#S. K. Motors

[farmtracagri]

Welcome to S. K. Motors. Your trusted Farmtrac dealership in Samalkha. We have a team of 9 members who are devoted to serving all our customers.

[andromeda3116]

ugh my job involves a lot of repetitive motion in my right arm and i was warned - warned! - by the people who trained me that i had to do it a certain way and be careful how, because carpal tunnel is very real and plagues the career and so you have to take steps to prevent it

and i like... kinda tried? and definitely not hard enough, because i definitely developed mild carpal tunnel a few years later and they were like "i mean, we warned you, but also yeah it sucks doesn't it?"

and so i got a brace until the inflammation eased up and retrained myself to do it the correct way but sometimes it still flares up again and i have to wear the brace for several days

and this has been the case from the end of last week but monday i was like "yeah i'm okay now, nipped it in the bud, no problem" and monday i was fine and then yesterday my dumbass decided to stock several boxes of not particularly heavy but not exactly light supplies above eye level and very quickly afterwards i was like

by talos this can't be happening

so i have been in pain and ibuprofen since yesterday and while the tone of this post is somewhat flippant my advisory to you is dead serious: take care of yourself and do not disregard the ergonomic devices or methods given to you holy fuck this sucks

[ur-mag]

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[lamorgh]

Red car in the garden

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[eddiesxangel]

Babydoll| Dom!Eddie

Cw: porn with a slight plot, daddy kink, mechanic!Eddie, dom Eddie/sub reader relationship, reader referred to with pet names (babydoll, babygirl) oral (f receiving), lots of dirty talk, p in v, eddie and reader are in their mid 20’s

Summary: You're having a hard week, and your bf knows just the cure.

wc:2.2.k

This week has been challenging. Work had been a nightmare; you had been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. You were drained physically, mentally, and emotionally; you were exhausted. So when you get home to see your man, Eddie, on the couch after work, already cleaned up from the grime and oil he has to endure, you can’t help but crawl into his lap.

You tell him you didn’t have time to breathe these past four days. You told him that everyone needed you then and there and that you didn’t even have time to finish your regular duties. You were at your breaking point…he could see it on your face when you walked through the door.

Eddie knew what he had to do. He had to take control. He usually does, but when you’re in dire need, such as this week, he had to help you relax. He had to help you forget about everything and anything. You needed to have your mind numbed, and he knew just how to get you into that space.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, you should have told me earlier in the week. You know you can always talk to me.” Eddie caressed the back of your head before wrapping his arms around you in a protective hug.

“I know,” you sniffled, “but I didn’t wanna burden you; you’ve been so busy at the shop, and I didn’t want my stress being your stress,” you stressed. This was the problem: you didn’t know how to dump all of your stuff onto others healthily. You usually held it in until you exploded. Usually, you exploded alone in your room, but being with Eddie seemed to make everything better. He made everything better.

“No. None of that. You need to know when you can come to your Daddy, okay?” Eddie pulled back to tilt your chin up and look you in the eyes.

“Oh,” your voice stammered as your stomach did a backflip. So that’s how tonight was going to go.

“Now, be a good girl and sit up.” You obeyed and wrapped one leg over his waist so you could be straddling him.

“There she is, there is, my pretty girl.” You still blush at his praises, even after all this time.

Eddie reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “You want me to make you feel good, baby?” He cooed.

You slightly nod your head. God you needed to let go, to no longer have control. You trusted Eddie with every fibre of your being.

“Words babydoll.

“Yes, Daddy."

“Good girl.” He traced your cheek with his rough calloused fingers. Before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You could still smell a hit of motor oil permanently attached to his scent, but you didn’t mind. It’s what made him your Eddie.

You leaned your head into his touch; he was so gentle, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. Not when you two played like this.

You watched as Eddie tilted his head so his lips could reach yours. A soft and gentle kiss at first, nothing but PG 13. That was until a small moan left your lips. You wanted and needed more. Your hips were on autopilot as you started grinding back and forth in his lap. His rough jeans felt so nice under your clothed pussy, the friction was just right, especially with his hardening cock coming to life under you.

“Take what you need. Tonight it’s all about you. Take what's yours.” Eddie whispered even though it was only the two of you in the apartment unit. His big hands gripped each cheek of your ass and helped guide you. Your pussy wax throbbing, getting wetter with each of his words.

“Daddy, I want more.” You let out a shaky breath. Yes the jeans were nice but they would never satisfy.

“What does my baby need?” He cocked his head.

“You”

“My, what? Baby girl, use your words.”

“Your everything, Daddy.”

Eddie didn’t push any further. Tonight, he knew you couldn’t take the constant pestering for specifics he usually puts you through.

