia.

In particular, we demand that you cancel the proposed Rio Tinto lithium mine in Loznica. We demand that you protect the biodiversity, fertile ground, farming villages and rich cultural areas.

Serbia’s most fertile land can be found in the beautiful Jadar Valley. Small family farmers grow raspberries and plums, engage in beekeeping and sheep and goat herding. The valley borders mountains, is surrounded by water and home to thousands of sustainable multi-generational farms.

But instead of protecting it, the Serbian government has approved a project with multinational mining corporation Rio Tinto, for the exploitation of “Jadarite”, a lithium ore in the valley. The government and the company have ignored scientists and mining experts who advise vehemently against the mine and are threatening to cause irreparable damage to the water, land, air and it’s people. Local citizens, who do not want to give up their sustainable agricultural land which has been in their families for generations, are being ignored.

The process of separating chemically stable lithium from jadarite ore involves the use of concentrated sulfuric acid. The process would take place 20 km from the Drina River and use 300 cubic meters of water every hour, while the chemically treated water would be returned to the Jadar River.

The outpouring of inevitably polluted water, as well as underground waters which contain arsenic, mercury and lead, would contaminate entire river basins and continue their journey across the Jadar to the Drina and Sava, polluting not only Serbia's but other countries' water sources as well.

We reject the pollution of the air. Treatment with the above mentioned (and additional) aggressive acids produces toxic gases that can spread within a radius of over ten kilometers and which will corrode the skin and lungs of humans and animals.

We reject the endangerment of the population around the Jadar Valley in the interests of a multinational corporate profit. Rio Tinto has promised 700 new jobs, but forgot to mention that 19,000 people are set to be displaced or severely effected.

Rio Tinto in 2020, destroyed a 45,000 year old sacred Australian Aboriginal cave. The company and its representatives have been repeatedly convicted of fraud and paid billions of dollars in damages and fines for illegal destruction of land, but continue to ravage and destroy natural environment around the world. The company is accused of participating in war crimes in Papua New Guinea, where a ten-year civil war broke out due to the presence of their mine.

The citizens of Serbia have the right to clean air, clean water and healthy living conditions. Stop Rio Tinto’s lithium mine and protect the people, our heritage, our environment and the rivers of the Jadar Valley. United we can save our environment."

https://action.wemove.eu/sign/2023-03-stop-rio-tinto-EN?akid=s1568260..uAF-ha

The text above explains the situation. This is a very important petition and I'd be very grateful if you could sign it and spread it.

(I see that only people from European countries can sign it, others please reblog for this to reach as many people as possible)

[zhongrin]

𒆙 morax

part 6/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

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“𝓁ord morax! must you keep branding me with these marks?!”

morax blinked owlishly as you barged into his little office. he would have immediately beheaded others who would dare act so boorish, but your presence - nevermind the fact you were glaring at him - would always be welcomed into even the most private corners of his life, so he merely leaned back on his golden throne, abandoning the papers waiting for his approval as he gazed at you like you were the whole universe. his cor lapis-lined tail coiling behind the chair thumped lightly on the ground as he spotted the tokens he had so graciously placed on your skin.

“…. yes?”

the honest answer seemed to have made you double back. you could tell from his clueless expression that he bore no remorse for his actions.

“i must beseech you to restrain yourself. the adepti dare not even raise their heads when i talk to them!“

“but… unlike minerals and other inorganic materials, your skin heals, so naturally i must renew the imprints every now and then. i cannot fathom what made you so displeased? i have taken precautions so the process would be enjoyable to you at the very least… or are you saying that the act was not pleasurable for you after all?”

you had to resist the urge to facepalm, but you couldn’t help the natural reaction of your cheeks starting to sizzle with warmth. morax’s gentle smile lilted into a slightly cheeky grin, and he beckoned you to come over. you both praised and berated yourself inwardly when you obeyed his command like a faithful pup, knowing to seat yourself on his lap.

“are you not proud to bear the proof that you are mine, my dear? if it truly upsets you, i… will try my best to reign in my instincts. but you know how i always seem to lose myself in the heat of the moment…,” his kisses journeyed from your temple down your neck and shoulder, a silent plea for leniency.

it would have been a sweet and innocent gesture if his hands hadn’t wandered above your silken robes.

“my lord….”

“mmm… i’m sorry, darling, it’s the dragon instincts,” he nuzzled lovingly onto the junction of your neck, and you quickly felt both the heat and his arousal rise. quite literally, that was. “your smell mixed with mine is just too tantalizing to ignore. to illustrate, would you be able to pass by a banquet full of your favored delicacies without salivating?”

“perhaps not, but i would be able to refrain from devouring the whole banquet like some greedy buffoon,” you faked a reprimanding tone, eyebrows raised.

“which proves that you are, in some ways, stronger than me,” his arms tightened around you, geo-lined appendages sneakily slipping beneath your garment to rub your inner thighs, before trailing over your dampened underwear, “though it seems to me that you’re putting up a front…”

you were torn between rolling your eyes or blushing in embarrassment, “perish the salacious thoughts. i came straight from the bedchambers, my lord.”