“Okay, baby, I’m here. Your Daddy’s got you.” With that, he stood with you still wrapped around his waist and carried you into the bedroom. When you first started going out, you were so scared you were too heavy for him, but then he reminded you he lifted tires that weigh hundreds of pounds for a living. So the way Eddie was carrying you now didn't seem to phase him.

He placed you down so you stood on your own two feet and let you know he was going to undress you. Once you were entirely naked, he gently laid you down on the bed.

“There you go sweetheart, all you have to do is lay there and look pretty.” The way you were looking at Eddie made his cock stand up even more than it had been when you were on the couch. He couldn't wait to have his way with you. He was so excited to play with you.

Your delicate hand slowly trailed down your body, but Eddie pushed it out of the way before it reached its destination. “Not too fast, sweetheart, this is my pussy, and you know I don’t like to share.” He tutted.

“M’sorry, Daddy.”

“I’m going to let it slide this time, but don’t get used to it.” His tone was stern, you knew he wasn’t fucking around tonight.

“Yes, Daddy.” You bite your lip. You were starting to completely forget about the troubles you had faced merely an hour ago.

“Good girl,” Eddie spoke as he stripped. “Now, where to start first?”

You knew he wasn’t asking you, it was a rhetorical question, but you so wanted to tell him your pussy. Your clit was screaming at you; you could feel your heartbeat down there at this point.

“Please!” you whine.

“Patients darling.”

You pout at his words. You needed him, he knew how badly you needed him. You could feel your arousal seeping out of you as it trailed down your inter thighs.

“I need you now.” You spread your legs ever wider to prove how needy your pussy had gotten for him, so he could see everything.

“Fuck baby, you’re killing me.” Eddie groaned and dove head-first into your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief when his soft warm lips come into contact with your pussy lips. His hands reached up, never forgetting about your breasts. He teased and tugged at each nipple sending a ripple of pleasure through your body.

“You’re always so sweet for me, aren't you, babydoll?” He moved his free hand to stroke your clit with his index finger as he spoke. “Who’s this pussy belong to?”

“Yes, Daddy, only you.” It was so meek, but he still heard it in the silence of the bedroom.

“Good.” Eddie dove back in. His mouth attacked your clit until you were seeing starts. His tongue wrapped around your clit and pussy lips before lapping into your drenched hole. You gripped his hair as your body went into autopilot again. Your brain was finally shutting off completely; you forgot about everything and anything that wasn't Eddie. All you could focus one was the feeling of pleasure building inside of you as you ride Eddie’s face.

“You’re doing so good for me." He praised. "I want you to come on my mouth before you get to come on my cock a few times…. How does that sound?”

“Mmmmhmmpf,” you managed to nod your head, and your hips continued to grind Eddie’s face. You used his mouth to get off and you finally exploded. That’s all you wanted was to feel good, and Eddie always gave that to you.

“I'm coming!” You cried before yelling out Eddie’s name.

“Good girl.” Eddie kissed your clit once before giving your clit a slight slap making your body jerk, continuing to ride out your first orgasm.

"You want to make Daddy feel good now, don't you?” He asked, and you nodded your head dumbly. You needed to have him feel good and you did, you would give him the world if he asked. “That's it, there's my good girl." He smirked as he sat up to align his angry red cock at your gooey entrance.

“You ready for me?” He asked permission like he always does. And you nodded like you always do, as if you would say no? But if you ever did you knew Eddie would roll right off and cuddle you the rest of the night.

“Words, baby, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes I want you to fuck me, Daddy!” you answered.

Eddie could see your eyes were glazed over with lust. He knew he had you in his favourite place. Cock drunk and needy... just for him.

"Daddy is going to fill your pretty little pussy right to the brim and then keep fucking you until you can’t think anymore, that okay with you baby girl?"

“Okay, Daddy.” You let out a shaky breath in anticipation. His words make your pussy flutter once again. His mouth always made you wet in more ways than one.

Eddie took his cock by the shaft and slapped your very sensitive clit a few times with the head before he ran it up and down your slit a few times to collect your slick so he could slip in smoothly but you still winced at the size of him.

"I know, baby girl, Daddy's cock is so big, but you can take it."

“I can.” You countered back.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He is cock slid in without any hesitation. He made it to the hilt, and you finally felt complete. Like a missing piece of you was found.

Eddie slowly pulled back before slowly pumping back into you, gaining speed with each delicious pump. He watched as his thick long cock disappeared inside of you.

“You feel that babydoll? I’m so deep inside you I can see it in your stomach.” He pressed a hand down onto your lower stomach, and you let out a long, drawn out moan.

“Oh god! Fuck right there!” It was like a bolt of lightning ran through you.

“Ohhh oh, oh yes! That’s it squeeze my cock, you’re going to milk me so good” His eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cum until you’ve had your fair share.