“ah, so these are both your arousal and the remnants of our passionate love last night? how delightful. no wonder you smell like the most fragrant and mouthwatering delicacy in the whole teyvat,” he pressed his lips on one of the hickeys, staring in contemplation at your body nestled on his lap, an idea brewing like the freshest tea in his mind, “say, darling… i know you’re tired, but won’t you at least let this lovestruck lizard steal a morsel from the figurative banquet? just a little arrangement to tide me over until the moon graces our nation.”

“….. i will consider your proposal; enlighten me.”

you really, really should have thought twice about making contracts with a dragon.

seated snugly on top of your beloved’s lap after he had - far too easily, much to his delight and your fervent embarrassment - eased you onto his cocks, his non-dominant hand poised to lightly rub your abdomen, right on the bulge indicating the way he was all nestled inside your tight heat. his other hand had long since left your hip and was in the process of writing some kind paperwork to ensure the construction of what shall be a prosperous harbor sometime in the far future would be going smoothly — or something along that line. he might have sort of meandered about it as he worked, but alas, you were too distracted to actually listen to his words, clenching and squirming like a bunny in heat instead.

morax hummed. momentarily, he set his pen down against the polished sandbearer wood of his desk. his slender fingers reached up to lightly brush and wrap around your throat. your breath hitched, heart soaring like a hummingbird, cunt trembling. he wasn’t even putting any pressure ー just a light touch. a warning. and yet the message was there; even more pronounced with the verbal warning whispered right beside your ear.

"mind your manners, darling."

you nodded with a whimper, gulping and feeling his fingers lightly caressing your pulse point before they detached themselves from your heated skin to curl elegantly around the pen once more. the deity resumed talking as if whatever happened was a delusional wet dream you conjured out of desperation this fine afternoon, but this time, you ceased squirming. he gave you a soft kiss on your nape as a reward. pride permeated your veins, your eyelashes fluttering and fists clenching in an attempt to control yourself.

"not to fret, your patience will be rewarded," he purred, deep and velvety and smooth, his breath tickling your skin, burning your nerves and sending your arousal lurching. perhaps you should have begged for him to relent to his depraved desires and devour the whole banquet instead.

the hand on your tummy trailed upwards to settle on your chest, palming idly before rolling a painfully hard nipple between the calloused pads of his fingers, the gentle movement a complement to the cold sensation of his rings pressing onto soft, sensitive flesh. sparks bloomed like fireworks and slick trickled down your stuffed pussy. yet still, you obeyed with trembling thighs; the only body part moving being your walls, squeezing around his cock, wishing for it to move and bully your sweetest spots with hard and precise series ofー

"so well behaved for me...."

you swore you heard him chuckle.

"my good mate."

he graciously bestowed you a new mark on your neck and a teasing little thrust, just enough for the two heads to peck your cervix like a teasing lover, savoring the enchanting wail falling from your lips.

“oh, this archon can’t wait to utterly ruin you tonight.”

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[rosyjn]

Jealous dilf!jake sully

MDNI CONTENT WARNING

“Hmm, still thinkin’ bout that boy?” He grunts, baring his teeth as his hand wraps around your throat. Your legs are spread wide open, your back is arched while you gasp and moan wildly with Jake’s thrusts.

He’s over you, looking at you with lust and anger in his eyes.

“I- I- jus- mph!” You stutter and pant. Your mind is blank. All you can possibly process is the feeling of his thick cock pumping you full. He gets closer to you, and kisses your forehead while his shaky breath becomes louder.

“He can’t make you feel good like I can. He wont ever be able to fuck you like I can.” He whispers. His face is pressed against yours. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re mine.” His husky voice causes you to clench around him tighter. He grabs your chin and nudges your head, forcing you to look in his eyes. “You. Are. Mine. You hear me?”

“Ah.. yes sir.. yes,” you force out a response, squeezing your eyes closed in a mixture of pleasure and fear.

“Say it back now.” His hand leaves your chin and travels down to grope your body.

“I’m yours.” The arch in your back collapses. Your body is melting for him.

“Good, good girl,” he strokes your breast, then down your torso. “Shh, shh,” he slows his pace. His grunting turns softer. He kisses you deeply on the lips.

“Mmm, Jake..” you murmur against his mouth. His hand comes back to your face. His thick fingers touch your lips.

“Open.” He says. You part them. You hear a soft gurgling noise before he spits. He spits into your mouth. You squeal. He closes your mouth with those thick fingers. He shushes you. “Now swallow.”

You make eye contact with him. Your throat bulges as the glob goes down. He nods in approval.

“You got it?” He asks, tapping your cheek.

“I got it.”

[888artpys]

Chris Sturniolo x Photographer

content warnings : oral sex/ aggressive sex/ unprotected sex/ dom chris/ slapping/ neck grabbing/ 18+

summary : chris sturniolo meets you on the 1st stop of tour & brings you around for the remaining dates hired as their tour photographer.

if u want backstory feel free to read :

→ theprologue

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As we pull into the hotel parking lot, I start waking Chris up to get everything ready to load onto the dolly. The tour bus slowly comes to a stop, and the soft hum of the engine fades. The seats are scattered with our belongings, and the air is filled with the scent of leather and faint traces of cologne.

We finally make it to our hotel room while the others go downstairs to the dining area. The room is now cleared, leaving just the two of us. Chris jumps up in a hurry, placing the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and ensuring every lock is clicked and secured. The click of the locks echoes in the quiet room, adding to the anticipation.

He turns around to see me walking towards him seductively, the soft lighting of the hotel room casting a warm glow on my skin. The room is cozy, with multiple large beds adorned with crisp white sheets. The atmosphere is charged with tension and excitement as I close the distance between us.

As he stands there admiring me, I notice a smirk as he cups his area, trying to cover the noticeable bulge in his pants. My arm approaches his, pushing his arm away and replacing his hand with mine. I barely get a grip before Chris groans and manages to push my hand away from his pulsating member.

“I'll tell you when you can touch me. Get on your knees, ma,” Chris commands.

Chris smirks as I start getting on the floor. I feel my leg squish something, and as I break eye contact to see what it is, he quickly grabs my neck and turns my face back to him.

“Chris, wait, my-“

“Oh, my fucki- whatever it is, just move it to the side, ma. I need to be inside you now,” his voice thick with desire.

I quickly catch his attention when I detach his hands from my neck.

In a relieved tone, I exclaim, “Chris, omg, I almost broke my camera.” I noticed it was just the tripod that I snapped off, thankfully not the camera itself.

Chris glances at the camera and then back at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know what. Give it to me, ma. Let me record us,” he suggests, his voice low and enticing.

“You want to record us?” I question, my eyebrows raising in surprise.

“If you’re okay with it, ma,” he replies, his tone filled with anticipation.

I pick up the camera, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, and hand it to him, giving him my approval with a nod. Chris turns it on, the soft whirring sound signaling that it's ready to capture our moments. His voice was a low growl. "Now, where were we?"

As soon as I hear the start recording beep, Chris pulls the back of my head by grabbing a handful of my hair, his grip firm yet gentle. The camera's red recording light reflects in his eyes, adding an extra layer of intensity to the atmosphere.

With a raised tone Chris says, “Who’s fucking slut are you, huh?”

I signal him by looking up at him, trying not to break eye contact from this moment on.

“Words, ma, I need words.”

“I’m your fucking slut, Chris. I’m all yours.”

He puts the camera down while he gathers my hair into a ponytail using both hands.

Admiring my innocence Chris states, "Fuck, you're all mine, ma."

He finally lets go of me, breaking eye contact as he picks the camera back up.

I resume my position on my knees, my hands reaching for his waistband. Making eye contact with the camera, I start to bring my hand towards his belt, seeing his dick already begging for attention.

Chris grabs my neck aggressively. "I told you, I decide when you can touch me. I'm in control, remember?"

I smack my lips hopelessly as I feel his entire hand wrapped around my neck.

He lets go of my neck and places his thumb against my lips, pressuring me to insert it into my mouth.

Before I can process the camera flash turn on, Chris says, "Open, ma."

As I open my mouth, I drench his thumb in my saliva while I start unbuckling his belt.

He rolls his eyes and pushes my fingers off his waistband. "You just can’t wait to touch me, ma."

As my face turns red, he repeats for what feels like the hundredth time, "You have to listen to me, ma. Only I demand when you can touch me. Do you understand?"

He interrupts my nod, "Words, ma, I need words."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" Chris asks.

"Yes, Daddy, I understand. I won't touch you until you let me.

As he puts his finger back into my mouth, he starts aggressively inserting it in and out until my eyes start to water. I tap out after gagging for several seconds straight.

Chris backs up to the bed as I catch my breath. "Take off your pants then come take everything off of me, ma."

I try not to seem too excited as I quickly slip my pants off and reach to put my fingers into his belt loops, undoing it as fast as I could.

Chris interrupts me by tugging at my shirt, signaling for me to let him take it off.

I raise my arms as he swiftly pulls off my shirt, his eyes widening as he takes in my exposed chest.

"Damn, you fucking little slut," he slowly murmurs under his breath.

He gazes at my breasts through the camera screen before leaning in and opening his mouth towards my nipples.

After sucking and roughly flicking my nipples, making them hard, I finally manage to slip his jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers.

He zooms in on my face, pulling my head back. Chris smirks as I groan, "Daddy’s little slut, huh?"

"Yes, Daddy, I’m all yours."

I reach for him, my fingers trembling with anticipation. His eyes never leave mine, the intensity in his gaze sending shivers down my spine. As I pull his boxers down, his arousal springs free, and I can't help but let out a soft gasp. His hand tangles in my hair, guiding me closer. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, and I can see the same need mirrored in his eyes.