“Please I’m so close!” The feeling inside you quickly built back up.

“I know, baby. Let go for me.” His hand trailed down to your overly swollen clit. He rubbed quick little circles until he felt your walls clamp down on him. Your body was washed over with another wave of pleasure.

“God you squeeze me so good” he gritted through his teeth. Again refusing to cum until he gave you one more. Eddie pulled out before he could bust inside of you too soon. You let out a cry at the loss of Eddie’s contact. Eddie could see your tight hole closing in on its wild again as he pulled out.

The loss of contact didn’t last long as his thick fingers replaced his cock. He watched intently as his fingers stretched you out once again. They swam in your slick before he brought them to your lips.

“Taste how sweet you are, babydoll.” He grabbed your jaw to open your mouth and slipped his fingers inside of your mouth. You could taste the mix of you and Eddie on your tongue.

“God, you have the prettiest lips. Can’t wait until they are wrapped around my cock later.” You swirled your tongue around his fingers and hummed. Eddie’s eyes were full of lust as he observed you. You were lost in your own lust, all fucked out and needy. You hardly were processing Eddie’s words.

"Now baby, you're gonna take all of Daddy's cum, and then we are going to make sure it stays in there all night long. Okay? Gotta breed this pussy so good so everyone knows who you belong to.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned in a daze. The thought of Eddie filling you made your head spin. Having a part of him growing inside you, god, you needed it more than air to breathe.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to manhandle you and flip you over into all fours, and you let out an oomph before you feel his strong hands grip each hip. Your body feels like it’s on fire as his thick cock slams back into your wanton pussy. He then gabs both of your hands and holds them behind your back as your chest falls onto the plush bedding. And then he rides you. He fucks into like there will be no tomorrow.

“Fuckin’ love this needed little pussy, love it so much.” Eddie slammed into you between each word. “Love it ever better when it’s been bread with my cum.”

“Yes!

“You going to let me own this body?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!” You cried. His cock was grazing your G spot with each pump. Having eddies cock stretch and pump into you never failed to make you moan.

“Show me what’s mine baby, yea that’s it arch your back for me.” Eddie loved you in this position because it was when you were the most obedient. You were so playable you would do almost anything he asked of you when he had you bend over like this. It was also when you were the loudest without realizing it. All fucked out and cock drunk, not aware of your noises.

“Oh fuck, scream my name! Let everyone know who owns this pussy!” He cheered as he slapped your ass.

“Daddy!!” You scream because your throbbing pussy can’t take anymore. Your third orgasm is washing over you before you know what is happening. Your whole body felt like it was on fire but like you were also floating simultaneously.

Finally, Eddie can breed your pussy. “Gunna fills this pussy” Eddie lets out a loud grunt as he cums inside you. His cock twitches inside of you, releasing his hot sticky cum inside.

Eddie pumps his cock two more times, making sure it stays inside of you before he pulls out.

Your limp body is flopped on the bed, and Eddie pulls you into his chest.

“Thank you, baby,” you whispered as you returned to reality.

“I’ll always be here for you, baby girl.” He kisses you sweetly before you spend the rest of the evening in bed.

Tagging those who showed interest😈 @take-everything-you-can @reidsbtch @itsfreakingbats @lofaewrites

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

There will be no order, reason, or rhyme to this. So, sorry. Idk.

C/W ::: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, Draken x F.reader. Totally SFW. I know, right? So weird.

Thinking about Draken coming home late at night from working at the shop. You've been in bed for hours and he's sad that he's missed you.

Again.

But he still showers to get the sweat and grime from the day off of his skin before he comes and climbs into bed behind you. He scrubs his fingernails extra hard, too. He doesn't want you to get the ick after seeing how black they've become from them being buried in motor oil all day.

When he gets into bed, it dips because he's so big. And, truth be told, the bed you two scrimped and saved for isn't all that great. It's just a mattress. No box spring. It's on some pallets that him and some of his boys got from behind the grocery store.

You love it, though. You love it because he made it for you. For your shabby little home.

It wakes you when he slowly rubs his hand from your hips around to your belly. He rests his chin softly on your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

"Hi, babies. Missed you today. What'd you do?" He asked in a soft voice - his nighttime voice. His tired voice.

"Hi, Daddy. We mostly laid around today. My feet and back hurt." You roll onto your other side to face him. His face is like a beacon in the blackest void. You will never not look for it. In this life or the next.

You kiss him on the lips.

"Ahhh! Don't go startin' that shit. 'S how we got in this mess 'n the firs' place. Jesus. You're insatiable." He chuckled, burying his face into your swollen chest. "Get some sleep. You have an appointment in the morning, yeh? I'm going, 'k?"

"Mm-hm," you nodded. Your chin bounced on the top of his head.