I slowly wrap my hand around his length, feeling the pulse of his desire under my fingertips.

"That's right," he growls, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you want it."

I start with gentle kisses, my lips barely brushing against his skin. His hips jerk forward, seeking more contact, but I hold back, wanting to draw out the moment. His frustration is palpable, and it only fuels my desire to please him.

His grip tightens in my hair, and a low groan escapes his lips. The sound sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't resist teasing him just a little bit more.

Finally, I take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip. His reaction is immediate and intense, his body tensing and a deep moan filling the room. I move slowly at first, savoring the taste and feel of him, but soon his impatience takes over.

"Faster," he commands, his voice rough with need.

I obey, increasing my pace and taking him deeper. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my movements. The room is filled with the sounds of our shared passion, and I can feel his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

The camera captures every moment. Every expression on my face as I lose myself in the act of pleasing him. His hand finds its way back to my hair, gripping it tightly as he aggressively guides my movements, his control unwavering.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice thick with lust. "Keep going, just like that."

I can feel his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the edge.

Just when I think he might lose control, he pulls me up, his hands gripping my arms and lifting me to my feet. His lips crash against mine in a searing kiss, full of hunger and desperation. He puts me onto the bed and backs me up against the sheets, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and contour.

"Turn around," he orders, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I comply, my heart racing with anticipation. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips and positioning me just right. I can feel his breath hot against my neck as he leans in, his body pressed firmly against mine.

“Here” with the camera in his hand motioning me to set it on the nightstand near the bed.

As I reach out, stretching my body out to put the camera down Chris uses both hands to aggressively thrust my hips onto him inserting himself and filling up my walls.

“Ah,” I moan out surprised. Not at the fact he inserted himself without warning but that he didn’t use protection.

Chris quickly gets out of me and turns my head to face him while catching his breath.

“I’m sorry- I, was that too much- I mean was that too fast- I’m sorry- I-”

“Chris you’re perfect I like it rough, you know it.”

"Do you trust me?" he asks regretting his aggression, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Yes," I breathe, my voice barely audible.

"Okay good," he says, his tone filled with promise.

As I start getting back into position he gently interrupts turning me back around. His hands cup my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as he gazes into my eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and admiration.

He leans in, his breath warm against the back of my neck. "Just relax," he whispers, his voice a calming presence. "I've got you."

His hands continue their journey, moving down to my waist, his grip tightening slightly. He pulls me closer, and I can feel the heat of his body against mine. The closeness, the intimacy, is almost overwhelming.

Chris' hands slide around to my front, his fingers splaying across my stomach. using both hands to cup my waist with both hands. He holds me there for a moment, as I reach under grabbing his member and guiding him. Feeling his pressure outside my walls I open my legs wider, arch harder, with my ass high in the air.

After both letting out a loud moan Chris lets me feel the security of his embrace as he slowly inserts himself letting me get used to his size.

After multiple slow thrusts, Chris eventually starts pounding me aggressively as I cry out loud moans containing his name.

As I feel his body tense up he takes himself out of me and flips me onto my back.

The words barely coming out, “You doing okay ma?” Chris says completely out of breath.

I nod.

As Chris pauses to admire my bare chest, a shiver runs down my spine from his intense gaze. I can feel his eyes on me, a mix of desire and admiration.

He then grabs the camera back from the nightstand, zooming in as he starts playing with my breasts. The sensation of his touch sends a wave of pleasure through me, making me gasp softly.

In a playful move, I snatch the camera, now recording Chris. With a mischievous smile, I run my hand down his chest, capturing his reaction as I tease him.

I then guide the camera down to his waist, signaling for him to fill me back up. The anticipation builds as he slowly enters me, the feeling of him inside me sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Chris grins as he pulls my hips closer to him, throwing both legs over his shoulder. As he inserts himself, my back arches off the bed, and I roll my eyes back. It doesn’t take Chris long to resume his fast pace from earlier. The intensity of the moment, the connection between us, is electric and all-consuming.

The room fills with the sounds of our shared pleasure, the camera capturing every moment of our passionate encounter.

“Chris, let me cum, please,” I beg, my voice trembling with need.

“Hold it for a second, ma. I’m almost there,” Chris replies, his voice strained with effort.

Chris slaps his hand across my mouth as I accidentally moan louder than usual. “Chris, I can’t do it anymore. Ahh, you’re so big,” I cry out as he continues to pound into me. I throw the camera back onto the nightstand, ready to capture our releases.

His thrusts become faster and sloppier, his breathing grows more rapid. I yell out, “Chris, please let me cum. I can’t take it.”

Chris grips my waist tighter, and I feel his swollen member around my walls, reaching his climax. "Look at me," he commands, his voice a rough whisper. "I need to see your eyes when I cum." I obey, my gaze locking onto his as I bring him to the brink. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming.