He pushed himself up and scooted to the foot of the bed.

"Where you goin'?" You pouted and stuck your hand out for him to take so you could drag him back.

"Gon' rub your feet until you pass out. 'M the asshole who woke up my pregnant girlfriend. G'on, shut your pretty eyes, baby. I'll be right here 'n then I'll lay down."

You almost cried at how sweet he always is to you. No matter how tired or sore he is from his work day. He always seems to put you first.

Neither of you asked for this to happen.

But you're in this together.

"Promise?" You asked, laying back down on the hard bed.

"Have I ever let you down?" He picked up your left foot and gently started to knead your sole.

Little did he know, he has your heart in his hands, too.

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[thewriterg]

𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬

pairing(s); jj maybank x gn!reader, pope heyward x gn!reader, jj maybank x pope heyward

summary; fall break was a time for you to relax week with no stress… and chaotically carve pumpkins with your boyfriends —flufftober day; 5–

word count; 450+

warning(s); fluff, mention of knives, jj stressing his partners out, pope trying to live without being teased every 5 seconds, pet names, kisses, and language

playlist; dream by salvia palth

A/n:—GIFs; @moki-dokie & @olisgifs— something super short today bc I’m really not feeling it

The sun shined down on your covered skin by the sweater that wasn’t yours the wind blew continuously in small cycles and continuous period of the cool wind and then a moment pure warmth that wasn’t overbearing like the summer months in outer banks

A whistle interrupted your thoughts along with the sound of a roaring motor as you were met with the sight of your boyfriends riding up to the porch of the Château that happened to be empty for the day

JJ finishing off his ‘bird call’ as he would say hopped off the bike kicking the stand down as Pope followed behind him a brown paper bag in his hand pressed against his sweater covered torso before you lifted from your spot with open arms

The blonde got to you first engulfing your frame before spinning you both in a circle your feet dangling off the ground then setting you down pressing a kiss to your forehead before you moved onto Pope

“Nice sweater” He hummed obliviously as you pressed a kiss to your cheek sparring him from the embarrassment as his warmed cheeks despite the cool winds

“Yeah? We’ll it’s yours” You smirked at the brown eyed boy as he gently snickered a small ‘of course’ falling from his lips

“Who’s ready for gut plunging!?” JJ questioned mocking the sounds of a chainsaw as he shook the car I no took that you had lied out on the towel you had placed on the ground and you could practically practically Pope rolling his eyes from his position behind you

“This, is why we painted pumpkins last year” Pope grumbled taking the sharp tools from the blonde hold who pouted in response before wrapping his l a n k y arms around the brunettes waist before swooping in on his neck and nipping at the skin of that wasn’t covered by his hoodie before he shoe’d the blue eyed boy away his face suddenly hot while you giggled at the sight

“We should get started then yeah?”

💌💌💌💌

“Is it supposed to look… like a cousin affair?” JJ questioned and you chuckled at the description peering over at the missed pre-portion Jack o lantern

“It’s… unique” You tried to comfort the blonde a laugh held back in your throat as you leaned you head on his shoulder careful not not to knock over the bowl of pumpkin seeds

“Uniquely deformed” Pope mumbled a small smirk on his face as the blonde looked up at him a offended gasp resting on his lips as he lied a hand on his chest and you inched away from the pair when you saw JJs hand slip into the bowl of pumpkin guts

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[onmyyan]

hello, i LOVE your writing and style and i took a social media break and came back and HOLY SHIT what a time to be alive

i got to thinking about your guys and i do love a reluctant darling, so ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable, so sorry if it does. but the guys doing the absolute m o s t to get this girl to like them. someone who maybe got a couple of rough exes and either knows what to look for and isn't looking for love. and the boys are just like :) oh :) to bad 💐 for you. they get her heart racing and she's a little nervous about it. shes got a mouth on her and aren't afraid to pop off on a rant about how she knows what they are (she doesn't)

Marcos? psh you'll cheat and laugh about it with your friends at some party. you think you can get away with it just cuz you're good looking? go find another person to piss off. and he's all like ☺️you think i'm hot😊😚 love the idea of her being a snarky bar tender at his favorite bar and they have a will they won't they sitcommy type relationship

manny? just buy the book and leave, girlies on the clock, no she doesn't care how good he looks on the motor cycle. totally not. definitely, definitely not. she doesn't worry when he goes really fast on it, it doesn't make her scared. girls just trying to get paid and get peace.

ricky? oh big strong man trying to boss her around? she doesn't need all that. she sees through that tough exterior and her rbf is worse than his. but it ain't resting. she's just loving life with her friends (who aren't as available anymore?? i wonder why??) and she doesn't care when he runs his fingers through his hair. she doesn't want to do that. she'll get her car fixed there- sure- but she won't like it.

gabe? sure he seems fun but ultimately she views him like a movie sequel, seems fun until about halfway through when you see it's the same plot as last time. no way is she falling for that old trick again. yeah he's nice, and and he helps her with groceries when he sees her walking with all those bags. bare minimum raise it, gabriel.

caspian? when's that other shoe drop? when does the sweet charming teddy bear end? (never)and yeah his pastries are delicious. and he's nice. and smells like cookies. and- oh fuck she's in love, better avoid him but SOMEHOW the man is everywhere. doesn't matter. she needs a night in, and yeah she misses him when she's in her place alone. little does she know how close he is. she won't be lonely anymore ☺️

ashley? she can fix up her own house, thank you very much. she's not interested in some old fashion cowboy and his old fashion values. or his arms. or the way he checks in on her, making sure she's settled in ok, finding her way around town, if she's eating alright and if she needs anything and woah- what's wrong with this door? he'll fix it and no. he doesn't want money. she doesn't owe him anything but, if she wants to grab a drink she's always welcome to join him. she won't be thinking about what would've happened if she took him up on that late that night. or how she made fun of his accent.

diego? WHY is there chickens on her door, and WHY is it w o r k i n g? and where is the shirt she was wearing yesterday? it's laundry day. feral fella makes sure everything's going alright and she's got everything she needs. she doesn't want some man following her around like an over grown puppy. or does she?

imagine them giving her they're number and getting a drunk text like

"you don't suck anymore ❤️" and they go feral

anyways hope you like that and are having a good day/night. i do wonder if any of them kidnap darling like in sharing is caring (my guess is ricky, ash, and manny in no particular order) and how they'd deal with a darling like this. have a wonderful day/night.

This is amazing and made me smile like a fool the whole time I read it!! Like wowiewowie you totally nailed the characterization of the guys and I love how sweet and nervous the reader is about this seemingly perfect dude ugh thank you for sending this baby in I adore it

[dreamquest]

#YURINA       YURINA is the sixth trainee to be revealed on dreamquest! Yurina, born inJapan, moved to Seoul, Korea at the age of seventeen. Yurina is the granddaughter of the founder of Matsuura motor company. with the benefit of such a family name, she spent much of her younger years studying the arts, excelling particularly in music. She was introduced to k-pop by f(x)'s pink tape album in 2013, and from that point on, was infatuated with the idea of becoming an idol. in 2019, at the age of seventeen, she moved to korea and auditioned for several companies, before becoming a trainee at sm entertainment. as the debut of aespa came and went, yuura was advised by those close to her to seek other opportunities, but wasn't interested by few until dreamquest.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♀ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ୭̥⋆*｡ ❪ basics ❫

STAGE NAME ﹕yurina (유리나)

BIRTH NAME ﹕Matsuura Yuura (마츠우라 유우라)

BIRTHDAY ﹕may 10th, 2003

ZODIAC SIGN ﹕taurus

MBTI : entj

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♀ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ୭̥⋆*｡ ❪ physical ❫

FACE ﹕kazuha of lesserafim

NATIONALITY ﹕japanese

ETHNICITY ﹕japanese

HEIGHT ﹕170 cm / 5’7”

BLOOD TYPE ﹕o+

if you want to know more about yurina go here, and follow @like-yours

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Mechanic chapter 15 teaser under the cut!

warning: 18+!

Sihtric groaned lightly, clearly wanting the same, and he then helped you take off your helmet before taking off his own. He turned to hang the helmets on the handlebars of his bike and, as he turned back, cupped your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss. The sweet kiss quickly turned hot and heavy as your tongues swirled and breaths were being stolen. Sihtric continued to kiss you while you fumbled with your gloves, then threw them on the garage floor once you finally freed yourself of them. You moved your hands up into his dark curls immediately, lightly tugging his hair to keep the kiss as deep as possible.

'Fuck,' Sihtric breathed in between sloppy kisses and he grabbed your hips, 'baby…'

'I want you,' you whined with a desperate sigh against his lips, 'please.'

'Yeah?' he chuckled softly, then kissed you again, 'you want me, princess?'

'Mhm,' you hummed, to which Sihtric picked you up in his arms and seated you sideways on his bike, 'I want you right now,' you breathed heavily and wrapped your legs around his waist.

'Right now?' Sihtric smiled slyly, his hands trailing up and down your thighs, 'here?'

'Right here,' you smirked and slid your hands underneath his hoodie while you brought your lips to his neck, 'it's been too long, Siht.'

'I know,' he agreed, one hand on your waist and the other in your hair as he threw his head back at the feeling of your mouth on his sensitive skin, and he inhaled sharply, 'hm, far too long.'