Chris tenses up, and we both let out a deep moan. The moment of release is explosive, our bodies trembling with the force of our shared climax. The connection between us feels unbreakable, a bond forged in the heat of our passion.

As we come down from the high, Chris collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. We lie there, catching our breath, the camera forgotten on the nightstand. The intimacy of the moment lingers, a testament to the depth of our connection.

Chris gently strokes my hair, his touch tender and loving. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, his voice filled with admiration.

I smile, feeling a sense of contentment and fulfillment. “So are you, Chris. So are you.”

Chris' phone interrupts us and I glance over and see it’s Matt. I quickly dress myself, thinking they’re outside the door.

Chris pulls my hand towards him, falling back into the bed. “Ma, it’s fine, calm down. He’s calling to ask if we wanna go to the movies after they’re finished dinner.”

I let out a sigh of relief as I nod my head yes, walking to the restroom door.

“Yeah, she’s just gonna shower and get ready. Y’all can start heading back.”

“Well, we’re going to put gas in the bus. I was just giving y’all a heads-up. We’ll probably be back in another hour.”

Chris quickly smirks, guessing I heard the other side of the phone. He gets up, heading towards the bathroom, ready to start another round.

“Chris, we don’t have much time,” I laugh, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as he pulls himself into the shower with me.

[delicatebarness]

winters widow | chapter vi

Summary: You are cordially invited to the wedding of Prince Steven of House Rogers and Lady Natasha of House Romanoff.

Warning: Arranged Marriage.

Word Count: 1256

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The morrow of the wedding dawned with a warm sunrise, a golden hue casting over the capital. Anticipation buzzed around the streets of Brooklyn, decorated with banners and vibrant flowers. Gleaming under the morning light, the palace adorned the colors of House Rogers and House Romanoff. 

Standing in Natasha’s quarters, your heart raced. Your dress was a beautiful masterpiece, with intricate embroidery and the finest silk. It reflected the status and elegance befitting of a noblewoman. 

Yelena helped you with the final touches in your braids as Natasha walked in wearing her wedding dress. It was magnificent, exquisite blends of gold and crimson symbolized the union of the two great houses.

“You look beautiful,” Yelena said softly, her eyes filled with sisterly pride toward Natasha. 

“You too,” Natasha replied with an unwavering smile, she reached out and adjusted a strand of your hair. “It’s a big day for all of us.” 

A knock signaled it was time and Yelena guided you through the grand corridors to the ceremonial hall. Taking a deep breath, the thick air and the scent of blooming roses filled your senses along with the hum of whispered conversations. From all across the realm, noble guests gathered as their elaborate attires added to the splendor of the event. 

The grandeur of the setting took your breath away as you entered the hall. High-arched ceilings draped in silk banners, pews lined with dignitaries and lords, all eyes turned towards the front where the ceremony would take place. Prince Steve stood at the altar, resplendent in his attire, his face composed of joy.

Standing by his side as his loyal companion was Lord James. His gaze met yours you took your place among the bridesmaids, a flicker of warmth passed through his eyes as they widened slightly. You gave him a small, reassuring smile. 

The grand doors opened once more, and the hall fell silent. Natasha, escorted by your father Lord Ivan Romanoff of Belova, entered with grace. Her smile, radiant, lit up the room. You could see the love that had grown out of duty as she approached her future husband. The king and queen, sat with dignified poise as they watched with approval. Their son preparing to take this significant step in life, and for the realm they protect. 

You found your gaze drifting towards Lord James as the ceremony progressed. Standing tall and composed, his eyes occasionally sought yours across the hall. A silent understanding passed between you, each time your eyes met, and your heart would quicken. The vows were solemn as they echoed through the hall, and Natasha held pride in her eyes as she pledged her love and loyalty to Prince Steve. 

When the ceremony concluded, the Grand Priest spoke his blessings, and the hall erupted in applause. Their first kiss as husband and wife was met with cheers. Glancing at Lord James, he was already looking over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. Returning the smile, you felt a rush of warmth spread through you. 

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The newlyweds led the procession out of the ceremonial hall, the guests followed as they moved toward the grand banquet hall. The entrance to the hall was flanked by tall candelabras, flames flickering golden glows highlighting the opulence within. Tapestries depicting the histories of both your House and House Rogers, adorned the walls, intertwined in a vibrant display of artistry. 

As you mingled with the guests and chatted with various nobles, you noticed a friendly and familiar face, a face you hadn’t seen since your childhood, approaching. “Little Lady!” he greeted, his smile broad. 

“Scott!” you exclaimed as he pulled you into a friendly embrace, laughter escaped your lips as you let out a breath. “It’s wonderful to see you.” 

As you reminisce about old times, you and Scott fell into an easy conversation. His stories and humor never failed to make you laugh, however as your spirits continued to lift, you were acutely aware of Lord James watching you from across the hall. His gaze was intense. 

He stood with Prince Steve and Natasha, his gaze never faltering off you and Scott. “Who is that?” he asked, his voice low as it betrayed in hiding his jealousy. 

Following Lord James’ gaze, Prince Steve glanced over. “Scott Lang. Lord of a neighboring land to Belova. Married to Lady Van Dyne, I do believe.” 

His expression darkened, and his fingers tightened around his goblet. “What is he doing with my betrothed?” he muttered, possessiveness laced in his tone.

Catching the edge in his voice, Natasha smiled. “Scott has been a friend of our House and to us since childhood, Lord James. They’ve known each other for years.” 

At that moment, you glanced over and caught sight of Lord James’ intense gaze. You offered him a small wave, smiling brightly and reassuringly. The tension in Lord James’ stance and jaw softened in that instant. Returning your smile with a small nod. 

Noticing your attention shift, Scott followed your gaze. “Ah, Lord James,” he said with a knowing smile. “The White Wolf, a formidable warrior, indeed. His combat prowess is unmatched.” 

“Yes, he is remarkable,” you replied, admiration laced in your tone as a blush crept up your cheeks. 

Excusing himself, Lord James’ was unable to stay away any longer. Leaving Prince Steve and Natasha's side, he approached you. Scott gave him a respectful nose as he stepped back, allowing Lord James’ to take his place beside you. 

“My lord,” you greeted him softly, affection shined in your eyes as you met his gaze. 

“My lady,” he replied tenderly. His earlier jealousy was forgotten as his hand found yours, kissing gently against your knuckles.

Couples began to take to the dance floor as the music swelled. He gestured toward the scene before you as he reassured you with a squeeze of your hand. “Would my lady honor me with a dance?” 

Your heart fluttered as you beamed up at him, a wide smile tugged at your lips. “With pleasure, my lord,” you responded. 

Leading you to the dance floor, his hand stayed firm as it held yours. You moved together as the music began to play, you were closer to him than you had been before. Encircling around your waist, the touch of his arm sent a shiver down your spine. The new proximity made your heart race. 

The world around you seemed to fade away into a blur, all that mattered was the feeling of him guiding you. The way his gaze bored into you, an intensity leaving you breathless. His eyes, usually guarded, now revealed a new shade of blue and a depth of emotion that had you in a trance. 

Every turn and step brought you closer, the space shrunk until it felt like you were the only two people in the realm. Heat radiated from his body, and his breath mingled with yours in the shared air. It was intoxicating, the connection and the closeness spoke volumes, all without a word being uttered. 

“You dance beautifully, my lady,” he muttered, his voice a soft rumble as his breath against your ear sent a shiver through you. 

“And you, my lord,” you replied, keeping your voice to a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would break the spell of your moment with him. 

The music began to slow, the dance nearing its end, yet neither of you moved to let go. His grip only seemed to tighten slightly, a plea to stay close and not let the moment slip away. 

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[wachinyeya]

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“the U.S. Supreme Court rejected the State of Alaska’s bid to fast-track the legal process, overrule the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), and gain approval for the Pebble Mine — slated to extract enormous amounts of copper, gold, and molybdenum from the pristine and sensitive ecosystem known as Bristol Bay.

A diverse coalition led by Alaska Natives has consistently fought against the proposed mine for more than two decades. It eventually gained support from the EPA, which ultimately blocked the mine proposal in January 2023 over concerns it would threaten an aquatic ecosystem supporting the world’s most prolific sockeye salmon fishery.

This decision is significant, particularly considering the current High Court’s tendency to support states’ rights, limits on regulation — especially of the environmental variety — and corporate concerns. Alaska’s request, filed in June, was unusual in that it sought to skip lower appeals courts to challenge the EPA’s decision on the basis that it violated Alaska’s state sovereignty.

Under the law, alleged violations of state sovereignty are one of the few categories of cases that grant the Supreme Court original jurisdiction — meaning a state can bypass the usual state/federal court appeals process and file straight with the High Court. The justices could easily have decided to hear the case and decide in favor of the mining company, which has shown no qualms about engaging in some shady business practices over the years.

As the single most productive sockeye salmon fishery in the world, Bristol Bay contains biodiversity and abundant wild fish populations which present a stark contrast to many other fisheries in the Pacific Northwest (and worldwide). Most have experienced severe depletion over the last few decades. Sockeye salmon — like all Pacific Salmon — are a keystone species, vital to the health of an entire ecosystem. Of course, salmon also provide a sacred food source for Indigenous communities up and down the West Coast.”

-from the Lakota People’s Law Project

[sincerelyrki]

tequila & lime

Heeseung only loved two things in his life. One was you, and the other was the taste of you.

pairing : exbf!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings + genre : drinking. rich boy! heeseung. mentions of killing people. kissing. suggestive. not proofread but it’s grammar approved TT.

wc : 1.1k

a/n : disappeared for a few days but i’m back🤞 anyways tequila is the only like… slightly good alcohol so it’s mine and my friends go to. i’ve had this in my head since i went out on friday and i finally found time to write it ^^

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In a twisted way, you were to Heeseung what a lime was to tequila.