'Need you,' you murmured, then looked at him and flicked your tongue against his lips, 'I need you inside me so badly,' you mewled and rubbed his hardened length through his jeans, 'please, babe.'

Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheeks, 'So cute,' his lips touching yours as he spoke and his tongue licking your lips between every few words, 'so pretty… when you beg for my cock.'

You moaned into his mouth and tugged firmly at his leather belt, 'Forget this bike,' you rasped, 'I wanna ride you, baby.'

Sihtric chuckled darkly and bucked his hips against yours, making you moan at the slight friction you felt as his erection just barely touched your core through your motor trousers, and he captured your lips into a passionate kiss once more.

'Tonight,' he husked, 'I promise you get to ride me tonight, if you're a good girl of course.'

'I'm always a good girl,' you smiled and teasingly sucked his lower lip, then pecked his lips a few more times before you were both startled when someone suddenly started their car not too far away from you.

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[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 30, 2023

Adult-born neurons inhibit developmentally-born neurons during spatial learning. Ash, A. M., Regele-Blasco, E., Seib, D. R., Chahley, E., Skelton, P. D., Luikart, B. W., & Snyder, J. S. (2023). Neurobiology of Learning and Memory, 198, 107710.

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Exploration patterns shape cognitive map learning. Brunec, I. K., Nantais, M. M., Sutton, J. E., Epstein, R. A., & Newcombe, N. S. (2023). Cognition, 233, 105360.

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[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1975 Chevy Vega GT 1975 Chevy Vega GT from California has California title car has low miles 68 k original miles. A lot of time went into the build of this car this is street legal registered and insured built for the street strip or car shows! Has 383 small block Chevy Alluminum heads and intake Holley 890 cfm carb, Msd ignition, Aluminum Radiator, Tci turbo 350 automatic Transmission, 3000 stall converter, has fab 9 Rearend Mosier 35 Spline axels, 3.70 street gears, has 4 wheel disc brakes.

In the 1960's General Motors was trying to get the freight cost down on Vegas to keep them a budget friendly car. At the time, a new Vega had a price tag around $2,000. Engineers from GM and Southern Pacific Railroad came up with the Vert-A-Pac. This allowed 30 cars to be shipped per boxcar instead of 18. Lowering freight costs by up to 40%. GM engineers also designed specific oil baffles to keep oil from spilling along with specially designed carburetors, batteries and added plastic spacers between the powertrain and the chassis to prevent damage.

[shieldofiron]

One subby billionaire Steve please with dom blue collar worker Billy

Oh coming right UP! CW: We're doing a little daddy dom, light bdsm (they're just getting started.)

Steve doesn't take off the suit until Billy tells him. He doesn't do anything until Billy tells him, but he especially doesn't take off the suit. Billy's fingers, tipped with callouses, burn through the layers of expensive fabric, and Steve whimpers. His blood feels like it's on fire, his head is feverish, and he burns, he pines, he perishes.

Billy taught him that. Billy, who reads Moliere and giggles in the bath, who moved in and brought his box of books and bright clothes and color and life to Steve's sad sterile penthouse. Billy, who makes him groan and cry and laugh and delights him beyond belief.

"Fuck, so good for me, angel, were you waiting long?" Billy whispers in his ear, moustache tickling. He smells like motor oil and cigarettes and the detergent that Billy swears works better than Steve's fancy stuff.

Steve whimpers, "No, daddy."

Billy's laugh tickles along Steve's back where Billy's chest is pressed, sends goosebumps scattering across his skin.

"Long day?" Billy whispers.

Steve has a tension headache between his brows, and he groans, leaning back into Billy's chest, "Yeah. Just... yeah."

"Poor little angel, not enough workers to exploit?" Billy shakes his head.

"The charity set up is taking longer than I expected, and I'm just... fuck... Daddy, please?"

"Okay, I'll quit teasing ya," Billy nuzzles his nose against Steve's neck, "Let me wash up."

"Can I-?"

Steve trails off and he can feel Billy stare at him, "You want to come with me?"

Steve nods, "I'll wash your hair, maybe?"

Billy smiles against Steve's cheek, "Yeah, baby? You gonna take care of me?"

"Yes, please. Always."

Billy digs his fingers into the knot of Steve's tie, tugging at his clothes, "Fuck, angel, you're being so good for me."

"I could be bad," Steve whispers longingly, following as Billy tugs them into the bathroom.

"No," Billy laughs, pulling at Steve's Italian wool jacket, "Not you. Never you."

Steve warms to the compliment, burns under Billy's hungry gaze as he strips Steve and asks him to draw them a bath.

"Got so many ideas Angel," Billy smiles, sitting on the edge of the tub, "Get in and grip the sides. Don't move, okay?"