There was something about you, something he’d never seen in anyone else. His nights were filled with the shades of you, the neon lights blinding him as your alluring eyes blinked up at him.

He would drown in your attention, his eyes closing as you raised your wrist towards his open lips, the salt coating his mouth as you tilted his tequila back. 

You’d be ready for his sour fill, the lime tucked between your lips as you used his hair to pull his face towards yours.

He’d keep eye contact as his lips closed against yours, the zest of the lime bitter on your tongue as he pulled it into his own.

His lips would leave yours for a minute, his teeth pressing down on the now sweet fruit, the peel falling to the ground as his hand wrapped around your neck.

But that was before. 

Heeseung glared at you from across the room, his eyes burning as he watched the way you twirled your hair at the man above you.

Your knees sat crossed against each other, white knee-high socks glowing under the LEDs. Your back was leaned against the wall, plush thighs pressed between you as you sat on top of one of the pull-up tables. 

His teeth ground together the longer he watched, a stale taste replacing the sour shot he had taken minutes ago. The burn of the tequila was rougher than usual, the lime tasting bitter without the taste of your lips mixing with it. 

Heeseung could tell that you were aware of his gaze, the lime between your fingers being the telltale sign. The betrayal was stronger with the alcohol flowing through his body, it hurt almost as bad as it did the day he called your relationship off.

He gave into the expectations of the people around him, their sunglasses covering their faces as their Mercedes roared with life.

He broke it off with you soon after everyone had found out. And in the process, he lost the one thing he’d ever truly loved, well besides his tequila.

But even now, he hated it more than anything.

The glass from his hand shattered across the floor, his expensive shoes crushing the pieces even more as he stomped toward you.

His hand squeezed around the man’s shoulder, his elbow drawing back as he tugged him away from you. His other hand pulled back, his lips pulling into a satisfying smile at the loud crack that sounded from where his fist met the man's nose.

“Say aah.” Heeseung pressed his fingers against the bottom of your jaw, his eyebrow raised as he waited for you to follow his orders.

Your lips dropped open at his words, the lime falling from your tongue as he used his hold on your face to tilt your head down. “Good girl.” He cooed at you, his face nearing yours to press a small kiss against your earlobe, “don’t try that again.”

Heeseung purposely blew cool hair against your sensitive skin, his lips moving down to lightly touch against your neck. “I’ll kill him next time.” 

Goosebumps spread along your body as your ex placed a single peck against your like point, fingers curling in your lap as you tilted your head to give him more space. 

For weeks you tried so hard to hate the man, your friend's angry nags tuning out the second the memories of him came back.

You knew him better than anyone else, which was why you were able to tell that he was lying to you.

He told you that he never felt anything for you, that you were nothing but a warm embrace that he could fall into whenever he felt like it.

He wasn’t a very good liar, nor a good boyfriend. You could tell he was embarrassed by you, the secrecy and excuses add up. 

But right now, you couldn’t recognize him at all.

Heeseung had never been the type of person to start fights, but he also wasn’t the type to drink himself into a blackout.

But things have changed since he’d last talked to you, he was spiralling.

Heeseung ignored the looks getting shot at him from around the room, his arm wrapping around your waist as he reached over to grab a new lime wedge.

He raised it to your lips, hovering as he waited for you to open your mouth for him.

He clicked his tongue as you stayed frozen, rolling his eyes as he used his thumb to pry your lips apart. “Bite down on it.” He shot you a sly smirk as you followed his orders.

He lifted the salt shaker towards you, the cold lid against your collarbones only setting the mood even more. 

He trailed a line of salt along one side of your collarbone, winking at you before he placed the shot of tequila back into your hands. 

His hands fisted your shorts as his tongue pressed against your soft skin, the salt mixing with the smell of your perfume causing his mind to go into overdrive.

His head tilted back as he controlled your wrist to go up towards his mouth, his mouth open as he poured the shot into his mouth.

You watched with wide eyes as Heeseung didn’t swallow, the tequila still in his mouth as he connected his lips with yours. 

He swished the liquid into your mouth, his tongue pushing the line between his teeth as he bit down into it.

He knew that the lime no longer served its purpose as a chaser, but there was nothing he loved more than the taste of you.

“Swallow it.” His lips barely left yours, his adam’s apple shifting as he swallowed down the remains. 

“Let me see.” you opened your mouth, tongue sticking out to show that you had swallowed everything. 

Heeseung wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands pressing against your back as he held your body tight against him.

“Let’s go to my place, yeah?” At your nod Heeseung picked you up from the table, your feet barely reaching the ground before he began pulling you through the crowd.

His hands were taught, his restraint nearing its end the longer he waited for your touch. He could feel your fingernails against the back of his hands, his back lighting up in a phantom pain as he remembered the way you would paint his back with long lines of red.

Heeseung wasn’t going to let you go again, he wasn’t lying when he said he’d kill someone for touching you. 

[ah0minecchi]

IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!♥︎ megumi f. x reader

Ꮺ in which meeting megumi fushiguro was a complete, but sweet, sweet chaos . . .

cw: angsty af, mentions of intimacy, use of alcohol if u squint

NOW PLAYING! 💿 cherry waves - deftones

<𝟑.𖥔 ݁ ˖

dear megumi:

sometimes i wish i could tear apart this heart of mine, that’s apparently too big for my body. i wish i could just shut down everything you were and are for me. i wish i could turn off everything you light up in me. ever since the beginning…

[ ♥︎ ]

“so you’re fushiguro… yuuji talks a lot about you.” i looked at him, finally getting to meet my best friend’s best friend… wow. “just call him megumi, y’all are basically indirect friends at this point.” yuuji laughed, which i followed, looking at the raven haired boy for his approval.

“call me what you like.” megumi responded nonchalantly.

[ ♥︎ ]

i’ve been wondering nonstop what the fuck i did wrong. did i not deserve you? wasn’t i good enough? all those times i dropped everything just to run after you, all those times i promised you the whole world… weren’t they enough? weren’t you tired? of having me chase you around all day? did it bore you? having someone care so deeply about you, but not feeling the same about them?

i don’t think you can even imagine how it feels… cause, fuck.. has anyone ever said ‘no’ to you? have you ever wanted to pursue something that doesn't want you until it suffocates?

it hurts. it really fucking hurts.

[ ♥︎ ]

“are you at the party yet?” megumi asked through his phone, reaching my ear. “yeaaahhhh, im kinda drunk to be honest hahaha… but it’s real fun in here! you should come… pleeeaaasee.” there were a few seconds of silence until megumi broke it, shoting straight to my heart in the process.

“i don’t know how the fuck i’ll get there… but i will get there.” he hung up, leaving me excitedly waiting for him as i told all of our friends he was attending.

[ ♥︎ ]

that one night you kissed me, did i mean anything to you? cause at that very moment, to me, you were the whole world. my whole world. that one night i ended up tangled in your sheets. was i just another one on the list? cause to me, it was the very first time i felt cared about. you showed me the love i never thought i’d deserve.

could i even call it love?

i think you’d just call it lust.

[ ♥︎ ]

“how is yuuji going to find out about this?” i asked megumi as i ruffled his bed hair. “i think we should just tell him… but not now.” he answered as he scanned every detail on my face.

[ ♥︎ ]

i wish i knew what you meant by that. all the while i wanted to keep you as a promise, you just wanted to keep me as a secret. i wish nothing had ever happened, not because i regret it, nor did i not love it for a moment, but because i don't want to feel like this anymore. not with you.

i tried. i tried to be your friend. leave everything behind and continue as if nothing had happened. but the mere idea of ​​thinking that I was never for you what you were for me is enough to make my heart ache.

maybe we live in a world full of superficialities, empty, where everything is momentary pleasures, satisfyingly chaotic, and pleasantly disposable. i never want to fall like this again. i don't want to dream so high again. i don't want to be so naive again.

but i can’t help it when it’s you.

[ ♥︎ ]

“i’m not ready for anything, with anyone…” he sated as tears started rolling down my face. why? why’d you give me a taste of some love you couldn’t give me? or didn’t want to give me…

[ ♥︎ ]

weeks passed, and i started to accept the fact that it was not gonna happen. i started seeing someone else.

maybe you didn’t want to have me, but you definitely didn’t want to lose me…

[ ♥︎ ]

“you coming y/n? we gonna go grab ice cream or sum.” yuuji asked turning back to look at me. i couldn’t tear my gaze away from my phone, but i didn’t fail to notice how megumi looked at me.

“uhmm actually, go ahead without me guys! i’ll hang out with yuta later…” i commented as i blushed lightly. “OOOOOO Y/N’s GOT A DATEEE” yuuji joked.

megumi didn’t say a word until i left.

[ ♥︎ ]

next day, everything changed. that kiss you stole from me… i wish i could have it back.

you told me you were ready, that you wanted this. that you wanted me.

you made fall all over again. but deeper this time. you tricked me into your game once again. i mistook your lies for a future, with sins and sweet promises.

friday. i wanted to confront you about it.

and you tore it all apart. again.

i am so fucking greedy, and i don't want to let something i love die, even though i know i will never have it.

i’d fucking love to be your friend. i’d fucking love to pretend that it doesn't burn my skin to want to hug you and not be able to do so. i’d love not to want to know everything about you.

i wish i didn’t want to be your whole world.

i don't know why you hurt this much. i barely know you, and yet, i can't imagine a life without you. i have never had the courage to face what i truly feel. cause it's too soon, cause it would only complicate everything, or just because you don't want to hear it.

but i love you, megumi.

i wish it wasn’t like that. none of this.

yours truly.

y/n

a/n: i wish i could lie to y’all and say this wasn’t based on a personal experience but haha guess what…

AND SORRY FOR THE ANGST I LITERALLY CANNOT WRITE HAPPY SHIT WTF

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