Steve complies, realizing only when he grasps the sides of the tub that his hands are shaking, he's hot all over and gasping already.

"Good boy," Billy coos, "Now, let's take the edge off, Princess."

Steve intends to say more, but then Billy turns on the handheld shower head and flips it to the massaging function. His hands are stained with motor oil, and he dips the shower head under the water, pressing it to the underside of Steve's half-hard cock. Steve jerks, letting out a wailing gasp.

"Don't move, angel," Billy corrects, leaning over Steve and pressing an indulgent kiss to Steve's forehead. The steam makes Billy's curls curlier, and his eyes are heavy lidded, sliding down Steve's body like the water.

Steve tries to hold still, thighs trembling, while the water pulses along his cock. It's unlike anything else, too much and not enough all at once.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby," Billy moves the shower head and it pulses right against the head of his cock.

Steve jerks, splashing water up against Billy's mechanic's shirt, plastering it to his chest.

"Relax, Angel," Billy whispers.

"Kiss," Steve gasps, trying with all of his power to still his hips, "K-Kiss, please-"

Billy leans in and parts Steve's lips, kissing his lower lip slowly and then slipping his tongue inside. He tastes like cigarettes and hot wet skin and Steve melts into it, muscles going lax and weak.

As soon as he relaxes into it, he realizes he's so close, embarrassing close.

"B-Billy," Steve whimpers pressed against Billy's lips.

"Do it, angel," Billy's voice is harsh and rough, "Fucking do it, we have all night."

Steve doesn't take off his suit until Billy says, and he sure as hell comes when Billy says. The water seems to pulse right to the core of him, and he groans, hips jerking, lips seeking up for Billy's. He can feel tears burning hot behind his eyes, the rasp of Billy's fingers where they cradle Steve's head at the nape of his neck, the water, lapping against him hothothot.

He comes to a moment later, cum swirling in the water and Billy's indulgent chuckle in his ears.

"Good for you Angel?"

"Get in here," Steve whispers, head lolling weakly.

"Don't need to tell me twice," Billy's mustache twitches.

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How big would an army of conscripts, armed with Dragunov pattern marksman rifles and iron sights, with between 1 and 3 magazines each, a radio headset that allows them to take orders on a platoon level (50 troops to be specific), and a single platoon artilleryman armed with an RPG-7 with 5 rockets, with assistance from a Mitsubishi Type 89 IFV (35mm autocannon, 7,62mm M240 pattern coaxial machine gun, tracked) and an aerial command/reconnaisance/attack/close air support aircraft, need to be to deal with an army of 1000 heavy pikemen, 50 elite knights, 200 heavy cavalry, 100 light cavalry and 200 longbowmen? The pikemen are armed with a pike and wear breastplates, pauldrons, gauntlets, a helm and chainmail. The heavy cavalry are armed with a heavy lance, a sword, cuirass and helm. Longbowmen use English yew bows and wear gambesons and a chainmail on the head. Light cavalry are armed with a spear, a short bow, and a small sword. The elite knights are armed with a heavy lance and a sword, and armoured in a full body suit of plate and horse barding, and they will move with the heavy cavalry.

Okay, so, for the record, you're not really supposed to use an SVD's iron sights. (SVD is short for “Dragunov Sniper Rifle,” so, these are formally called, “sniper rifles,” rather than just DMRs.) They were (supposed to be) issued with PSO-1 scopes. This can be a little amusing, because once you know what a PSO-1's range finder looks like, it's absolutely unmistakable, and you will see films and TV shows use them on other scopes. I bring this up, because the SVD has an effective range over 600 meters. (Specifications say it's good to almost 1.3km, but, that's very hopeful.)

However, with optics, those SVDs are going to massive out range any archer.

Your infantry have somewhere between 1k-3k packed rounds. So, if they were the only participants, they would need to be a little careful about ammo conservation. But, when you start factoring in the IFV, it doesn't matter.

This scenario isn't extraordinarily different from early battles in WWI. Where cavalry and infantry charged entrenched heavy machine gun fire, and were annihilated.

This is also a moment when the whole, “elite knight,” bit really doesn't matter. You have a minor noble, who spent almost their entire life training to be a better melee combatant. You put them in the best armor you've ever seen. And, then a bullet fired from a mass-produced sniper rifle, designed to be easily fabricated by anyone with a basic machine shop, and simple enough to be maintained by a barely literate conscript will drop them in less time than it takes to read this paragraph, before the knight even knows that someone is aiming at them.

I will say, this is a little bit of a weird combination, the Type 89 IFV, is a Japanese vehicle. The JSDF (to the best of my knowledge) has never used SVDs. These days, I think their DMR is the H&K 417. Until a few years ago, their primary infantry rifle was the Howa Type 89, which is basically a redesigned AR-18. Prior to that, they used the Howa Type 64, which was a 7.62mm battle rifle. (As far as I know, the Type 64 was domestically designed.)

The Russian/Soviet equivalent to the Type 89 IFV would be the BTR-80. As with the SVD, because it's a Romanized translation, BTR stands for, “armored carrier.” Somewhat obviously, these don't work particularly well if they're not maintained, or if the motor pool Sargent is stripping them for spare parts and siphoning gas to sell on the black market, because the government hasn't paid any of you in six months, but it's still going to have a fairly similar effect on those elite knights from the 11thcentury.

The 50 SVD rifles is weird. Full stop. It's a specialist weapon, not a general infantry weapon. In a situation like that, you'd expect to see conscripts armed with AKMs or AK74s, maybe a few SVDs and RPKs.

Now, if you were looking at a contemporary NATO unit from the 60s or 70s, then, yes, you would likely see battle rifles like the M14, FN FAL, or H&K G3. And, when you're describing using an SVD's iron sights, that's more how you have used one of those cold war era battle rifles. Also, while those rifles do have automatic settings, they're intended for semi-automatic fire.

If you're wondering why I'm not even addressing things like the areal support or the RPG, it's because they really don't matter that much. Areal reconnaissance means never having to wonder where the enemy forces are, but basically anything on this list except the RPG, could probably deal with all of the enemy forces on their own. Stacking them together would be absolutely devastating.

I'm not 100% sure, but I think you could use pretty much any modern IFV as a one-size-fits-all siege breaker if they're dealing with medieval forces.

When you're looking at modern military forces time traveling into the past, the biggest logistical issue is long term depletion of supplies. There isn't really a question of, “who's going to win? A guy with a rifle that's effective at a range of over a 1km, or 10 guys with pointy sticks. The issue is what happens in six months, or a year, when there's only three or four rounds left for that rifle on the planet, and, there won't be any more for another six hundred years.

-Starke

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[valtionrautatiet-official]

I've been meaning to ask, all of VR's locomotives seem to be named SrXX, SvXX, DrXX, ...

What does the prefix (Sr, Sv, Dr, ...) mean? Presumably its something along the lines of "Diesel Locomotive" in Finnish or something, but I'd love to know!

You got it very close! I was going to make a detailed entry about the different systems that have been in use (as there have been three different ones for locomotives over the years, plus a separate one for multiple units), but entirely forgot. So I'll just do it here.

In the current system (taken into use in 1976):

The first (capitalised) letter is the (primary) power source D for diesel S for sähkö (electric)

The second (lowercase) letter signifies axle weight: k (kevyt) light loco of less than 11 metric tons per axle (there are currently no k locos) v (väliraskas) midweight loco of 11-16 metric tons r (raskas) is heavy locomotive of more than 16 metric tons

Multiple units follow a similar system, except the lowercase letter is always m for moottorivaunu, motorized carriage.

The numbers should theoretically just be a running numbering, but this only holds true for electric locos. The diesel numbering is a mess with gaps and numbers not being in consecutive order (the numbering started with Dr12, there never was a Dr17, and Dr20, Dr21 and Dr35 all predate Dr19).

Then to make things more complex, in 1942-75 a different system was in use where the first letter signified what types of trains the locomotive was primarily designed to haul.

H for henkilöjuna (passenger train) T for tavarajuna (freight train) S for sekajuna (mixed train, though this came to mean mixed use towards the end) P for paikallisjuna (local/commuter train) V for vaihtoveturi (shunter)

In practice pretty much all locos except for the V's were mixed use ones already during the steam era: for example the Pr2 local traffic locos were mostly used to haul long-distance express trains and occasionally did freight trains too. For diesels, the flagship locos were classed as Hr's (even when they could not be used to haul passenger trains, as was initially the case with the Hr13), but apart from shunters all other locos were simply classified as S's. It's also maybe amusing that the first electric locos were delivered under the old system as Sr1 (mixed-use heavy loco 1), and kept the same designation under the new system, thanks to Finnish having an invented word for electricity that also begins with an S.

At the same time with the changeover to the current system they also changed the breakpoint between v and r, resulting in Sr12 (mixed use heavy loco) becoming Dv12 (diesel midweight loco). I sometimes wonder if there will be another overhaul once the last Dv12 is retired, as apart from those locos all in-use Finnish locos are in the r weight. Should we change the "borders" between the different weights again, or maybe just change the small letter to v for veturi (locomotive) to differentiate from the m for multiple units?

Finally, up to 1942 loco classes were given a single capital letter and a running number based on the wheelbase (which I think is/was the system also used in Sweden). And for whatever reason letters A through F were recycled for new wheelbases at different times, but we never went through the full alphabet; R was the last letter to be taken to use.